"Brother, can we draw lots to ask when we will go home?" Yue'er held her brother's hand on the left and her brother's hand on the right, and asked with her head raised.
"Just shake it later, and then take it to interpret the fortune to see if it's accurate." Hao'er said with a smile, holding her hand and walking slowly.
"Brother, we are immortals, why do we still need to worship Buddha?" Mu Chen asked in confusion. It was obvious that they were cultivators of immortality. His elder brother also said that their parents were very powerful and were the monarchs of heaven and earth. If that was the case, why did they still need to worship Buddha
Haoer looked at the hall in front of him and said, "We don't worship or kneel, we just shake the lots. You must remember that in this world, except for our parents and our elders, no one else is qualified to make us kneel and kowtow."
Hearing this, Mu Chen and Mu Yue nodded and kept it in mind.
"Brother, is it Buddha who is powerful? Or is it the immortals? Why do people here only worship Buddha but not immortals?" Yue'er asked curiously.
Hao'er paused, thought for a moment, and said, "I don't know about this either. When we see our parents in the future, we'll ask them."
"Okay." Yue'er asked with a smile.
The three of them came to the main hall. Maybe it was because it was still early, apart from the three of them, there was only the abbot whom they met yesterday standing in front of the lamp adding oil, and a middle-aged monk standing behind the abbot.
Seeing them come in, the abbot and the monk glanced at them. The middle-aged monk at the back saw the three of them for the first time and felt that the three children were born with the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, extremely outstanding. However, the next moment, the actions of the three children stunned him.
After the three people came in, they just bowed to the golden Buddha on the main hall. Then, the little girl walked to the front, picked up a lottery stick, drew out a stick and looked at it, and asked in confusion: "Brother, how do I shake this? There are only numbers on it, nothing else. Does it mean that if I draw a stick like this, it will be the winner?"
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk shook his head secretly, walked over and asked, "Whose family are you from? Why didn't you come with an adult?" He came to the three children and said, "How can you be so polite when meeting the Buddha? You have to kneel down and make a wish with all your heart, so that the Buddha can hear your voice."
Hearing this, Yue Er blinked and asked curiously, "Can he hear us talking?"
If an adult spoke like this, the middle-aged monk would probably get angry, but seeing that it was a little girl of three or four years old, blinking a pair of innocent and clear eyes and looking at him curiously, he carefully explained: "My Buddha is everywhere, so of course he can hear it."
Yue Er was stunned for a moment and asked, "Then how do I draw the lot? If I ask how to get home, will he tell me?"
"Hehe, to draw the fortune sticks, you have to kneel down, put your hands together, make a wish in your heart, kowtow three times, then pick up the bamboo stick and turn it three times, hold it with both hands and gently shake it up and down until one of the fortune sticks falls to the ground." The middle-aged monk said with a smile, and seeing that the little girl was cute, well-behaved and innocent, he taught her carefully.
"Yes, Yue'er knows how to do it."
She smiled sweetly, nodded, took the lottery box from the middle-aged monk, walked forward, put the lottery box on the ground, put her hands together and made a wish in her heart, then picked up the lottery box and shook it as he had just taught her.