Not long after the curator left, Wang Ju's phone suddenly called.

"Luo Tian Dajiao starts tomorrow, and your boss who contributed to the fund must be there on time!"

On the phone, I could hear his weird yin and yang.

Last time we had a-for-tat confrontation, I'm afraid he can remember it for a lifetime.

After hanging up the phone, Ji Canghai moved the table, chair and bench with a sigh, and asked.

"If you go tomorrow, will he force the debt on the spot?"

"Last ......"

Ji Canghai pouted at me: "Take a hand."

As we lifted the table, he continued, "You offended him enough last time, and he won't make you look good."

Ji Canghai's guess makes sense.

After all, Wang Ju is not a great good person.

I'm still valuable in the Ivy Society, and he certainly won't get rid of me for a moment.

But that doesn't mean he won't embarrass me in full view.

"Besides, I'll see it tomorrow."

The next morning, I wanted to go to Torch Square with Ji Canghai.

But when I opened my eyes, his bed was empty.

I tentatively shouted a few words, but no one answered.

"Bang bang."

Just then, there was a rush of footsteps in the hallway.

I tilted my head to see that Ji Canghai was wearing sportswear and hurriedly ran back.

"Oh!"

When Ji Canghai saw me, he jumped back like a rabbit, obviously startled.

"Why are you here?"

Looking at his frightened appearance, I was even more puzzled.

"What are you doing early in the morning?"

"Ahem."

Ji Canghai patted his chest: "Morning exercise."

I tilted my head to see that there was a wound about half an inch on his ear.

The wound has not yet scabbed, and it looks like a new injury.

I raised my hand to touch his ear, "What the hell is this?"

Ji Canghai immediately flashed back, and responded, "Ah, the branches are scraped."

He looks weird.

"Let's go, wash our faces, and get ready to go out."

Along the way, I couldn't help but look at the injury behind Ji Canghai's ear, and I always felt that something was weird.

By the time we arrived at Torch Square, it was not yet 8 o'clock.

Far away, I saw a large group of Taoist priests wearing yellow Taoist robes.

When I looked closely, there were still many scripture teachers wearing purple high-gong robes.

The high-level master is definitely a rarity in the Taoist temple, and there are only three or two large-scale Taoist temples.

Wang Ju's ability is indeed not small, and he has made such a big battle.

However, when I got closer, it was not quite what I thought.

In front of the western-style building, most of them are Taoist priests, and there are a few people who join in the fun.

It's unusual.

Whether in terms of scale or content, the macro degree of Luo Tian Dajiao is absolutely second to none.

At the scene, there will be scripture teachers reciting all Taoist classics, and there will also be 33 days of gods and Buddhas.

It stands to reason that the good men and women who are watching the merits of rejoicing should have filled this place a long time ago.

Moreover, behind me is the most prosperous business district, where people come and go, and it is very lively.

Even if the people of Mo Nan don't believe in Taoism, it is strange enough that so many Taoist priests are gathered here.

Even if you come to join in the fun, you'll watch it here for a while, right?

In every sense of the word, it shouldn't be so sparsely populated.

I can't help but think of what Liu Hao said to me last night.

He said that the Taoist priests in Mo Nan are all expensive, and tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands are commonplace.

Tut.

I have reason to suspect that the reputation of Taoism has become stinky, and the people of Mo Nan are not willing to believe it anymore.

I sighed silently: if the faith loses the piety of its believers, it will not be a sorrow, but a catastrophe......