However, Zhao Wanxi glanced at the long line and estimated that it would never be less than thirty or fifty people.


    If abbot Wuxiu only solves one signature every day, wouldn''t all these people line up in vain.


    Just then, the temple bell rang, and Lin Qiaoyu lowered her voice: "the auspicious time has come. Abbot Wuxiu is going to choose the person who will sign the signature. I don''t know who the Bodhisattva is looking after today. He can become the person who is destined to be abbot Wuxiu."


    At the same time, Zhao Wanbo''s eyes, which are just like the ancient times, have no expectation.


    The disciples around abbot Wuxiu soon bowed to the Dragon line and saluted: "please come back, benefactor!"


    When the crowd dispersed, the little monk came directly towards Zhao Wanxi. Many people looked at him with admiration. Even Lin Qiaoyu couldn''t believe it.


    Abbot Wuxiu''s destiny is Xi''er!


    "Benefactor, please welcome our Abbot!"


    Zhao Wanxi''s eyebrows were slightly raised, and a trace of confusion flashed at the bottom of her eyes. She stood in the same place and responded faintly: "but I didn''t sign it in my hand."


    "Although there is no sign in the hand, there is one in the heart. What did you ask for in the temple? You know in your heart that our Abbot will not invite the wrong person. "


    The little monk''s attitude was respectful. His words made Zhao Wanxi''s Apricot eyes slightly tight and pursed her vermilion lips.


    On the surface, she accompanied her mother to fulfill her wish, but Zhao Wanxi did make all the wishes in the ninth hall. She only asked her baby to save Leng junao''s life!


    But this desire is hidden in her heart, even Lin Qiaoyu did not tell, also do not want to let the woman worry about her.


    "Xi''er, what did you ask for in front of the Bodhisattva?"


    Lin Qiaoyu''s side eyes looked at his daughter, and her eyes were also suspicious.


    Zhao Wanxi pretended to be indifferent and said with a smile, "mother, please wait for me first. I''ll listen to the Abbot''s advice for the moment."


    Since there are so many people lining up to solve the problem, Zhao Wanxi is lucky enough to be a lucky one. You might as well listen to it.


    Next to the blue stone wall, the little monk put down a PU mat for Zhao Wanxi. She sat opposite abbot Wuxiu.


    "The benefactor''s face is very strange. His face is red. It seems that he has double happiness, but his eyebrows are black. He is very angry."


    The vigorous and mellow voice, like the old abbot''s people, is full of the spirit of being proud of the world.


    Zhao Wanxi''s face was as calm as water. Her eyes were clear and quiet. She said faintly: "the old abbot''s words are only half right, only happy events, no evil spirit..."


    The old abbot grinned and stroked his beard. He was kind-hearted and showed his wisdom. He replied in a low voice: "it''s not like happiness, it''s a blessing, it''s not a disaster. The benefactor has sea anethole flower to protect his body, but his life is carefree..."


    He could see the sea anethole thing, which really impressed Zhao Wanxi.


    She stares at the white bearded old monk in front of her eyes and looks at him again and again, just like the immortal under the mortal world.


    Zhao Wanxi made up her mind, and the look at the bottom of her eyes became serious: "since the abbot can solve the signature, how can I solve the signature in my heart?"


    Abbot Wuxiu stares at her solemnly: "this sign in the benefactor''s heart is the next one. The evil spirit is too heavy. Eventually someone will lose his life for this sign."