Chapter 1542 The Signer
"This is the only way to go now." Tangning sighed softly. Whether it was Mo Ye, her grandfather, or her eleven apprentices, their sorrow was the best way to cover up her existence.
Only in this way, the person who has always wanted her to die will be completely relieved and will not pay attention to her again, and she will have enough time to restore her soul and cultivate her immortal body.
As the sky became brighter, more and more people came to offer incense. The old monk went to the table where the lottery was unwrapped and dozed off. Among the people offering incense, an old woman brought her son to offer incense. fragrant.
"Kneel down! Why are you standing still?" The old woman looked at her son standing beside her and said.
"Mom, I've already told people that I'm going tomorrow. Now you have to ask someone to come to Master Tang to ask for a lottery. What's the matter?" the man said helplessly.
"Master Tang is very clever. As long as you can get a lottery here, I will let you go. Otherwise, you won't be able to go this time. Mother, you are such a son. Nothing is important to you. Hurry up!" Kneel down." The woman said, pulling him to his knees.
The man took the stick that his mother had stuffed in, and helplessly bowed to Master Tang with the stick, muttering in his heart: Master Tang, my brothers and I have accepted a mission, and it turns out that we can earn a lot of money, but helplessly. My mother is worried that I will be in danger and won't let me go, please give me a sign, and when I come back from the mission, I will pay you back.
After the man said silently in his heart, he held the stick and shook it, while the old woman next to him said, "Master Tang, I am just such a son, and I haven't married yet! He said he made a lot of money on this mission." , but I am also worried that it will be very dangerous, so I ask Master Tang to give him an idea, if everything is safe, ask him to ask for the upper lottery, and if there is danger, give him a lower lottery."
"Snapped!"
A bamboo stick came out of the stick and fell in front of the two of them. Looking at the stick, the man reached out to take it, but his mother had already picked it up.
"There is a master in the temple who can solve the lottery. I heard that this master is very accurate in solving the lottery, so we asked him to solve it." The old woman said, walking towards the old monk who was dozing off.
"Mother, mother, here are three gold coins for a lottery! It's expensive." The man pulled her and said.
"No matter how expensive your life is, it's not as expensive as your life." The old woman pulled his hand away, stepped forward and smiled and called: "Master? Master?"
The old monk looked up at them, and said with a smile: "Unlock the lottery? Come, bring the lottery, let me have a look."
"Trouble master." The old woman said, and handed him the bamboo stick.
The old monk glanced at it, then shook his head: "This lottery, it's not good."
The man was immediately annoyed when he heard this: "You don't even have a signature, and you can't tell just by looking at the numbers on the bamboo stick? Isn't this nonsense?" Then he said to his mother: "Mother, this old monk I don’t know how to interpret the sign at all, so let’s go outside to interpret it.”
However, when the old woman heard that the monk said it was not good, she refused to leave, but asked: "Master, what's wrong with this sign? Why is it not good? Don't you need to read the sign to untie it? Outside The stalls where the signatures are released all have corresponding signatures, don't you need to read them?"
"Hehehe, benefactor, monk, I am different from them." The old monk said with a smile, stretched out his index finger and shook it lightly, and said with a smile: "This lot! It's a lottery."