Chapter 798 Young and handsome monk

  A street out of the bar is Qinghe Tianqiao.

  There are many stall owners on the side of the sky bridge, and all kinds of fortune-telling and testing of medicine, everything.

   Yantao glanced around on the right side of the overpass, and raised her brows with interest.

   With one hand in her pocket, she ran straight to the stall on the side of the road where the destined person was written, and asked with a smile, "Master, do you write a destined person that you want to have a blind date?"

   At the back of the stall sat a meditative monk with his head bowed and his eyes closed. He was wearing a simple monk robe and was thin in stature. He raised his head when he heard the words.

  The monk was unexpectedly young and handsome, and his dark eyes were clear and clean.

   saw him, as if all the dark colors in the world could be washed away.

  He didn't dislike the dirty ground, and sat cross-legged on the ground casually, with a long string of Buddhist beads hanging down his left wrist.

   Seeing Yan Tao's appearance, he smiled slightly and called out the Buddha's name, "Don't want to tease me."

  In this world, even the so-called master monks who have become monks have many fakes. A glance at the photos makes people feel greasy and fake.

  However, this young monk, with her temperament and smile as pure as a born baby, clearly sits in this world, but he seems to be standing out of the world, not falling into the world.

  Young Master Yan suddenly became interested, and sat down opposite him, raised his brows and smiled, "Tell me, how do you find someone who is predestined?"

  The young monk smiled softly, "Donor, can you come from the east?"

   Yantao thought, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Maybe, I don't know the direction of Lu Chi."

  The handsome young monk visibly twitched the corners of his mouth and said softly, "Then the donor can draw a lottery?"

"Can."

  She has nothing to do anyway.

  Yan Tao nodded, the young monk took out a stick from underneath, and handed it to Yan Tao, "My dharma name is dust-free, and it means that it is dust-free."

   "Yan Tao."

  As soon as the lamp holder was taken out, the wooden barrel exuded the elegant fragrance of sandalwood.

  The scriptures with ancient seal characters are carved on the tube, which is quite ancient.

"please."

  Yantao held a lottery, her pretty peachy eyes picked it up, and she always used to measure words for others.

  It is rare for others to tell their fortunes.

  Master Yan happily draws lots and throws out a long lottery.

   Wuchen first Yantao took the lottery, and after a glance, he smiled, "It seems that the donor is the one I'm looking for."

   "Come on, show me the signature."

  Master Yan took the lottery and looked down.

  On the wooden sign, there are three characters written with a brush-destined person.

   Yan Tao...

  Nima.

  "Are there people who are destined in your sign?"

   "Naturally not," Wuchen smiled and raised his hand. "You can take out one and take a look."

   Yan Tao took two.

  The first sign-Luohua deliberately follows the flow, and the flow is ruthlessly in love with the flow

  Second Sign-Xiaoritong, Vientiane Rong, He Qinghai, Yan Qingnianfeng

  She drew another two or three lotteries, which is still a poem lottery.

  The three words for destined person, it really seems that there is only one.

   "Can the donor come with me some time?"

   Wuchen smiled softly, "I have been sitting here for three full months before waiting for the donor. The things that someone has deposited in my temple need to be returned to you."

   Wuchen got up and tidied up the things on the stall, “Tanja Temple is not far from here, and it’s only three stops away by subway.”

   Wuchen sat up, and the two girls who had been on the side of the bridge for an unknown period of time rushed over, "Master, do you want to go home? Shall we send you off?"

  (End of this chapter)