MTL - My Wife Has Been Blackened-Chapter 15 Hundred Years of Cultivation and Signing
Chapter 15 A Hundred Years of Cultivation
Quanfu Temple is famous for asking for lottery.
Many people travel thousands of miles just to come here to ask for a signature. It is said that the national teacher of the current dynasty went out from here, and I don't know if it is true or not.
But the national teacher will come to Quanfu Temple once a year, and everyone doesn't know the reason. They only send people to stay there for 365 days a year, but they have never met anyone.
The small Quanfu Temple has become a famous monastery because of the annual visit of the Master of the State and the signature of Bailing.
"Master, help my daughter-in-law take a look. Here, what does this signature say? Can I conceive this year? My daughter-in-law has been unable to find a child for a year. Take a look at my second son, how is the marriage going?" Yang said Pulling Dong to sit down, Dong blushed slightly and squeezed the paper in his hand.
The old monk took it and took a closer look at Dong's appearance.
Actually, this face is a typical childless appearance. There are even signs of being a middle-aged widow and childless.
What the old monk didn't know was that everything in the Zhou family had changed since Zhou Yanci hanged himself for the third time. Zhou Yanci hanged himself for the third time and survived, but he really went insane. Piansheng was stimulated when he met Yang Zhao's big marriage, and was finally kicked out of Yang's house by his uncle.
In order to seek justice for his daughter, Zhou Chengli came to ask for an explanation, but was scolded back by the uncle of the Yang family. Then he was stumbled while working in Xie's other courtyard, broke his leg and became disabled.
All the burdens of the Zhou family rested on Zhou Dalang. As a result, Zhou Dalang became sick from overwork early, and left before leaving behind a son and a half. Mrs. Dong has no children in her life.
But at this moment, the signature in her hand and her appearance both faintly showed signs of disaster.
The gloomy eyebrows were slightly loose, and even the old monk dared to assert that she would be pregnant within half a year. And, more than one hit.
The old monk was a little frightened.
"You, the benefactor, has there been any strange things at home recently? Or is it something that ordinary people can't do?" The old monk couldn't help asking.
"Master, is it because my daughter-in-law won't be able to have children? Is my boss going to die?" Yang clenched her cuffs in worry.
"Ma'am, don't worry, this little woman is destined to have a son, and she will take care of her body with peace of mind, and the mother will send her off." The old monk quickly reassured her. Isn't this child of hers just a gift?
Here, there is actually a capable person who can change his life?
Even the master of the great country dare not change his fate.
He was destined to have no children, but it became the appearance of many children and many blessings.
Mr. Yang was overjoyed when she heard this. Turning his head to look at Dong Shi, his eyes have improved by more than half a point.
Now the eldest son is married to a daughter-in-law, if he is unable to have children, then Yang is afraid that he will die of anger.
Ms. Dong couldn't help being overjoyed. She wanted to tell the old monk that her sister-in-law hanged herself three times without dying, but she forgot when she said it.
"Look at my second son again, will the marriage go well?" Yang hurriedly pulled Zhou Zhoulang over.
Zhou Zhou Lang looked hopeful and clenched his fists.
Unexpectedly, the old monk frowned, and before he looked at his face, he could tell at a glance that Zhou Zhoulang was not a kind person. This kind of person is very selfish and has no tolerance for others. There is no tolerance.
"The second son's marriage is not in a hurry, the fate has not yet arrived, so don't rush it. Everything has its own destiny, so don't mess up your mind." The monk took the signature and made a point. Zhou Zhoulang looked impatient at first glance, and this good relationship might turn into a bad one.
My mind is impure, and I am afraid something will go wrong.
Mr. Yang's complexion was not good when she heard this, and Zhou Zhoulang's face turned dark immediately.
"Nonsense, you monk, do you think we are poor and lack your sesame oil money? My Zhou family is a little poorer, but it doesn't mean that I can't even marry a wife." Zhou Zhoulang scolded with a black face.
It seemed that he stepped on his sore foot all at once.
"Oh, it's terrible. It's really terrible." Zhou Zhoulang was about to tear up with the monk when he heard bursts of exclamation from the side asking for a lottery.
"It's so strange that there are such strange things in the world. I don't know how to interpret this sign." I saw that there were three layers inside and three layers outside the front of the Buddha asking for a sign. Feet squeezed.
"What's going on? Where's your sister? Why hasn't she come out yet?" Yang panicked for a moment, afraid that Zhou Yanci would do something he couldn't do in front of the Buddha.
Ahem, like the last three times?
It's scary to think about it.
"This is a miracle. This girl asks for lots, and one shakes out. One shakes out, and all the sticks are top-up. Look, the rest of the lottery container is all bottom-up lots."
"What's the matter? There's an even more powerful one next to him. All the sticks are filled with lower and lower lotteries, and the lottery tube is full of upper lottery! Look at that person, his face is turning green. Especially the girl next to her, every time she shakes out Just put a sign on one and read a sentence, and this again. But the young man next to him was very angry." A group of people looked at them as if they were looking at some strange objects.
Mr. Yang struggled to squeeze in.
Then she saw her little girl holding a handful of signatures in her arms, with a bitter face.
"Mother, why are these lotteries all the same? They are all on the same lottery. No matter how you shake them, nothing else will come out." After saying this, Yang watched helplessly as the handsome young man beside Zhou Yanci turned dark. . There was a trace of air-conditioning all over the body, and it was frighteningly chilly.
In his hand, he held a lot of lottery tickets. Not one exception.
These two people are walking in two extremes.
Xie Yinghui quickly squeezed in and grabbed her brother's sleeve and walked behind the Buddha statue, sister, don't add fuel to the fire. My brother is about to explode...
However, your luck is really against the sky.
Xie Yinghui dragged Xie Jingxiu for a few steps, and couldn't help but look back at her. Envy, good luck. My Xie family has become a declining family that everyone sees.
Sister Xie, your family lacks a town house expert.
"Quickly go and untie the lottery, hurry up, let's see what kind of life you are, girl." Quickly urged the rest of Zhou Yanci to untie the lottery.
A group of people gathered around Zhou Yanci to untie the lottery. The stunned old monk opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to do it.
"Benefactor, the abbot of our temple is here to invite you." Just when he was in desperation, a young monk came out and invited Zhou Yanci to the backyard.
Zhou Yanci walked away with everyone's regretful expressions on her face. Yang wanted to follow, but the little monk blocked her way.
"Madam, please wait a moment and eat some vegetarian food in the temple. I will return after the little benefactor clears up my doubts." The little monk had envy in his eyes that Yang couldn't understand.
Master National Teacher...
Said that she was unlucky, but the little monk refused to believe it.
The national teacher comes for three days a year, and the time is not fixed each time, so she ran into it this time.
Little did he know that Zhou Yanci at this moment, bearing the halo of great blessings and equal heaven, was about to slowly enter the field of vision of everyone, and came with an unstoppable blessing against the sky.
Seeking children and marriage, Zhenzhai Township, Quanfu girls have logged in.
The Xie family, who was far away in the capital, was trembling.
(end of this chapter)
