After netizens in the live broadcast room posted the name of Maplewood Hotel on the public screen, Xiao Lizi realized that he had just said the wrong thing.
She swallowed and pretended to be calm and said, "Don't make wild guesses. It's not the Maplewood Hotel at all. The Maplewood Hotel has already asked a master to perform rituals. How could it be haunted?"
She thought she could excuse her hotel by saying this, but she didn't know that her explanation would only make netizens more certain that the haunted hotel was Maplewood.
[Urgent, urgent, it looks like it’s the Maplewood Hotel]
[Sister, the more you describe, the darker you become! 】
[If you are not a staff member of Maplewood Hotel, you should follow the advice of netizens and pour sewage into Maplewood Hotel]
Only then did Xiaolizi realize that talking too much will lead to loss, so he kept silent and stopped explaining too much.
"Master, are you free tomorrow? At six o'clock in the afternoon, I have to trouble you to come to the hotel in person."
Sang Luo agreed without thinking. She had to earn the huge sum of money brought to her door no matter what.
[Master, you have to think about it! Those ghosts at the Maplewood Hotel are very resentful! Many people died or were injured after living there! They are all evil spirits]
[The perverted murderer knocked on the door one by one and killed dozens of residents in one night. How can he not be so resentful?]
[Since then, the business of Maplewood Hotel has been very bleak, and maybe only foreigners who don’t know the truth are willing to stay there]
[I heard that the masters who were invited by the Maplewood Hotel to catch ghosts sealed their boxes and quit working after they came back]
After seeing the popular science among netizens in the live broadcast room, Sang Luo understood why the Maplewood Hotel was willing to pay millions to hire people to catch ghosts. It turned out that this was not an easy job.
However, this did not dissuade her, but made her more convinced that she was determined to make this trip.
Is it okay for dozens of dead souls to wander around in the human world and harm people instead of going to the underworld to be reincarnated?
She remembered a book she had read that said:
An isolated individual will not burn down a palace or loot a shop when he is alone, and even if he is tempted to do so, he will be able to resist it.
But as long as they gather in a group, the individual will realize the power given to him by the number, which is enough to make him have the idea of murder and plunder, and he will immediately succumb to this temptation.
Ghosts and humans are the same.
When he is a ghost, he will be afraid and will be more cautious when doing evil.
But when a group of ghosts gather together, they will form great resentment and harm humans without any scruples.
Sang Luo smiled, "What are you afraid of? The devil is as high as one foot, and the Tao is as high as one foot."
[Master, you really want money rather than life]
[I believe in Master Yunze! She can definitely capture those evil spirits]
【Why! I'm really worried that after the master leaves, he will be like other masters and stop working when he comes back. 】
[If Master quits the Internet, my happiness will be gone]
Despite the obstruction and persuasion of many netizens, Sang Luo resolutely agreed to Xiaolizi's invitation, and then hung up the live broadcast amid repeated pleas to stay.
Autumn has arrived in the blink of an eye, the green trees have become colorful, the layers of forest are dyed, and the fallen leaves are flying.
Just like before, Sang Luo immediately came to the small lawn in front of the temple after sowing and looked at the beautiful scenery of the mountains.
She stretched out her right hand and counted the time with her fingers.
In the blink of an eye, it has been three months since she came to this world.
Before coming here, she owed Hell Ghost a total of half a year's salary, and now she has paid back three months.
Now, she still has three months of salary left to pay, which requires a total of 1.3 billion Ming coins, which is 13 million RMB.
She took out her mobile phone and clicked on the backend wallet function of the Whale Platform. She had not withdrawn cash for a long time. When she opened it, there was a gift share of one million.
She clicked on the text message again and checked the incense money received in her bank card in the past few days. The total was three million.
There is still 9 million left to settle the arrears of wages.
In fact, if it hadn't cost 10 million to dredge the Wangchuan River, she would have paid off her debt by now.
Thinking of this, Sang Luo couldn't help but worry a little, whether the underworld would suddenly have other places that needed to spend money.
She must work harder to make money so that she can cope with unexpected events.
The live broadcast lasted for two or three months, and a total of one million gifts were earned, but in just a few days, three million incense money could be earned.
The best way to make money is through incense.
Only by re-establishing the reputation of Cangyun Temple can she sit back and relax, return to the underworld to be her Ghost Emperor, and count the incense coins while lying down.
Jiang Wuchen came out of the Taoist temple and saw Sang Luo standing in front of the temple in a daze, so he said hello: "Master, have you downloaded the live broadcast? Why are you in a daze here? Why don't you hurry up and teach me how to catch ghosts!" "
Sang Luo turned his head and rolled his eyes at Jiang Wuchen, "You should learn how to farm first. I will teach you when the time comes."
After Jiang Wuchen heard this, he was a little discouraged. He sat down on the futon, turned his head to the side, and muttered: "I have been to countless popular Taoist temples since I was a child, and I have never heard of learning mysticism before. , you must first learn to farm.”
Sang Luo frowned slightly, "I made it clear about farming before I took you in. If you don't want to, you can leave at any time during the six-month inspection period."
When Jiang Wuchen heard that Sang Luo was about to drive him away, he jumped up and said with a smile: "No, no, no, no, I'll do it, you must not drive me away!"
"Although I have traveled to many famous Taoist temples across the country to learn martial arts over the years, I have never seen anyone as powerful as Master!"
After saying that, Jiang Wuchen looked around the environment of the Taoist temple, and then said to Sang Luo: "Master, why don't you change to a more famous Taoist temple? Cangyun Temple was okay a few decades ago, but now it's too stretched. I’m not worthy of you. You can better display your skills when you are in a place where there are more pilgrims.”
After hearing Jiang Wuchen's words, Sang Luo's eyes flashed with starlight, "You are so young, how can you still know what happened decades ago?"
Jiang Wuchen smiled and said, "I don't know, but Zhang Tianshi from Tianquan Cave knows! You know Tianquan Cave, right? This is the most famous Taoist temple in the country! It receives thousands of pilgrims every day."
Tianquan Cave.
During the live broadcast, Lao Wang, who was almost killed by his brother-in-law, also mentioned that Jiang Wuchen also learned his sword control skills in Tianquan Cave.
Presumably, there must be an expert there.
"What did Master Zhang tell you about the decline of Cangyun Temple?" Sang Luo asked.
Jiang Wuchen put his hands on his hips, raised his head and closed his eyes, thinking carefully in his mind.
"Tianshi Zhang didn't tell me much. It seems that most of the capable disciples of Cangyun Temple were poached by another practice organization, and the rest are all crooked melons and jujubes without talent, so their reputation is getting worse and worse. It’s getting worse.”
"What else is there to say? The founder of Cangyun Sect's misbehavior will be taken into account by his enemies sooner or later. Guess what? Three years ago, Cangyun Temple was really taken down by a group of enemies. All the Taoist priests died!"
