The street from the bar is Qinghe Overpass.

There are many stall owners on the edge of the overpass, including all kinds of medicine, fortune-telling, and word-making.

Yan Tao glanced around the right side of the overpass and raised his eyebrows with interest.

She put her pockets in one hand, headed straight to the street where the destined person wrote the stall, and asked with a smile, "Master, do you want to go on a blind date when you write about a destined person?"

A monk sitting behind the stall, lowered his head and closed his eyes to rest. He was wearing a simple monk's robe and was thin. He raised his head when he heard this.

The monk was unexpectedly young and handsome, with clear and clean eyes.

When I saw him, it seemed as if all the dark colors in the world could be cleansed.

He didn't dislike the dirty ground, and sat cross-legged on the ground casually, with a string of long Buddhist beads hanging down on his left wrist.

Seeing Yan Tao’s appearance, he smiled slightly and shouted the Buddha’s name, “Don’t joke with me by donor.”

In this world, there are many so-called monks who have become monks. When they look at the photos, they make people feel greasy and false.

However, this young monk had pure temperament and smiles like a born baby. He clearly sat in this world, but seemed to stand outside the three thousand worlds and not fall into the world.

Young Master Yan suddenly became interested, sat down opposite him, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Tell me, how do you find someone you are destined to be?"

The young monk smiled lightly and softly, "Donor, can you come from the east?"

Yan Tao thought about it and pulled the corner of his mouth: "Maybe, I am crazy about the road and don't know the direction."

The handsome young monk obviously twitched the corners of his mouth and said softly, "Can the donor draw a lottery?"

"Can."

Anyway, she has nothing to do.

Yan Tao nodded, and the young monk took out a sign from underneath and handed it to Yan Tao, "My Dharma name is Wuchen, and I want to take the quiet dirt and dust without dust."

"Yan Tao."

As soon as the sign was taken out, the wooden barrel exuded an elegant sandalwood fragrance.

The scriptures with ancient seal characters carved on the tube are quite ancient.

"Please."

Yan Tao held the signboard and picked up her beautiful peach blossom eyes. She always made fortune-telling for others.

There are few times when others tell fortunes to themselves.

Young Master Yan happily drew lots and threw out a long lottery.

Wu Chen took the sign first, and after he glanced at it, he smiled, "It seems that the donor is the one I am looking for."

"Come on, show me the signature."

Young Master Yan took the sign and looked over.

On the wooden stick, three words were written with a brush - a destined person.

Yan Tao...

Damn it.

"Does your sign say destined persons?"

"Of course not," Wu Chen smiled and raised his hand, "You can just pull out one and take a look."

Yan Tao took two.

The first sign - the fallen flowers are intentionally followed by the flowing water, and the flowing water is mercilessly loving the fallen flowers

The second sign - the sun is bright and the light is bright and everything is harmonious, the river is clear and the sea is peaceful and the year is prosperous

She drew two or three lottery tickets, but it was still a poem ticket.

The three words "destined to be a person," it seems that there is only one such thing.

"Will the donor come with me if he has time?"

Wu Chen smiled softly, "I sat here for three months before waiting for the donor. Someone needs to return the things that were placed in my temple to you."

Wuchen got up and packed up the things on the street stall. "Tanjia Temple is not far from here, you can get there by taking the subway station three times."

As soon as Wu Chen sat up, the two girls who had been staying by the overpass for a long time ran over, "Master, are you going home? Can we send you there?"
Chapter completed!