Quite explosive!Boss, she started fortune telling again

After the netizens in the live broadcast room typed the name of Maplewood Hotel on the public screen, Xiao Lizi realized that he had just said something wrong.

She swallowed her saliva, and said calmly, "Don't guess, it's not Maplewood Hotel at all. The Maplewood Hotel has already asked the master to do the trick, how could it be haunted?"

She thought she could justify her hotel by saying this, but she didn't know that her explanation would only make netizens more sure that the haunted hotel was Maplewood.

[I'm in a hurry, it looks like it's the Maplewood Hotel]

[Sister, you are getting darker and darker! 】

[If you are not a staff member of Maplewood Hotel, you should follow the words of netizens and pour sewage into Maplewood Hotel]

It was only then that Xiao Lizi realized that talking too much would lead to mistakes, so she kept silent and stopped explaining too much.

"Master, are you free tomorrow? At six o'clock in the afternoon, I have to trouble you to come to the hotel in person."

Sang Luo agreed without even thinking about it, and she had to earn the huge sum of money delivered to her door no matter what.

[Master, you have to think about it!Those ghosts in the Maplewood Hotel are very resentful!Many people are either dead or injured after living in it!It's all ghosts]

[That perverted murderer knocked on the door one by one, killing dozens of residents in one night, can he not be resentful?]

[Since then, the business of Maplewood Hotel has been very bleak, and maybe only foreigners who don't know the truth are willing to live here]

[I heard that the masters who were invited by Maplewood Hotel to catch ghosts sealed their boxes and quit when they came back]

After Sang Luo saw the popular science of netizens in the live broadcast room, he finally understood why Maplewood Hotel was willing to pay millions of dollars for people to catch ghosts. It turned out that this is not an easy job.

However, this did not dissuade her, but made her even more convinced that she was going to run this time.

Dozens of dead souls don't go to the underworld to reincarnate, but gather around the world and wander around harming others, is that okay?

She remembered that a book she had read said:
The isolated individual, alone, does not burn palaces or loot shops, and resists the temptation to do so.

But when gathered in a group, the individual becomes aware of the power that numbers give him, enough to make him want to murder and pillage, and immediately succumbs to the temptation.

Ghosts are the same as people.

When he is a ghost, he will be afraid, and when he does evil, he will weigh it up.

But when a group of ghosts get together, they will form great resentment and hurt human beings without any scruples.

Sang Luo smiled, "What are you afraid of? The devil is one foot tall, and the Tao is one foot tall."

【Master, you really want money but not life】

[I believe in Master Yunze!She will definitely be able to capture those evil spirits]

【Why!I'm really worried that after the master goes, he will be like other masters and quit when he comes back. 】

[If the master quits the Internet, my happiness will be gone]

Under the persuasion and persuasion of many netizens, Sang Luo resolutely agreed to Xiao Lizi's invitation, and then hung up the live broadcast amidst a lot of persuasion.

In a blink of an eye, it has entered autumn, and the green trees have become colorful, the forests are all dyed, and the fallen leaves are flying.

Sang Luo was the same as before. Immediately after sowing, she came to the small lawn in front of the view, overlooking the beautiful scenery of the mountains.

She stretched out her right hand and pinched her fingers to count the time.

In a blink of an eye, she has been in the world for three months.

Before coming here, she owed half a year's salary to the underworld ghost messenger, and now she has paid it back for three months.

Now, she still has three months of wages left, and she needs a total of 13 billion Ming coins, which is 300 million RMB.

She took out her mobile phone and clicked on the background wallet function of the Whale platform. She hadn't withdrawn cash for a long time, and when she opened it, there was a full 100 million gift share in it.

She clicked on the text message again and checked the incense money received in the bank card in the past few days. It was 300 million in total.

There is still 900 million yuan left before the wage arrears can be settled.

In fact, if it wasn't for the 1000 million yuan spent dredging the Wangchuan River, she should have paid off the debt by now.

Thinking of this, Sang Luo couldn't help but worry a little, whether the underworld would suddenly have other places to spend money.

She has to work harder to make money so that she can cope with accidents.

The live broadcast was broadcast for two or three months, and a total of 100 million gifts were earned, but in just a few days, 300 million incense money could be earned.

The best way to make money is to rely on incense.

Only by re-establishing Cangyun Temple's reputation can she sit back and relax, return to the underworld to be her ghost emperor, and count incense money while lying down.

Jiang Wuchen came out of the Taoist temple and saw Sang Luo who was standing in front of the temple in a daze, so he said hello: "Master, are you streaming live? Why are you in a daze here? Why don't you hurry up and teach me how to catch ghosts!" "

Sang Luo turned her head and gave Jiang Wuchen a blank look, "You should learn how to farm first, I will teach you when the time comes."

Jiang Wuchen was a little discouraged when he heard it, he sat down on the futon, turned his head aside, and muttered: "I have been to countless Taoist temples with high incense since I was a child, and I have never heard of learning mystical arts before. , You must first learn how to farm the land.”

Sang Luo frowned slightly, "I made it clear about farming before I accepted you. If you don't want to, you can leave at any time during the half-year inspection period."

When Jiang Wuchen heard that Sang Luo wanted to drive him away, he jumped up and said with a smile, "Don't, don't, I'll do it, don't drive me away!"

"Although I have been to many famous Taoist temples across the country to learn from teachers, I have never met anyone as powerful as Master!"

With that said, Jiang Wuchen looked around the environment of the Taoist temple, and then said to Sang Luo: "Master, let's change to a more famous Taoist temple, Cangyun Temple was fine decades ago, but it's too hip now, I'm not good enough for you. Only when you have more views of Xiangke can you play your skills better."

After hearing Jiang Wuchen's words, Sang Luo's eyes sparkled, "You are so young, how can you still know what happened decades ago?"

Jiang Wuchen smiled, "I don't know, but Heavenly Master Zhang of Tianquan Cave knows! Tianquan Cave, do you know? This is the most famous Taoist temple in the country! It receives thousands of pilgrims every day."

Tianquan Cave.

During the live broadcast just now, the old Wang next door who was almost killed by his brother-in-law also mentioned that Jiang Wuchen's sword control skills were also learned in Tianquan Cave.

Presumably, there must be an expert there.

"What did Zhang Tianshi tell you about the decline of Cangyun Temple?" Sang Luo asked.

Jiang Wuchen put his hands on his hips, raised his head and closed his eyes, thinking carefully in his mind.

"Zhang Tianshi didn't tell me too much. It seems that most of the capable disciples of Cangyun Temple have been poached by another practice organization, and the rest are crooked melons with no talent, so their reputation is getting better and better. It's getting worse."

"What else to say, the founder of Cangyun Sect's misbehavior will sooner or later be taken over by the enemy. Guess what happened? Three years ago, Cangyun Temple was really taken over by others. All Taoist priests died unexpectedly!"