"That's what it's all about now." Downing sighs, whether it's Mo ye, her grandfather, or her eleven disciples, their grief is the best cover for her still alive.
Only in this way, the person who has always wanted her to die will be completely relieved and will not pay attention to her any more. Only in this way can she have enough time to repair the spirit and body.
As the day began to dawn, more and more people came to offer incense. The old monk went to the table where the sticks were unscrambled and dozed off. Among the people who offered incense, an old woman came with her son to offer incense.
"Kneel down! What are you doing Said the old woman, looking at her standing son.
"Niang, I've agreed with others that I will go tomorrow. What's the matter if you have to ask someone to come to Tangshi for autograph now?" The man said helplessly.
"Master Tang is very clever. As long as you can get a signature here, I'll let you go. Otherwise, you can't go this time. You're such a son. Nothing matters to you. Kneel down quickly." The woman said, pulling him to his knees.
The man took his mother's signboard, but he took it to pay homage to master Tang. He said in his heart, "master Tang, my brothers and I have accepted a task, and it has become possible to make a lot of money. However, my mother is afraid that I am in danger and won't let me go. Please make sure that you sign for me. When I come back from the task, I will pay my respects again.
After the man recited it in his heart, he shook it while the old woman next to him said: "master Tang, I'm such a son. I haven't got a family yet! He said that he made a lot of money on this mission, but I was also worried that it would be very dangerous. I asked Mr. Tang to give him an idea. If he was safe, he would ask him to ask for money and sign. If he was in danger, he would be signed. "
"Pa!"
A bamboo stick came out of the barrel and fell in front of them. Looking at the stick, the man reached out and wanted to get it, but his mother had picked it up.
"In the temple, there is a master who unscrambles the autograph. It is said that the master's solution is accurate, so we will ask him to solve it." The old woman said and went to the old monk who was dozing off.
"Niang, Niang, here you can sign three gold coins! Expensive. " The man took her and said.
"It's not as expensive as your life." The old woman pulled his hand away, walked forward and called with a smile: "master? Master
The old monk looked up at them and said with a smile: "how about the signature? Come on, bring the sign and I'll have a look
"Please, master." The old woman said and handed him the bamboo stick.
The old monk took a glance, then shook his head: "this sign is not good."
When the man heard this, he was immediately annoyed: "you don't even have a signature. Just look at the number on the bamboo stick, can't you say it? Isn't that nonsense? " Then he said to his mother, "Niang, the old monk doesn't know how to solve the problem. Let's go outside and solve it."
However, as soon as the old woman heard the monk say something bad, she didn't want to go. Instead, she asked, "master, what's wrong with this signature? Why not? Do you need not read the signature? You don't have to look at the corresponding autographs at the counter outside
"Ha ha, benefactor, monk, I'm different from them." The old monk said with a smile. He stretched out his index finger and shook it gently. He said with a smile: "this sign! It's a sign. "