Tell the lord, the princess has climbed the wall

Chapter 132 The Big Bad Sign?

Zuo Mu was just listening, and just heard the key point, who would have thought that Hei Wa's anxious cry suddenly came from a distance, interrupting the conversation between the two of them.
"Xiao Shui..., Brother Amu..., where are you?"

Too bad, I was so focused on listening to the corner, I actually forgot about Hei Wa and the others.

Zuo Mu thought about going out to stop him, but Xiao Shui who was beside him had already responded loudly, "Brother Heiwa, we are here, here!"

"No, there are people nearby, shhh, don't talk about it, let's go quickly, if this news gets out, it will cause a big disaster." When the two monks heard that there were people nearby, they turned their heads and walked away with a fright.

"Xiao Shui, so you are here? Did you know that everyone was frightened?"

Hei Wa ran over panting, hugged her belly and was about to scold Xiaoshui, but was interrupted by Zuo Mu, who changed the subject and said, "Don't talk about anything else, it's getting late, don't we have to go to the temple for divination?" ? I’m afraid it’s too late to see the old abbot, right?”

"Don't mention it, we met some pilgrims coming down the mountain just now, and Auntie went to inquire about it. They said that Master Wu Ming has been ill recently, and he hasn't done divination for others for a long time."

"Ah, if the old abbot doesn't help resolve it, what will happen to my master's illness? We can't return halfway." Xiao Shui immediately became impatient again.

"How can I go back halfway, Mrs. An said, since I'm here, I should worship the Buddha and Bodhisattva and pray for safety. Let's go halfway, the two of them are waiting impatiently."

While talking, the three of them left the forest, together with Heiwaniang, Madam An and the others, hurried up the mountain to Tianlong Temple.

When I arrived at the gate of the temple, I met many pilgrims who came here in high spirits and returned in disappointment.

Originally, the old abbot only chose the second day of February when the dragon raised its head for divination every year. All the pilgrims looked forward to this day all year round.

As a result, I rushed to the mountain before dawn, but when I arrived at the place, I was told that the eminent monk was ill and that I would not see any pilgrims this year, leaving only a few ordinary masters there to deal with the matter.

Unavoidably, many people were extremely disappointed, they just burned a few sticks of incense, kowtowed, and left.

So much so that the second day of February this year in Tianlong Temple was quieter than usual.

When Zuo Mu and others arrived at the main hall, there were only a few pilgrims who did not give up. After the lottery was drawn, they were queuing up, waiting for the two masters in their 40s who were sitting in the corner of the hall to simply see if they were good or bad.

Hei Wa and Xiao Shui were young, so naturally they couldn't sit still, and ran to play after entering the temple. Zuo Mu followed Nanny An to worship the gods one by one devoutly, and was about to turn around to find Xiao Shui, but was caught by Nanny An. Mammy stopped.

"Grand... Amu, we finally came here, so we should cast a lottery anyway?"

Seeing the anticipation in Nanny An's eyes, Zuo Mu could only nod kindly.

He took the lottery from Heiwaniang, closed his eyes, and shook it casually a few times.

"Pa..." The sound of the bamboo stick jumping to the ground.

"This... this..., how could this happen?" Before Zuo Mu opened his eyes, he heard a burst of surprise from the side.

Opening her eyes, she saw that Hei Wa Niang was holding a dark purple lotus in her hand, and her expression changed, "This...here, Amuniang, I have worshiped Buddha for so many years, but I have never seen this kind of lottery. This... this sign is probably a big murderer, right? What can we do?"

"Ah..." Seeing everyone's reactions, Nanny An was already terrified, she took the lottery tremblingly and insisted,

"Then... you haven't seen that, so it may not be a bad thing. Maybe this is the lucky lottery. Isn't there a master over there? Let's ask the master to have a look."

"Almsgiver, please stop!" An Momo was stopped by the little monk beside her before she got up with the lottery.

"Little... little master, what can you do?" Being stopped suddenly, Madam An felt even worse.

"Amitabha!" The little novice recited a sentence of Buddha, and solemnly told him, "The benefactor who drew the lottery just now, please go with the little monk. You need to go to another place to untie the lottery."

"Why...why do you want to go elsewhere? Can't I go?" Mother An's face had turned pale, and she asked in a trembling voice.

"It can only be solved by the benefactor himself." The little novice looked at Zuo Mu and said firmly.

"Then little master, can you tell me first whether this lottery is auspicious or unlucky?" Heiwaniang was worried, and asked the little novice.

"Amitabha, the heavenly secret must not be leaked, I'm sorry I have nothing to say," the little novice looked at the crowd with a blank expression, declined, and then made a gesture of invitation to Zuo Mu, "Please, benefactor!"

"No..., if you don't tell me, we won't go." An Momo was completely frightened, and held Zuo Mu tightly.

"Aniang, why should we make things difficult for little master, it's just a lottery, I'll go and have a look." Zuo Mu patted Nanny An's hand to comfort him.

"But, what if..." Mother An was still unwilling to let go.

"Don't scare yourself, it's just a lottery, what can happen, you and auntie just wait here for a while, I'll be back soon." Zuo Mu said and winked at Heiwaniang.

Hei Wa Niang understood, and hurriedly tried to comfort her with trembling voices, "Yes, yes, it is not a problem for us to stop A Mu Niang like this, or let A Mu go and listen, maybe it will be a good luck. Besides, just shake the lottery , Master Wuming is not here today, so it may not be so accurate."

"Okay then, you have to go and come back quickly." After a long while, Nanny An had to let go of her hand reluctantly, and said with red eyes.

"Then let's go, benefactor!"

"En!" Zuo Mu responded in a low voice, followed the little monk, and walked towards the backyard.

To be honest, when this special lottery was drawn, Zuo Mu was not at peace. Just now, in front of Hei Wa Niang and Mother An, she was completely trying to hold her back, barely showing her feet.

To be precise, at this moment, her heart is more regretful, regretting that she shouldn't come to Tianlong Temple blindly to burn incense and worship Buddha.

How could she forget, she has a soul that doesn't belong here!

Zuo Mu even thought pessimistically for a while, if it is true what Hei Wa Niang and the others said, Tianlong Temple is very effective, and the eminent monk has opened his eyes, then if his identity is exposed, will he be burned to death today as a monster? .

But now that the arrow is on the string, it is impossible to escape again. Whether it is bad luck or good luck, this is the only way to go.

I hope that the old abbot is just playing tricks, fooling everyone, trying to make some money, and has no real skills.Zuo Mu prayed silently in his heart while walking.

Finally, after following the little novice novice, he came to a very remote house.

"Benefactor, please come in!" The little novice made a gesture of invitation, and stood motionless at the door.

Zuo Mu was stunned for a moment, but still took a few deep breaths, and lifted the curtain.

(End of this chapter)