Quite explosive!Boss, she started fortune telling again

After the broadcast, it was time for dinner.

There was a strong aroma of food in the dining hall, and Sang Luo strolled to the dining hall to prepare for dinner.

There were about thirty pilgrims sitting in the dining hall. These are loyal believers who come to Cangyun Temple on time every month to offer incense and pray for blessings.

Therefore, in addition to the monthly Eid al-Fitr festival, Sangluo has also set up a daily fasting meal sale, priced at five yuan a portion, specially provided to these devout pilgrims who must come every month.

Except for the faint sound of chopsticks clashing with bowls, almost no one in the dining hall spoke, and everyone was enjoying the dinner on their plates with their heads lowered.

Sang Luo took out his own bowls and chopsticks from the cupboard in the corner, and found that the pots of vegetables on the table had been eaten up by the pilgrims, and not even a single green vegetable was left.

She could only go to the kitchen to see if there was any food left in the pot.

Sang Luo walked briskly through a corridor and reached the kitchen.

The back kitchen was also deserted and there was no sound at all.

According to usual habits, Wuyou should have finished his meal by now and was sitting next to the fire to keep warm and watch variety shows.

But today there was no sound at all.

Sang Luo walked into the stove, opened the lid of the huge bamboo pot and took a look. There was only a small bowl of tofu soup in the pot.

If you eat this bowl of tofu soup on normal days, it should be enough.

But today, she has been live streaming since lunch, and she is already hungry. A bowl of tofu soup may not be enough to fill her teeth.

"Worry-free."

Sang Luo called Wuyou's name and wanted to ask her if she had any rice.

But no one answered.

Sang Luo walked to the chopping board again and found a steaming bowl of mushroom noodle soup on the chopping board.

Sang Luo bent down and put his nose close to the bowl, took a deep breath, "Woohoo!"

The fragrance was so fragrant that her brain was shaking, and she was so excited, "Worry-free!"

Sang Luo screamed again, she wanted to ask if this bowl of noodles was left for her.

"Master..."

At this time, Wuyou's voice came from the place where the fire was burning behind the stove. Her voice was very weak, with a very obvious tremor at the end.

After hearing the sound, Sang Luo quickly ran behind the stove and found Wuyou sitting on a small bench, leaning against the wall, with sweat on his forehead and white lips.

"Wuyou, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Sang Luo asked with great concern, then reached out to touch Wuyou's forehead and found that she had a slight fever.

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

Wuyou coughed a few times and said, "Master, I feel so uncomfortable."

When Wuyou spoke, his voice was very weak, which made Sang Luo feel very distressed.

"Don't be afraid! Master will take you to the hospital in the ancient town at the foot of the mountain to see a doctor."

Sang Luo patted Wuyou's head and comforted him softly, then picked up the feverish and unconscious Wuyou and walked down the mountain on the stone steps.

After a series of tedious examinations and tests, the doctor gave the diagnosis:

"The patient contracted influenza A because she was overworked and her immunity was weakened. This type of influenza is extremely contagious. There are pilgrims in your temple every day. It is not recommended that you take her back.

You can first undergo infusion treatment in the hospital, and then take her back after the virus in her body is almost gone. "

After Sang Luo heard the doctor's diagnosis, his heart skipped a beat.

"Caused by overwork..."

Sang Luo murmured to himself, feeling a heart-wrenching pain in his chest.

It was her negligence. He is a god, so he won't get sick or tired at all, but Wuyou is just a mortal body, and he has to be busy making fast meals and reading signatures every day.

Over time, her body's immunity directly decreased.

Sang Luo felt extremely guilty. Village Chief Wang and his family trusted her by entrusting Wuyou to her, but as a result, he failed to take good care of her at all.

She went to the inpatient department to pay seven days of hospitalization fees and medical expenses, and then went to the ancient town to buy a lot of fruit supplements and put them in the ward. Then she called Shen Wuyang and asked him to come down the mountain to take care of Wuyou.

After arranging everything, Sang Luo returned to the temple alone.

During the days when Wuyou was ill, she planned to take care of everything in the temple by herself.

Considering that Wuyou would not be allowed to do so much work after her health recovered, Sang Luo planned to follow the management methods of other Taoist temples.

Instead of recruiting apprentices, we should recruit volunteers.

Many dormitories behind the Guanli Temple are still vacant and can be provided to metaphysics enthusiasts who want to come to Cangyun Mountain for vacation and recuperation.

Then they can help the Taoist temple share some work and deduct the room and board expenses.

After having such a prototype in his mind, Sang Luo immediately turned on the computer and typed a few words on the keyboard: Cangyun Mountain volunteer recruitment channel is open.

Half an hour later, Sang Luo finished writing an article about volunteer recruitment. After carefully checking the details, she opened the Whale Platform and uploaded it to her homepage in the form of pictures and text.

After uploading it, Sang Luo closed the Whale APP and quietly waited for netizens to sign up.

After Sang Luo cleaned the bowls and chopsticks of the pilgrims after their dinner, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

After washing the dishes, Sang Luo went to clean out four dormitory rooms.

She only plans to recruit four volunteers this time because she feels that the scale of Cangyun Temple is still too small. Although it has become somewhat famous on the Internet, most netizens only burn incense online.

There are still too few pilgrims who can actually come to Cangyun Mountain and walk up the Cangyun Temple step by step.

Now, Cangyun Guanqiu's peach blossom reputation has been established.

The pilgrims who offer the most incense every day come to seek marriage, and the incense smell in Yuelao Yuanjun Hall even exceeds that of the God of Wealth.

But there are still too few temples and statues in Cangyun Temple.

Sang Luo was thinking about developing the cornfield next to Cangyun Temple, building more statues, and inviting more gods to come to Cangyun Temple.

In this way, the daily incense money may be doubled.

However, this is a considerable expense.

She had to pay this year's tribute tax to Lord Taishan on New Year's Eve before she could start building a new fairy house.

The next day.

Sang Luo got up earlier than usual. She had to finish what Shen Wuyang had done before, offering incense to the statue in exchange for fruits, and then went to make breakfast.

It was already half past six in the morning when I finished my work.

The number of pilgrims gradually increased.

Following the usual rules, she sat under the big tree in front of the door and started telling fortunes for free.

First in line was a young woman.

Sang Luo raised his hand and said, "Please sit down."

Wen Qiaoqiao quickly sat down after receiving the signal. She looked very unnatural and frightened.

As soon as he sat down, he said to Sang Luo: "Master, my husband is possessed by a ghost and he wants to kill me!"