Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

A smile appeared on the old monk's face, and he waved: "Wangchen, it happens that you are here, so let's untie the lottery for this benefactor."

The old monk's eyes looked at Feng Qian.

The eyes of the little monk named Wang Chen followed the old monk's gaze and fell on Feng Qian.

When his eyes touched the girl, he lowered his eyes slightly.

"Amitabha."

He took a light step forward, and when he saw the bamboo tube lying on the ground, the little monk bent down slowly, holding the tube with his snow-white fingertips.

Just when the little monk picked up the bamboo tube, a bamboo stick fell from it.

One side of the signature is attached to the ground, and the signature written on it cannot be seen.

Wang Chen was stunned, then bent down to pick up the bamboo stick.

He lowered his head and turned the bamboo stick. When he saw the signature on it, the little monk couldn't help being stunned.

He paused, silently lowered his eyes and put the bamboo stick back into the bamboo tube.

The old monk was unwrapping the lottery for the seventh princess, and the fifth princess also leaned over to listen curiously, but no one noticed the little episode that happened here.

Of course, except for the shallow wind.

As early as when the other party approached, Feng Qian felt a familiar atmosphere.

His Majesty's Fragment.

Is the fragment this time actually a little monk?

Feng Qian looked at the little monk who seemed to be in a daze, and asked, "Little Master, is there anything wrong?"

Hearing the sound, Wang Chen raised his eyes.

Her clear eyes reflected the alluring appearance of a young girl.

Suddenly recalling the signature he had just seen, Wangchen lowered his eyelashes, his calm and peaceful heart fluctuated a bit, and his whole body felt a little uncomfortable.

Calming down his emotions, he lowered his eyes and said softly, "Amitabha. No problem, benefactor, I will untie the lottery for you."

The sound of Amitabha seems to have calmed the little monk's fluctuating heart a bit.

The chest was filled with the tranquility before.

Feng Qian handed over the bamboo stick, "Thank you, little master."

The girl pinched one side of the bamboo stick with her fingers, Wang Chen looked at it, bowed her head silently, pinched the other end with her white fingertips, and took the bamboo stick.

He lowered his eyes and turned the bamboo stick over, revealing the signature on the back.

——Thousands of wisps of willow color, Yi Ren looks back.

Wangchen explained according to the signed text: "Sponsor, this is the top lottery. The place where the benefactor and the person who is destined to meet must be a place where the willow trees are shaded and the willow leaves are green."

After finishing speaking, Wangchen realized something again, and lowered his eyelashes in a little panic.

As if to cover up the panic in his heart, he lowered his head and stuffed the bamboo stick into the bamboo tube, not looking at the girl opposite.

Hearing Fragments Jie's signature, Feng Qian couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

The first time she saw the shard, the man was weeping willows by the lake.

Slowly raising his eyes, he caught a glimpse and saw willows like green mist behind him.

Feng Qian thought silently, the marriage lottery from Jingyuan Temple is really accurate.

"Little master, it seems that my encounter with you is quite in line with this signature."

With a smile in her dark eyes, the girl looked at the little monk who lowered his head in front of him.

Wang Chen was startled for a moment by the girl's molesting words, he took a step back silently, "Benefactor, the monk is a monk."

The words of the little monk are very clear.

The monks pay attention to the purity of the six sense organs, without desire or desire.

Once you enter Buddhism, you must not be greedy for the world of mortals.

His dharma name, Wang Chen, always reminds him to stay away from the mundane world, and not to be confused by the emotions and desires of the mundane world.

Feng Qian saw that Little Fragment was so flustered and uncomfortable, she said: "Little Master, don't worry, I was just joking. Thank you, Little Master, for helping me untie the lottery."

Hearing the sound, Wangchen paused, as if he was relieved, but also seemed that there was a place in his heart that was emptied for a moment.

He said his farewell: "Amitabha, the donor is very polite. The little monk will take his leave first."