Xianjin hugged Baozhu tightly. She could clearly feel that Baozhu gradually stopped shaking and calmed down.
When there is no hope in reality, just draw a pie in the sky.
The process of waiting for the bread is enough to heal everything.
After a long time, Baozhu looked up with tears in her eyes.
Xianjin nodded heavily, "Shall we go?"
Baozhu clutched the corner of Xianjin's clothes tightly, two lines of tears fell down, but her head could not stop nodding.
Xianjin let out a long sigh.
At noon, Xianjin took Baozhu, who had her hair tied in a low bun, and entered Chongqing Temple from the second gate. The Buddha was carved and painted in gold, and had a kind face. Xianjin took Baozhu to burn incense, offer water and fruits, and then threw a silver coin into the merit box.
The young monk rang the bell, indicating that the Buddha knew and you could start making your paid wish.
Xianjin handed the fortune stick to Baozhu and encouraged her with his eyes, "Shake the sticks. We will ask the abbot Xinhe to interpret the fortune later."
Baozhu's fat paw shook and a skewer fell to the ground.
Xianjin picked it up and looked at it, and saw the neat small seal script "bad sign".
Xianjin pursed his lips, took out a larger silver coin from his sleeve pocket, put it into the merit box, and handed the lottery tube to Baozhu, saying concisely, "Yao, my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God."
"Sister Xianjin has everything, but she has the most silver coins."
Little novice monk:?
Xianjin looked at the young monk and said, "Please, little master, ring the bell to see if the Buddha agrees."
Little novice monk:? ?
How should he convey the Buddha's intention?
Do you agree to knock twice? Do you disagree to knock once?
The young monk rang the bell in silence.
Xianjin touched Baozhu's head and said confidently, "This bell is louder than the previous one, and the echo is longer. The Buddha agrees, so shake it."
Baozhu held the lottery box as if facing a great enemy.
Xianjin bent down and picked it up, "Zhongji".
Xianjin wanted to shake it again, but when he looked up, he saw the little monk's frightened and disbelieving eyes.
Forget it, eight out of ten things in life are not satisfactory, so just be moderately lucky, some imperfections make it perfect.
Xianjin handed the sticks to the young monk respectfully and said in a gentle voice, "Chen's Erlang invited Abbot Xinhe to interpret the sticks this morning. Little Master, do you think we should wait in the lobby? Or should we wait in the inner courtyard?"
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