"Hello, two donors."
The monk in front of him was wearing a patched robe and had a smiling face, looking like a monk who strictly observed etiquette.
There was no sign of it being like a minute ago.
He was still lying on his back, with his arms and legs spread out, at the entrance of the solemn and quiet palace, soundly sleeping.
The monk who brought Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan in introduced them calmly, "This is my junior fellow apprentice, his Buddhist name is Huiyuan. He has always been in charge of the lottery."
The monk named Huiyuan looked at Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan and said, "Oh, you are here to ask for a lucky bag again."
Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan looked at each other.
Again? I just heard that shaking lots to pray for lucky bags is a common practice in this temple, so why would this master say such a word that reveals a bit of displeasure?
"This way, please." Monk Huiyuan sat down at a square table on the left side of the hall. He looked calm and composed, and he sighed softly, "People in this world always have so many wishes, which keep coming up and can't be stopped."
He took a bamboo stick jar from under the table.
"Two donors, who will go first?"
Shi Yan silently reached out his hand, took the can of lottery tickets and handed it to Sheng Yuan.
Huiyuan: "Before you draw the lot, put aside all distracting thoughts and think silently in your mind about what you want to ask for."
"OK."
Sheng Yuan held the can with both hands, closed her almond-shaped eyes, and after concentrating for a few seconds, she was about to move -
Huiyuan said, "The fortune sticks are divided into bad, medium, good, and good luck. The same is true for the lucky bag you get. It is closely related to the object or person you are looking for. It all depends on the fate of the person who draws the fortune stick. Whether it comes true or not, you need to be clear and cautious before drawing the fortune stick."
Sheng Yuan's hand stopped immediately.
The steady, kind-looking monk stood beside Master Huiyuan and said with a soothing smile, "Don't worry too much, my fellow apprentice is always too serious in what he says and does."
Huiyuan waited for a long time but didn't hear the sound of the sticks shaking. He thought Sheng Yuan was hesitating. He suddenly raised his hand and scratched his head, as if wondering: "What are you afraid of, little girl? This stick jar is in your hand, and you can't shake out any other sticks except Shangji--"
The words haven't finished yet.
"Huiyuan." The monk standing next to him spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too low, and his words contained a hint of admonition.
As if realizing that he had made a mistake by talking too much, Huiyuan immediately admitted his mistake and kept silent.
The monk called Brother Huiyu smiled gently again and looked at Sheng Yuan: "Donor, please."
Sheng Yuan put away her doubts and threw a lot from the lot jar.
Take it and have a look.
What the master said really came true. It was an auspicious sign.
Huiyuan, who had just been taught by his senior brother, didn't say anything, but had an expression that said "Just watch, I'll tell you."
But when it's his turn, Yan shakes the lot.
A thin bamboo stick fell on the table. Sheng Yuan saw that Master Huiyuan's expression froze for a moment. Although it was only for a moment, she still captured it keenly.
It was an expression of astonishment and great surprise, as if to say, "This shouldn't be the case."
Sheng Yuan looked at the lot.
——A good sign.
It’s also a good sign.
So, is there any problem?
Without waiting for Sheng Yuan to ask in confusion.
Master Hui Yu at the side took the lead and said with a smile: "Congratulations to the two donors for drawing two good lots. The lot-seeking is over. You can follow me to hang the lucky bags."
* The wind got stronger.
The branches and leaves of two lush, towering trees shone through the sunlight, casting fluorescent green spots on the ground.
Sheng Yuan looked up and looked at the two red tassel lucky bags hanging high up side by side.
"Shi Yan, what is your wish? Um...is there anything in particular you want to get?"
Just now, Master Huiyuan said that people in the world always have many wishes.
So, what is Shi Yan's?
The objectives of this strategy mission have not been refreshed yet.
Sheng Yuan guessed, maybe, she could explore it from Shi Yan? But for a long time.
She got no answer.
She turned around and met a pair of dark and focused eyes.
Shi Yan lowered his eyes and stared at Sheng Yuan quietly. The emotion in his eyes was unclear, with a faint burning temperature, as if hidden and suppressed.
He looked at her and tilted his head in confusion, "Hmm?"
Still waiting for his reply.
He looked away, leaving only his long, clean-lined jaw exposed.
"Once you make a wish, it won't come true."
The desolate young man spoke seriously in a low-pitched voice.
Touched by the cuteness of the baby, she bent her beautiful almond eyes, obeyed his words, nodded, and stopped asking: "Oh, okay, I know."
* The two stood under the tree and looked at the lucky bag on the tree for a while.
The lagging crew finally caught up.
The quiet temple suddenly became lively.
Director Hu led everyone to visit Master Hui Yu. Perhaps because of prior negotiations, Master Hui Yu had already prepared a vacant space for the crew.
The process of burning incense and praying is completely over.
Some people began to point at the red lucky bags all over the tree and asked, "What is this?"
Master Hui Yu explained with a gentle smile that this was a lucky bag.
"Will this really work? If it works, I'd like to ask for one too."
"Well, based on my personal experience, these are probably just things that people can use to comfort themselves."
As soon as these words came out.
Everyone's eagerness to try was instantly reduced by half.
Master Hui Yu standing by remained calm.
"Those who are interested can try. The two donors just now have each obtained a lucky bag."
Everyone followed Master Huiyu's gaze and was slightly stunned -
The actor at the time, and Sheng Yuan.
These two both believed it, so if that’s the case…
"I want to try it."
"So do I."
"+1+1, Master, I +1!"
Everyone followed Master Hui Yu into the hall and stopped in front of a table. The stool behind the table was empty.
After Master Hui Yu briefly explained the differences between the sticks, he handed over the sticks in the can.
The first person asked before shaking.
"Master, may I ask what lot the two teachers drew just now? Is it convenient for me to tell you?"
"Of course." Master Hui Yu smiled faintly: "The male donor has a good fortune, and the female donor has an auspicious fortune."
Everyone exclaimed "Wow".
It seems that the lucky lottery is quite easy to draw.
But in the end, the man shouted "I want to be rich" three times in a clear voice, and then threw a medium lottery.
"Ah... that's it."
The people around laughed at him: "It seems that it will be difficult for you to get rich."
Then it's this person's turn.
He prayed for "I want to fall in love this year", and then he also threw a tie. He couldn't laugh anymore.
It’s not easy to draw the lucky lottery!
"Oh my god, Sheng Yuan's luck must be so good that he could get a lucky number?!" Someone exclaimed.
Next second
“Let me try!”
Wan Lei squeezed in from the back of the crowd, looking indignant. Isn't it just a lucky sign? What's the big deal? Sheng Yuan can do it, so can she.
She repeated to herself a hundred times, "My ranking in The Power of One will definitely be higher than Sheng Yuan's."
With a "pop" sound.
The bamboo sticks fell out of the jar.
——Sign.
Wan Lei's face turned dark: "…………"
* Nobody knows.
At the back of the temple, under the shade of green trees, a monk continued to catch up on his sleep comfortably. He did not open his eyes but muttered something.
"You are overestimating yourself."
"Why bother with that little girl when you have nothing to do..."
After saying that, he fell asleep in seconds.
It’s a foreshadowing… (Pointing fingers.) Enmm, I’ll write about the start of filming tomorrow.
It's also their emotional line.
(End of this chapter)