Chapter 501: Buddha said: I like you (5)

Chapter 501: Buddha said: I like you (5)

Saying that, the fifth princess didn't wait for Feng Qian to answer, she just pulled the girl and ran to the ancient tree.

The Seventh Princess also followed.

The fifth princess stared curiously at the red ribbon tied on the ancient tree, and then looked down at the old monk.

The old monk felt that someone was coming, and slowly opened his eyes, with a kind smile in his cloudy eyes.

He raised his right hand to his chest, and said slowly, "Amitabha, benefactor, can you ask for a signature?"

The fifth princess hurriedly responded: "Yes!"

The old monk smiled, took out the bamboo tube from behind and handed it to the fifth princess.

"Donor shake it."

The fifth princess took the bamboo tube excitedly, looked at it curiously, raised her hand and shook it, and a bamboo stick fell out of the bamboo tube.

The fifth princess bent down to pick it up and looked at the signature on it.

The meanings of the signed texts were a little vague. The fifth princess was ignorant of her knowledge and could not see any clues. She handed the bamboo stick to the old monk.

"Master, what is the interpretation of this signature?"

The old monk took the bamboo stick handed by the Fifth Princess and looked down at the words on the stick.

He turned the beads in his hand and slowly read out: "Or ten years, or seven or eight years, or five or six years, or three or four years."

The Fifth Princess' eyes were earnest, "Yes, Master, what does this mean?"

The old monk slowly said: "This is the lottery, the meaning is: the matter of marriage, the donor should not force it, and wait for the chance."

"Oh."

Hearing that the lottery was won, the Fifth Princess was obviously a little lost.

Immediately after, the seventh princess was eager to draw a lottery, and also gave the old monk to solve it.

After the Seventh Princess shook the sign, Feng Qian looked down at the bamboo tube lying on the green grass.

She bent down gently, held the bamboo tube with her fingertips, and slowly picked it up.

Feng Qian hesitated for a moment, then shook the bamboo tube lightly.

A bamboo stick fell to the ground.

The old monk had just received the signature from the Seventh Princess. After seeing Feng Qian's actions, he kindly said, "This benefactor, please wait a moment."

"Um."

Feng Qian nodded, holding a bamboo tube in one hand and a bamboo stick in the other.

She looked down at the signature on the bamboo stick.

The old monk was suddenly attracted by something, and he raised his eyes to look at the opposite side.

The old monk held the bamboo stick of the seventh princess, raised the other hand holding the Buddha bead, and gestured towards the opposite side.

Feng Qian followed the old monk's gaze.

Not far away, there is a lake.

Willows are planted on both sides of the lake. In the season when the spring is gloomy, the willow leaves on the willows are green, and from a distance, it looks like a cloud of green mist.

And by the lakeside, a little monk was walking around the lake from not far away.

He held a string of Buddha beads in his hand and wore a smoky blue monk robe.

The little monk passed by, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the marriage tree over there, and then he saw the old monk beckoning to him under the marriage tree.

The little monk paused, then raised his foot and walked towards the marriage tree.

When the distance is close, everyone can see the appearance of the little monk.

But I couldn't help but be amazed by...

Like the monks in the monastery, the young monks ordained orphans.

However, even with a bald head, the other party's appearance is amazing.

He walked slowly, a string of vermilion beads twisted on his slender white fingertips, a small string with a dark ear of wheat hanging down.

The other party's eyelashes were slightly lowered, and the beautiful eyelashes were long, a length that women would envy.

The thin lips are beautiful like petals.

The complexion is also very fair.

The most striking thing is the cinnabar mole on the center of the other's eyebrows, like a tiny gem, shining like no other.

If the other party is not a monk, I am afraid that it is also... a handsome man who is enough to make the women in the world go crazy.

The little monk's eyes lightly swept across the few people around him, and a few steps away, he bent down slightly.

He said, "Uncle Huikong, are you looking for me?"

The other party's voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, it was inexplicably pleasant, and it also had a kind of soothing taste.