flashy wedding

Chapter 869
It's a pity that Zhou Xiaoxiao didn't see it.

The next day, after breakfast, Di Yao took Zhou Xiaoxiao out to a nearby famous temple.

Because of the cold weather, there are few tourists, and the temple looks deserted. You can still hear crisp sounds when you step on the bluestone slabs.

Zhou Xiaoxiao kept taking pictures with her mobile phone. She was always interested in these ancient buildings that have been infused with sesame oil all the year round.

When we arrived at the main hall, there was no one there except the monks who were chanting sutras.

Zhou Xiaoxiao put the phone back in her pocket, knelt down on the yellow tufted cattail piously, and prayed earnestly.

But Di Yao didn't go in, he just stood at the entrance of the main hall, his dark and deep eyes followed Zhou Xiaoxiao's figure silently, seeing her kneeling there, his whole body seemed to be a small lump.

Look thinner!

Inexplicably, the man's heart started to flare up again.

Why is this woman refusing to listen to her? Usually, asking her to eat more and eat more, is it all on deaf ears?

"donor!"

Suddenly, a kind voice resounded throughout the hall.

Zhou Xiaoxiao raised her head, looked around, and finally found an old monk sitting in the corner of the main hall, and there was a table next to it, so far away that she couldn't see what was on it.

"Are you calling me?"

Zhou Xiaoxiao pointed at herself and looked at him suspiciously.

The old monk nodded and smiled kindly: "The benefactor, please come here!"

"Oh!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao quickly got up from the tuanpu and walked over carefully.

"Benefactor, please sit down!"

The old monk made a 'please' gesture.

"Hey!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao sat down.

Only then did she see clearly that the table was filled with pen, ink and red paper.

"This is you?"

She was puzzled.

The old monk smiled and said: "Since meeting the benefactor here is also a kind of fate, can you report the horoscope of your birthday and let the poor monk calculate it for you?"

Yes, I met a fortune teller!

Zhou Xiaoxiao frowned and hesitated a little.

To be honest, she doesn't believe in fortune-telling at all, and usually looking at the horoscope online is just a pastime.

"The donor has concerns?"

Seeing her hesitation, the old monk opened his mouth again, with an inscrutable smile: "The poor monk knows what the benefactor is thinking, but if you believe it, you have it, and if you don't believe it, you don't. If this is the case, why is it not considered a trigram?"

Zhou Xiaoxiao struggled for a while, then subconsciously turned her head to look at Di Yao.

The man also saw it and was walking towards it.

"what happened?"

"Fortune teller." Zhou Xiaoxiao replied.

Before he finished speaking, Di Yao had already walked to her side and put a hand on her shoulder.

The old monk nodded, turned his eyes on the two of them, and suddenly said: "You two can report your birthday together!"

Two people report together?

What kind of?
Is it marriage?

To be honest, Zhou Xiaoxiao really didn't want to, believe it or not, she didn't count this.

"No need!"

Di Yao was not interested at all, pulling Zhou Xiaoxiao to leave.

The old monk stood up, bowed to them, and said: "There is a marriage tree in the backyard. If you two are destined, you can go there and ask for a lottery!"

After leaving the main hall, Zhou Xiaoxiao was quite embarrassed.

"Where are we going now?"

She tentatively asked the man next to her.

Di Yao glanced at her, very indifferently: "As you like!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao thought for a while, and then said: "How about continuing to go forward according to the plan?"

Their original plan was to enter through the front door and exit through the back door, just to walk around the entire temple.

"it is good!"

Di Yao had no objection, he pulled Zhou Xiaoxiao to move forward.

Not surprisingly, when they walked into the backyard, they also saw the so-called marriage tree, which was covered with many red cloth strips, which should be the blessings of countless people who are destined.

An old woman was standing under a tree, and when she saw the two of them, she waved quickly: "You two are destined, please come here!"

"She's calling us!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao looked at Di Yao.

The man looked deserted and did not speak.

Zhou Xiaoxiao thought of what the old monk said before, and she couldn't help asking carefully: "How about we go to draw lots?"

"it is good!"

This time, Di Yao readily agreed.

Zhou Xiaoxiao was surprised.

Then, the two walked over.

The old woman smiled kindly, and she asked, "Do you two want to make a wish, or draw lots?"

Zhou Xiaoxiao first turned her head to look at Di Yao, and seeing that he didn't intend to speak, she said, "Let's draw lots!"

"Okay okay."

The old woman nodded and led them to the stone table next to it, which was covered with red cloth, and there were many bamboo sticks in a bamboo tube.

"This is a marriage lottery!"

The old lady introduced: "If you two are destined, you can draw this lottery!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao pouted secretly.

She and Di Yao are not predestined.

"Would you like to smoke?"

The old woman stepped aside.

It was impossible for Di Yao to draw, so Zhou Xiaoxiao had no choice but to step forward, stretched out her hand towards the bamboo tube, and took out a bamboo stick from inside without hesitation.

She turned the bamboo stick over, looked at the small characters on it, and read out without thinking: "Luohua people are independent, and micro swifts fly together."

After a pause, she looked at the old woman next to her in surprise, and said, "This is... winning the lottery? What do you mean?"

The old woman pondered slightly.

She was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the man next to her suddenly turned around and left.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaoxiao became anxious immediately.

"gentlemen!"

She yelled and tried to chase after her.

The old woman quickly grabbed her and said anxiously: "Benefactor, you haven't paid for the incense burner yet!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao was so anxious that she took out a banknote from her pocket and dropped it, and hurriedly chased after her.

Di Yao's face was ashen, and his whole body was full of anger.

Zhou Xiaoxiao was at a loss, and followed him cautiously, not understanding why this man was angry?
The secretary and others were already waiting at the back door. When they saw them coming out, they rushed up to meet them and said, "Sir, I just called from home, yes, yes..."

He didn't go on.

Di Yao's sharp eyes flashed over, already displeased.

"What did you say!"

The secretary gritted his teeth and said: "The old man is seriously ill, I'm afraid he will die, and I urgently call you back!"

Di Yao frowned.

On the way back to Beijing, the carriage was surprisingly quiet.

Di Yao took a nap with his eyes closed, since he sat in, he hasn't said much.

(End of this chapter)