Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 155
Outside the temple gate.

A middle-aged monk in a monk's robe bowed to the crowd.

"Meet the master!"

Wu Yong stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to the monk.

Seeing this, Fat Miao'er and the others followed his example and walked forward to salute.

"Amitabha, I wonder why all the benefactors are here?" asked the middle-aged monk.

"Worshiping Buddha, praying, asking for a lottery." Wu Yong replied.

"I don't know what to call Master?" Chun Niang asked beside him.

"Amitabha, the Dharma name is clear."

"The trouble is, master took us to buy some incense candles." Chun Niang continued.

"Amitabha, all donors, please follow me."

Liao Ran gave a deep salute, turned around and led the way.

Wu Yong, Chunniang, Li Xiaodao and others followed behind, and entered the temple through the left and right doors according to the rules taught by Fangzhu.

Fat Miao'er walked at the end, looking at the temple gate curiously, and saw a gilded plaque hanging on the temple gate, with the three characters "Famen Temple" written on it, and two mighty stone lions on both sides.

Stepping into the gate of the temple, a small courtyard appeared in front of everyone. The two linden trees in the courtyard were extremely huge. Although it was deep winter, they were still so tall and straight, with snow-white trees hanging on them.

In the middle of the courtyard is a huge incense burner, and some people are burning incense.

It may be because of the winter, there are not many people offering incense, but the incense in the furnace is very prosperous, and the cigarette smoke floats into the air. Right in front of the incense burner is a Daxiong Palace.

Under the leadership of Qingran, everyone came to the merit box.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, thank you for your help." Liao Ran clasped his hands together and nodded slightly.

Wu Yong understood, quickly took out his purse, took out two hundred coins and put them in the merit box.

Fang Zhu at the back also took out his purse, and put fifty Wen into it.

Followed by Fat Miao'er, Liu Ye'er, Li Xiaodao, Compass, and Wei Shu.

They followed suit and took out copper coins and put them in the merit box.

Among them, Fat Miao'er and Liu Ye'er gave ten coins, and the remaining three gave five coins.

Two young novice monks came out with a tray of sandalwood, and each gave a few sticks, as well as a lit candle.

Wu Yong walked in the front, holding the incense in his left hand and the candle in his right. After lighting the incense, he handed it to the little novice monk beside him, holding the incense with his left hand above and his right below, and raised it above his head as a bow.

After bowing, Wu Yong inserted the first incense stick in the middle, and said silently in his heart: make offerings to the Buddha, and be conscious but not lost.

The second stick of incense is inserted on the right, and I meditate in my heart: The method of making offerings is right but not evil.

The third stick of incense is inserted on the left, and I recite silently in my heart: make offerings to monks, clean and not stained.

After burning incense, Wu Yong faced the Buddha statue, stood upright and put his palms together, respectfully saluted the Buddha, and then stepped aside to wait for the crowd.

Chun Niang, Fang Zhu, Li Xiaodao and others stepped forward in order to offer incense and respect to the Buddha.

After offering incense, everyone entered the Daxiong Hall under the leadership of Master Qingran.

What is enshrined in the hall is a "Tathagata Buddha" wearing a black bead on his head and stretching his fingers. There are eighteen arhats and Guanyin Bodhisattva beside him.

Everyone knelt on the futon with their knees together, clasped their hands together, raised them above their heads, bowed down from top to bottom, and then spread their palms, palms upward, and bowed their upper bodies.

After the kneeling was over, everyone stood up one after another, Li Xiaodao, Wei Shu, and Wu Yong retreated outside the hall, while Liu Ye'er, Luo Pan, Chun Niang, and Fang Zhu stayed in the hall.

This was agreed upon when they came here, and they asked for a lottery after worshiping Buddha.

Several people knelt down again, took the stick from the hands of the little novice monk, silently recited what they asked for, and shook it lightly.

"Bah!"

The spirit lotus of the compass fell first, and it read: Song Taizu ascended the throne and got the lottery
Luo Pan was overjoyed, quickly picked up the spiritual stick, walked to the side hall and asked Master Qingran to release the lottery.

"Master Mingran, what is the solution to this sign?"

Compass handed the spiritual lottery to Master Qingran.

Liao Ran took it, glanced at it, and asked: "What is the benefactor asking for?"

Compass smiled and rubbed his hands together: "For business, for money."

Master Qiaoran looked at the compass, and said, "Chunyue wants to succeed in business, and Xiayue will make a lot of money. In autumn and winter, I will be more courageous in my business."

"It's a bit of a trek at the beginning of Zhengcai, so it's advisable to have the courage to go forward and turn back in three, five, and August to get a lot of money. If you are partial to wealth, you must be bold and cautious, and you will get it if you hold your tongue!"

"Master, what is the meaning of this?"

Compass was confused and asked in a hurry.

"Amitabha, this signing is very auspicious. As long as the donor remembers to be cautious in doing business, consider the overall situation, don't act too hastily, and don't talk too much. Misfortune will come out of your mouth, and you will be able to make money and business prosperity."

After listening to Master Mingran's explanation, Compass beamed with joy, and said with a smile: "Master Xie said auspiciously, I will get rich someday, so I will definitely come to add more sesame oil money."

"Amitabha! Good! Good!" Master Qingran replied.

Thanks again, the compass exited the side hall happily.

The second one came was Fang Zhu, and the spiritual lottery she drew was Meng Rihong looking for her husband, and she won the lottery.

"What is the benefactor asking for?" Master Qingran asked again.

"Seeking marriage." Fang Zhu replied.

"If there is a destiny, the creation will arrange itself. Don't sigh if there is no destiny. Things are not in harmony. At this moment, the tune of the zither is good, and don't teach the night to leak and empty harmony."

"Marriage can be achieved, but we should talk about it as soon as possible, lest there will be changes in the future, and we may miss the chance if we stay in an empty house."

Before Fang Zhu could ask, Master Liaoran gave an explanation directly.

After listening, Fang Zhu nodded secretly, made up her mind, thanked the master and left the side hall.

"Master, what I want is a house."

Liu Yeer timidly handed the spiritual lottery to Qingran.

Liao Ran took the spiritual lottery and said, "Shoot an arrow into a red heart, and everyone will say it well; as the day grows and the rooster sings noon, real fire makes real gold."

"Don't worry, benefactor, your family will be prosperous, prosperous, rich and prosperous, and your home will be safe."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Liu Ye'er nodded repeatedly, overjoyed in her heart, she didn't take money very seriously, but a warm home was what she yearned for most.

The last one to come was Chun Niang. She lowered her head and frowned tightly, because what she asked for was to sign a lottery.

"The hardships and hardships are so high, the pain and sorrow are self-knowledge, the mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers."

Master Liaoran uttered a seven-character poem.

"Master, I, I beg for a son, is there any hope?"

With a mournful voice, Chun Niang spoke out her thoughts.

"Don't worry, benefactor. Although things are difficult, you don't necessarily have to do it. God has the virtue of being good at life, and there will always be a glimmer of life."

After saying a word, Master Qingran left the side hall and walked out.

Chunniang's dim eyes lit up again, she clenched her fists, secretly cheering herself up, no matter how hard or difficult it was, she would never give up.

"Let's go, go shopping in the county and buy some new year's goods."

After leaving the side hall, Wu Yong shook Chun Niang's hand comfortingly, led a few people out of the temple, and descended the steps.

"Several benefactors, please wait a moment." Just as they walked halfway, a voice suddenly came from behind.

(End of this chapter)