Oh no! Seven kids at the start, all yellow and skinny.

Chapter 373 Bodhi Temple Red Fortune Sticks

Yunyi curled the corners of her lips. From the moment she got out of the car, she sensed that someone had set up a large array in the temple. As for what kind of array it was, she would have to go inside to find out, but this feeling was probably something like changing one's luck or attracting good fortune. It seemed that the rumors were true.

There are highly accomplished people in this Bodhi Temple.

"Amitabha." The young monk at the door stepped forward and bowed to Yunyi. "Please come in, benefactor." He glanced at the eighteen-year-old in Yunyi's arms as he spoke.

Yunyi returned the greeting, stroking Shiba's soft fur as she followed him in.

Foxes with fur as white as Eighteen are usually only affordable for wealthy families. But Yunyi, dressed in simple clothes and with a wooden hairpin in her hair, is holding a priceless fox as a pet. It just doesn't look right.

Today is not a Dharma assembly day, so there are not many pilgrims staying overnight at Bodhi Temple. There is only one pilgrim, but she is an elderly lady from a wealthy family, so she occupies the largest courtyard.

Yunyi and the others were placed on the side.

Yunyi stayed in the main house, while Fangzhong and the others lived in the side rooms.

They had just entered the house and put their things down when they heard the dinner bell ring; they had arrived just in time.

After feeding Shiba food soaked in spiritual spring water, Yunyi left it in the room to watch over the bundle before heading out to the dining hall.

Just as they sat down, another group of people walked in. Leading them was a well-off-looking old lady, accompanied by a young man and woman, who were probably her grandchildren. Behind them were maids, servants, and guards, making up a large group of about a dozen people.

The old lady also saw Yunyi, nodded slightly to her, and then sat down next to her.

Soon, the vegetarian dishes were served.

The dishes were pretty good, and the taste was also quite good.

Yunyi was so full that she let out a satisfied burp and stood up. "I'm leaving tomorrow morning and don't have time, so I'll go pray now and offer some incense money." She reached out to Fang Zhong as she spoke.

"Huh?" Fang Zhong didn't understand.

“I’ll go pray and donate some money,” Yunyi repeated, “but I don’t have any money.”

Fang Zhong's expression became complicated, but he still took out a purse and handed it over: "It was this old servant's oversight."

Yunyi took the purse, opened it, and found a silver note and some loose silver. The silver note was worth fifty taels, and the loose silver was about seven or eight taels. Although it wasn't much, she figured she could scrape together whatever she could. She then turned and headed towards the main hall.

Fang Zhong suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly followed, saying, "Young Miss, this old servant will serve you." He regretted not bringing a maid with him.

The main hall of Bodhi Temple is called Bodhi Hall, which enshrines Bodhi Patriarch. I don't know if it's the same Bodhi Patriarch who was Sun Wukong's master, but anyway, they are clay statues with an otherworldly and dignified appearance.

There are two side halls next to it, namely the God of Wealth Hall and the Matchmaker Hall.

Behind it is the Medicine King Hall, which enshrines the Medicine King Bodhisattva. The side halls are the Guanyin Hall and the Arhat Hall.

Further on are the Hall of Heavenly Kings and the Hall of Guanyin, and the last, relatively tall one is the Bodhi Pavilion, which is also the temple's scripture repository.

Yunyi strolled around, bowed to each Bodhisattva, and added some silver coins. After she finished strolling, she had spent all her loose silver coins and returned to the entrance of the Medicine King Hall. There, people could draw lots. It was said that if you drew a red-headed lot, you could have the abbot, Master Bodhi, interpret it personally.

"How many red-headed slips are there in total?" Yunyi asked curiously.

"There are three in total," the young monk in charge of the divination box answered honestly. "Two have already been drawn today, and there is one left in this box. If no one draws it in another half hour, today's divination will be invalid."

"why?"

"Because the master interprets three fortune sticks every day."

"Then I'll give it a try." Yunyi smiled upon hearing this and gestured to Fang Zhong, "Uncle Zhong, give me some money, I don't have any change."

Fang Zhong put one tael of silver into the box.

The young monk handed over the fortune-telling container with a smile.

Yunyi reached out and pinched one, about to pull it out, when footsteps came from behind: "Miss, please wait."

Yunyi turned around and saw that it was the young man beside the old lady. She frowned and asked, "Is something the matter?"

"Excuse me, young lady, today is my grandmother's birthday. We came up here with her to pray for blessings and also wanted to draw lots, but we only have one red-headed lot left. We hope you can give it to my grandmother." The young man's attitude was very sincere. "I can make it up to you."

"You want this one?" Yunyi glanced at the divination stick container. "But I haven't even drawn this stick yet, so I have no idea if it's a red-headed stick."

“The girl looks so fortunate; this fortune slip must be a lucky one,” the young man said confidently.

"Okay," Yunyi nodded. "One hundred taels."

The boy's lips twitched, and he gave Yun Yi a strange look, but he didn't haggle and simply took out a silver note and handed it over.

"It's yours." Yunyi took the silver note, glanced at it, and then looked at the bamboo stick in her hand. "But whether it's true or not, nobody knows. Once you take it, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself."

The boy nodded, went over and took the bamboo skewer from Yunyi's hand: "Thank you." Then he picked it up.

Sure enough, the other end of the bamboo skewer was dotted with red paint, which is commonly known as a red-headed skewer.

Yunyi smiled and nodded: "It seems you're very lucky."

The young man smiled, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yunyi, and then turned and left.

"Young Miss, why did you give it up?" Fang Zhong asked, puzzled. "That red-headed slip is very rare."

"Because I'm short of money." Yunyi waved the silver notes in her hand, then turned and went back to her courtyard.

Fang Zhong's words were stuck in his throat. The young lady really was direct... But for some reason, although she still seemed as reckless as before, she also seemed a little different. As for how she was different, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

In a meditation room, the former wealthy old lady was sitting opposite a senior monk, with the former young girl sitting beside her.

The young man arrived quickly and handed over the red fortune slip as he entered: "Master, your calculations are truly accurate. That woman did indeed draw the red fortune slip."

The old lady's lips curled up in a smile.

"Amitabha Buddha," Master Bodhi chanted a Buddhist prayer. "I foresaw that a wealthy person would appear, and this is your only chance."

"Please, Master, perform the ritual." The old lady, along with the young boy and girl, knelt on the ground.

"Yes." Master Bodhi nodded. "We'll perform the ritual tonight. You can all go outside and wait."

The young man helped the old lady to her feet, glanced at the girl, and said, "Serve the master well; it is your honor."

The girl obediently agreed, and after they left, she got up, walked to the monk, knelt down, and reached out to loosen the monk's belt.

(It's Lunar New Year's Eve! Another year has passed. I hope everyone stays healthy next year!)