Shen Wuyang shook his head, with a silly look in his eyes, "I don't know."
"Ten Halls of Hell, Six Case Merit Cao, Reincarnation Division, Judgment Division, Yin Cao Division, Yin Ghost Envoy, Soul Holder, Demon Underworld Envoy, Soul Holder, seven, seven, eight or eight, there are more than three thousand in total."
"Huh?" When Shen Wuyang heard this, he was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped on the table.
"What's this? Not only do I have to worry about where next month's salary will come from, I also have to worry about when the salary I owe for more than half a year will be paid back."
Sang Luo had a wry smile on her face. She felt like there was a huge mountain on her back, weighing her down so much that she couldn't breathe.
"It turns out that the ghosts and gods in the underworld are also short of money."
Wuyou came over with freshly cooked plain noodles. After placing the noodle bowls, she said:
"Master, you look a bit like our human house slave, the card slave."
Sang Luo grinned and made a smile that was uglier than crying, "There is no way, there is an economic crisis in the underworld now."
Shen Wuyang felt a little sad when he saw Sang Luo like this, "Master, how can we get you out of the economic crisis as soon as possible?"
Sang Luo pointed to the big cauldron standing in front of the temple, and then said: "Let more people come to the temple and fill it with incense."
After Wuyou heard this, he felt particularly novel, "So incense can be converted into money in the underworld?"
Sang Luo nodded.
Shen Wuyang looked at the cauldron at the door and fell into deep thought.
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After a whole night of brewing, it finally started pouring rain in Cangyun Mountain in the early morning.
The rain was pouring, pouring down like a bursting river, and python-like lightning passed through the wooden window panes of the dormitory, waking Sang Luo up again and again while lying on the bed.
She didn't sleep well all night.
The next day, I rarely slept in.
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when Sang Luo got up.
She dragged her body, which was sore and heavy after a long sleep, to open the viewing door.
As a result, there were a bunch of pilgrims lining up in the rain in front of the temple.
Although the rain during the day is not as heavy as it was in the early morning, you still need to hold an umbrella.
The pilgrims, holding incense in their right hands and umbrellas in their left hands, stood at the door in an orderly manner, waiting for the sanguine to fall.
As soon as Sang Luo opened the door, pilgrims immediately rushed in.
"Master! Please save my daughter. She went to the river to catch fish last night and fell ill when she came back and talked nonsense all night."
"Master! Please save my wife. She drove to the suburbs in the middle of the night last night. As a result, she kept hitting the wall when she got home. She was knocked unconscious."
"Master! Please save my old mother. She went to weed the fields yesterday, but as soon as she got home, she picked up a hoe and beat people everywhere."
"..."
Sang Luo felt dizzy as he listened to these pilgrims chattering and talking to themselves.
"Come one by one! Don't be impatient." Sang Luo shouted at the top of his lungs before calming down the noisy pilgrims present.
Seeing the displeasure on the master's face, the pilgrims quickly shut up, fearing that they would offend the master and not help them exorcise ghosts.
Sang Luo stretched his neck and carefully counted the number of people present. There were about fifty or sixty people.
It was still raining lightly now, so they might get wet if they were kept waiting outside.
"Everyone, turn left and go to the dining hall, where you can take shelter from the rain. I will come later to solve everyone's problems one by one."
Sang Luo stretched out his right index finger and pointed at the house on the left.
After Sang Luo finished speaking, the pilgrims all swarmed into the dining hall.
"Son, hurry up! If you go late, you have to take pictures from behind."
"Husband, hurry up, we have to be the first to see it."
Sang Luo looked at the backs of the pilgrims crowding into the dining hall, feeling extremely confused in his heart.
In the past few days, if one pilgrim came to offer incense every day, it would be considered a "peak of incense".
Why did so many pilgrims come as soon as the door opened today?
Moreover, it was all caused by family members.
Could it be that the thunder and lightning that struck out all those evil things last night?
Just weird.
Overnight, the whole city became haunted.
Sang Luo returned to the dormitory, washed his face with a basin of water, then tied his black hair on top of his head with a peach wood hairpin and tied it into a bun.
After washing up, she walked around the temple.
No trace of Wuyou or Shen Wuyang was found.
With doubts on her head, she walked into the dining hall.
In the niche of the dining hall, Thuja incense is used to offer the Stove Lord.
The aroma of Thuja has a calming effect, so the anxious pilgrims became much quieter as soon as they arrived at the dining hall.
Such a solemn environment and atmosphere will make people unconsciously put down their impetuousness and talk softly.
Sang Luo was quite satisfied to see that everyone was still quiet.
She pulled a table across the front row of the entrance to the dining hall, moved a stool to sit down, and placed the illuminated magical tools and amulets she had prepared in her hands on the corner of the table.
She folded her hands on the table and said calmly, "Come on, start from the first place."
Sang Luo pointed to the father and daughter sitting at the table in Chapter 1 on the left.
After the man heard this, he immediately stood up, held his ten-year-old daughter in his arms and sat down opposite Sang Luo.
"Master, my daughter followed her brother to catch night fish in the middle of the night yesterday. Unexpectedly, she kept having a fever after she came back and kept talking nonsense."
"Say...what are you talking about? Help me, I'm so cold. Then I quickly covered her with a thick quilt and lit the stove. As a result, she still kept talking nonsense. Her fever has not gone away yet. "
The middle-aged man had a dark face, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, and his brows were knitted tightly.
Sang Luo reached out and touched the girl in the man's arms. She was as hot as a little sun.
Then, she opened the girl's eyelids again.
Finally, he said, "Your daughter is haunted by a water ghost."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he was very anxious, "Oh, what should I do? This, this... I heard that the water ghost is looking for someone to find a substitute. My daughter was found by the water ghost. She is Aren’t you going to survive?”
Sang Luo shook his head, "No! This ghost has no ill intentions towards your children."
As he spoke, Sang Luo calculated carefully with his fingers, and a flash of anger suddenly flashed in his eyes, "Did your son catch a corpse while fishing last night?"
The middle-aged man looked confused and stuttered a little, "I...I don't know. I'll call him and ask him right now!"
With that said, the middle-aged man dialed his eldest son's phone number.
"Hey! Did you catch a corpse while fishing last night?"
The man on the other side of the phone was obviously in a daze, "Corpse? What corpse?"
"I came to Cangyun Temple. Master said that you caught a corpse while fishing last night! It must be that corpse that found your sister!"
"Oh!! Yes, yes! I seemed to have caught a corpse last night, but I couldn't bear to part with the nest I had made so hard, so I thought I would call the police after I finished fishing! But after I finished fishing, I accidentally forget."
(End of chapter)
