Sang Luo took the broom and walked to the last temple in the east, and when she opened the door, the scene in front of her made her extremely puzzled.

There are no idols in this temple.

However, it is larger than the scale of the main hall, and the materials used in the carved railings of this temple and the furnishings in the temple are much higher than those in the previous ones.

For some reason, there was not a single idol.

It's so abnormal.

Sangluo walked around the hall and finally found a black wooden box and a scroll of paintings under the offering table.

The inside of the box was empty.

The picture scroll unfolded, and it was a beautiful and graceful woman in Tsing Yi, wearing a golden sunflower mask on her face, and there were several huge footprints on the portrait, which had been stepped on.

Sang Luo picked up the box and looked at it, and the pattern on the box was the same as the woman's mask in the portrait.

Presumably, this box is used to put masks.

An idea flashed in Sang Luo's mind at the moment, the group of people who killed the old Guan Master came for the mask in this box.

Sang Luo put the box away, picked up the portrait and looked around, and found a wooden nail in the middle of the wall.

Presumably, this painting was originally enshrined here, and Sang Luo hung the portrait on a wooden nail.

This woman should have made a great contribution to this Taoist temple in the first place, so she was enshrined in the temple by the Taoist temple for generations.

After Sang Luo hung up the portrait, he left.

The morning sun slowly rose, Cangyun Mountain was shrouded in a layer of golden light, Sang Luo stood in front of the audience with a teacup, and took a deep breath of the morning air with the aroma of dew.

Da-da-da-da

A sound of footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer to Cangyun Temple.

"How can this broken Taoist temple be cultivated in this deep mountain?" A young woman's delicate voice came from under the stone steps, "Where did you hear about the fairy spirits here?" I didn't see a few pilgrims along the way, so don't you be deceived, right? ”

"Mr. An of Qianqian Food said that An is always my old customer, can you lie to me?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse, and he sounded forty or fifty years old.

"Mr. An, Mr. An, you have been messing around with her all day long, don't you want to take over? I see that this Taoist temple is in tatters, it doesn't look like a real immortal, maybe it's arranged blindly by An Ran. ”

"What do you know as a woman? The more this kind of Taoist temple in the deep mountains that is rarely visited, the more spiritual! ”

The two of you and I talked word by word, and the quiet and peaceful scenery of the mountains and forests in the early morning was disturbed.

Sang Luo walked to the last step and looked down at the bottom, "No loud noises are allowed in the view. ”

The two people under the stairs looked up when they heard the sound.

I saw a young woman in her early twenties standing in front of the view, wearing a plain long skirt and a mixed bun with a peach wood hairpin on the top of her head.

The rising red sun shone straight through, and she was dressed in golden light, leaving her alone, like a true immortal descending into the world.

As soon as the middle-aged man saw Sang Luo, the joy in his eyes couldn't be suppressed, his hands were folded, and he hurriedly bowed, "Oh, I have met a true immortal today." ”

The delicate woman cut off, "Where is such a young true immortal?" I look more like an eye-catching Internet celebrity, what's the name of the word that has been very popular recently? Road... Dowon! ”

"Uhhh

Sang Luo neatly poured the water from the teacup on the young woman's face.

"Ah!!!h The young woman was so angry that her eye makeup was spent, "What are you doing!" ”

Sang Luo raised his eyebrows, "You are not welcome here, please leave." ”

"Let's go! Who is rare? The delicate woman turned around and was about to go down the mountain.

But the middle-aged man next to her had no such plans.

As soon as he put the woman's hand down, he jumped up the steps with a big stride on his hips, caught up with Sangluo, and the delicate woman was thrown on the stone steps alone.

"Master, don't go! Master, don't go! She's not sensible! I collided with the master, but I came to worship the master sincerely, Mr. An Ran'an, you know, right? She introduced me. ”

The middle-aged man eagerly explained the reparation.

Sang Luo stopped, paused in place, and then turned around, "If it weren't for Enron, I wouldn't even see you." ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's her who is ignorant." ”

Sang Luoleng snorted, "I see that you are quite ignorant, how dare you bring a wild woman with no name outside here?" The offerings in the temple are all heavenly immortals, and you are not afraid of retribution! ”

The middle-aged man was speechless by Sang Luo's words, so he had to laugh awkwardly in place.

The delicate woman stepped on high heels and walked up with a "da-da-da", "What did you say?" I've never heard of a man who can't take a mistress to a temple or Taoist temple! ”

Sang Luo looked at the delicate woman with cold eyes, and his eyes were as cold as a lake of ice.

It's shameless.

The middle-aged man saw that Sang Luo's face was a little wrong, and before Sang Luo could speak, he hurriedly ran to the front of the steps.

The two slammed the delicate woman down, "You're waiting for me down there!" Don't be embarrassed in front of all kinds of immortals! ”

The delicate woman looked at the middle-aged man viciously, the upper and lower rows of teeth creaked, and her lungs were about to explode.

But she didn't dare to attack, she didn't want to lose this gold master, so she had to stand there and wait.

Sang Luo sat at the wooden table on the lawn in front of the view, lifted the teapot, poured himself another cup of tea, and pointed to the small wooden bench opposite, "Sit down." ”

The man sat down happily, took out a business card from the pocket of his jacket, and handed it to Sang Luo: "Master, my name is Zhou Zhang, I am fifty-three years old this year, and I am a ...... of Xiaohaha Group."

"You don't have to introduce yourself, just say what you mean." Sang Luo interrupted Zhou Zhang's ramblings.

Zhou Zhang nodded, "I mainly want to calculate whether I can have a son in my life." After speaking, he took out a small note and handed it to Sang Luo.

Sang Luo picked up the small note and looked at it, it was Zhou Zhang's birthday.

"When the official is high, and the moon order has strong roots and partial wealth to be born, he is the official when he is born, and he does not see seven kills in the plate, and he does not even hide the dry. Therefore, you will not have sons. ”

When Zhou Zhang heard this, his lips couldn't help but tremble, "When... Seriously? ”

If he doesn't have a son, who will inherit his family business?

Sang Luo nodded, "The daughter that your wife gave birth to you is very talented and talented in business. Besides, you are destined to be born to a financial official, this daughter is also very helpful to you, she takes over the family business, which will only make the company better and better. ”

When Zhou Zhang heard Sang Luo's words, he felt a little more comforted in his heart, his daughter was capable and could carry forward the family business, so he was naturally happy.

But at the same time, there is also a little regret, this has been inherited from the father since ancient times, and even if the daughter is capable, he always feels that something is missing.

Sang Luo saw through Zhou Zhang's heart, so he said again: "Isn't your daughter also your own flesh and blood?" What age is this, and what kind of son is passed on. ”

She, who is 3,000 years old, is not as feudal as these people.