The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Just out of Bar Street is the Qinghe Overpass.

There are many vendors setting up stalls beside the overpass, including those selling medicines, fortune tellers, and fortune tellers.

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

She put one hand in her pocket and went straight to the stall on the roadside that had a sign on "Destined Person", and asked with a half-smile, "Master, do you want to go on a blind date when you write "Destined Person"?"

Sitting behind the stall was a monk with his head down and his eyes closed. He was wearing a simple monk's robe and was thin. He raised his head when he heard the words.

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

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

He didn't mind that the floor was dirty, so he sat cross-legged on the ground casually, with a long string of Buddhist beads hanging down from his left wrist.

Seeing Yan Tao's appearance, he smiled slightly and called out the Buddha's name, "Donor, don't make fun of me."

In this world, even the so-called eminent monks who have become monks are also fake. One look at the photos makes people feel that they are greasy and fake.

However, this young monk, whose temperament and smile are as pure as a newborn baby, is clearly sitting in this world, but he seems to be standing three thousand years away from the world of mortals, not falling into the world.

Young Master Yan suddenly became interested, sat down opposite him, raised his brows and smiled, "Tell me, how do you find someone who is destined for you?"

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

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

The handsome young monk visibly twitched the corner of his mouth and softly said the Buddha's name, "Then can the donor draw a lot?"

"Can."

She has nothing to do anyway.

Yan Tao nodded, and the young monk took out a lottery tube from underneath, handed it to Yan Tao and said, "My dharma name is Wu Chen, which means Jingde Wuchen."

"Yan Tao."

As soon as the lotus tube was taken out, the wooden tube exuded the elegant fragrance of sandalwood.

The body of the barrel is engraved with ancient seal script scriptures, which has an ancient charm.

"please."

Yan Tao held the lottery tube and looked at it with her beautiful peach blossom eyes. She was always the one who guessed the fortunes of others.

It’s rare for others to tell your fortune.

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

Yan Tao took the lottery one step before Wuchen. After taking a look, he smiled and said, "It seems that the donor is the person I am looking for."

"Come on, come on, show me the signature."

Young Master Yan took the sign and looked over with his head down.

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

Yan Tao...

Damn it.

"Do you have destined people written in your lotus tubes?"

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

Yan Tao took two.

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

The second lottery——Xiao Ri Zhuo Wan Xiang Fusion, He Qing Hai Yan Qing Nian Feng

She randomly drew two or three more lots, and they were still poetry lots.

The word "destined person" really seems to be the only one.

"Donor, can you come with me when you have time?"

Wuchen smiled softly, "I have been sitting here for three months waiting for the donor. The things that someone has stored in my temple need to be returned to you."

Wuchen stood up and packed up the things on the stall, "Tanjia Temple is not far from here. It can be reached by taking the subway in three stops."

As soon as Wuchen sat up, the two girls who had been staying by the overpass for who knows how long ran over, "Master, do you want to go home? Can we see you off?"