After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 116 Master Shui Ling's lottery

  Mao Tao raised his hand: "I want to try it too!"

   Try it and try it, but he got the lottery. The verse is:

   With a fist of heart, the crock can never break away from the well.

  Mao Tao looked unhappy, He Yue smiled and said: "Okay, it's better than my brother at last."

  Mao Tao was anxious and said to himself: "Could it be that I have to eat more pork knuckle 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 the upper lottery.

"In the first year I was sold here, I came here to ask for a lottery twice. The interval was a few months, and they were both the upper lottery, saying that I would be fine in the future." She bit her lip and said, "If it wasn't for this support, I've thrown myself into the lake long ago."

  Ms. Ying saw and heard this, and couldn't bear it any longer. Curiosity finally defeated fear.

  When the lottery she asked for landed, everyone cheered:

   "Sign up!"

   On this sign is written "Flowers clustered in clusters, seeing the purple air in the morning and resting in the clouds at night".

  Mao Tao was so envious: "Mistress, you have flower balls, purple air and auspicious clouds, all of which are good things!"

  Who doesn't love lucky words? Mrs. Ying was so happy that she could not close her mouth from ear to ear: "This is, alas, this sign is not accurate."

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

  The result can be imagined, and the red sign is always with him.

   He Yue saw that his brother's face became more and more ugly, and couldn't help coughing:

   "There should be a lottery releaser in this temple, right?"

  Shuiling Temple used to be full of visitors, and the incense was very strong. It is impossible that there are no lottery resident.

   "Old man Liu who visits the ancestral hall is responsible for unwrapping the lottery." Zhu said, "But he is now in the west of the village. Those gangsters didn't kill him, probably because he cooks well."

   "Then ask this person to come here." 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 make extra trouble."

  He Lingchuan remained silent, and his steps became more determined.

  Others said that he overreacted, but only he knew that the words "doves occupy the magpie's nest" pierced his heart like a nail, piercing the deepest secret in his heart.

  He must figure this out!

  Xianling Village is only a little big, he walked quickly, and soon came to the edge of the boundary line negotiated by the officials and bandits.

   There are two soldiers standing on one side, and two bandits on the other side.

  He Lingchuan said to those two people: "I want to buy someone: old man Liu who guards the Shuiling Temple."

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

   "I have nothing to do, give me the lottery." He Lingchuan took out a big silver and shook it at the two, "It's useless for you to keep a bad old man, why don't you exchange him for silver."

  The silver is worth twelve taels, and it is of good quality.

  A bad old man is really useless, so he can cook well. The two gangsters talked together for a few words, then turned around and said, "We need to pay more."

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

  These two little miscellaneous fish followed the boss to go out to rob houses. Is the money they got enough to eat a meal of wine every time? Very suspicious.

   Sure enough, the two saw that he was going to leave, and they were anxious: "Come back, come back, okay!"

   Sure enough, they didn't ask anyone to discuss it. If you find one more person, you need to share more money.

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

  He Lingchuan simply threw the silver ingot over.

  Unexpectedly, this move was noticed by the surrounding villagers, and a few village women rushed forward, shouting: "Buy us too! Please, Mrs. Guan, please buy us too!"

  Who doesn't know that the east of the village is safe and the west of the village suffers? Seeing old man Liu successfully landed, the other villagers were very anxious.

   Mao Tao grabbed old man Liu and followed behind He Lingchuan.

  Mrs. Ying also squeaked: "Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient..." But He Yue grabbed her arm, and retreated without saying a word.

   It is not time to save lives.

   Soon, the bandit leader was alarmed and rushed over to question him. The two subordinates hesitated and were slapped twice before talking about the matter.

   "Whatever he wants to buy, what will you give?" The leader slapped them twice, "Then if he wants to buy your lives, you will also give it?" Are these two stupid?

  The two of them put on a bitter face and didn't even dare to say anything.

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

  …

  Old man Liu entered the east boundary of the village, thanked everyone a thousand times, and just knelt down and kowtowed.

  The thugs are vicious. Like other villagers, he thought he would not live until dawn.

   It was these living gods who rescued him from the sea of ​​suffering.

   "It's better to thank you with practical actions." He Lingchuan took out the two sticks from his arms and signed the lottery, "Can you help me solve the lottery?"

   "Huh?" Old man Liu was stunned after receiving the red lottery, "Who got this?"

"I."

  Old man Liu looked at him, then at the stick: "Where's the other one?"

  He Lingchuan became more and more upset: "It's still me."

   "How is this possible?" The old man almost opened his mouth into an O, "Can you draw two in a row and place a lottery?"

   "I've drawn more than a dozen times in a row, and it's all these two lots." He Lingchuan pointed to the others, "They are the upper lottery, the upper lottery."

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

  Old people have dim eyesight, and the words on the signature are small.

  Mao Tao brought the torch closer, so close that the sticks almost burned, old man Liu looked at each other and read the contents of the two sticks.

   "Oh, it's these two."

  Mao Tao is a qualified fan: "What's wrong with these two?"

   "These two are newly made, and they were only put in ten days ago."

   No wonder the red paint is so new.

"In our place, if the lottery is drawn, if it is drawn, it must be taken out and placed in another place, and it will not be put back in the bucket, because the catastrophe of each person is different. Master Shui Ling has not allowed mortals to ask for a lottery for a long time. In this lottery bucket The lottery has not been replaced for two years." Old man Liu said while thinking, "But just ten days ago, Master Shui Ling suddenly entrusted me with a dream, saying that I was about to face a catastrophe. I was so frightened that I immediately asked for a solution. Master Shui Ling And said, just make two of these new picks and put them in the bucket, and I'll save my life."

   Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. It seems to be the case, because He Lingchuan wants to release the lottery, so old man Liu is safe.

   "These two lottery papers were 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 one who released the lottery?"

"These two are 'closed lottery', which means they can only be seen but cannot be interpreted." Old man Liu said with a wry smile, "Little old man has a secret, and it doesn't matter if I tell my benefactors to listen to it now. I was able to unravel the lottery in the past because Master Shui Ling gave me a sliver of immortal power; but..."

  (end of this chapter)