Sang Luo took the broom and walked to the last temple in the east. As soon as she opened the door, the sight in front of her made her extremely confused.
There are no idols in this temple.
But it is larger than the main hall. The materials used in the railings of this temple and the furnishings in the hall are much higher than those in the previous ones.
For some reason, there is not a single statue of the god.
It's so abnormal.
Sang Luo walked around the hall and finally found a black wooden box and a scroll of paintings under the altar table.
The box was empty.
The scroll unfolded, revealing a graceful and graceful woman in Tsing Yi, wearing a golden sunflower mask on her face. There were several large footprints on the portrait that had been stepped on.
Sang Luo picked up the box and looked at it. The pattern on the box was the same as the woman's mask in the painting.
Presumably this box is used to store masks.
An idea flashed through Sang Luo's mind at that moment. The group of people who killed the old temple master came here just for the mask in the box.
Sang Luo put the box away, picked up the portrait and looked around, and found a wooden nail in the middle of the wall.
This painting must have been enshrined here originally. Sang Luo hung the portrait on a wooden nail.
This woman should have made a huge contribution to this Taoist temple, so she was enshrined in the temple for generations.
After Sang Luo hung the portrait, he left.
The morning sun slowly rose, and Cangyun Mountain was enveloped in a layer of golden light. Sang Luo stood in front of the view with a teacup in hand, and took a deep breath of the morning air with the scent of dew.
Da da da
A burst of footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer to Cangyun Temple.
"Why is this broken Taoist temple built in such a deep mountain?" A young woman's soft voice came from the stone steps, "Where did you hear about the gods and spirits here? I didn't see a few pilgrims along the way. Don't you think so? Have you been cheated?"
"Mr. An from Qianqian Food said that. Mr. An is my old customer. Can you lie to me?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse, and he sounded like he was forty or fifty years old.
"Mr. An, Mr. An, you have been hanging out with her all day long. Are you trying to take over? I think this Taoist temple is in tatters. It doesn't look like a real god. Maybe An Ran made it up."
"What do you, a woman, know? The Taoist temples in remote mountains and sparsely populated areas are more spiritual!"
The two of them were talking to each other, and the quiet and peaceful scenery of the mountains and forests in the early morning was disturbed.
Sang Luo walked to the last step, lowered his head and looked down, "No loud noises are allowed inside the temple."
The two people at the bottom of the steps looked up after hearing the sound.
I saw a young woman in her early twenties standing in front of the audience. She was wearing a plain dress and had a peach wood hairpin tied into a bun on her head.
The rising red sun shines directly on her. She is covered in golden light and is independent from the world, as if a true god has come to the world.
When the middle-aged man saw Sang Luo, he couldn't restrain the joy in his eyes. He clasped his hands and bowed quickly, "Oh my, I have met a real god today."
The delicate woman snorted, "Where can there be such a young true immortal? I look more like an eye-catching Internet celebrity. What is the name of that word that is very popular recently? Dao... Daoyuan!"
"Shua——"
Sang Luo splashed the water in the tea cup on the young woman's face.
"Ah!!!!" The young woman was so angry that Sang Luo's cup of tea stained her eye makeup, "What are you doing!"
Sang Luo raised his eyebrows, "You are not welcome here, please leave."
"Just leave! Who cares?" The delicate woman turned around and started to go down the mountain.
But the middle-aged man next to her had no such plans.
As soon as he let go of the woman's hand, he jumped up the steps with his hips and caught up with Sang Luo. The delicate woman was left alone on the stone steps.
"Master, don't leave! Master, don't leave! She is ignorant! She offended the master, but I am sincerely here to worship the master. Do you know Mr. An Ranan? She introduced me here."
The middle-aged man eagerly apologized.
Sang Luo stopped, paused on the spot, and then turned around, "If it weren't for An Ran, I wouldn't even see you."
The middle-aged man quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, she's just ignorant."
Sang Luo snorted coldly, "I see you are quite ignorant. How dare you bring a wild woman with no status outside here? The people worshiping in the temple are all gods, so you are not afraid of retribution!" "
The middle-aged man was speechless by Sang Luo's words and could only stand there and laugh.
The delicate woman stepped on her high heels and walked up, "What did you say? I've never heard that a man can't take his mistress to a temple!"
Sang Luo looked at the delicate woman coldly, his eyes as cold as a lake of ice.
How shameless.
The middle-aged man saw that something was wrong with Sang Luo's face, and hurried to the steps before Sang Luo could say anything.
Two blows knocked the delicate woman down, "Just wait for me below! Don't be embarrassed in front of all the gods!"
The delicate woman looked at the middle-aged man fiercely, her upper and lower rows of teeth gritted loudly, and her lungs were about to explode with anger.
But she didn't dare to have an attack. She didn't want to lose her sponsor yet, so she had to stand there and wait.
Sang Luo sat at the wooden table on the lawn in front of the temple. He picked up the teapot, poured himself another cup of tea, and pointed to the small wooden stool opposite, "Sit down."
The man sat down happily, took out a business card from his jacket pocket, and handed it to Sang Luo: "Master, my name is Zhou Zhang, I am fifty-three years old, and I am from the Xiaohaha Group... .”
"No need to introduce yourself, just tell me why you're here." Sang Luo interrupted Zhou Zhang's ramblings.
Zhou Zhang nodded, "I mainly want to calculate whether I am destined to have a son." After speaking, he took out a small note and handed it to Sang Luo.
Sang Luo picked up the small piece of paper and looked at it. It was Zhou Zhang's birth date.
"The Zhengguan of Shiqian is high and transparent, and the Yue Ling has strong roots and wealth. When he was born, Zhengguan of Shiqian was born. Seven kills were not seen in the whole plate, and even Zanggan did not appear. Therefore, you will not have a son."
When Zhou Zhang heard this, his lips couldn't help but tremble, "Seriously?"
If he has no son, who will inherit his family fortune?
Sang Luo nodded, "The daughter your wife gave you is very talented and has a talent for business. Besides, you are destined to be rich and powerful, so this daughter is also very helpful to you. She will take over the family business." , will only make the company better and better.”
When Zhou Zhang heard Sang Luo's words, he felt a little more comforted. His daughter was capable and could carry forward the family business, so he was naturally happy.
But at the same time, there is also a bit of regret. Since ancient times, sons have inherited the inheritance from their fathers. No matter how capable his daughter is, he always feels that something is missing.
Sang Luo saw through Zhou Zhang's heart, so he added: "Isn't my daughter also your own flesh and blood? In this age, do you still care about sons to carry on the family line?"
She, who is three thousand years old, is not as feudal as these people.
