"Why don’t the benefactor donate that fifty dollars?"
Next to ring a childish voice.
Song city turned to see a five or six-year-old novice monk.
Little novice monk dressed in some loose robes and looking dignified and strong, he saw the whole Song Dynasty look at his two fleshy doodle hands, folded them and solemnly bowed to her, and then said, "Donor, I see your heaven is full, lucky strike, you can add some sesame oil money, and I can ask for a sign for you."
It turned out to be a little magic stick.
Song Qingcheng saw that he looks like a jade carving. He couldn’t help but touch his head and squat to tease him. "Then tell me what I want to ask for?"
Little novice monk took a glance with his hands closed. She bowed down to the pilgrims and looked back at the whole Song Dynasty with a smart face. "It must be begging to come here."
"It seems that fifty dollars can’t be donated." Song Qingcheng got up. "I already have a baby and don’t need to ask for it."
The little novice monk looked at her belly and shook his head with a sigh.
Song Qingcheng was amused by his old-fashioned style, put the fifty-dollar bill in the merit box and turned to ask the little novice monk, "Is this the head office?"
"Then ask for a sign." Little novice monk tiptoed from the shrine and handed it to me.
The whole Song Dynasty was in a rare mood to cooperate so well and took over the sign tube, but before she could get to the futon, the little novice monk caught a glimpse of the monk outside the temple and was about to run out after being tasikmalaya for a second. The young monk grabbed the robe and grabbed the collar.
"Stealing food here again …" The young monk lectured the little novice monk a few words and looked up and found a female tourist curious. Look at this awkward place and bowed with one hand. "The little teacher younger brother in the temple is playful and makes the benefactor laugh."
Say that finish carrying little novice monk and went away.
Song city had to look at the sign tube in his hand or kneel and shake out a sign.
Pick it up and it’s a hundred.
Song Qingcheng spent five dollars to buy a check-in sign and saw that it said, "It’s better to be conservative and wait for the time when the Buddha sleeve tells you that an idiot knows something and turns the comatose old man into a coffin."
There is a sign-off booth near the temple where a fat monk sits. Because no one has gone to sign the sign, he is yawning with one hand holding the bar and holding the other hand to drive away flies.
The monk who sells the sign helps to attract business. "It costs twenty dollars to untie a sign now."
"No" Song Qingcheng smiled at him.
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Then put the signature into the small bag and walk back easily.
Just halfway, Yu Tingchuan called and asked her where she was at the moment.
Song Qingcheng looked around and reported his position as "the path behind Ursa Major"
This is also the way back to the temple wing.
"Want to pick you up in the past?" He came through the line.
Song city guessed that it should be to listen to the man’s magnetic solid and steady line and think that he seems to be in a good mood. It seems that the Japanese are progressing smoothly and said, "My horse arrived without coming specially."
People over there, um, are still gentle. "Watch yourself."
Song Qingcheng should end the call.
When she walked into the courtyard, Hengyuan employees had almost packed up and were moving things out. Vice President Liang happened to be going to the parking lot with two bags of bedding. After passing by Song Qingcheng, he erected his thumb and walked out of the moon door with a full face of admiration. He also shook his head and said, "Now the little girl is really amazing!"
Song city back to the wing for the night.
The door was open and she walked to the door. Yu Tingchuan was talking in the main room. The shirt, trousers and bed had been taken away. Even the fan was returned. Except for a luggage case, the whole room seemed a little bit.
Song Qingcheng looked at him and said goodbye to people.
"Are you ready to go?" She asked first.
With that, he took off his knitted coat and circled several times to stuff it into the box.
Yu Tingchuan put his mobile phone back in his trouser pocket and came straight over. The man’s body was gently attached. The attention of Song Qingcheng was also distracted behind him. Those big hands with beautiful outlines had caressed her hips and rubbed her through jeans. He slightly bowed his head and his thin lips and nose were close to her ears. If it seemed casual, it seemed like deliberately "going to the front to worship the bodhisattva?"