Chapter 798

One street outside the bar is the Qinghe overpass.

There are many stall owners on the side of the overpass, all kinds of medicine sellers, diviners and word testers.

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

With one hand in her pocket, she went straight to the roadside to write about the destined person's stall and asked with a smile, "master, do you want a blind date?"

Behind the stall sat a monk who bowed his head and closed his eyes. He was wearing a simple monk's robe and was thin. He raised his head when he heard the speech.

The monk was unexpectedly young and handsome, and his dark eyes were clear and clean.

Seeing him, it was as if all the dark colors in the world could be washed away.

He didn't dislike the dirty ground. He sat on the ground at will, with a long string of Buddha beads hanging down his left wrist.

Seeing Yan Tao's appearance, he smiled a little and shouted a Buddha's name, "don't tease me, benefactor."

In this world, the so-called eminent monks who become monks also have many fake ones. Looking at the photos makes people feel greasy and false.

However, the young monk's temperament and smile are as pure as a born baby. He is clearly sitting in the world, but he seems to be standing outside the world of mortals and not falling into the world of mortals.

Young master Yan suddenly became interested, sat down opposite him, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "tell me, how do you find someone who is destined?"

The young monk smiled softly. "Benefactor, can you come from the east?"

Yantao thought and pulled the corners of his mouth: "maybe, I don't know the direction."

The handsome young monk obviously took a draw from the corner of his mouth and gently said a Buddhist horn, "can you draw a lot, benefactor?"

"Yes."

She has nothing to do anyway.

Yantao nodded. The young monk took out a signboard from the bottom and handed it to Yantao. "My name is dust-free. It means static scale and dust-free."

"Yan Tao."

As soon as the signboard was taken out, the wooden barrel gave off a delicate aroma of sandalwood.

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

"Please."

Yantao took the signboard and picked the beautiful peach blossom eyes. She always measured words and divination for others.

Few people tell their fortune.

Young master Yan drew lots happily and threw out a long lot.

Wuchen first Yantao took the sign. After he looked at it, he smiled, "it seems that benefactor is the person I'm looking for."

"Come on, show me the signature."

Young master Yan took the sign and looked down.

On the wooden sign, I wrote three words with a brush - fate.

Yan Tao

Nima.

"Do you always write fate in your sign box?"

"Of course not," dustless smiled and raised his hand. "You can take out one to have a look."

Yantao took two.

The first sign - falling flowers deliberately follow the flowing water, and the flowing water ruthlessly loves falling flowers

The second signature - xiaori, wanxiangrong, Heqing, Haiyan, qingnianfeng

She drew two or three more lots, still poetic.

It's like there's only one of the three words "predestined person".

"Benefactor, can you come with me sometime?"

With a slight smile, Wuchen said, "I sat here for three months before I waited until benefactor. Something deposited in my temple needs to be returned to you."

Dustless got up and cleaned up the things on the stall. "Tanga temple is not far from here. You can get there by subway three stations."

As soon as Wuchen sat up, two girls who had stayed on the overpass for some time rushed over, "master, do you want to go home? Shall we send you?"