Chapter 502： Buddha said: I like you (6)

With a smile on the old monk's face, he beckoned: "Wangchen, just as you are here, let's unravel the signature for this donor."

The old monk's eyes looked at Feng Qian.

The little monk named Wangchen followed the old monk's gaze and landed on Feng Qian.

When his eyes touched the girl, he lowered his eyes slightly.

"Amitabha."

He took a step forward gently, and when he saw the bamboo tube lying on the ground, the little monk slowly bent over and held the body of the tube with fingertips as white as snow.

Just as the little monk picked up the bamboo tube, a bamboo stick fell from it.

One side of the signature is attached to the ground, and the signature written on it cannot be seen.

Wang Chen was stunned for a while, then bent down to pick up the bamboo stick.

He lowered his head and turned the bamboo stick in its direction. When he saw the sign on it, the little monk couldn't help being stunned.

He paused, lowered his eyes silently and put the bamboo sticks back into the bamboo tube.

The old monk was unsigning the seventh princess, and the fifth princess was also curious to listen to it, but no one noticed that there was a small episode that happened here.

Except for the shallow wind, of course.

As early as when the other party approached, Feng Qian felt the familiar breath.

Fragment of Your Highness.

Is the fragment this time actually a little monk?

Feng Qian looked at the little monk who seemed to be in a trance and asked, "Little Master, what's wrong?"

Hearing the sound, Wang Chen raised his eyes.

The clear eyes reflected the girl's alluring appearance.

Suddenly recalling the signature that he just saw, Wang Chen lowered his eyelashes, his quiet and peaceful heart all the time fluctuated a little, and his whole body felt a little uncomfortable.

Relieving his emotions, he lowered his eyes and said softly, "Amitabha. It's okay, benefactor, I'll untie it for you."

The sound of Amitabha also seemed to calm the little monk's fluctuating heart.

His chest was filled with the serenity of the past.

Feng Qian handed over the bamboo stick, "Young Master Lao is here."

The girl pinched one side of the bamboo stick with her fingers, Wang Chen looked at it, lowered her head silently, pinched the other end with her fair fingertips, and took the bamboo stick.

He lowered his eyes and turned the bamboo stick over, revealing the signature on the back.

——Thousand strands of willow color, Yiren looked back.

Wangchen explained according to the signature: "Donor, this is the top lottery. The place where the donor and the destined person meet must be a place where willow trees are shaded and willow leaves are green."

After speaking, Wang Chen realized something again, and lowered his eyelashes in a little panic.

As if to hide the panic in his heart, he lowered his head and stuffed the bamboo stick into the bamboo tube, not looking at the girl across from him.

Hearing the signature of the fragmentation, Feng Qian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The first time she saw the fragment, the man was weeping under the willow by the lake.

Jinghong glanced up slowly, and on the back was a willow like a green mist.

Feng Qian thought silently, the marriage lottery at Jingyuan Temple is really accurate.

"Little Master, it seems that my encounter with you is quite in line with this signature."

The girl's dark eyes were full of smiles, and she looked at the little monk with his head down in front of him.

Wangchen was startled for a moment by what the girl was about to tease, and he took a step back silently, "Donor, the little monk is a monk."

The little monk's words clearly understood.

The monks pay attention to the purity of the six sense organs, without desire or desire.

Once you enter Buddhism, you must not be greedy for the world.

His dharma name, forgetting the dust, also always reminded him to stay away from the mundane world and not to be distracted by the emotional desires of the world.

Seeing Xiao Shard's almost panicked and uncomfortable, Feng Qian said, "Don't worry about it, little master, I'm just joking. Thank you little master for unsigning me."

Hearing the sound, Wang Chen paused for a while, and seemed to be relieved, and it seemed that there was a place in his heart that was empty for a moment.

He said goodbye: "Amitabha, the donor is very polite. The little monk is leaving first."