When Sang Luo returned to the temple, it was already six or seven in the evening.
The weather in autumn gets darker earlier than in summer.
Sang Luo climbed up the stone steps step by step in the hazy night before the approaching night, with a slight cold wind on his body.
Although it was getting late, there were still seven or eight pilgrims in the temple offering incense and praying for blessings.
Shen Wuyang ran back and forth in various temples, busy adding sesame oil, cleaning up the ashes, replenishing the incense sticks, and replacing the offerings with new ones.
Sang Luo didn't shout to Shen Wuyang loudly, but walked to the statue silently, took out the grapes and snow pears from the porcelain plate on the table, then picked up a few fresh fruits from the bamboo basket on the ground, and added more Go in.
At this time, Shen Wuyang happened to finish cleaning the ashes in the incense burner and raised his head to see Sang Luo.
"Master, why are you back? How is the situation at the hospital?"
After Sang Luo heard Shen Wuyang's inquiry, he remembered that Xue Maning was still lying in the hospital and might become a vegetative state at any time.
Thinking of this, she added a little more worry. If Xue Manying really couldn't wake up, would she have to take full responsibility for taking care of Xue Manying?
Xue Maning's destiny has been obscured. If she, like him, is a god who comes to the mortal world to experience difficulties, he, as a colleague, should help her through this disaster.
If she is a key figure who was born into the world as arranged by Heaven to change the direction of mankind, then she should shoulder this responsibility and find a way to revive Xue Manying so that she can wake up quickly and shoulder the arduous task of promoting the development of human society.
What's more, in name, she is also Xue Maning's grandma.
No matter which angle you think about it, she seems to take this responsibility as a matter of course.
Seeing that Sang Luo was lost in thought, Shen Wuyang didn't answer his question and called Sang Luo loudly again.
Only then did Sang Luo wake up from his thoughts.
"Oh, the situation over there is not good. The doctor said that after a few days of observation, if he still doesn't wake up, he will have to be taken back to Guanli to recuperate."
Shen Wuyang himself was a holy father and could not see the suffering in the world, so after Sang Luo said these words, he did not ask too much, he just felt that this was what he should do.
Wuyou is not in the temple, so Sang Luo has no choice but to cook by himself.
After a busy day during the day, she felt exhausted, so she washed and chopped the remaining ingredients in the cupboard and made a big pot of stew.
Although the stew is simple, the aroma of the various ingredients cooked together is not bad at all.
When it was almost cooked, she threw in some more noodles, cooked them into a pot of noodles, and then took them out.
Shen Wuyang ran over after smelling the fragrance.
He happily picked up a bowl of noodles and walked out of the kitchen. As he walked, he didn't forget to slap a rainbow fart, "The noodles cooked by Master are the most delicious noodles I have ever eaten!"
After Sang Luo took out the noodles, he poured a ladle of water into the pot and soaked it up.
She picked up the noodle bowl on the stove and was about to leave.
A puff of green smoke suddenly rose from the niche where the Stove Lord was placed on the stove.
Sang Luo couldn't help but be a little confused. She had no interaction with the Stove Lord on weekdays, so what was wrong with her suddenly?
After the green smoke dissipated, a yellow envelope appeared in front of the Stove Lord's statue, with black gas still billowing from it.
This envelope was very familiar to her. It was the document used by Lord Taishan when he issued orders to them.
The Stove Lord belongs to the Earthly Immortal, and he doesn't have many opportunities to go to heaven on weekdays, but he likes to please the Lord Taishan who lives in the underworld.
That's why the document from Lord Taishan was sent from Lord Zao.
She quickly put down the bowl in her hand and picked up the envelope in the alcove.
Not everyone can open Taishan Fujun's envelope, and the black air on it is a confidentiality measure to prevent others from opening the envelope and seeing the secret.
Sang Luo used the inner strength in his palm and swept the surface of the envelope, and the black energy dissipated.
She opened the envelope and checked the new order from Lord Qifu.
It turns out that Lord Taishan wanted to connect the underworld to the Internet to solve the problem of ghosts wandering around and fighting with nothing to do.
Since she does live broadcasts in the human world and is relatively familiar with the Internet, she wants to use the area under her jurisdiction as a pilot project and connect the ghost town under her jurisdiction to the Internet first.
To see the effects.
However, for this pilot project, Taishan Prefecture did not give her any money. He only sent her a few ghosts from the technology research and development department to help her set up network cables for the underworld.
After reading it, she took a deep breath and put the letter back into her pocket.
This pilot mission is both a challenge and an opportunity for her.
If she can complete this mission very well, then she will be the one to be named the Model Ghost Town this year.
But the problem that comes with it is that her expenses for building a network will increase, and her financial burden will only become heavier.
However, judging from the current situation, the popularity of Guanli is gradually becoming stronger, plus she can also make some money from the secret room and live broadcast, so the problem must not be too big.
After Xue Maning's affairs were properly arranged, she would go back to the underworld to take a look and discuss the details of connecting the underworld with the few technical research and development ghosts.
After Sang Luo had dinner, he went to bed early.
The next day came Friday again.
It’s time to go live.
After she finished her breakfast, she locked herself in the computer room and started her new round of live broadcast.
[After waiting for a long time, I finally waited until today! 】
[After dreaming for a long time, I finally dreamed of the master]
[Is this Master Yunze who solved two cases in one day? 】
【is her! That's her! 】
Sang Luo looked at the netizens in the live broadcast room, making fun of each other as if they were talking about cross talk, and said calmly: "Today is the same as usual, we have three lucky bags for everyone to draw."
After saying that, Sang Luo immediately released the first lucky bag for everyone to grab.
【Oh! No chance again]
[If you don’t get it, you don’t get it. Just treat it as a show]
[Let’s invite the next victim]
[Let’s take a look at the story of the next great injustice]
Due to the special nature of fortune-telling live broadcast rooms, most of the people who come to fortune-telling are people with life worries. Therefore, many fans of the live broadcast room have concluded a rule that those who come to fortune-telling must be people with all kinds of weird stories.
They joked that these people were the worst offenders.
[A small fish brought a goddess to come]
[Such a cute name must be for a girl]
[This little fish should be an old fan, so he just buys gifts when he comes up]
Sang Luo also received a video connection application in the background, and she clicked to agree.
The screen was split in two, and a young man with a decent appearance and a delicate hairstyle appeared on the screen. He grinned widely and greeted Sang Luo.
"Hello, Master! I am your old fan, and I will grab every lucky bag you give out. I didn't expect that I would win this time."
A small fish is obviously very outgoing and talkative.
Sang Luo nodded, "What's the main reason you came here today?"
A little fish picked his head and said, "I don't seem to have any worries. My work goes smoothly, my family is harmonious, and the most important thing is that my father is rich! I don't have to worry about my career."
"If I had to do the math, it would be my six girlfriends that really bother me. Can you help me do the math?"
