Sang Luo shook his head, "I can't explain these things for a while. However, your father's death is indeed strange. You have to investigate carefully to know the reason behind it."
Sang Luo thought for a while, "Which hospital did your father have the surgery at? Take me to see it. I won't know the specific situation until I get to the scene."
Gao Yi was very happy when he heard that Sang Luo was going to the hospital in person to help him find out the truth. "Thank you, Master, for your help! I will come to Guanzhong to pick you up tomorrow."
Sang Luo nodded, "Okay, remember to come early."
【ah? Is there no end to this story? 】
【No, no, no! Anchor, are you going to go off the air? 】
[Can you come to the site tomorrow and give us a live broadcast? 】
[We also want to know what evil is haunting his father]
Sang Luo hesitated for a moment, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, I'll stop broadcasting today."
There were too many uncertain things tomorrow, and she didn't want to agree to it rashly.
After repeated efforts from netizens in the live broadcast room, Sang Luo closed the live broadcast room.
Today's live broadcast made her very tired, her legs were numb and her neck was sore.
After turning off the computer, Sang Luo walked out of the dormitory and went to the small lawn in front of the temple to stretch his muscles.
Looking down the mountain, the sun has already set. The setting sun has coated the continuous mountains with a layer of golden light. The gentle evening wind cannot push away the dusk clouds. The head of the wild path is buried in the wild forest, and the old crows circle the trees and cry sadly from time to time.
She had forgotten how long it had been since she had seen such a beautiful sight.
There is only a black sky that has lasted for thousands of years. There is no sun, no moon, not even a single starlight.
On the surface of the Forgotten River, endless blood lingered indefinitely, broken limbs were everywhere, and countless skeletons were floating.
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The next day, at four o'clock in the morning, Sang Luo was awakened by the sound of jingling bells in the temple.
Feeling anxious to wake up, Sang Luo walked towards the source of the sound, which came from the temple on the easternmost side.
She gently pushed the wooden door open, and Shen Wuyang was cleaning the hall and placing tributes.
Under Shen Wuyang's careful cleaning, the temple seemed to have changed its appearance. The floor was polished brightly, the table was filled with fresh fruits, a stick of incense was inserted into the incense burner, incense slowly rose, and Thuja The fragrance spreads everywhere in the temple, adding a sense of sacredness and solemnity to the originally desolate and lonely temple.
Sang Luo's face darkened, "There are no statues enshrined in this temple, so there is no need to clean it so carefully. If you are really too busy, go and clean out the dining hall and the Sutra Pavilion."
She was sleeping soundly, but who knew she would be woken up by this kid, so as soon as she caught him, she quickly vented all the anger in her heart.
When Shen Wuyang heard Sang Luo's voice, she quickly turned around and ran to Sang Luo, "Master, why did you make your own temple so scrawled?"
"My temple?" Sang Luo frowned slightly, staring at Shen Wuyang for a long time, his eyes full of doubts, and there was a hint of worry in the confusion.
"So, the woman in this portrait is me?"
Shen Wuyang saw the confusion and surprise in Sang Luo's eyes, as if she had no idea about the matter, so she felt a little frustrated.
"Master, it's okay for you to forget about me. How come you also forgot about the sect that you founded by yourself?"
Shen Wuyang lowered his head, and as he spoke, he kicked the protruding bluestone floor with the toe of his shoe.
At this moment, Sang Luo felt a strange feeling flash through her heart. The feeling was indescribable and made her feel extremely empty and lost.
"You founded the Cangyun Sect, how could you forget? What have you experienced in the past few thousand years?"
When Sang Luo heard Shen Wuyang's words, he felt a sense of sadness in his heart, "I only have memories related to Hades in my mind. I thought I was born in Hades."
In an instant, she quickly figured out why her account was associated with the incense of this Taoist temple.
It turns out that this Taoist temple was founded by herself.
In fact, not only her, but also the ghosts and gods with some status in the underworld, all the money in their accounts comes from faith and incense in the human world.
However, the accounts of other ghosts and gods are usually connected to the City God's Temple or the Ten Hells Hall. Only she is connected to a Taoist temple of unknown origin.
In these thousands of years, she has never worried about money, because this Taoist temple was very prosperous before. Just three years ago, after the last temple owner died, her money began to be very shy.
From a rich woman in the underworld, she transformed into a negative woman in the underworld in an instant.
During the most difficult time, she owed her subordinate Guicai half a year's wages, and she is still paying back the wages she owed before.
After hearing what Sang Luo said, Shen Wuyang's face was full of shock, "Master, did you go to the underworld after death? I thought you became an immortal."
Sang Luo rolled his eyes at Shen Wuyang, "What happened to the underworld? Ghosts and gods are also gods."
Seeing that Sang Luo was displeased, Shen Wuyang quickly flattered him and said, "Master is right! How magnificent are you to be a ghost and god? If you let these mortals die at the third watch, they won't live until the fifth watch! How long can these mortals live? It's not your underworld. The person who has the final say has the final say?”
After saying that, Shen Wuyang put on a flattering smile.
"How long a mortal lives, the people in the underworld have the final say..." Sang Luo repeated Shen Wuyang's words, and suddenly an idea crossed her mind.
Therefore, the incident involving Gao Yi and his father may have something to do with people from the underworld.
At about eight o'clock, Gao Yi came to Cangyun Temple with a bundle of incense in his arms.
As soon as he saw Sang Luo, he quickly bowed to express his gratitude.
"I heard that the master does live broadcasts not to make money, but to earn some incense for the Taoist temple, so I bought some incense."
As he spoke, Gao Yi took out the incense and said, "I am the same as the master in this regard. I am not investigating the truth for money, but just to find the real murderer for my father and let him rest in peace."
Gao Yi worshiped in various temples and burned incense.
At this time, Sang Luo also received an unexpected text message.
[Your debit card account, 9996, remitted a sum of money from Tiandi Bank on August 15. The current balance is 245,678 yuan. 】
Sang Luo left Shen Wuyang in the temple to guard him while he followed Gao Yi to the hospital.
As soon as we arrived at the entrance of Qingtian Hospital, a bunch of reporters rushed in, vying for interviews and filming.
Sang Luo was a little confused, "What's going on?"
Gao Yi scratched the back of his head, "I hired these reporters. Now people on the Internet are saying that I did it to extort money. I just want to prove that I am not such a person. I want all those people to see. There’s something wrong with my father’s death.”
Sang Luo was so angry at Gao Yi that he asked expressionlessly: "Do you think the hospital will still let us in after you called these reporters?"
Gao Yi smiled awkwardly, "I...I didn't think about it that much."
Sang Luo didn't say much and walked towards the hospital gate. As expected, he was stopped by the hospital's security guards.
"Our dean has said that you two are not welcome. Please leave immediately."
Gao Yi invited Sang Luo in the live broadcast room, so the director of Qingtian Hospital ordered the security guards early in the morning not to allow Sang Luo and Gao Yi to go in to avoid causing trouble again.
