No. 531: Good luck.
The family is prosperous and peaceful when the sun is at its zenith; no clouds can be found as the sun is at its highest point in the sky.
The granary is full of grains and the old branches are luxuriant, but I am displaced and am climbing the ladder to the pavilion.
"Fuck, Daji..."
Conan rubbed his eyes.
he...
This is the first time I've seen someone luckier than Xiaolan.
Or rather...
Mao Lilan's luck was dragged down by him.
It’s like there are two students in the class, one is the top student in the grade, getting 100 points in every subject, and the other is a notorious poor student, getting 0 points every time.
No matter how hard the top students try, their average score is only 50, which is failing.
Under Conan's influence, it was not easy for Mao Lilan to draw a lucky lot.
"Good luck..."
Sakaki breathed a sigh of relief.
If Miss Miyano also drew a bad number, he would promise not to let her go to the Dusk Villa with him.
There is no other reason, just to have peace of mind.
"Finally it's my turn..."
Sakaki Makoto walked forward, grabbed the stick tube, and threw out a bamboo stick.
Number 66 is a very auspicious number, so I believe the signature will not be too bad.
Opening the drawer, Makoto Sakaki took out the signature paper.
The 100th sign: Very bad luck.
Sakaki Makoto: “.........”
Conan: “….”
Hattori Heiji: "......"
The three of them were already considering whether or not to go to the Dusk Villa.
This is a bit too mysterious!
1% probability of hitting three cards in a row?
Multiply it...
The probability is about 0.0001%.
Even the monk who was sweeping the floor nearby was startled. He stepped forward with a broom in hand and bowed in the manner of a monk:
"Amitabha, may I ask the three donors, have you all drawn the most evil?"
"I mean, is your temple that serious?"
Sakaki Makoto was furious:
"You put so many bad luck sticks in the cabinet. Do you want us to pay you to get rid of the bad luck?"
"The donor has misunderstood."
The little monk bowed deeply:
"You may not know that our temple prepares 3,000 lottery tickets every day and puts them in the cabinet for tourists to draw."
"Among these 3,000 fortune-telling papers, only four are considered bad luck."
"Donors, the three of you have drawn the most unlucky numbers one after another. I don't need to tell you much about your fortunes. Please follow me..."
After saying this, the young sweeping monk was about to lead Sakaki Makoto and the others away.
Half believing and half doubting, Sakaki Makoto and others followed him to the gate of the Denju Court.
The sweeping monk knocked on the door and said:
"Brother, it's me."
Squeak...
The somewhat rotten wooden door was open a crack, just enough for one person to pass through.
"Donors, please come in."
The young monk who was sweeping the floor smiled and said:
"Master Jin Guang will answer questions specifically for the donor who has drawn the most unlucky item."
"Will you charge me?"
"...free."
Entering the courtyard, led by the sweeping monk, Sakaki Makoto and his companions arrived at the door of a low Zen room.
Boom... Boom... Boom...
The Zen room was simply decorated. An old-looking abbot wearing a cassock was kneeling on a cushion, beating a wooden fish rhythmically.
"Master Jin Guang, I have brought here the donor who won the most unlucky prize."
The sound of the wooden fish suddenly disappeared. Abbot Jin Guang stood up, looked back, and chanted the Buddha's name:
"Amitabha, several donors, may I ask who drew the bad lot?"
Sakaki Makoto, Conan, and Hattori Heiji took a step forward.
"Um?"
The host Jin Guang was stunned:
“You guys are…”
Swish!
Three very bad fortune signs were revealed, and Master Jin Guang's eyes bulged outwards. He immediately realized his identity as an 'enlightened monk', and hurriedly stroked his beard and nodded:
"So they are three unlucky guys... cough!"
"Oh no, I just said what's on my mind..."
"Please take a seat, three donors. If you have any questions, I will answer them one by one."
Sakaki Makoto: “…”
This Sensō-ji Temple abbot...
Seems a bit unreliable?
Forget it, you’re so old now, you should be able to say nice things.
Miss Miyano, Ran Mori and others were waiting outside the Zen room, while Makoto Sakaki and the other two sat on the futons.
The cloudy eyes swept over the signature paper, and the host Jin Guang was thoughtful for a while...
"Three donors, are you going on a long journey recently?"
"That's right."
"Will you come together?"
"That's right."
"oh...."
Host Jin Guang raised his eyebrows and thought:
Three people drew three very unlucky lots in a row, which is truly a rare thing that has never happened before.
Now...
These three unlucky guys are actually going on a long journey together?
If nothing goes wrong, then there will be ghosts...
As the host, I have to give them some advice.
"Amitabha, if you want to interpret the fortune, the three donors should calm down and stay at home."
Host Jin Guang said:
"This is the only way to have a chance of turning things around."
"Stay home?"
Sakaki Makoto sneered:
“What a joke!”
"I spent so much time interpreting the lottery, and this is all you got?"
"Conan, Brother Hattori, let's go!"
Seeing the three donors about to leave, Master Jin Guang was shocked and no longer cared about his dignity. He quickly pulled them back and said:
"Wait a minute!"
"I have a clever plan that can help you overcome this difficult time!"
"What's the trick?"
Sakaki Makoto stopped and looked over in confusion.
For some reason, he always felt...
This old guy has no good intentions.
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