The table is covered with light yellow cloth.

In front of the table, there are a series of tools such as signs, compass, tortoise shells, and other tools.

Behind the table, a young monk was dozing off.

"Are you looking for him?" Wang Hui lowered his voice, "I can tell you that they don't have real skills. I have a friend who came in to get a monthly salary when recruiting monks. Moreover, these profitable stalls have probably been subcontracted."

"It's okay, just take a look." Zhou Ya sat on the chair.

It made a little noise.

The little monk opposite woke him up.

When he saw someone, he immediately adjusted his sitting posture and tone: "Female donor, what are you?"

"It sounds like a swearing!" Zhou Ya frowned, then quietly glanced at Wang Hui, "I... counted on marriage!"

In her heart, what her son Zhou Longzhe said to her for no reason.

If she and Wang Hui could get together, their son would be very happy.

"Then what do you use?" the little monk asked.

"Just use bamboo sticks!" Zhou Ya suddenly pulled out of her distracted state.

The little monk immediately took the bamboo stick in front of him and shook it skillfully.

It's quite like a dealer who throws dice in a casino.

"Female donor, please do it yourself!" The little monk handed the sign to Zhou Ya.

Zhou Ya held the sign in both hands, shaking with a "rattle".

Finally, a bamboo stick fell on the table.

Zhou Ya picked it up, looked at the signature, and read it.

His face darkened.

Wang Hui leaned over.

Bamboo sticks, numbered as four.

Sign up for the uterus: Yulian meets ten friends.

The signature is four sentences - the thousand-year-old ancient mirror repeats itself, and the woman asks her husband to remarry again; from then on, the family changes again, and the blessings and wealth are added to the children and grandchildren.

"Female donor, I'll help you unwritten the signature." The little monk stretched out his hand with a smile.

"Thank you, no need!" Zhou Ya got up and was about to leave.

"Hey, female donor, that... the signing fee has not been given yet." The little monk said with a smile.

Zhou Ya, but turned a deaf ear to him.

Striking outside the Main Hall.

Wang Hui kept up with his voice.

If you don’t understand anything else, the thousand-year-old ancient mirror repeats itself, Wang Hui understands it.

It's just a broken mirror and reunite.

According to the signature, is Zhou Ya going to get back with her ex-husband?

Obviously, Zhou Ya was unhappy.

"Then the signature is not to be taken seriously." Wang Hui smiled, "If I had read the signature is alive, the person would have died long ago."

"I know!" Zhou Ya held the white jade railing outside the Main Hall and said slowly, "I will never forget how I have lived with Long Zhe over the years."

Looking back at the Buddha statue in the hall, Zhou Ya murmured: "Bless you, I'm starving to death!"

Wang Hui smiled slightly.

This is the right attitude.

What can clay sculptures and wood sculptures work?
Chapter completed!