After netizens in the live broadcast room typed the name of the Maple Hotel on the public screen, Xiao Lizi realized that he had just said the wrong thing.

She swallowed her saliva and pretended to be calm and said, "Don't guess, it's not a maple hotel at all." The Maple Hotel has already asked the master to do the Fa, how can it be haunted? ”

She thought that by saying this, she could excuse her hotel, but she didn't know that her explanation would only make netizens more sure that the haunted hotel was Maplewood.

[I'm in a hurry, it seems that it's the Maple Hotel]

[Sister, the more you describe, the darker it gets! 】

[If you are not a staff member of the Maple Hotel, you should follow the words of netizens and splash the sewage on the Maple Hotel]

Only then did Xiao Lizi realize that if he said too much, he would lose this truth, so he kept silent and didn't explain too much.

"Master, are you free tomorrow? At six o'clock in the afternoon, you have to go to the hotel in person. ”

Sang Luo agreed without thinking about it, and she had to earn the huge amount of money sent to the door anyway.

[Master, you have to think about it! The ghosts of the Maple Hotel are very resentful! Many people have been killed or injured after staying! It's all a terrible ghost.]

[That perverted murderer knocked on the door one by one and killed dozens of residents in one night, can the resentment not be heavy]

[Since then, the business of the Maple Hotel has been very bleak, and only foreigners who do not know the truth may be willing to live]

[I heard that the masters who were invited by the Maple Hotel to catch ghosts sealed the box after they came back]

After Sang Luo saw the popular science of netizens in the live broadcast room, he understood why the Maple Hotel was willing to give millions of honorarities to invite 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.

Dozens of dead souls don't go to the underworld to reincarnate, gather in the world to wander around and harm people, is this okay?

She remembers reading a book she once read:

When an isolated individual is alone, he does not burn down palaces or loot shops, and even when tempted to do so, he can refrain from doing so.

But as soon as he gathers in a group, the individual realizes the power given to him by numbers, which is enough to make him want to kill and plunder, and immediately succumb to this temptation.

Ghosts and humans are the same.

When a ghost is a ghost, he is afraid, and when he does evil, he weighs it.

But when a group of ghosts get together, they will form great resentment and harm humans without any scruples.

Sang Luo smiled, "What are you afraid of?" The magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high. ”

[Master, you really want money and don't want to die]

[I believe in Master Yunze! She'll be able to take those demons away.]

[Hey! I'm really worried that after the master goes, he will be like other masters, and he will stop doing it when he comes back. 】

[If the master withdraws from the network, my happiness will be gone]

Under the obstruction and persuasion of a group of netizens, Sang Luo resolutely agreed to Xiao Lizi's invitation, and then hung up the live broadcast while retaining one after another.

In the blink of an eye, autumn has passed, and the verdant trees have become colorful, the forests are dyed, and the fallen leaves are flying.

As before, Sang Luo immediately came to the small lawn in front of the view after sowing, and looked at the beautiful scenery of the mountains and wilderness.

She stretched out her right hand and pinched her fingers to count the time.

In the blink of an eye, it has been three months since she came to the world.

Before she came, she owed a total of half a year's salary to the ghosts of the underworld, and now she has paid it back for three months.

Now, she still has three months of salary left to pay, and she needs a total of 1.3 billion yuan, that is, 13 million yuan.

She took out her mobile phone and clicked on the background wallet function of the whale platform, she hadn't withdrawn for a long time, and when she opened it, there was a full million gift shares.

She clicked on the text message again and checked the incense money received in the bank card in the past few days, a total of three million.

There are still nine million left to settle the arrears of wages.

In fact, if it hadn't cost 10 million to dredge the Lechuan River, she would have paid off her debts by now.

Thinking of this, Sang Luo couldn't help but be a little worried, whether the underworld would suddenly have other places to spend money.

She had to work harder to make money in order to be able to cope with the unexpected.

The live broadcast lasted for two or three months, earning a total of one million gifts, but in just a few days, you can earn three million incense money.

The best way to make money is to rely on incense.

Only by re-establishing the reputation of Cangyunguan can she sit back and relax, return to the underworld and be her ghost emperor with peace of mind, and count the incense money 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, are you live broadcasting?" 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 glanced at Jiang Wuchen, "You better learn how to farm first, I will naturally teach you when the time comes." ”

Jiang Wuchen was a little deflated when he heard this, sat down on the futon, tilted his head to the side, and muttered: "I have been running countless Taoist temples with flourishing incense since I was a child, and I have never heard of learning to farm before learning metaphysics. ”

Sang Luo frowned slightly, "I made it clear before I accepted you about farming, if you don't want to, you can leave at any time during the half-year inspection period." ”

When Jiang Wuchen heard that Sang Luo was going to drive him away, he jumped up suddenly, and hurriedly said with a smile: "Don't don't, don't do it, I'll just plant it, don't drive me away!" ”

"Although I have also gone to many famous Taoist temples across the country to learn art over the years, I have never seen anyone as powerful as Master!"

Saying that, Jiang Wuchen looked around at the environment of the Taoist temple, and then said to Sang Luo: "Why don't the master change to a more famous Taoist temple, Cangyun Temple was okay decades ago, but now it's too crotch-stretching, and it's not worthy of you." You will be able to use your skills better when you get to the more pilgrims. ”

After Sang Luo heard Jiang Wuchen's words, his eyes flashed with a little starlight, "You are so young, you can still know what happened decades ago?" ”

Jiang Wuchen smiled, "I don't know, but Tianshi Zhang of Tianquan Cave knows!" You know Tianquan Cave, right? This is the most famous Taoist temple in the country! Thousands of pilgrims are received every day. ”

Tianquan Cave.

When it was broadcast live, Lao Wang next door, who was almost killed by his brother-in-law, also mentioned that Jiang Wuchen's swordsmanship was also learned in Tianquan Cave.

Presumably, there must be a master there.

"Regarding the decline of Cangyun Temple, what did Zhang Tianshi tell you?" , Sang Luo asked.

Jiang Wuchen crossed his hands on his waist, tilted his head and closed his eyes, carefully recalling in his mind.

"Zhang Tianshi didn't tell me too much, it seems that most of the powerful disciples of Cangyun Temple have been poached by another cultivation organization, and the rest are some crooked melons and cracked dates with no talent, so their reputation is getting worse and worse."

"What else to say, the misbehavior of the founder of the Cangyun Sect will sooner or later be punished by the enemy. And guess what? Three years ago, Cangyun Temple was really killed by people, and all the Taoist priests here died! ”