After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 114
"But since yesterday morning, I have lost contact with Master Shui Ling. No matter how I call, it still doesn't respond!"

"I can't help you." The old man handed back the lottery to He Lingchuan, "Besides, these two lottery are designated as 'closed lottery', there should be a reason for it, Master Shui Ling often said that some secrets can only be seen, not revealed."

He Lingchuan waved two sticks and asked, "The old tortoise specially made two new sticks for me, didn't you ask me?"

"Master Shui Ling said, everything depends on fate."

Everyone let out a long breath, He Yue patted his elder brother on the shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged, according to Shui Ling, although you won the lottery, it may not be really a bad thing."

"No, no, Master Shui Ling's lottery is very effective, eight times out of ten." Old man Liu was too honest as a former lottery interpreter, "There are very few lottery signs in this bucket, and they have only been issued in the past ten years." Go out five. However, it will be a big disaster! Get rid of the two in your hand, the people who got the first two are all dead, one was beheaded by bandits, and the other was drowned in the flood. suffering!"

The ancestral hall was suddenly as quiet as a cemetery.

"Give me a lottery, and give me two at once, but I can't untie the lottery!" He Lingchuan's eyes were burning, "What does this mean!"

He looked at old man Liu and sneered: "Could it be that this old tortoise is not dead at all, where is he hiding in a corner to make fun of us?"

Old man Liu said dryly: "Then I don't know. The little old man is just a guardian of the shrine, and he doesn't know the situation in the lake."

He is a human, not a fish, so who knows what happened to Shui Ling?

"However, Master Shui Ling said that those who are drawn to the lottery should be careful and plan ahead. There may be a chance of survival."

He Lingchuan only found it funny: "If it works, why can't it predict my final fate?"

Someone outside interfaced: "What happened in the end?"

When everyone turned their heads, He Chunhua came, followed by two guards.

He Yue wondered: "Why did you come out?" There was a lot of noise outside and bandits were around, why did the whole family have an outing?

"This is the busiest place in the east of the village. Why don't I come and see?" He came out and asked, and the guard said that all the family members were here. "What happened?"

"Brother asked here twice for the lottery, and it turned out to be the lottery." He Yue spoke fluently, and said clearly in a few words, "The rest of us are not so unlucky. For big brother."

"Under the signature? Let me see."

He Chunhua took the two sticks and looked at them, his brows were furrowed, but then he laughed loudly: "Is this really true?"

Old man Liu immediately said: "My lord, there is something you don't know..."

He Chunhua waved his hands, nonchalantly: "You don't know. My son was raised by the great shaman of Zhaomandu. He has long asserted that Chuan'er has both good fortune and wealth, and has the power of Lingyun, and he is a great fortune. .You sign the lottery, it's absurd, absurd!"

He stared at He Lingchuan: "Are you the Great Shaman of Xinzhao Mandu, or a mountain monster?"

He Lingchuan always felt that his father's eyes were extremely sharp.

"Great shaman." No wonder.

"This is my good son!" He Chunhua patted him on the shoulder, "Besides, the Shuiling Tablet has been broken. The turtle monster is dead, so does the signature still count?"

Mrs. Ying looked at the lottery in her hand after hearing the words: "ah, it's rare that I got the lottery." So it doesn't count?
He Chunhua took her lottery and looked at it, and said with a smile: "There is no need to draw lots, I also know that your fortune must be full of flowers."

"Oh, master!" Mrs. Ying smiled like a flower. "Would you like to try one too?"

The words came out of her mouth naturally, and she suddenly felt a slip of the tongue.

He Chunhua was not angry, but he refused very firmly: "No smoking! Anyway, it's too much to do."

At this time, Mao Tao asked old man Liu: "By the way, you said that a total of five were signed, and four of them were missing. What's the matter with the other one?"

He Lingchuan monopolized two teams, and the players of the other two teams were already dead.

"That's a foreigner. He left the next day after he asked for a visa. I don't know what happened to him." Old man Liu scratched the back of his head, "A few months ago, two foreigners came over, one old and one young, and they said Look at the place where Gaozu started the incident. The young one came to the Shuiling Temple to ask for a lottery. The old one said it was useless. The original words seemed to be 'Your fate cannot be determined by God'. But the young man came secretly the next day and brought a lot of money. The few sacrifices were pushed into the lake. I told him that Shui Ling had already been sealed, but he didn’t believe it. No matter how he shook it, there was no sign that fell out of the lot.”

"The young man muttered to himself, 'Isn't it determined by God', and left disappointed. Who knew that after he left, I was just about to put the bucket back on the high place, when a red stick suddenly fell out of it. I'll just take it away from him."

He Lingchuan turned around and asked, "Where's the lottery?" The old man said earlier that every lottery drawn must be taken out and put away.

"Yes, yes." Old man Liu went to the low room on the west side and searched for it.

Soon, he came back with a red stick.

Everyone looked at it, and there was a line of small characters written on this undersigned:
The yellow sand is far away, and ambition cannot be rewarded first...

Mao Tao looked at it sharply, and asked everyone's thoughts: "Where's the last word?"

What the fuck, why did the stick get burnt?
The last word was burned.

Old man Liu said in embarrassment, "Oh, last time I burned firewood, it fell into the woodpile and almost burned up."

"What word was burned, do you remember?"

"No, I don't remember." Old man Liu couldn't help laughing, "I can remember one or two hundred sticks here?"

He Lingchuan suddenly asked: "What's the last name of this young guest?"

"This, this..." Old man Liu thought for a long time, "It has been several months. But his surname is not very common."

"But the surname Nian?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Old man Liu was awakened at once, "It's the surname Nian! The year of the rice cake!"

Mrs. Ying saw that her husband's face was not good, so she quickly took a few copper coins to the old man: "Okay, okay, I'm here today, you go back and rest first."

He Lingchuan walked out of the Shuiling Temple silently, and suddenly punched the little tree hard.

"Crack", the little tree broke in response.

He Chunhua followed closely, and solemnly said to the eldest son: "Calm down! Chuan'er, sometimes things happen by coincidence, but it's just a coincidence!"

He Lingchuan was silent, his face was ugly.

Nian Songyu was undoubtedly the one who won the lottery.It turns out that kid has been here too!
The yellow sand is far away, corresponding to the Panlong Desert.

Great ambitions are not rewarded, well, the Nian family and his son do have a rebellious heart.

As for the last three words, He Lingchuan thought of the "God" that descended on Nian Songyu, which seemed quite appropriate.

It seems that, at least in this time of divination, the old turtle monster was right!

(End of this chapter)