Quite explosive!Boss, she started fortune telling again

Chapter 14
Sang Luo took the broom and walked towards the last shrine on the east side. When she opened the door, the scene in front of her made her extremely puzzled.

There are no statues in this temple.

But it is larger than the main hall. The materials used for the railings of this temple, as well as the furnishings in the hall, are much higher than those of the previous ones.

For some reason, there is not a single idol.

So abnormal.

Sang Luo walked around the hall, and finally found a black wooden box and a scroll of paintings under the altar.

The box was empty.

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

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

Presumably this box is used to put the mask.

An idea flashed in Sang Luo's mind at that moment, the group of people who killed the old temple master came here just for the mask in this box.

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

Presumably this painting was enshrined here in the first place, and Sang Luo hung the portrait on a wooden peg.

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

After Sang Luo hung up the portrait, she left.

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

Da da da
There was a sound of footsteps, getting closer to the Cangyun Temple.

"Why is this broken Taoist temple built in this deep mountain?" A young woman's soft voice came from under the stone steps, "Where did you hear about the gods here? I didn't see a few pilgrims along the way, don't you Was it cheated?"

"Mr. An from Qianqian Foods said that An is now my regular customer. Can you lie to me?" The man's voice was slightly hoarse, and his voice sounded like he was 50 or [-] years old.

"Boss An, Boss An, you hang out with her all day, don't you want to take over? I think this Taoist temple is tattered and tattered. It doesn't look like a real god. Maybe it's An Ran's random arrangement."

"What do you know, woman? The more Taoist temples in the remote mountains, the more spiritual they are!"

The two of you talked to each other, and the quiet and peaceful scenery of the mountains and forests in the morning was disturbed.

Sang Luo walked to the last step, lowered his head and looked down, "It is forbidden to make loud noises in the temple."

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

I saw a young woman in her early twenties standing in front of the temple, wearing a plain long skirt, with a mahogany hairpin tied into a Hunyuan bun on top of her head.

The rising red sun shines directly on her, and she is clothed in golden light, independent of the world, just like a real god descended into the world.

When the middle-aged man saw Sang Luo, he couldn't restrain the joy in his eyes, clasped his hands together, and hurriedly bowed, "Oh, I have met a real fairy today."

The delicate woman cut out, "Where is such a young real fairy? I look more like an eye-catching Internet celebrity. What's the name of that popular word recently? Dao Dao Yuan!"

"Shh-"

Sang Luo neatly splashed the water in the teacup onto the young woman's face.

"Ah!!!!" The young woman was so annoyed that Sang Luo's cup of tea made her eye makeup all smudged, "What are you doing!"

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

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

But the middle-aged man beside her had no such plan.

As soon as he let go of the woman's hand, he jumped up the steps with big strides on his hips and caught up with Sang Luo. The delicate woman was thrown on the stone steps alone.

"Master, don't go! Master, don't go! She is ignorant! Offended Master, but I came to worship Master sincerely. Do you know Mr. An Ranan? She introduced me."

The middle-aged man eagerly explained the apology.

Sang Luo stopped, paused on the spot, then turned around, "If it wasn't for An Ran, I wouldn't even see you."

The middle-aged man quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, she is ignorant."

Sang Luo snorted coldly, "I see you are quite ignorant, how dare you bring a wild woman with no status outside here? The offerings in the temple are all gods and gods, and you are not afraid of retribution! "

The middle-aged man was speechless by Sang Luo's words, so he just stood there and laughed awkwardly.

The delicate woman stepped on her high-heeled shoes, and walked up with a "da da da", "What do you mean? I've never heard that men can't take mistresses to temples and Taoist temples!"

Sang Luo looked at the delicate woman coldly, her eyes were as cold as a lake of ice.

Shameless.

The middle-aged man saw that there was something wrong with Sang Luo's face, and before Sang Luo could speak, he hurried to the steps.

Two blows knocked the delicate woman down, "You wait for me below! Don't be ashamed in front of all the gods!"

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

But she didn't dare to attack, she didn't want to lose this benefactor, so she just stood there and waited.

Sang Luo sat at the wooden table on the front lawn, picked up the teapot, poured himself another cup of tea, and pointed to the small wooden stool opposite, "Sit down."

The man happily sat down, took out a business card from his jacket pocket, and handed it to Sang Luo: "Master, my name is Zhou Zhang, I am 53 years old, and I belong to the Xiaohaha Group."

"You don't need to introduce yourself, just tell me what you're here for." Sang Luo interrupted Zhou Zhang's rambling.

Zhou Zhang nodded, "I mainly want to figure out whether I am destined to have a son." After speaking, he took out a small note and handed it to Sang Luo.

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

"Shigan is a high-ranking official, and the moon order has strong roots and partial wealth to give birth to Shigan's official. There are no seven kills in the whole plate, and even Tibetan Gan does not show up. Therefore, you will not have a son."

Zhou Zhang couldn't help trembling his lips when he heard this, "Really?"

Without a son, who will inherit his family business?

Sang Luo nodded, "Your wife gave birth to a daughter who is very talented and talented in business. Besides, you are destined to be born with a rich man, this daughter is also very helpful to you. She will take over the family business. , will only make the company better and better.”

When Zhou Zhang heard Sang Luo's words, he felt more comforted. His daughter is capable and can carry forward the family business, so he is naturally happy.

But at the same time, there is also a bit of regret. Since ancient times, the son has inherited his father's business. No matter how capable his daughter is, he always feels that something is missing.

Sang Luo saw through Zhou Zhang's heart, so he said again: "Isn't the daughter also your own flesh and blood? What is the age of this, and why do you care about sons passing on the family line?"

She, who is three thousand years old, is not as feudal as these people.

(End of this chapter)