Traveling through ancient times to escape famine, the prince led me to rebel

"Okay, let's go into the hall and take a look!"

Luo Xiaoran looked at the confused Sun Qingyuan and Wang Changbo and decided to end the topic, so she suggested going to the main hall.

The main hall houses a golden statue of Sakyamuni.

On the left of the Buddha is Manjushri Bodhisattva riding a blue lion, and on the right is Samantabhadra Bodhisattva riding a white elephant, both of whom have compassionate and majestic images.

The hall is so large that there are ten cushions arranged in a row just for people to use as cushions for worship.

On the altar stands a large rectangular incense burner filled with incense offered by many believers and believers.

On each side of the altar stood a young monk, holding a fortune stick in his hand.

Luo Xiaoran knelt down with everyone else and closed her eyes, memories of her past and present lives coming to her mind.

Although her family was not wealthy in her previous life, they were harmonious and supported each other, and their lives were warm and stable.

Later, when they encountered the end of the world, the family encouraged each other and lived positively.

Until the riot, when her parents died, Luo Xiaoran also sank into hell.

Fortunately, God had mercy on her and gave her a second life.

In this life, she will definitely live a good life, cherish food and vegetables, and watch the clouds roll by with a smile.

I hope that my dead grandparents and parents can live happily in another world, a world without zombies.

Wang Changbo saw Luo Xiaoran's solemn expression when she was worshipping Buddha, and couldn't help but ask:

"Didn't Miss Luo say that worshipping Buddha is the same as worshipping yourself? Then why are you taking it so seriously?"

Luo Xiaoran didn't even open her eyes, and still clasped her hands together facing the compassionate Buddha:

“Although I said that all sentient beings make vows before the Buddha, in the end they still have to rely on their own efforts to realize their wishes.

But isn't there an old saying that goes 'Man proposes, God disposes'?

Hard work alone is not enough for anything, sometimes you also need a bit of luck.

I didn’t believe in Buddha before, but later on, I felt that luck was something that I still had to pray for.”

Otherwise, how could I have traveled through time?

Wang Changbo held the fan to his forehead, with the corners of his mouth raised:

"Pray for luck, this idea is quite fresh. Since Miss Luo wants to pray for luck, why don't we go and ask for a fortune?"

"Okay." Luo Xiaoran nodded.

Wang Changbo ordered Mozhu to call the little monk over, and everyone was still kneeling on the cushions.

The young monk walked towards the crowd with the fortune stick box and handed it to Wang Changbo.

Wang Changbo held the skewer tube with both hands and shook it gently until a bamboo stick fell out.

The five people drew a lot in turn, and then took the lot to the monk at the door to interpret it.

Outside the main hall, there were four monks interpreting divination lots, and three of them had lines of people in front of them.

There was only an old monk with a white beard and shabby clothes in front of him, and the place was very deserted.

Luo Xiaoran didn't like queuing, so she walked directly towards the old monk, but was stopped by Wang Changbo:

"Miss Luo, didn't you see that no one else went to his place?"

"I see. What's the reason?"

Because he's old? Because he doesn't take a shower?

Wang Changbo opened his fan to cover his face and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "He is Master Huineng, the junior brother of Master Huiping, the abbot of Anruo Temple."

"As the abbot's junior brother, shouldn't he also be an accomplished monk?" Luo Xiaoran raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled.

Seeing that Luo Xiaoran was very interested, Wang Changbo lowered his voice:

"In his early years, Master Huineng was also a very famous monk.

But since he returned from his travels more than 20 years ago, he has become weird and often says things that others can't understand.

Others said he was crazy, but thanks to the care of his senior brother Master Huiping, he was able to become a fortune-telling monk in Anruo Temple.

Luo Xiaoran nodded to show that she understood, and then ran towards Huineng.

According to Wang Changbo, this Master Huineng is definitely the image of a hermit monk described in time-travel literature.

Luo Xiaoran handed the bamboo stick in her hand to Master Huineng with hope.

He held the skewer in his left hand and stretched his right hand above his head, stroking his smooth boiled egg. After a while, he spoke in an unfathomable tone:

"Isn't the girl from here?"

Luo Xiaoran appeared calm on the outside, but she was extremely nervous on the inside.

Could it be that he realized that he had traveled through time?

"The girl has two faces."

Luo Xiaoran pinched the corner of her clothes. Did she realize that she was a resurrected ghost?

"Has the girl ever suffered a serious disaster before?"

Luo Xiaoran bit her lip. Does the end of the world count?

Finally, Master Huineng simply put down the bamboo stick, touched Luo Xiaoran's hand, and rubbed it while talking, just like rubbing his own head:

"The girl is so beautiful, it's obvious that she is not the kind that can be grown in the soil and water of our northern border.

Although he has an outstanding appearance, there are many calluses on his hands. He must have suffered a lot in the past.

Although she looks like a vase, she has a strong heart. She is two different people inside and out. She is suitable to be married home and become the mistress of the house, hahaha."

The speaking speed seemed to be at double speed.

Luo Xiaoran looked at his hands, as old as dry tree bark, rubbing them on her own fair hands. She felt annoyed and pulled her hand away, wanting to hit this old pervert.

"Wait, I have something else to say!"

Huineng quickly put on a flattering look, raised his index finger to his lips, and made a gesture of silence.

Finally, he looked around and saw that there was no one else within five steps, so he spoke:

"Come closer, I'm only saying to you, come quickly!"

Luo Xiaoran decided to give him another chance, so she moved closer and saw Master Huineng touching her hand again:

"Is my analysis just now correct? A friend of mine taught me this before, hehehe."

Luo Xiaoran took a deep breath.

Hold on, this is an important Buddhist place.

Be patient and don't hit or cause trouble.

Hold on and don't get angry.

I can't help it!

Luo Xiaoran immediately pulled her hand out, grabbed Huineng by the collar, and lifted him up from the chair.

Wang Changbo rushed over to stop them:

"Miss Luo, don't be impulsive! This is Anruo Temple, named by Emperor Taizu himself. It is an important place for Buddhism. If you cause trouble here, the consequences will be disastrous."

Luo Xingchen, Du Kongqing and Sun Qingyuan also looked at her worriedly. Luo Xiaoran suddenly realized that she had lost her composure, so she let go of the hand that was grabbing Huineng's collar:

"Let's go, this person's interpretation is really not accurate."

Before she took two steps, Luo Xiaoran faintly heard Huineng's voice again:

"With a native body and a soul from another world, how can I live in the mountains and wilderness without any worries?"

Luo Xiaoran was shocked and turned around suddenly, only to see Master Huineng sitting on a chair, playing with Luo Xiaoran's stick in his hand.

Seeing Luo Xiaoran turning around, he showed her his standard eight teeth, although their teeth were a little yellow.

"What happened to Xiao Ran?"

Du Kongqing looked at Luo Xiaoran with concern.

"It's okay, let's go down the mountain."

Luo Xiaoran suppressed the turbulent waves in her heart.