Famous doctor and virtuous woman

Chapter 254 The Little One Is Sick 19
Si Yun is silent and contributes to your sister!
The old monk glanced at Si Yun, and said with a smile: "Lao Na has not yet become a Buddha, so it is true that the sesame oil money is a bit fake, and Lao Na has to fill his stomach every day."

Si Yun: "..."

Wen Wan'er: "..."

Si Yun was a little messy, the honest monk was so weird.

"Is your lottery not working?" Seeing the monk's oily face, fat head and big ears, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, Si Yun's heart kept trembling, he was so wretched!
"Whether it works or not, you'll know when you smoke it." The old monk was still smiling.

Hearing this, Si Yun thought for a while, then he didn't ask what the three bamboo tubes were asking for, picked one out of them, and shook it just like Wen Wan'er did just now.

Ten seconds later, a sign fell off.

Si Yun put down the bamboo tube in his hand, picked up another one, quickly shook out one, then went to shake the other bamboo tube, and waited until the stick on the third bamboo tube fell off, then put all three bamboo tubes back in order on the original position.

Before she picked up the sticks, the old monk waved his hand and held all three sticks in his hand.

He frowned at the first one.

Looking at the second one, he shook his head and sighed.

When looking at the third one, his face became serious.

Although he didn't quite believe this thing, seeing the old monk like this, Si Yun's heart was still up and down, and he seemed a little uneasy.

"The most important thing is that the world can't keep it, Zhu Yan's speech from the mirror, the flower and the tree." The old monk took a deep look at Si Yun, sighed, and said, "Although Lao Na wants to tell you very much, if you come, you will be safe. But girl, this road is not easy."

Si Yun's tense nerves snapped with a 'teng'.

Once the horse comes, let it be at ease, because she thinks there is something in the monk's words.

"Speaking of the old man, this 'Zhu Yan Ci Jing Hua Ci Shu, the world can't keep it' is a poem, right? It sounds nice, but why do you say it?" It was this line of poem that made Si Yun even more furious. It sounds good at first, but when used on her, it feels too unsightly.

This feeling is a bit scary.

"Literally, in short... little girl, no matter what happens, as long as you relax, you will be able to get through it." The old monk looked at Si Yun, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and he closed his eyes tiredly. "No matter how difficult the road is, as long as it is your own choice, just go on without hesitation. I believe that you can walk well."

Odd, Odd!Si Yun only felt that the wind was blowing, and his back kept getting cold.

But Wen Wan'er froze.

Seeing Si Yun's frightened face, he immediately regretted it, and hurriedly dragged Si Yun out and ran away, only stopping after running a long distance.

"Little Yunyun, you... don't worry, sometimes you are very inaccurate about asking for a signature, maybe this time you are not at all accurate." Wen Wan'er stammered to Si Yun, but only to herself If so, I don't feel very reliable.

After all, I have also asked for a lottery several times, and every time it is quite accurate.

"I didn't say I believed it!" I just said that I didn't believe it, but my heart was pounding. You must know that what this old monk said was not a good thing.

"It's fine if you don't believe me." Wen Wan'er wiped off her cold sweat and smiled forcedly.

Si Yun glanced at her, but didn't say anything more.

The few words of the old monk really made her feel like a shock.

(End of this chapter)