The pinnacle life starting from the son-in-law

Chapter 82

Han Xiaojing frowned and asked, "Master, what did you mean before?"

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together, squinted at the lottery on the table, and then said slowly,

"Just look for it from other places; it's like looking for fire with a lamp, it's better to clean it up in vain."

Having said that, the middle-aged monk paused before continuing.

"This sign literally means that if you want to find your desired marriage, it's like looking for it with a lamp in the dark. The chances are too slim. You might as well calm down and pray to heaven. Marriage will be brought down!"

After seeing the middle-aged monk's answer, Ye Qingqing suddenly took a deep breath.

This sign has been kept on the table, Ye Qingqing is not near-sighted, so he can see the writing in the sky clearly.

The meaning of the signature, Ye Qingqing pondered for a while, and then understood the meaning.

The middle-aged monk's explanation in the first few sentences is still correct, but in the latter part, according to Ye Qingqing's opinion, it is wrong.

It's the meaning of the signature, just like that famous sentence!
People look for him thousands of Baidu.Looking back suddenly, the man was there, where the lights were dim.

The meaning of the signature is that, if you are looking for your ideal person everywhere, you might as well calm down and look around you, because your sweetheart is by your side, waiting for you all the time!
But according to the middle-aged monk's explanation, it becomes a prayer to the heavens, and the blessings will come down, so that the marriage can be achieved!

……

After hearing the middle-aged monk's words, Han Xiaojing really became anxious, and hurriedly asked, "Master, why is this happening? Is there any way to solve it?"

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly and clasped his hands together, "Amitabha, goodness, goodness, the heavens save those who are destined, as long as the donor and the heavens are destined, the heavens will naturally send marriages."

Han Xiaojing hurriedly asked, "Master, what should I do?"

The middle-aged monk clasped his hands together and said softly, "The benefactor may have heard what the young disciple said just now, and now it is a good time to reshape the golden body of God. As long as the benefactor is willing to do it with heart, God will naturally remember it." In my heart, the marriage will come naturally!"

After hearing these words, Han Xiaojing felt a sudden movement in her heart, and her face was filled with joy, "Master, as long as I contribute money to reshape the golden body for God, will God remember me!"

The middle-aged monk smiled and nodded, "The benefactor is indeed very intelligent. Just a little bit from the poor monk, the benefactor will understand, Amitabha, so good!"

Seeing that she had guessed right, Han Xiaojing immediately said happily, "Master, how much silver should I donate?"

The middle-aged monk heard the words, glanced at Han Xiaojing's clothes, and then slowly said, "The benefactor, the more sincerity to God, the better. Please taste it yourself, how much sincerity should you have!"

Hearing this, Han Xiaojing turned to look at Ye Qingqing, frowned, and then tentatively asked, "Is 100 taels of silver enough?"

Hearing this number, the corner of the middle-aged monk's mouth suddenly showed a slight trace of disdain.

"The benefactor, the poor monk also said that God will not force the benefactor. As long as the benefactor thinks that 100 taels of silver is enough to express his sincerity to God, the poor monk has nothing to say."

Having said this, the middle-aged monk paused before continuing, "However, the poor monk reminds the benefactor that this is a great opportunity. If the benefactor does not seize it, everything will go wrong in the future. Think about it later." Please forgive me, I'm afraid it's not just a matter of spending a few thousand taels!"

Hearing these words, Han Xiaojing was taken aback immediately, and asked in a trembling voice, "A few thousand taels of silver?"

The middle-aged monk nodded, sighed, and said slowly.

"Last year, a man came to the temple to ask for money. At that time, he was very sincere and promised that as long as he got rich, he would give half of his property to God.

However, after he really made a fortune, he made a slip of the tongue, thinking that the money he earned was due to his own merits and had nothing to do with God, so he didn't dedicate half of his property to God.

As a result, within half a year, the house caught fire, and all the property was burnt up.

Later, this person also came to his senses, but it was already too late, there is only one chance, if he fails to grasp it, there will be no more chances! "

After saying this, the middle-aged monk looked up at Han Xiaojing and said solemnly.

"Benefactor, do you understand what the poor monk said?"

Han Xiaojing nodded hurriedly when she heard the words, then gritted her teeth and said in a trembling voice.

"3000 taels of silver, how about 3000 taels of silver?"

Hearing this number, the middle-aged monk nodded in satisfaction, "The poor monk thanked the benefactor on behalf of God."

Having said this, the middle-aged monk paused for a moment before continuing, "Please wait for the good news at home after the benefactor has finished donating!
However, after the benefactor finds a good marriage, don't fall for a short time like the person the poor monk said just now! "

Hearing these words, Han Xiaojing hurriedly turned her head to look at Ye Qingqing, stretched out her white and tender little hand, and said in a delicate voice.

"Bring silver?"

Ye Qingqing shook his head with a wry smile, "How could I bring so much money with me!"

Speaking of this, Ye Qingqing paused, turned his head to look at the middle-aged monk, and then continued, "Master, we didn't bring so much silver here, can we bring it next time!"

A hint of disappointment appeared on the face of the middle-aged monk, but soon he clasped his hands together, "God saves someone who is destined, I hope the benefactor will not miss this fate, please come back!"

……

The two walked out of the meditation room, only to find that there were two more people on both sides of the meditation room waiting to clarify their doubts.

When she came to a place where there was no one, Han Xiaojing stopped her figure, turned her head to look at Ye Qingqing, and said anxiously.

"Why don't you wait for me here, and I'll go back to get the silver?"

Ye Qingqing smiled slightly, slowly raised his hand, and waited until Han Xiaojing was in front of him, then opened his hand, and the lottery appeared in Ye Qingqing's palm.

Seeing this, Han Xiaojing hurriedly snatched the bamboo stick, and said in surprise, "I was in a hurry to go back to get the silver, so I forgot about this stick!"

Seeing Han Xiaojing holding the lottery, Ye Qingqing was moved and said softly.

"Xiao Jing, do you know the correct solution for this lottery?"

After hearing Ye Qingqing's words, Han Xiaojing was stunned for a moment, raised her head to look at Ye Qingqing, and asked suspiciously.

"What did you say?"

Ye Qingqing smiled slightly, took the bamboo stick from Han Xiaojing's hand, looked at the words on the bamboo stick, and read softly.

"Just look for it from other places; it's like looking for fire with a lamp, it's better to clean it up in vain."

Having said that, Ye Qingqing paused for a moment before continuing, "I meant to say it earlier.

You are now like holding a lamp in your hand and looking for candles everywhere, but you don't know that the person you are looking for is already by your side, waiting for you. "

After hearing Ye Qingqing's words, Han Xiaojing was stunned, and looked at Ye Qingqing without blinking her beautiful eyes.

(End of this chapter)