Not long after the curator left, Wang Ju suddenly called.
"The Luo Tian Dajiao starts tomorrow. You, the boss who funded it, must be there on time!"
Even through the phone, I could hear his yin and yang aura.
The tit-for-tat confrontation between us last time will probably be remembered by him for the rest of his life.
After hanging up the phone, Ji Canghai moved the tables, chairs and benches and asked.
"If you go tomorrow, will he press for debts on the spot?"
"Last time..."
Ji Canghai cooed at me: "Help me."
While we were lifting the table, he continued: "You offended him so much last time, he will definitely not make you look good."
Ji Canghai's guess makes sense.
After all, Wang Ju is not a good person.
I still have value in Changchun Club, and he will definitely not get rid of me for a while.
However, this does not mean that he will not embarrass me in public.
"Let's talk about it, let's go take a look tomorrow."
The next morning, I wanted to go to Torch Square with Ji Canghai.
But when I opened my eyes, his bed was empty.
I tried to shout a few words, but no one answered.
"Bah bang bang."
At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor.
I turned my head and saw Ji Canghai running back in a hurry, wearing sportswear.
"Oh my god!"
When Ji Canghai saw me, he jumped back like a rabbit, obviously startled.
"Why are you here?"
Seeing his frightened look, I became even more confused.
"What did you do so early in the morning?"
"Ahem."
Ji Canghai patted his chest: "Morning exercise."
I tilted my head and saw that there was a cut of about half an inch on his ear.
The wound has not yet scabbed over, and it looks like a fresh injury.
I raised my hand to touch his ear: "How did you do this?"
Ji Canghai immediately stepped back and responded: "Ah, it was scratched by the branches."
He looks very strange like this.
"Let's go, wash your face and get ready to go out."
Along the way, I couldn't help but look at the injury behind Ji Canghai's ear, always feeling that something was strange.
When we arrived at Torch Square, it was less than 8 o'clock.
Far away, I saw a large group of Taoist priests wearing yellow robes.
I took a closer look and saw that there were many Buddhist masters wearing purple high-gong robes.
Highly skilled sutra masters are definitely rare things in Taoist temples. There are only three or two in large-scale Taoist temples.
Wang Ju is indeed very capable, having managed such a big battle.
However, when I took a closer look, it was different from what I thought.
In front of the foreign-style building, most of them were Taoist priests, with a few people joining in the fun here and there.
This is very abnormal.
Whether in terms of scale or content, the macro level of Luotian Dajiao is definitely second to none.
At the *** site, there will be sutra masters reciting all Taoist classics, and they will also invite the thirty-three gods and Buddhas.
It stands to reason that the place should have been filled up long ago by the faithful men and women who gathered to watch Suixi's meritorious deeds.
Moreover, behind me is the most prosperous business district, with people coming and going, and it is very lively.
Even if the Monan people don't believe in Taoism, it's strange enough for so many Taoist priests to gather here.
Even if you come to join in the fun, you will still watch it for a while, right?
No matter from any angle, it shouldn't be so sparsely populated.
I can't help but think of what Liu Hao said to me last night.
He said that the Taoist priests in Monan are all expensive, with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands being common.
Tsk.
I have reason to suspect that the reputation of Taoism has become so bad that people in Monan are no longer willing to believe in it.
I sighed silently: If faith loses the piety of believers, this is not a tragedy, but a disaster...
