“Ah, no…” The middle-aged monk was about to speak when he was interrupted.
"Nothing." The host spoke and shook his head slightly at him, indicating that he didn't need to say more.
The middle-aged monk was startled. After looking at the abbot, he looked at the little girl shaking the bamboo sticks. The bamboo sticks made sounds as her hands shook up and down. The crisp sounds echoed in the hall, one after another.
The host also walked forward and stood quietly by the side watching.
After a long time, a bamboo stick fell to the ground and the stick tube also stopped. Yue'er was delighted, and picked up the stick with a smile and curved eyes.
"Young donor, let me interpret the fortune for you!" The host stepped forward with a kind smile on his face, using the word "you" instead of "you".
"Yeah, here you go."
Yue Er handed him the lot, blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at him, and asked expectantly, "Can this tell me when we can go home to see our parents?"
The host smiled and looked at the bamboo stick. The next moment, the smile on his face froze. He saw that it was a stick without a number. He took another half of the bamboo stick and looked at it carefully. There was still no number on both sides. When he was frowning, he saw golden words floating on the bamboo stick, which shocked him.
"Hiss! How... How could this be?"
The middle-aged monk was also startled, and opened his eyes wide in disbelief. Usually, there would only be a number written on the bamboo stick, and then the text would be matched, but there was no number on the bamboo stick, and at this moment, lines of golden words appeared out of thin air.
Even though he had stayed in the Imperial Temple for many years and interpreted fortunes for more than twenty years, he had never encountered such a shocking thing.
They saw it, and Hao'er naturally saw it too. Looking at that scene, Hao'er didn't say anything. He just glanced at it and then looked towards the golden Buddha in the hall, feeling a little surprised.
“A dragon and a phoenix are born from the immortal fetus, but there is no star for life in the heavenly palace. It is difficult to survive after nine deaths. Just let nature take its course and don’t force it.” The host recited these words softly, his hand holding the bamboo stick trembling slightly.
Immortal fetus? No life star
Haoer listened to the host's reading of the fortune, his eyebrows knitted, and his stern face was frosty. He took a step forward, took the bamboo stick from the host's hand, and read it again, pursed his thin lips, and looked at the host and the middle-aged monk.
"It's better not to reveal a single word about what happened today!" He said coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out with Mu Chen and Mu Yue in his hands.
Watching them leave, the middle-aged monk took a deep breath, looked at the host, and wanted to ask something, but found that he couldn't speak at all, as if the words were stuck in his throat and he didn't know how to start.
What happened today was far beyond his imagination. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't even believe that the Buddha had really appeared. But why would it be a little girl like that? And that fortune-telling poem...
"Ah! Master, the bamboo stick was taken away by them!" He realized that the bamboo stick with the appearance of the Lord Buddha was actually taken away by them.
The host took a deep breath, suppressed the churning in his heart, and quickly knelt in the middle of the hall. He put his hands together and whispered, "Amitabha."
Then he stood up and said, "Don't reveal even a little bit about what happened today." He looked at Liao Wu beside him, with a serious and solemn expression, and said, "Remember, don't reveal even a little bit about it."