Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

If there is no wooden stick falling down, it can only be shaken once again, and the people behind have nothing to say.

However, just as the young man's hand reached out to the container again, a sudden cry of surprise rang out from behind: "what's that?"

The old lady and others looked back, and found that everyone was staring at the top of the sign, so they also looked up. As a result, when they looked up, they only vaguely saw that there was a golden flash, and then something fell down.

"Pa!"

The boy bowed his head, his hands were still in the air, and his steps dropped a wooden stick.

"This This... " The old lady couldn't speak. Even if they looked up late, they saw that the wooden sign didn't fall out of the container, but fell from the sky!

The monks on one side had never seen such a scene, and for a moment they were still in the same place, not knowing what to do.

On the contrary, the boy returned to his senses first, and without hesitation, he directly lowered his head and picked up the wooden stick on the ground.

"Wind, wait!" The old lady cried out to stop him in a hurry, and wanted to reach out and grab the wooden stick, for fear that it was something bad. If her little grandson was in trouble, it would be bad.

As a result, the outstretched hand had not yet touched the wooden stick, and the sound of rapid footsteps sounded on one side of the Buddha Hall. A young monk who looked not very old ran in. He was running very fast, still panting. His eyes fell on the young man's hands, and then on the young man's face.

Eyes with the meaning of exploration, seems to want to see who got this wooden stick in the end.

When the monk who was guarding the sign box saw the little monk, his eyes changed and he called out with respect: "little martial uncle."

Other pilgrims, including the old lady, have recognized who the little monk is. Isn't that the little monk beside the master? They all know each other.

"Little master, how did you come out? Does the master have any instructions? " Asked the old lady.

Others looked at the little monk and the wooden stick in the young man's hand. They felt that the little monk came for this wooden stick.

Sure enough, the little monk went to the boy and said, "benefactor, my master, please see you."

"What is it?" The old lady was stunned, and then she was happy.

However, some people who had been waiting in line for a long time were dissatisfied. Some people couldn't help saying: "little master, don't you say that only those who have drawn the king can see the master? How can this break the rules? "

"The benefactor did draw the king." The young monk read a Buddha's name with his hands together, and said: "this benefactor has all kinds of merits and virtues. What he draws is not the king who is prepared in our temple, but the king who is appointed by heaven."

As soon as the words came out, everyone was in an uproar. Looking at the young man's eyes, he was envious and strange. The young man didn't feel much about it, so he felt that he had drawn the king. It was also a show of fame. It was comfortable!

The old lady gave him a push. She was even more happy than she had drawn the king's autograph. "Come on, feng'er, go to see the master with this little master. You can't be naughty any more. Do you know?"

"I know, I know." The young man was impatient and wanted to put the wooden stick back into the container. He was stopped by the little monk.

"Benefactor, you'd better take it with you."

The young man looked at the wooden stick in his hand and then looked at the container. He also felt that the king of this stick was different from other wooden sticks in the container, so he did not refute. He took the wooden stick and followed the little monk.