Transcendence in the comic world

"No! Gu Jiuci, there are still many things waiting for you to do next!"

Gu Jiuci reached out and slapped his face several times, trying to wake himself up.

At this time, her cell phone suddenly rang. It was Ji Weiran's call.

"Aci, where are you? We agreed to go to Dajue Temple today to fulfill our vows. Everyone is waiting for you!"

Gu Jiuci suddenly remembered the agreement she made with Ji Weiran, saying that she would go to Dajue Temple to fulfill her vow after the college entrance examination, and hurriedly walked out.

"Don't worry, I'll be there soon. I won't delay your vegetarian meal at Dajue Temple!"

"Who...who said I'm going to be a vegetarian!"

Ji Weiran's furious voice immediately came over the phone, but Gu Jiuci pretended not to hear it, hung up the phone, hailed a taxi and went straight to Dajue Temple.

When they arrived at the gate of Dajue Temple, Gu Jiuci didn't expect to catch up with pilgrims worshiping today. There were crowds of people everywhere. If they followed the path they took before, they probably wouldn't be able to walk up there for half an hour.

Gu Jiuci glanced at the path next to him, turned around, and decided to go around it from behind.

Five minutes later, Gu Jiuci got lost without any surprise. She originally thought that Dajue Temple was not big and should be easy to find, but there were many winding paths and small roads, and each road was similar. She was suddenly confused. .

"Forget it, let's find a monk to apologize first, and then ask him to lead the way."

Gu Jiuci looked around and saw the Zen room with the door half open, so he subconsciously walked forward and knocked lightly on the door.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

"Benefactor, please come in."

An old but kind voice immediately came from the meditation room. This voice made people feel calm immediately, and they couldn't help but do as he said.

"Sorry to interrupt."

Gu Jiuci apologized and then stepped in carefully.

The room was filled with fragrance. An old monk wearing cassocks was sitting on a futon. He was holding a rosary and chanting scriptures with his eyes closed. On the small table, there were a wooden fish, a sign tube and a scroll of scriptures. Elegant and quiet.

"Hello, Master, I mistakenly entered this place and got lost. Can you help me find my way out?"

Gu Jiuci politely clasped his hands together and explained his request.

"Since the donor came in by mistake, it's fate. Why don't you let me do the math for you?"

The old monk slowly opened his eyes and said with a kind expression.

Gu Jiuci was startled and subconsciously refused. Was there any intention to take the initiative to tell her fortune?

"Since it's fate, there's no need for money."

The old monk then said something faintly, which made Gu Jiuci feel a little embarrassed. It seemed that she was cautious in judging a gentleman's belly.

She suddenly remembered that Ji Weiran blew the eminent monks of Dajue Temple to the sky before. Today she just wanted to verify whether these monks were true gods.

Gu Jiuci simply sat down cross-legged and answered openly.

"Then I'll just forget it and trouble you, Master."

"You're welcome, please ask the donor for a lottery."

The old monk pushed the lottery tube in front of Gu Jiuci and motioned for her to cast the lottery herself.

Gu Jiuci picked up the skewer and shook it casually. Unexpectedly, a wooden skewer marked with red paint fell to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The clear sound suddenly broke the silence in the room. Gu Jiuci felt uneasy in his heart and frowned slightly.

Before Gu Jiuci could react, the old monk had already picked up the wooden stick on the ground.

"Master, what did I write on my signature?"

"you......"

The old monk's expression suddenly changed, and then he stared at Gu Jiuci meaningfully.

His eyes were calm but powerful, as if he wanted to see through her appearance to see her inner essence.