The wind is blowing.

The evening breeze is gentle, and the Sensoji Temple is filled with ethereal and ancient tunes, and the flickering lanterns are like musical notes jumping in the hazy night, shining with dreamy fluorescence.

Eri was shrouded in this beam of fluorescence, and her face was beautiful and tranquil, like the goddess of an ancient shrine praying to the gods sincerely, and no one or anything could shake the will of this goddess.

It is undeniable that countless tourists present were touched.

This kind of heartbeat is not any charming thoughts, it is purely the sacred aura emanating from Eri's body, which makes people dare not have half a blasphemy, and some are just moved from the heart.

This moving is like a crystal gem, pure and uncontaminated with any distracting thoughts, directly plucking the most sensitive string in people's hearts.

And Lin Ye, who was beside the girl, was also extremely dazzling.

The boy was dressed in a red and white samurai uniform, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, his body burst out with a murderous aura, and he was still carrying a long knife with a reverse blade in his hand, just like the executioner who killed without blinking an eye and pulled out the sword from the shogunate era, but when he looked at Eri Yi, the pair of black eyes looked deep and firm, as if he was silently telling others that he Lin Ye was not the so-called flower messenger, but a knight who dared to rush forward and fight to rescue the girl in front of him when she was in mortal danger.

It must be a very beautiful love.

The moment before Eri shook the stick, she glanced at Lin Ye deeply, and it was that glance that completely imprinted the boy in the ruby pupils, and the only reflection occupied the girl's world.

At that moment, although Eri didn't speak, anyone with a sensitive mind could feel that this girl must like the boy next to her, although I don't know when and where this relationship unfolded, but it must be unforgettable in the girl's heart.

Now Eri Yi draws lots and prays, she must want to pray for the most perfect end for her love.

Such a beautiful love, even the Buddha will be moved to tears, saying that the girl is so devout and praying, how can she not be drawn to the lottery.

The atmosphere of the audience was extremely quiet, and the wind was very spiritual, gently blowing the girl's long dark red hair.

Eri shook the lottery holder in her hand, and a bamboo stick fell from the tube.

"Girl, wait a minute, I'll unsign it for you."

The middle-aged monk who had collected the money from earlier walked over with a smile on his face and folded hands.

There are corresponding numbers on the bamboo sticks in the draw, and the characters correspond to the drawer numbers on the side, and inside are a piece of signature paper, and the content on the paper is the specific answer to the lottery.

Many tourists stand on tiptoe and can't help but look over.

They were all very curious about what kind of lot such a beautiful and pious girl could draw.

Lin Ye was also a little curious in his heart, although he didn't believe in these things at all, he couldn't help but fantasize, of course, this had nothing to do with superstition, it was just a pure fantasy.

Eri Yi was rarely nervous, and her little hands subconsciously clenched.

For her, the draw meant a lot, and she certainly wanted a happy result.

"Fierce!"

However, when the middle-aged monk picked up the bamboo stick and looked at it fixedly, his face suddenly changed.

Bamboo sticks are divided into small Ji, half Ji, Ji and Daji, of which Xiao Ji is under the sign, in addition, there is a kind of bamboo stick without marking characters, that is, the fierce sign.

Once this kind of sign is drawn, there is no annotation, because there is no corresponding number at all, which in itself already means that the future of the person who won the lottery will encounter major accidents, whether it is marriage or fate, it will end badly.

There are no characters on the murder sign, only a scarlet and blood-red word 'fierce' is marked at the end of the signature, which is extremely eye-catching.

Many tourists after seeing this bamboo stick, are the face of a change, they come here to pray for a lot, naturally know the meaning of the category on the stick, now this pious girl has drawn a lot, obviously not a good sign.

Eri's expectant beautiful eyes suddenly dimmed.

Although she didn't understand what a murderous lot was, she could see from the complicated expressions of the middle-aged monk and the people present that the lot she drew did not have any beautiful meaning, but only indicated that she would incur calamity in the future.

Eri couldn't help but lower her head, she pursed her mouth tightly, like a child who had done something wrong.

There were many things that came to the girl's mind in a split second, such as the admonition of her brother Yuan Zhisheng, such as the way the world looked at her, and the terrible blood flowing in her own body.

"Oh, isn't it just a bamboo stick, can it really predict people's fate!"

A nonchalant voice suddenly rang out.

I saw Lin Ye come forward and take the so-called murderous sign in the hands of the middle-aged monk, and the next moment in front of everyone, his hands folded violently.

Click!

The bamboo skewer is broken in two.

"Donor, you...... Alas! The bamboo sticks drawn are absolutely unbreakable, especially the fierce ones! ”

The middle-aged monk's eyes widened, and he was caught off guard, and then saw that the bamboo stick had been broken, so he had to admonish with a sigh on his face.

"Why not?" Lin Ye raised his eyebrows.

The middle-aged monk explained in a solemn tone: "The lottery represents the future direction of a person's life, and I dare not say that it will be 100% accurate, but we must at least be in awe of fate itself." ”

Lin Ye shrugged, "Fate itself is illusory, and even when fate rots, we have to strike decisively and regain control of fate, so how can we be in awe?" ”

"You ......"

The middle-aged monk was still shallow, and he couldn't convince Lin Ye for a while, but he ended up happily.

He could only look at Lin Ye and reprimanded in a warning tone: "Don't be arrogant, if the lot drawn is forcibly broken by others, it means that this calamity will be transferred to the person who broke the lot, and because of disrespect for fate, this person will suffer even greater calamity in the future." ”

"What do you say?!!" Lin Ye looked shocked.

"Scared? Hehe, it's late! Donor, I didn't know you were so fast, and now ...... Eh?!! The middle-aged monk sneered, feeling that he had finally outgrown this arrogant boy.

But before he finished speaking, the monk's face immediately darkened.

I saw Lin Ye suddenly exclaim with ecstasy on his face, "Monk, thank you for informing!" I didn't expect this thing to be able to divert calamity after it was broken. ”

Saying that, Lin Ye was full of energy, and broke the bamboo stick in his hand that was broken into two pieces, even if it was broken into five or six pieces, he still didn't stop.

The audience was silent, only the sound of crackling bamboo sticks resounded one after another.

The tourists, including the monk, were dumbfounded.

They never expected Lin Ye to be so rebellious, not only did he not have the slightest devotion to the Buddha, but even fate was so mocking, wouldn't this boy be afraid of being cursed in the dark!

The crowd had mixed feelings.

But only Painted Pear looked at Lin Ye in a daze, and her beautiful eyes flashed with crystal tears.