Wei Qian: “…”

He knew it was this.

The little monk continued: "This is a bad year for the mainstream. The donor may have a bloody disaster in the near future. Amitabha Buddha, my Buddha is merciful. I am a monk who encounters fate. I will do my best to help you resolve it. I will never..."

Wei Qian asked coldly: "You just say how much is it?"

Seeing him like this, the little monk smiled and said, "The talisman of consecration is 50 yuan, which can ward off evil and bring wealth, and protect the health and safety of the family. The price comes back with more functions. Can the donor come with one?"

Wei Qian raised his hand and pointed at him: "You, turn back and walk straight."

The little monk shook his head and sighed, intending to persuade the "donor" who sacrificed his life and refused to give up his wealth. Without saying a word, Wei Qian picked out the phone and dialed the number: "Xiong Yingjun, where are you? Get out to the main hall - yes, I'm in your temple. What kind of kids are you? Are you sensible and ignorant? Is there anyone who specializes in catching acquaintances?"

Upon hearing this, Xiong Yingjun rushed over at lightning. He no longer sold tickets and was a "high monk" and was responsible for chanting scriptures and consecrating tourists every day.

He is as fat as a ball at the moment, and he doesn't know how many rules he has secretly broken.

The monk Xiong Yingjun scolded the ignorant monk Xiaoxin and then invited two acquaintances to his meditation room. He looked at Wei Zhiyuan and seemed to be surprised. In the end, he didn't say anything, but just shook his head vaguely: "It's amazing."

Wei Zhiyuan saw him, but felt very kind: "Brother Xiong, I gave me a lot of advice back then. Thank you, I will come back to fulfill my wish in the future."

The old bear waved his hand, sighed, and said with a sigh: "A thousand-year-old turtle, eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, a thousand-year-old fox has become a spirit. Before he first saw it, he has passed the disaster in a blink of an eye... Alas, sin, good, good."

Wei Zhiyuan smiled without saying anything as if he was practicing Zen with him.

Wei Qian frowned, "Can you two speak human words?"

The old bear looked at him with a terrible look and drove him out of the Buddhist purity: "A foolish man, I have long said that he has disagree with you. Please turn on your 'sanitary napkin' [Note] and go back to your mortal world."

Who knew that day, it was so evil.

Perhaps some humans are really crows who become good and bad.

Wei Qian sat on the passenger seat, looked down at Wei Zhiyuan's camera, and flipped through it. He felt something was wrong: "What did you take? Where are the maple leaves?"

Photos of different angles, large and small, or different angles, or embellish one or two maple trees or a fiery red maple leaves, but they are all taken by people - that is himself.

Wei Qian doesn't like taking photos very much. He thinks it's strange to see him from this perspective.

There was a back with his head down and a close-up of his side face looking up at the mountainside. Wei Qian didn't know when he took photos around him. His level was quite high, and he looked like a photo album.

There is also a close-up of him, he stepped on a stone step with one leg in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the sun shone on his face. He squinted his eyes, held a smile on his lips, staring at a little girl whose feet were off the ground and was jumping on the ground.

The time of the capture was extremely coincidental. The micro-expression that flashed across his face happened to be collected, as if someone was watching through the camera, staring at him with breath and not knowing how long it took to accurately retain such an extremely vivid moment.

"I like this one the most," said Wei Zhiyuan. "I plan to wash one and take it with me, and take it out before going to bed every day."

Wei Qian looked up and looked at him.

Wei Zhiyuan showed another explicit and deep expression and said softly: "Save it for spring dreams."

Wei Qian was speechless. With his unethical and unsmoking mouth, there were ten thousand words that would ensure that the other party could run away with his head in his arms. They all lined up and walked in his heart vigorously. Wei Qian found that it was inappropriate to say anything, so he could only continue to look at Wei Zhiyuan idly.

Wei Zhiyuan smiled: "I'm kidding - brother, please tie the seat belt."

Wei Qian didn't say anything, he tied it. He always checked whether the person on the passenger seat belt was tied. If Wei Zhiyuan hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to tie it.

Later I remembered that this standardized security awareness is really necessary.

Because just as Wei Zhiyuan was driving by an intersection, a car somehow rushed out of the intersection and hit a car head-on in the lane next to them. Coincidentally, the model and color of the car were exactly the same as Wei Qian's.

The car that was hit overturned on the spot and rushed towards them. Wei Zhiyuan suddenly blew the steering wheel, and violent friction and impact sounded. The window glass on their left side was broken, and the scum was shattered everywhere, most of which were blocked by Wei Zhiyuan.

Wei Qian was unscathed. Wei Zhiyuan rolled up a piece of his arm, and the back of his neck was covered with bloodstains of all sizes.

This has really become a bloody disaster.
Chapter completed!