After My Sick Husband Feigned Death, I Turned Wild

Jiang Chen went to Jing'an Temple to find Cheng Liying.

Because Cheng Liying took Hee Hee to Jing'an Temple, Jiang Chen had long known about him becoming a monk, and he also knew that being a monk was very good and the salary was very high!

"Brother Liying, I want to become a monk with you!"

This was the first sentence Jiang Chen said when he saw Cheng Liying.

"Amitabha."

Cheng Liying asked him, "Aren't you the third year in high school? Are you not studying?"

"I don't want to study anymore, my family doesn't let me get a job, and if I want to study hard, I won't study!"

Jiang Chen did not expect that Jiang Huifeng would actually use a sinister trick, and he would never give in!

Cheng Liying advised him, "You should go back and study hard."

"I don't! I want to become a monk!"

"Really, you study hard."

"I don't! I want to become a monk!"

Jiang Chen is very persistent, why can you become a monk in order to resist the family, I can't!

Cheng Liying sighed and took him to the entrance of the temple to read the recruitment notice, "I see, our temple only recruits monks with a college degree or above, and graduate students are given priority. If you haven't graduated from high school, the host will not accept you."

Jiang Chen: "..."

tmd! Even if you are a monk, you still need a degree!

Although Jiang Chen could not become a monk, but because he had nowhere to go, he stayed at Jing'an Temple for one night.

The next day, Jiang Chen called and asked Jiang Yi to help deliver his luggage.

Jiang Yi thought that he had become a monk like Cheng Liying. He was so angry and funny, so he asked Xiao Tan to pack Jiang Chen's clothes, and then drove to Jing'an Temple in person.

When he was about to arrive at Jing'an Temple, Jiang Yi received a call from Song Rao.

"Where are you? I'll bring you something."

"what?"

"My mother made some soup and let me bring it to you."

Jiang Yi was silent for a moment, then frowned.

"What did you tell your parents? They thought the baby in my womb was yours?"

"They thought not."

"Then why are you making soup for me?"

"Because you are my girlfriend."

"Your parents are so generous."

Song Rao asked again, "Where?"

Thinking of the chicken soup he had last time, the taste was really good, Jiang Yi told Song Rao his location.

He happened to be in Tianjingjiayuan, not far from Jing'an Temple.

When Jiang Yi gave Jiang Chen his luggage, Song Rao arrived.

He hadn't been here before, so he went to the main hall where he knelt down, while Jiang Yi was in the backyard wing.

"Donor, do you want to sign? Career, love, and fortune can all be counted, and everything that has been counted can be counted!"

A fat monk came up with a jar of lottery with a smile.

Song Rao looked down at the phone, he asked where Jiang Yi was, but Jiang Yi hadn't replied yet.

"Then ask for one."

"Please sign five yuan, and unsign twenty yuan."

"No cash."

"You can scan the QR code on WeChat to pay."

"..."

The fat monk took out the QR code tied with a rope from his arms, and gestured to Song Rao with his eyes.

Song Rao didn't believe this in the first place, and now he feels even more that this guy is cheating on him.

He turned around and was about to leave, but the fat monk stopped him, "Donor, it's time for performance at the end of the month, do well. The Buddha will bless you."

Jiang Yi came to the main hall to find Song Rao at this time, "Do you still believe this?"

She turned to look at the fat monk, "How did you ask for it? Give me some fun."

Jiang Yi didn't believe it either, he was just having fun.

She wanted to ask for a signature, and Song Rao scanned the code and paid the two of them.

The fat monk unsigned the two with a smile, and Jiang Yi, who was the first to unravel, said, "On the sign, the female donor not only has a prosperous career in the past few months, but she can always turn a crisis into a safe place in the past few months. ."

After Song Rao heard it, he felt that it was quite accurate. Isn't it Jiang Yi's peach blossom luck?

Unexpectedly, the monk looked strange and hesitated for a long time after reading his signature.

"This donor, you have to be careful during this time. You may have a life-threatening worry in the second half of the year. In addition, you must not be too persistent in everything, otherwise it will backfire."

Song Rao frowned and snatched the lottery from the monk's hand.

Sign down!

Additional remarks:

Deep love will not last, and wisdom will be hurt.

"Ah..."

Under the terrified expression on the monk's face, Song Rao tore up the lottery in a slow manner.