The night was tormented, and everything was like an unsolvable mess that fell on me.

When I got up the next day, I slowly tore off a calendar, and my heart trembled.

Another day less.

I rubbed my face vigorously, and suddenly Ji Canghai's mantra sounded.

A living person cannot be suffocated to death.

Damn it!

Suddenly, a light flashed in my head, and I seemed to see something turn around!

I hurriedly put on my clothes, went downstairs to say hello to Uncle Ya, got up and went straight to Lion's Head Valley.

That's right, the inspiration concept of Lion's Head Gou can help me a lot!

The concept of inspiration is still in full bloom, and on the door beam, there is still a transfer notice posted loudly.

I looked up at the sign of Inspiration, and I became more and more sure that it was you!

Entering the door, the master of Zhike bowed decently, I didn't say anything polite to him, and said bluntly.

"Is your chief in charge?"

Master Zhike frowned: "Oh? Dare to ask why the donor met the master?"

I burst out laughing and snorted at the transfer notice at the door, "I'm here to get down to business, so let's stop talking about it."

"Earlier!" Zhike hurriedly stood up: "Come with me!"

The further I went, the more chilled I felt.

The method of building the concept of inspiration completely subverts the way the Taoist temple should be.

This view must be wide in front and narrow in the back, and the position of the main hall of the three Qing Dynasty should be in the middle, and the left and right side halls are in a straight line.

Only in the narrowest room of the courtyard was reserved for Taoist priests to sleep.

But the inspiration is good, and the side hall that was supposed to be dedicated to the Dharma protector has been built into a garden.

The rockery wooden bridge on the side of the road, the flowing water is roaring, and the square pavilion painted vermilion shines in the sun.

The most exaggerated thing is that on the side of the Taoist temple, there is actually a sightseeing cable car!

It's not like a Taoist temple, it's more like the private estate of a wealthy manor.

After turning a few corners, Zhike paused in front of a blue-gray courtyard.

My eyeballs almost fell out, yard within a yard?

Before, I wondered why this view of inspiration was so narrow and humiliating, but now when I look at it, I understand it all.

The places that should be built into the main hall have been built into private mansions!

Zhike looked at me slightly: "The donor is waiting here, just wait for the number to be called."

There were seven people standing in front of me, each looking in, and occasionally talking.

I looked down and twisted the gravel on my toes, but I listened to their conversation.

It is not difficult to hear that these people are all here to bid for the Taoist temple.

And, looking at it like this, you should be ready to spend a lot of money.

Behind me, there were still people standing up one after another, these people were either in suits and leather shoes, or they looked rich.

It was just me huddled in the crowd in shabby, looking out of place.

Finally, it was my turn.

Before entering, the Taoist boy at the door had a straight face and said coldly, "There are only ten minutes, from now on."

Hey!

It's a big battle!

I lifted my leg over the threshold of the advanced leg crook and strode in.

Passing by a landscape garden, I finally met the main owner.

This person was slightly chubby, wearing a snow-white robe, and his black hair was curled into a neat bun.

"You're here to talk about business, too?"

When he talked to me, he didn't look back at all, and the kettle in his hand was still slowly irrigating the flowers and plants.

Before I could speak, he threw out another sentence: "Less than three million, don't open your mouth, I'm too lazy to listen."

Good guys, that's fair enough!

Buying and selling Taoist temples, he said it so generously!

I stared at his back and asked, "How much can you negotiate?"

"There's a lot of nonsense, just leave without talking!"

"How much do you think the name of the little fairy is worth?"

I asked lightly, and he immediately froze, then turned his head to look at me, his fat cheeks, and his eyes were slit.

At this moment, I was a little confused, I wasn't sure if he was open or closed.

"Little fairy?"

The head threw the watering kettle on the bamboo shelf and sneered: "You are the little fairy of Mo Nan?"

"Exactly."

The boss plucked his ear with his index finger: "What did you just ask me about? How much is your name worth?"

"Hahaha!" He spat on the ground and crushed it with his foot: "It's worth nothing without a mouthful of phlegm from me!"

When I first appeared, my face turned red, and I only felt that my cheeks were burning with a fever.

That's not how he should have reacted!