After the immortal disappeared

Maotao raised her hand: "I want to try it too!"

Just give it a try, and he won the lottery. The verse is:

With this heart, the earthen jar will never break without leaving the edge of the well.

Mao Tao looked unhappy, He Yue smiled and said: "Okay, finally he is better than my brother."

Maotao was worried and said to herself: "Do I need to eat more pork trotter noodles recently to get rid of bad luck?"

It was Zhu's turn to hold the bucket and shake it a few times.

What she got was also a winning lottery.

"The first year I was sold here, I came here to ask for the lottery twice. A few months apart, I won the lottery twice, saying that I would be fine in the future." She bit her lip and said, "If I didn't have this support, I would have won the lottery. I would have drowned myself in the lake a long time ago."

When Mrs. Ying saw and heard this, she couldn't bear it anymore. Her curiosity finally defeated her fear.

When the sign she asked for fell to the ground, everyone gasped:

"Sign it!"

What is written on this sign is "A cluster of flowers, see the purple clouds at night".

Mao Tao was so envious: "Mother, you have flowers, purple air, and auspicious clouds. They are all good things!"

Who doesn't like auspicious words? Mrs. Ying was so happy that she couldn't make it accurately.

He Lingchuan silently took the bucket and shook it a few more times.

As you can imagine, the red sign followed him everywhere.

He Yue saw that his brother's face was getting uglier and he couldn't help coughing:

"There should be a sign interpreter in this temple, right?"

Shuiling Temple used to have so many visitors and so many incense that it was impossible not to have a sign interpreter permanently stationed there.

"Old Liu, the custodian of the temple, is responsible for interpreting the signatures," said Zhu, "But he is now in the west of the village. Those gangsters didn't kill him, probably because he was a good cook."

"Then bring this person over." He Lingchuan put away the sign, turned around and walked towards the west of the village.

"Chuan'er, are you going to deal with those evil spirits?" Mrs. Ying was a little worried, "At this time, it's not good to cause trouble."

He Lingchuan remained silent and his steps became firmer.

Others said he overreacted, but only he knew that the four words "dove occupying the magpie's nest" pierced his heart like nails, piercing the deepest secret in his heart.

He must figure this out!

Xianling Village was only a big place. He walked quickly and soon reached the boundary agreed upon by the officials and bandits.

There are two soldiers standing here and two gangsters standing at the other end.

He Lingchuan said to the two people: "I want to buy someone: Old Man Liu who guards Shuiling Temple."

The gangster yelled: "What do you want him to do?"

"I have nothing to do, please sign it for me." He Lingchuan took out a large silver ingot and waved it towards the two of them, "It's useless for you to keep a bad old man, why not exchange him for silver."

There were twelve taels of silver in them, and they were of high quality.

A bad old man is really useless, except for cooking. The two gangsters gathered together to discuss a few words, then turned around and said, "We need more money."

He Lingchuan sneered, turned around and left. How dare you show off such low-level tricks in front of him?

These two little miscellaneous fish follow the leader out to rob houses. Is the money they get each time enough to have a drink? Deeply doubtful.

Sure enough, the two people saw that he was leaving and became anxious: "Come back, come back, okay!"

As expected, they didn't find anyone to discuss it with. If you find one more person, you will have to pay more money.

After a while, two gangsters came over with an old man with half-white hair and beard, and pushed him over the boundary: "Here, give me the money."

He Lingchuan simply threw the silver ingot over.

Unexpectedly, this move was seen by the surrounding villagers, and several villagers and village women rushed up to them, shouting: "Buy us too! Lord and lady, please do a good job and buy us too!"

Who doesn’t know that the east of the village is safe but the west of the village suffers? Seeing that Old Man Liu successfully landed ashore, other villagers were anxious.

Mao Tao grabbed Old Man Liu and followed He Lingchuan.

Mrs. Ying also said: "Everyone, please be patient..." But He Yue grabbed her arm and moved back without saying a word.

It’s not time to save people yet.

Soon, the bandit leader was alerted and rushed over to question him. The two men hesitated and were slapped twice before finally telling the story.

"You will give him whatever he wants to buy?" The leader slapped them twice. "Then what if he wants to buy your life, will you give it to him?" Are these two idiots?

The two of them even said they didn't dare with grimaces.

The leader angrily stretched out his hand: "Where's the money?"

…

That day, Old Man Liu entered the east boundary of the village and thanked everyone so much that he just knelt down and kowtowed.

The bandit was so vicious that he, like other villagers, thought he would not live until dawn.

It was these living gods who saved him from suffering.

"Why don't you express your gratitude with practical actions?" He Lingchuan took out the two sticks from his arms and signed them, "Can you help me unwrap them?"

"Ah?" Old Man Liu was stunned when he took the red lottery, "Who drew this?"

"I."

Old Man Liu looked at him and then at the lot: "Where's the other one?"

He Lingchuan became increasingly unhappy: "It's still me."

"How is this possible?" The old man's mouth almost opened like an O, "Can you draw two in succession and sign the lot?"

"I have drawn more than ten times in a row, and these are the two lottery numbers." He Lingchuan pointed at the others, "They just won the top lottery, and they won the top lottery."

Old man Liu had never heard of such a thing, so he stayed there for a while before lighting up.

People's eyesight is blurry as they get older, and the words they sign are small.

Mao Tao brought the torch closer, so close that he almost burned the sticks, and then Old Man Liu looked at him and read out the contents of the two sticks.

"Oh, it's these two."

Maotao is a qualified compliment: "What's wrong with these two?"

"These two are newly made and put in just ten days ago."

No wonder the red paint is so new.

"In our place, if the lot is drawn, if one is drawn, it must be taken out and placed in another place, and will not be put back into the bucket, because everyone's disaster is different. Lord Shui Ling has not allowed mortals to ask for the lot for a long time. The lot in the bucket I haven’t had my lottery ticket replenished or replaced in two years." Old Man Liu thought about it and said, "But just ten days ago, Master Shuiling suddenly gave me a dream and said that I was about to be in disaster. I was scared to death and asked for a solution. Master Shuiling He also said that as long as I make two new lots like this and put them in the bucket, I can turn bad luck into good luck."

Everyone looked at each other. It seems that this is indeed the case, because He Lingchuan wants to undo the signature, so Old Liu is safe.

"Are these two lottery tickets specially prepared for me?" He Lingchuan's eyes were full of doubts. Could this be a trap? "Then explain it to me."

"I can't figure it out."

"What?" He Lingchuan was very dissatisfied, "My money was wasted? Aren't you the person who signed the contract?"

"These two are 'closed-mouthed', which means they can only be read but not interpreted." Old Man Liu said with a bitter smile, "Young man has a secret. Now it's okay to tell my benefactors. In the past, I could interpret the lots because Master Shui Ling gave me a bit of immortal power; but..."