Chapter 2016

Under the old locust tree, there is a long willow table, covered with a layer of red cloth.

There was nothing odd about the wooden table, just an inkstone, a brush and a few blank papyrus.

Seeing this scene, Meng ran was stunned and said, "it's strange that Buddhism, like the Esoteric Buddhism, interprets dreams for others and calculates marriage relationship. Isn't all divination by drawing lots from the barrel of divination?"

Although Meng Ran's previous life was the Tairan immortal who pushed the astral universe horizontally, his magic power was overwhelming. However, there were thousands of astrological Daoists. Anyone who reached the summit of the celestial way could step on the top of the celestial way.

Rao is Tairan xianzun, but there are also some aspects that are insufficient.

This divination and deduction is Meng Ran's short board.

Because Meng ran always believed that he was invincible in the world. He was confident that he could smash all the false evils with his fists and deduce a skill. In Meng Ran's eyes, it was just a way of opportunism, which was not worth mentioning.

But even so, because of the intersection with the nine heaven Buddha realm, Meng Ran has more or less some understanding of the esoteric school.

Whether it is on earth or in the celestial realm, Buddhism deduces good or bad luck by drawing lots.

For example, the top sign is good, and the next one is bad.

However, there is no sign on the table for this master of enlightenment. It is the first time for Meng ran to see a Buddhist man who can deduce good or bad luck without drawing lots.

Looking at the master who sat at the table again, Meng ran felt that he had a kind of unspeakable feeling.

Weird?

Enigmatic?

It seems that they are not suitable. Moreover, Meng ran always feels that he has seen him somewhere. He always feels that he has communicated with him.

When these ideas appear in Meng Ran's mind, it is that Meng ran feels baffled.

The old monk, dressed in an old monk's robe and with a ring scar on his head, has no white eyebrows. His face is ordinary, and there is nothing strange about him.

This kind of ordinary public face, Rao is Meng Ran has unforgettable memory, I'm afraid also can't remember his appearance at all.

He was interpreting his dream to an aunt, his lips moving slightly.

Then he bowed his head slightly, folded his palms, and said, "Amitabha."

In the thunderous applause of a crowd of good men and women, the old lady repeatedly thanks with gratitude, and then left with a red face.

Meng Ran's arms folded around the chest, the whole person rest leaning on a stone pillar, very interested in looking to realize.

At this time, an old woman, who was over the age of 70, suddenly fell on her knees in front of Wu, kowtowed and pleaded:

"I beg Master Wu to be merciful and calculate for me whether my poor grandson is alive or dead Wuwuwu... "

The old woman on her knees was crying.

Meng Ran's earlobe moved slightly and said in his heart, "is life or death unknown? Is it missing again? This is the seventh. "

Along the way, Meng ran heard about his children's disappearance six times because of his physical function far beyond ordinary people.

Now with this old woman, there are seven people missing!

This is definitely not human trafficking, or killing and kidnapping!

Meng ran turned his mind and said, "it's just right. Take this opportunity to see where this enlightenment is sacred."

The famous master Wu didn't seem to have any airs. He helped the old woman up and comforted her. Finally, he said to his wife:

"if you want to know whether your grandson is alive or dead, you need to leave a word."