Just as she was wondering why Luo Shimiao was praying, she saw her reach into her clothes, pull out a stack of scratch cards, and then lie down on the ground to scratch them.
Hao Yun looked at her profile, both amused and exasperated. How could she even think of playing scratch-off lottery tickets in the meditation hall!
Luo Shimiao silently recited the winning numbers in the bottom left corner of his mind: "15, 15..."
One by one, the numbers were revealed. She had only won 10 yuan, so she disdainfully put it aside and scratched off another one.
She felt someone watching her, looked up and looked around, and found that everyone's eyes were on her.
The emotions expressed in their eyes suggest that this is really appropriate.
Luo Shimiao wasn't embarrassed at all. A playful smile appeared on her lips. She waved the scratch-off lottery ticket in her hand, her eyes asking, "Do you want to play?"
Cao Lu's lips twitched, and she looked away to continue rubbing her legs.
Xu Xingliang and Hao Yun shook their heads, indicating they wouldn't participate. Only she dared to openly engage in this in front of the camera, unafraid of being attacked by keyboard warriors.
Seeing this, she glanced at the screen; there were only five minutes left before the bell rang and meditation began. She quickened her pace, trying to finish scratching the two-finger-thick scratch card.
Little Green, who was hiding in Luo Shimiao's chest, peeked out and, seeing that she had brought the scratch-off lottery tickets, jumped out happily and landed on the floor.
That day, the fierce woman took it to the lottery shop and bought all the scratch-off tickets. It wanted to play, but the fierce woman wouldn't let it.
Little Green walked to Luo Shimiao's hand and imitated her action, using its claws to scrape the coating on it.
Luo Shimiao found it in the way, so he moved it aside and gave it a new one to play with.
Behind her, Bai Yunqing's lowered eyes held a deep resentment.
She gathered her emotions for a moment, then looked up at Luo Shimiao's back and said, "Can you please stop shaving? I can't stand the sound." After saying that, she covered her ears with a pained expression.
Is there any sound? I can't hear anything.
I didn't hear it either, but could she be having an attack?
[He's sick and instead of staying home, he's out working. Unbelievable.]
[Qingqing participated in this variety show for treatment; please don't criticize if you don't understand!]
There are plenty of temples out there, so why choose to appear on a TV show? I think the real purpose is to use the show to make a comeback.
[Qingqing is suffering from severe depression and has even attempted suicide! Please watch your words and have some decency!]
[If it's so serious, why come at all? If you really want to be healthy, you should have stayed home and received proper treatment.]
That was the doctor's advice! Qingqing already explained it during yesterday's broadcast.
[Who knows if YuYu syndrome is real? The world is so fake these days. A while ago, a certain internet celebrity was exposed for accusing her boss of sexual harassment. It turned out it was all a staged drama to get her contract terminated.]
I'm too lazy to argue with you guys. The innocent are innocent!
Luo Shimiao rolled her eyes speechlessly, without making a sound. She wasn't even scratching the glass; this guy was just going on and on.
Should she be dragged into the woods and beaten before she'll behave? She thought to herself as she scraped, completely ignoring Bai Yunqing.
Seeing that she still hadn't stopped, Bai Yunqing bit her lower lip and turned her gaze to Master Huikong.
"Master, could you please talk to Luo Shimiao? Her playing scratch-off lottery tickets here is disturbing everyone."
"You didn't bother me. My hearing isn't as sensitive as yours, so I can't hear what you're saying." Hao Yun showed her no respect whatsoever.
Xu Xingliang said, "They didn't bother me either."
Cao Lu chose to remain silent and watch the show quietly.
"You!" She gritted her teeth in anger, but her face showed a wronged expression. When she saw Master Huikong open his eyes, she immediately said, "Master, look at her bringing in scratch-off lottery tickets, which is a form of gambling. She has no respect at all."
Little Green turned around and retorted, "Scratch-off lottery tickets are legal, even I, a bird, know that. How low is your cultural level?"
"Even if it's legal, you can't bring it here, can you?" Bai Yunqing turned to the monk. "Master, don't you think so?"
Huikong looked at Bai Yunqing meaningfully and uttered four words: "Silence is forbidden in the meditation hall."
Bai Yunqing was speechless. She had expected the monk to scold Luo Shimiao, but this was the outcome. Thinking that no one had spoken up for her, a tear slid down her cheek.
Are even monks now treating people differently based on their status? Why are they ganging up on Qingqing? This is outrageous!
If that incident hadn't happened, these people wouldn't be behaving this way now.
I used to think the monks in temples were so noble, but it seems they can't escape worldly concerns either.
[Laughing and getting rich! The meditation hall has a clear rule against talking. Bai Yunqing broke the rules first. Did Master say anything wrong?]
[Who is she crying to? There was nothing wrong to begin with, but she jumped out to complain and dragged others into it. I have to say, this is disgusting.]
[This is standard procedure; you'll understand if you've watched her previous variety shows.]
While the live stream was in an uproar, Luo Shimiao, who was lying down, suddenly stood up and jumped high in the air.
It worked! It worked!
She gripped the scratch-off lottery ticket tightly in both hands, rushed to the Buddha statue, and kissed the lotus pedestal deeply. A faint blush rose to her cheeks from excitement, making her even more charming and lively.
Everyone looked at her with bewildered expressions, wondering how much she had won to be so excited.
"Ahem." Huikong coughed to remind her to watch her behavior; she hadn't changed at all and was still as mischievous as she had been ten years ago.
Luo Shimiao ran up to him, pointed to the winning numbers, and excitedly said, "Old monk, I won 400,000! 400,000!"
Huikong raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on the 07 she pointed to. ¥ was printed after 07. Looking further down at the bottom left corner of the scratch-off ticket, the winning number was clearly printed there—it was a real win.
"It must be because Shakyamuni Buddha saw my kindness and integrity that this good fortune fell upon me," she said with a smug grin.
Huikong sighed helplessly and raised his right hand to gaze at her.
Luo Shimiao's smile froze, and she pouted in dissatisfaction: "I only said a few words, and you're going to hit me again." She said this, but her body had already made the move.
Three crisp "snap, snap, snap" sounds rang out in the meditation hall.
She withdrew her bright red palm, made a face at the monk, and held her four hundred thousand yuan.
Since I won the lottery, I won't hold it against him.
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