Chapter 4476 Signature

"Hey, it's not..." The middle-aged monk was about to speak when he was interrupted.

"Nothing." The host said, shaking his head slightly at him, signaling that he needn't say more.

The middle-aged monk was startled, and after glancing at the host, he looked at the little girl who was shaking the bamboo stick. The bamboo stick made a sound as she shook it up and down, and the crisp sound echoed in the hall, one after another.

The host also stepped forward and stood quietly watching.

After a long time, a bamboo stick fell to the ground, and the stick also stopped. Yue'er was overjoyed, and picked up the stick with a smile.

"Little benefactor, let Lao Na come and unravel the lottery for you!" The host stepped forward with a kind smile on his face, and it was you, not you.

"Yeah, here it is."

Yue'er handed him the lottery, looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes blinking, and asked with some expectation: "Can this tell me, when can we go home and see our parents?"

The host smiled and looked at the bamboo stick. The next moment, the smile on his face froze. He saw that it was a stick without a number on it. He took another half-bamboo stick and looked carefully again. There was still no sign on the front and back, but when he was concentrating his brows, he saw golden words floating up on the bamboo stick, which made his heart shake.

"Hiss! This... how could this be like this?"

The middle-aged monk was also startled, his eyes widened in disbelief. On the bamboo stick, usually only the sign number is written, and then the sign text is corresponding, but there is no sign number on this bamboo stick, and at this moment, lines of words glowing with gold appear out of thin air.

Even though he has stayed in the imperial temple for many years and released the lottery for more than 20 years, he has never encountered such a shocking thing.

When they saw it, Hao'er naturally saw it too. Looking at that scene, Hao'er didn't speak, but after a glance, he looked at the golden Buddha on the main hall, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

"A fairy fetus becomes a dragon and a phoenix, but there are no stars in the heavenly palace. It's hard to live a life of nine deaths. Let nature take its course and don't force it." The host read these words lightly, but the hand holding the bamboo stick trembled slightly.

Fairy fetus? Lifeless star?

Listening to the host Qingnian's signature, Hao'er frowned, her stern face was frosted. He took a step forward and took the bamboo stick from the host's hand to look at it again, pursed his thin lips slightly, and looked at the host and the middle-aged monk.

"It's best not to reveal half a word about today's matter!" He said coldly, and as soon as his voice fell, he turned around and led Mu Chen and Mu Yue, and strode out.

Watching them leave, the middle-aged monk took a deep breath, looked at the host, and wanted to ask, but found that he couldn't speak at all, as if the words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to speak.

What happened today was far beyond his imagination. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't even be able to believe that the Buddha really appeared. But, why is it such a little girl? And that signed poem...

"Ah! Host, they took that bamboo stick away!" Only then did he realize that the sign that the Lord Buddha had manifested was actually taken away by them.

The host took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, hurriedly came to the middle of the hall, knelt down, put his hands together and said softly: "Amitabha."

Then he got up and said: "Today's matter, you must not reveal half of it to the outside world." He looked at Liao Wu beside him, with a serious and dignified face, and said: "Remember, don't reveal half of it to the outside world."