It was a torturous night, and everything fell upon me like an unsolvable mess.
When I got up the next day, I slowly tore off a calendar article, and my heart trembled.
Another day missing.
I rubbed my face vigorously, and Ji Canghai's mantra suddenly sounded.
A living person cannot be choked to death by urinating.
Oh shit!
Suddenly, a light flashed in my head, and I seemed to see some turning point!
I hurriedly put on my clothes, went downstairs and said hello to Uncle Ya, got up and went straight to Shitou Gou.
Yes, the inspiration view of Shitougou can help me a lot!
Inspiration View is still very popular, and there is still a transfer notice posted on the door beam.
I looked up and stared at the sign of Inspiration View, and I became more and more certain that it was you!
After entering the door, Master Zhike bowed in a decent manner. I was not polite to him and said bluntly.
"Is your chief in charge here?"
Master Zhike frowned: "Oh? May I ask why the donor met the master?"
I laughed out loud and babbled at the transfer notice at the door: "I'm here to talk about business, so let's not talk about this."
"I told you earlier!" Zhike quickly stood up and said, "Come with me!"
The further inside I went, the more chilled I felt.
The construction method of the Inspiration Temple completely subverts what a Taoist temple should look like.
This Taoist temple must be wide in front and narrow in back. The main hall of Sanqing should be in the middle, and the left and right side halls should be arranged in a straight line.
Only the narrowest room in the courtyard is reserved for Taoist priests to sleep.
But the inspiration is good. It was supposed to be a side hall dedicated to the Dharma protector, but it was turned into a garden.
There is a rockery wooden bridge beside the road, the water flows, and the four-cornered square pavilion painted in vermilion shines in the sun.
The most exaggerated thing is that there is a sightseeing cable car on the side of the Taoist temple!
This is not like a Taoist temple, but more like a rich man's private estate.
After turning a few corners, Zhike stopped in front of a blue-gray courtyard.
My eyes almost popped out, a courtyard within a courtyard?
I used to wonder why this view of inspiration was so narrow and oppressive, but now I understand it all.
The place that should be built into a palace has been built into a private mansion!
Zhike looked at me and nodded slightly: "The donor is waiting here, just wait for his number to be called inside."
There were seven people standing in front of me, each looking in and chatting occasionally.
I lowered my head and twirled the gravel with my toes, but actually listened to their conversation.
It is not difficult to tell that these people are here to bid for the Taoist temple.
And, looking at it like this, they should all be prepared to spend a lot of money.
There are still people standing up behind me one after another. These people are either in suits or leather shoes, or they look wealthy.
I was the only one dressed in shabby clothes among the crowd, looking out of place.
Finally, it's my turn.
Before entering, the Taoist boy at the door had a straight face and said in a cold voice: "We only have ten minutes, counting from now on."
Hey!
This battle is really big!
I raised my leg and crossed the threshold of the advanced leg bend, and strode inward.
Passing by a landscape garden, I finally met the real owner.
This man was slightly fat, wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, and his black hair was tied into a neat bun.
"Are you here to discuss business too?"
When he was talking to me, he didn't look back at all. The water bottle in his hand was still slowly irrigating the flowers and plants.
Before I could say anything, he said again: "If it's less than three million, don't open your mouth. I'm too lazy to listen."
Good guy, you are so aboveboard!
He talks about buying and selling Taoist temples so generously!
I stared at his back and asked slowly: "How much does it cost for you to negotiate?"
"There's so much nonsense, let's just leave without talking!"
"How much do you think the name of a little god is worth?"
I asked lightly, and he immediately froze, then turned to look at me, his chubby cheeks, and his eyes squeezed into slits.
At this moment, I was a little confused. I wasn't sure whether he had his eyes open or closed.
"Little fairy?"
The leader threw the kettle for watering the flowers on the bamboo stand and sneered a few times: "Are you the little fairy from Monan?"
"Exactly."
The leader picked his ears with his index finger: "What did you ask me just now? How much is your name worth?"
"Hahaha!" He spat hard on the ground and crushed it with his foot: "It's not as valuable as my phlegm!"
My face turned red immediately, and I felt my heart was burning and my cheeks were burning.
He shouldn't have reacted like this!
