Quite explosive!Boss, she started fortune telling again

Chapter 80 Taishan Prefecture Monarch Festival

Sang Luo wanted to nod, saying that it was because Shen Wuyang was not talented enough that she wanted to take a metaphysics genius as an apprentice to try to see what realm she could achieve.

But she was afraid that saying this would hurt Shen Wuyang's heart.

After careful wording, she said: "Cultivation is all about cultivating the mind. It is enough for you not to forget to do good deeds everywhere and keep a good heart after you die for thousands of years."

"The so-called cultivation talent is nothing more than the gap in the technique. The essence of practice is to cultivate the Tao, not to stay at the level of the technique."

"You have already crossed the surface and reached the inside, so you don't have to think so much."

When Shen Wuyang heard his master praise him, the displeasure just now was wiped away.

"Master, our secret room will open next month. Then you have to promote our secret room in your live broadcast room."

Sang Luo hummed, "I will. Remember to print some discount coupons for me, and I will send them to the pilgrims who come to Guanli to offer incense."

"Okay!", Shen Wuyang grinned, looking at the master carrying a big mountaineering bag, he couldn't help being curious.

"Master, where are you going?"

Sang Luo squeezed the shoulder strap, "I'll go to Mount Tai."

"Oh~", Shen Wuyang looked like I understood, "So Master is going back to his hometown."

Since ancient times, the souls of the common people have returned to Dailu.

That is to say, all ordinary people, after death, their souls will be lured by ghost messengers to the foot of Mount Tai, and from here they will enter the underworld to receive judgment. Mount Tai is the hometown of all ghosts.

After Sang Luo bid farewell to Shen Wuyang, he embarked on the road to Mount Tai alone.

After walking for two full days, Sang Luo finally arrived at the southern foot of Mount Tai.

There is a Dai Temple here, also known as Dongyue Temple.

Inside is enshrined the supreme ruler of the underworld, Emperor Dongyue, who is also the mansion king they usually call.

On the top of Mount Tai, there is enshrined the fairy goddess of the upper realm, Bixia Yuanjun, the fairy and jade girl of Dongyue Mount Tai, commonly known as Grandma Taishan.

The top of Mount Tai leads to the world of immortals, and the foot of Mount Tai leads to the world of ghosts.

Here is also the place where ancient emperors enthroned and proclaimed Zen.

However, the grand scenery of thousands of years ago can no longer be seen here.

Walking on the road, Sang Luo could hear tourists talking from time to time.

"Baby, let's go to Mount Tai. Others say that here we can strengthen the fate and get rid of the evil fate."

"It's so amazing?"

"It really is! It is said that children who are destined not to come here will be taken back by the heavens. There are also many netizens who say that they will have a headache when they arrive at the foot of Mount Tai."

"Then let's not go, if I am a boy, will I die above?"

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Although the status of Mount Tai is not as sacred as in the past, the folk legends about Mount Tai have never been interrupted.

Sang Luo walked through the streets and finally came to Dai Temple.

The temple of Taishan Fujun is extremely magnificent. The city wall is tens of meters high, with three vermilion gates, exquisite railings, and bright bricks and tiles.

There are also more incense sticks than in her small Taoist temple, and she can clearly hear the voices of pilgrims talking and talking outside.

After passing through Zhengyangmen, and walking for a while, you will find the Tiankuang Hall where the statue of Dongyue Emperor is enshrined.

But for some reason, the Tiankuang Palace was closed tightly, and the door was full of people, chattering non-stop.

Sang Luo grabbed a child at random, "Little friend, what happened here? Why is the Tiankuang Palace closed? What are you all doing here?"

The little boy with the lid on his head replied, "Just now a man helped a beautiful woman into the room! That man's accent is so strange, he sounds like a little devil!"

There was a spark in the jarhead boy's eyes, "These little devils, if they don't stay in their own country, what are they doing here?"

"Little devil?" Sang Luo lowered her eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she understood something.

With one stride, she rushed to the door of Tiankuang Palace. She stretched out her hand and pushed the door, but the door was blocked by a mysterious force, and she couldn't open it at all.

"Girl, the door was locked by that little devil. We tried, but it couldn't be opened!" said an aunt very enthusiastically.

Another young girl also said: "These little devils, I don't know what the hell they are doing in our country again! I have already called and reported to the Civil Security Bureau! Come here and wait, lest the little devils hurt you."

Sang Luo took a few steps back, but did not go down the steps.

Instead, he used his internal strength and pushed hard towards the door.

The door opened.

After opening the door, a male corpse appeared on the floor in the center of the main hall.

Surrounding the male corpse, there are still formations.

With just one glance, she knew that this formation was the formation of Taishan Mansion Lord Sacrifice.

"The yin and yang Taoism of Fusang Kingdom." Sang Luo murmured.

Taishan Fujun Sacrifice originated from Fusang Kingdom.

Thousands of years ago, the theory of yin-yang and five elements in our country was introduced to Fusang, and the people of Fusang borrowed and developed a new magic.

It is Yin and Yang Taoism.

The so-called Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice is an equivalent exchange of praying to Emperor Dongyue, exchanging one's own life for the life of the deceased.

When the pilgrims outside saw the door open, they quickly surrounded it.

"Ah!! Dead!"

Some timid girls ran away in fright after seeing the corpse.

Some were bold enough to take a closer look at the face of the male corpse on the ground.

"Hey! Isn't this the male devil just now? How did he die?"

"Where's the beautiful woman in his arms? Why is it missing?"

Sang Luo understood that this man's sacrifice had been successful, he died, but the woman in his arms lived.

She couldn't help but be a little worried.

The identity of a woman who can make a man travel thousands of miles to Mount Tai and beg the lord to revive her with her own life is certainly not simple.

I don't know what is the intricate relationship behind this.

Sang Luo looked for the beautiful woman that the pilgrims talked about in every corner of the temple.

But got nothing.

In the end, she fixed her gaze on the back of the statue of Emperor Dongyue.

She silently apologized to the Fujun in her heart.

Then, without hesitation, he flipped onto the altar and walked towards the back of the statue of Emperor Dongyue.

The pilgrims surrounding the hall were dumbfounded.

"Ouch! This is disrespect to Emperor Dongyue!"

"I'm going to die! This girl is in trouble! Come down quickly! It's really rude and unruly!"

"She will suffer retribution, right? Let's go quickly! Lightning strikes, so we don't get hurt innocently."

Sang Luo ignored the dissuasion of the pilgrims and walked straight to the statue of Emperor Dongyue.

Then he bowed deeply: "Boss, I'm really sorry."

Then, poke your head behind the statue of the emperor.

A snow-white, very beautiful woman squatted under the buttocks of the statue of the Great Emperor.

As soon as the woman saw Sang Luo, she went around from the other side of the statue and jumped off the altar.

He ran away in a flash.

(End of this chapter)