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After the broadcast, it was the time for dinner.

There was a strong smell of food wafting in the dining hall, and Sang Luo walked to the dining hall to prepare for dinner.

There are about 30 pilgrims sitting in the dining hall, all of whom are faithful believers who come to Cangyun Temple on time every month to offer incense and pray for blessings.

Therefore, in addition to the monthly Eid al-Fitr, Sangluo also set up a daily fasting meal for sale, a piece of five yuan, which is specially provided to these pious pilgrims who must come every month.

In the dining room, except for the subtle sound of chopsticks colliding with bowls, almost no one spoke, and they were all enjoying the dinner on their plates with their heads down.

Sang Luo took out his own dishes and chopsticks from the cupboard in the corner, and found that the several pots of vegetables on the table had been washed out by the pilgrims, and there was not a single small green vegetable left.

She had to go to the back kitchen to see if there were any leftovers in the pot.

With brisk steps, Sang Luo walked through a corridor to the back kitchen.

The back kitchen was also deserted, and there was no sound at all.

According to the usual habits, Wuwu should have finished eating at this time, and is sitting next to the fire to warm up and watch variety shows.

But today there was no sound at all.

Sang Luo walked into the stove, lifted the lid of the huge bamboo pot and looked at it, and there was only a small bowl of tofu soup in the pot.

If in normal times, this bowl of tofu soup cushions the stomach, it should be enough.

But today, she has been live broadcasting since she ate at noon, and she has been hungry for a long time, and a bowl of tofu soup may not be enough for her to stuff her teeth.

"No worries."

Sang Luo called out the carefree name, wanting to ask her if she still had rice.

But no one answered.

Sang Luo walked to the board again and found a bowl of steaming mushroom noodle soup on the board.

Sang Luo bent down and brought his nose closer to the bowl and inhaled hard, "Woohoo! ”

Her brain was shaking with this incense, and she was very excited, "Don't worry! ”

Sang Luo screamed again, she wanted to ask if this bowl of noodles was reserved for her.

"Master......"

At this moment, the sound of carefree came from the place where the fire was lit behind the stove, and her voice was very weak, and the tail note was very noticeable trembling.

After Sang Luo heard the voice, he hurriedly ran to the back of the stove and found that Sanssono was sitting on a small bench, leaning against the wall, sweating profusely on his forehead and his lips were white.

"Worry-free, what's wrong with you? Sick? Sang Luo asked with great concern, and then reached out to touch Carefree's forehead and found that she had a fever.

"Ahem, ahem!!"

Wuwu coughed a few times, "Master, I'm so unwell. ”

When Wu Wu spoke, his voice was very weak, which made Sang Luo feel very distressed when he heard it.

"Don't be afraid! Master will take you to the hospital in the ancient town at the foot of the mountain to see a doctor. ”

Sang Luo patted Wuwu's head, comforted him softly, and then picked up the unconscious Wuwu and walked down the stone steps.

After a series of tedious tests and tests, the doctor gave the diagnosis:

"The patient got influenza A because of overwork and weakened immunity. This type of flu is very contagious, and you have a pilgrim every day, so it is not recommended that you take her back.

You can first undergo infusion therapy in the hospital, wait until the virus in the body is almost better, and then take her back. ”

After Sang Luo heard the doctor's diagnosis, he chuckled in his heart.

"...... due to overwork"

Sang Luo muttered to himself, feeling a heart-wrenching pain in his chest.

It was her negligence.

I am a god, so I will not get sick or tired at all, but worry-free is just a physical mortal body, and I have to be busy making fasting every day, and I have to be busy unraveling.

After a long time, her body's immunity directly decreased.

Sang Luo felt extremely remorseful, Village Chief Wang's family trusted her by handing over worry-free, but he failed to take care of her at all.

She went to the inpatient department to pay the hospitalization fee and medical expenses for seven days, and then went to the ancient town to buy a lot of fruit supplements and put them in the ward, and then called Shen Wuyang to ask him to come down the mountain to take care of him.

After everything was arranged, Sang Luo returned to Guanli alone.

In these days when she was sick without worry, she planned to take care of everything in the temple alone.

Considering that after Wu Wu's health was better, she would not be allowed to do so much work, Sang Luo planned to follow the business methods of other Taoist temples.

Instead of recruiting apprentices, volunteers should be recruited.

There are still so many squatter rooms behind the Guanli Temple, which can be provided for those metaphysics lovers who want to come to Cangyun Mountain for a vacation and recuperation.

Then they can help the Taoist temple share some of the work and deduct the cost of room and board.

After having such a prototype in his mind, Sang Luo immediately turned on the computer and typed a few words on the keyboard: Cangyun Mountain Volunteer Recruitment Channel Open.

Half an hour later, Sang Luo finished writing an article on volunteer recruitment, and after carefully checking the details, she opened the whale platform and uploaded it to her homepage in the form of pictures and texts.

After uploading it, Sang Luo closed the whale APP and quietly waited for netizens to sign up.

After Sang Luo cleaned the dishes and chopsticks of the pilgrims after dinner, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

After cleaning the dishes and chopsticks, Sang Luo went to clean out the four squatter rooms.

This time, she only plans to recruit four volunteers, because she feels that the scale of Cangyunguan is still too small, although it is already well-known on the Internet, most netizens are just burning incense on the Internet.

There are still too few pilgrims who can really come to Cangyun Mountain and walk up the Cangyun Temple step by step.

Now, Cangyunguan's reputation for seeking peach blossoms has been outstanding.

The pilgrims who put on the most incense every day are those who come to ask for marriage, and the incense of the Yuelao Yuanjun Palace even exceeds that of the God of Wealth.

But there are still too few temples and statues in Cangyun Temple.

Sang Luo pondered, wanting to develop the cornfield next to the Cangyun Temple, build more statues, and invite more gods to come to the Cangyun Temple.

In this way, maybe the daily incense money will be doubled.

However, this is also a significant expense.

She had to pay the tax she had paid this year's tribute to Taishan Mansion on Chinese New Year's Eve before she could start building the new fairy house.

Following.

Sang Luo got up earlier than usual, she had to do what Shen Wuyang had done before to give incense to the statue in exchange for offering fruits, and then went to make breakfast.

It's half past six in the morning.

The number of pilgrims gradually increased.

She sat under the big tree in front of the door and began to tell fortunes for free.

At the top of the list was a young woman.

Sang Luo raised his hand and gestured, "Please be seated." “

Wen Qiaoqiao quickly sat down after receiving the signal, her expression was very unnatural and very frightened.

As soon as he sat down, he said to Sang Luo: "Master, my husband is possessed by a ghost, and he wants to kill me!" “