Chapter 1542: Person seeking a visa

"Now it can only be like this." Tangning sighed softly. Whether it was Mo Ye, her grandfather, or her eleven disciples, their grief was the best cover for her being alive.
And only in this way, the person who has always wanted her to die, will completely relax, and will not pay attention to her anymore, and she will have enough time to repair the soul and cultivate the immortal body.
As the sky got brighter, more and more people came to the incense. The old monk went to the table where the lottery was cancelled and dozed off. Among the people who went to the incense, an old woman brought her son. Fragrant.
"Kneel down! What are you doing in a daze?" The old woman looked at her son who was standing aside and said.
"Mother, I've talked to people. I will go tomorrow. You have to ask Master Tang for a visa now. What is this?" the man said helplessly.
"Master Tang is very clever. As long as you can get one here for signing, I will let you go. Otherwise, you won’t be able to go this time. Your mother is just a son like you. Nothing matters to you. Hurry up. Kneel down." The woman said, pulling him to kneel.
The man took the lottery that his mother had stuffed in, and reluctantly held the lottery to bow to Master Tang, and said in his heart: Master Tang, my brothers and I took a task, and it turned out to be able to make a lot of money. My mother is worried that I will not let me go when I am in danger. Please be sure to sign one for me. When I come back from the task, I will pay my respects again.
After the man read silently in his heart, he held the lotus and shook it, while the old woman next to him said, "Master Tang, I'm just such a son, and I haven't gotten a family yet! He said he made a lot of money on this mission. , But I am also worried that it will be very dangerous, so please give me an idea. If nothing goes wrong, let him ask for support and sign for him. If you are in danger, give him a sign."
"Snapped!"
A bamboo stick was shaken out of the stick and fell in front of the two of them. Looking at the stick, the man stretched out his hand to get it, but his mother had picked it up.
"There is a master who broke the visa in the temple. I heard that the master is very accurate in the resolution, so we will ask him to solve it." The old woman said, walking towards the old monk who was dozing off.
"Mother, mother, here are three gold coins and one sign! Expensive." The man pulled her and said.
"No matter how expensive your life is." The old woman took his hand away, stepped forward and called out with a smile: "Master? Master?"
The old monk raised his head and glanced at them, and said with a smile: "Undo it? Come on, get the lottery, let me see."
"Trouble the teacher." The old woman said, handing him the bamboo stick.
The old monk glanced at it, then shook his head: "Well, this lottery is not good."
When the man heard this, he was immediately annoyed: "You don't even have a signature. Just look at the numbers on the bamboo skewers. Isn't this nonsense?" He said to his mother, "Mother, this old monk. I don’t know how to resolve the visa at all.
Of course, when the old woman heard the monk’s answer, she didn’t want to leave. Instead, she asked,
Master, what’s wrong with this signing? How can’t it be done? Do you not need to look at the signed document when you cancel it? The stalls where the signing is cancelled all have the corresponding signing, don’t you need to read it?"
"Hahaha, donors, monk, I am different from them." The old monk said with a smile, stretched out his index finger, shook it gently, and said with a smile: "This sign! It's a sign."