Chapter 11

Jing Huai slowly opened his eyes: "Why?"

"Monastery Master, it's time to collect the money." Lu Xi approached courteously.

Jing Huai didn't raise his eyelids, and said casually, "You take it yourself."

"Don't!" Lu Xi wanted to accept it, but who told her that she was born with a fortune, "You are my immediate boss, of course you have to do the collection of money." What he said was a righteous statement.

Jing Huai glanced at her with a half-smile, and then opened the mobile phone payment code.

Cui Qianran held her breath and quickly transferred the money.

In front of Master Luxi, she can still get close, but this handsome man who is called the immediate boss by the master, although he looks gentle and gentle like jade, harmless and amiable, Cui Qianran and Tian Ning are inexplicably beating their hearts, and just want to stay away from him .

Cui Qianran originally came to the temple to offer incense and worship the Buddha, but she didn't enter the temple, nor did she see the Buddha, but she saved her own life by mistake, immediately turned [-], and made sure to add Luxi's WeChat Then he left.

Not far away, a young girl with a young face and a high ponytail rubbed her eyes suspiciously. Did two women leave just now, or did three come?

"Guanzhu, do you think we should have a discussion?" Luxi looked eagerly at the [-] freshly received on WeChat on Jinghuai's mobile phone.

Jing Huai waved the mobile phone in front of her eyes, watched her eyeballs following the mobile phone, and slightly curled the corners of her lips: "How do you want to discuss it?"

Luxi replied immediately: "It's the salary plus the field commission and the installment payment."

"Oh! What is the installment method?" Jing Huaijun looked at her with a smile in his eyes.

Luxi took a deep breath, and said the ultimate goal: "It is to pay 1000 yuan a day, until the salary commission is paid out."

This 1000 yuan is already the upper limit of her financial life, as long as the money in her pocket exceeds 1000 yuan, she will not be able to keep it.

So what about a monthly salary of 5000 yuan a month, and what about a commission of 1000 yuan. The only thing you can actually get is the [-] yuan. It’s better to change the monthly salary into a daily salary.

Jing Huai stared at her intently, looking like she was calling the wind and calling for the rain. The poor Luxi, who was poor on the money, was upset, and finally nodded in agreement, and happily transferred 1000 yuan to her.

Luxi almost wept with joy, others couldn't understand the pain of being born with five disadvantages and three deficiencies in the Taoist sect, who just lacked salary and was born to lose money and life.

On weekdays, it’s okay, 1000 yuan is enough to eat, drink, and have fun, but for a long trip, I can’t even afford the plane ticket.

It's all because God is too stingy, the pocket money has only increased to four digits from the previous life to this life, and it is still the lowest among the four digits.

Luxi complained silently in his heart.

Suddenly the sunny day turned cloudy, especially directly above her, with dark clouds hanging over it.

Luxi's complexion changed, and he skillfully found a formal charity organization, and turned a hundred in it.

The dark cloud remained, covering her head straight.

Luxi expressionless, turned five hundred and went in.

The clouds parted and it was sunny again.

Not only is he stingy but also stingy, and he is stingy and doesn't let him talk.

There was a black resentment on Lu Xi's body, which was comparable to that of Miss Li Gui just now.

Jing Huai glanced at the sky thoughtfully, then looked at the gloomy and bitter Luxi, and covered his face with his hands, unable to hide the smile on his lips.

Lu Xi looked over with a pair of dark eyes, Jing Huai clenched his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and covered his ears.

"Are you here for fortune-telling?" The little girl with a high ponytail came over.

Lu Xi looked up to see her, and once again raised a standard smile on his face. The soul of a migrant worker, no matter how difficult it is, he has to smile to greet others.

"What do you want to be?"

Jing Huai, who was only responsible for collecting money next to him, was drowsy again.

"I want to figure out if my boyfriend and I are destined?" Gao Qiuqiu opened a photo of a young man on the phone with sparkling eyes, and pushed it over.

Lu Xi looked at the photo, suspicious: "Is he your boyfriend?"

Gao Qiuqiu puffed up her chest and raised her head, but her eyes wandered: "Of course, my husband."

"That's a pity, you have no destiny or role." Lu Xi shook his head, "Your husband probably doesn't know that there is such a wife as you, and he is now haunted by female ghosts, so he can't take care of himself."

Hearing this, Gao Qiuqiu became anxious immediately: "Hey! Why are you still cursing people, my idol is doing well, and you are haunted by talented ghosts."

Lu Xi didn't intend to argue with the girl in front of her who looked fourteen or five years old, but said: "Your idol is not in danger for the time being, but if you don't go back now, I'm afraid you will inevitably have a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots."

Gao Qiuqiu's complexion changed, his eyes looked around, and he became angry from embarrassment: "What, your calculations are not accurate at all."

The little girl turned around angrily and wanted to leave.

"When you go back, go to the right. If someone calls you, plug your ears, don't listen, don't look, and don't step forward to help."

Luxi's plain voice came from behind, but Gao Qiuqiu, who was furious, heard it inexplicably.

Gao Qiuqiu was just in the third year of middle school this year. She was only 15 years old. She had a conflict with her family and ran away from home angrily. She came here because she heard that her idol had appeared near Yanhua Temple.

Gao Qiuqiu's house is not far from here. She was carrying a backpack, frowning and muttering. Although she said she didn't believe Luxi's words, she was still afraid that a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots would be unavoidable when she returned home late, and her feet continued to accelerate.

There was no one on the road ahead, and a semi-old van was parked on the left. Gao Qiuqiu's heart suddenly jumped violently, and Lu Xi's words to go to the right suddenly sounded in his ears.

Gao Qiuqiu tightened the strap of his backpack and walked faster, almost trotting.

Just after walking more than ten meters, a voice suddenly came from behind. A pregnant woman next to the van, holding her pregnant belly, screamed.

But there was a figure looming in the van.

Gao Qiuqiu subconsciously stopped, but at this moment, Lu Xi's words "Don't listen, don't look, don't help" sounded in his ears.

Gao Qiuqiu put her head down and ran straight forward, out of breath, and slammed into a person.

She was startled, and when she looked up, it was her mother.

The next second her ear was picked up by someone, it was red and painful, Gao Ma grabbed her ear and cursed: "You damn girl, next time you dare to run so that you don't see anyone, see if I don't touch your leg!" Discount."

Gao Qiuqiu moaned in pain, but felt inexplicably relieved: "Mom, I was wrong, and I dare not do it again."

Sometimes a moment of enthusiasm may be the separation between heaven and man.

the other end

Just as Gao Qiuqiu left, a man wearing a hat, a scarf covering most of his face, and a pair of big sunglasses, stared here and there, walking over in a thief-like manner.

"Just now you said that the man was haunted by a female ghost, is it true?" the man asked as soon as he sat down.

"Who?" Lu Xi asked him knowingly.

Come to fortune-telling, if you don't explain things clearly, and don't even dare to show your face, what kind of fate is that.

The visitor took out a photo from his mobile phone, and it was Gao Qiuqiu's idol.

Lu Xi saw that he was still wrapped tightly: "No one here will see you, and you can take off these equipment."

The man looked around again and found that none of the passers-by was looking this way.

The combination of the three of them is absolutely eye-catching. There is nothing to say about the prosperous beauty of Luxi and Jinghuai. The man is wrapped up like a wanted criminal, and the rate of turning his head back on the road is at least 90.00%, not to mention [-]%.

Only then did the man take off the equipment on his body, and smiled awkwardly: "Miss Lu, no, Master Lu, I'm just in case."

(End of this chapter)

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