Faced with Aotian's inquiry, Sang Luo did not answer directly, but said coldly:
"Why don't you find out if you turn yourself in and give it a try? Why ask so many questions?"
"Master, don't be angry. I didn't mean to disbelieve you."
Aotian thought that Sang Luo spoke to him in this tone because he didn't believe her, so he was unhappy, so he hurriedly waved his hand to explain.
After explaining, he sighed again, "Hey, I just want to ask this question. Master, I will surrender now!"
Then, Aotian hung up the connection, went out and went straight to the Civil Guard Bureau.
Netizens in the live broadcast room felt indignant about this.
[This kind of scumbag can still live well in this world after harming so many people]
[Those infant spirits let him go so easily]
【It’s true that the sky has no eyes】
[Good people don’t live long, but disasters last for thousands of years.]
Sang Luo couldn't help but smile when he saw the indignant complaints and lamentations from netizens in the live broadcast room.
She took the last bite of the melon in the rind and spit out the black seeds. "I didn't just say that the five infant spirits would let him go. This is for you to understand."
【ah? But didn’t Master just say that as long as he knows how to repent and is willing to surrender, he can still be saved? 】
[Yes, he has already surrendered]
Sang Luo threw the melon rind in his hand into the trash can at the corner of the table, then picked up a towel and wiped his hands.
"What I'm saying is, repent and surrender, and he can still be saved. Repentance comes first, surrender comes last."
"But until the last second when he left the live broadcast room to surrender, he showed no remorse. He only cared about whether he would be sentenced to death. Don't worry, those five infant spirits will not let him go. "
【So that's what happened】
[It seems that the sky still has eyes]
[I wish him to go to the eighteenth level of hell after death]
"Okay, let me open a lucky bag and wait for the next lucky person."
Sang Luo didn't say much more about Aotian. That kind of person was really not worth her wasting too much time on.
After saying that, she hung up a lucky bag.
Thirty seconds later, the lucky bag opened.
【Ah ah ah! I tried to grab it ten times but still didn’t get it]
[The hands are so dark! I don’t know how long it will take before I can find a master to calculate the divination if this continues]
[Look carefully, there are hundreds of thousands of people in the live broadcast room, I never sign up in the hope of grabbing it]
[Master, can you add another hexagram? Two hexagrams per day are too few, other live broadcast rooms only have four hexagrams]
As soon as the lucky bag was opened, there was another roar in the live broadcast room, everyone complained that the lucky bag was difficult to grab.
After seeing this, Sang Luo felt that this was a good opportunity to promote his Taoist temple, so he quickly said:
"Of course it is possible to add one hexagram. However, I only hold a live broadcast once a week, and only three hexagrams are calculated each time. The chance of you being able to grab it is still very slim."
"So, I recommend that everyone come to Cangyun Temple to come directly to me for fortune telling. I guard the temple every day, and I have five hexagrams every day. And grabbing the lucky bags in the live broadcast room relies on metaphysics, but if you come to the temple, you just need to queue up If you’re at the front of the queue, it counts.”
"And, starting from next month, Guanli will provide free vegetarian meals to fifty pilgrims every day. After offering incense, everyone can also have a vegetarian meal and visit the ancient town at the foot of the mountain."
【Ah ah ah! After waiting for a long time, the master’s dining hall is finally built! 】
[Great, I will definitely come when the dining hall opens next month]
[This is great for Africans like us who have lived for thousands of years]
【yes! Although my luck is not as good as theirs, I am a fast mountain climber, so I will definitely be the first one! 】
Sang Luo smiled and said, "Let's just say that, on the 1st of next month, the dining hall in the temple will open fasting meals for the first time. Everyone must come to the temple to offer incense."
Netizens in the live broadcast room were immersed in the joy of offline fortune-telling opportunities.
At this time, a message passed silently on the public screen.
【Is anyone looking at me? Am I the one who won the lucky bag? 】
[Ah hahaha, I actually forgot about him]
【Let us welcome this destined person together】
After Sang Luo saw this message, she looked at the lower right corner. It turned out that this netizen named Du Ziteng had applied for a connection for a long time, but she had not been connected.
She quickly clicked to agree to the connection, and the screen split into two.
A middle-aged man with shoulder-length curly hair, parted in the middle, appeared on the screen. He looked a bit decadent and artistic, like an artist.
[Du Ziteng sent a goddess to come]
【! ! Why did Du Ziteng come to the live broadcast room? My childhood male god]
[Oh my God, I actually saw the missing person Big Belly Man here! What a great return to my youth! 】
[Is this old man famous? Why don't I recognize him? 】
[Those who don’t know him must be little kids. More than ten years ago, Du Ziteng was a prodigy in the music industry]
[Although, his name is so funny, hahaha, my stomach hurts]
Although Sang Luo was not a little kid, she didn't know this Du Ziteng either.
She knew a few musical prodigies.
Shi Yan, Shi Juan, Gao Jianli and Boya were all well-known in her time.
"I would like to ask this destined person, what do you want to calculate?"
Du Ziteng's right hand slid from his forehead through the roots of his hair to the back of his head, smoothing his long hair that was the trademark of a young man.
Then he said: "I want to take care of my deceased wife. I want to know if she is too lonely when she is alone underground?"
After hearing this, Sang Luo was a little confused, "How do you say this?"
Du Ziteng leaned back on the seat, crossed his fingers, and put his hands on his stomach.
"I have been dreaming about my wife every night during this period. I think it must be because she missed me so much that she came to meet me in my dream."
When he said this, Du Ziteng's eyes were full of sadness and affection, and he looked depressed, which made netizens in the live broadcast room feel distressed.
[God, he looks like he really loves his wife]
[Hey, it’s better to be a singer than before. You need professional skills and good character. Unlike those in the entertainment industry today, who appear to be single but secretly have a child]
[Pfft, I suggest you don’t be deceived by Brother Dadu. Anyone who knows Brother Dadu knows that his eyes are as affectionate as those of dogs. 】
[Moreover, he will always only love his ex. Even though he misses his late wife so much now, when his wife was still alive, he also missed his ex-girlfriend every day]
【ah? Is this the legendary affectionate scumbag? 】
After Sang Luo read the netizens' description of Du Ziteng's past in the live broadcast room, she raised her head and observed Du Ziteng's face carefully.
The lying silkworm is fat, has many peach blossoms, eyes full of autumn water, is sentimental and easily sad, and has lower lips everted and a lustful heart.
Fortunately, he has thick earlobes and a fleshy nose. Although he is sentimental, he is not a bad person.
"What was the content of your dream?" Sang Luo asked.
Du Ziteng lowered his eyes, and a teardrop fell from the corner of his eye.
(End of chapter)
