Quite explosive!Boss, she started fortune telling again

Chapter 82
When the birthday banquet was about to end, the ghost emperors from all parties also hurriedly presented congratulatory gifts that had been prepared to the Fujun.

Sang Luo also carried out the mummy he had prepared, held it in both hands, and presented it to the Fujun.

Last time, when she went to Furong City to catch zombies, the corpse keeper Ji Yuan gave it to her.

After Fujun saw the mummy sent by Sang Luo, a light flashed in his eyes, "I haven't seen such a good-looking mummy for a long time."

After putting away all the presents.

Lord Taishan rubbed his forehead and sighed, "This birthday banquet is really deserted."

In the past, gods from all over the world would be invited to the birthday banquet of the Fujun.

But now that the economy is not doing well, in order to reduce expenses, the Fujun did not make a big deal, but only invited a few of his closest subordinates.

One is to celebrate the birthday, and the other is to discuss how to solve a bunch of difficult problems in the underworld.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, money will always be earned. With money, a series of problems will be solved." Dongfang Ghost Emperor comforted.

Money can solve 90.00% of nine problems.

This iron law is also applicable in the underworld.

The Fujun pondered for a while, then looked at the ghost emperors of all parties and said: "Whoever can solve the problem of lack of money in the underworld will be awarded the model ghost city this year."

After the banquet was over, Sang Luo followed Fujun's heels until he reached the Fujun's bedroom.

Prince Taishan put his hands behind his back, glanced sideways at Sang Luo who was following him, and asked in puzzlement:
"Why don't you go back to the world to live broadcast to make money, why follow me?"

Sang Luo stood still, looking at the mummified corpse he had given him in the arms of Fujun, he raised his left eyebrow.

"Do you still like the gift I gave you?"

Taishan Mansion Lord glanced at the mummy in his hand, "I like it, you are very good at giving gifts, you have a heart."

Sang Luo smiled, "Your Majesty likes to eat corpses and souls, everyone in the underworld knows it."

Lord Taishan nodded, looking at Sang Luo who was standing opposite him, hesitant to speak.

"So, what's the matter?"

Sang Luo couldn't hold back anymore, and said directly: "I actually just want to ask, has the Fujun eaten my soul?"

"Eat it, you begged me to eat it yourself." Taishan Mansion Lord replied calmly.

"I beg you to eat?" Sang Luo couldn't believe what she heard.

Lord Taishan handed over the mummy to the little devil standing at the door, and asked him to take it to the warehouse for storage.

Then he patted the ashes left on his hands.

Said to Sang Luo: "At that time, you must have been in the underworld for 1000 years. But when you cultivated to the ghost king, you still couldn't break through."

"So, you gave me your soul and let me help you practice."

Sang Luo's eyes flickered slightly, "So that's how it is."

She felt a little depressed for a moment, it turned out that it was exactly as the Southern Ghost Emperor said, she exchanged her soul with the Fujun to sit in this position.

After her soul was eaten, her memories of her life were also gone.

Lord Taishan saw through the depression in Sang Luo's eyes, and guessed that someone must have said this to her, so he comforted:
"It's nothing. Everything in the world is actually obtained through exchange. You don't have to feel sad about it. It doesn't mean that you are a person without talent for cultivation."

"It's just that you are too concerned about many things in your life, and your mind is unstable, so you can't concentrate on cultivation. Women are born with more delicate minds than men, and are more likely to be troubled by emotions."

"Men are naturally more likely than women to forget their past emotions. This is an advantage given to them by heaven. I took your soul away, just to make you stand on the same starting line as them."

Sang Luo felt much better after hearing Fujun's persuasion
After bidding farewell to the Fujun, Sang Luo drove back to Rongcheng overnight and returned to Cangyun Temple.

After Wuyou saw Sang Luo came back, she was very excited.

"Master! You are finally back! If you don't come back, the younger brother will tear down the Taoist temple!"

When Sang Luo heard it, she was shocked and rushed to the Taoist temple.

Jiang Mengchen was running all over the yard, chasing a sword flying around in the air.

But the flying sword didn't listen to his command at all.

They cut off the shrine curtains hanging in the temple, knocked over the incense burners and fruit offerings on the altar, broke the century-old trees in the yard, and even cut off the unburned high incense that pilgrims came to watch a few days ago.

Seeing this situation, Sang Luo hastened to make up his mind and recited the mantra, "Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, the root of ten thousand qi, extensively cultivated for billions of kalpas, to prove my supernatural powers."

The spell was just finished.

The swords flying around in the air jingled and fell to the ground.

Sang Luo picked up the Mizong Sword on the ground, and handed the sword to Wuyou to put it away.

Then, he looked coldly at Jiang Mengchen, who was bruised and swollen from the fall, "Who told you to tamper with the things in the temple? You haven't performed the ceremony of apprenticeship, and I haven't formally accepted you as a disciple. You act recklessly like this. If I teach you skills in the future, don't you want to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace?"

Jiang Mengchen plopped down and knelt down on the futon in front of the statue, "Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't have messed with your things. I just saw that your sword is very good. I read in the book that the sword of the sword fairy Lu Dongbin, the head of the sword fairy, looks a bit like the sword of the immortal Lu Dongbin, so I couldn't resist playing with it."

After hearing Jiang Mengchen's statement, Sang Luo couldn't help being a little surprised, "You still know what Huixianren's sword looks like?"

Jiang Mengchen nodded, "I know! I have been interested in metaphysics since I was 12 years old. I have visited nearly a hundred masters in Taoist temples and read thousands of ancient books."

"I remember that in a book, it was mentioned that Immortal Hui's Mizong Sword looks very similar to Master's."

Sang Luo lowered her eyes. She didn't tell Jiang Mengchen that her sword was Lu Dongbin's Mizong Sword.

"Who did you learn how to control the sword from?" Sang Luo asked.

"Zhang Tianshi from Tianquan Cave, but he didn't study for long, maybe he studied for half a year! Then my dad urged me to go back to high school, and I didn't study."

After hearing this, Sang Luo was very satisfied. She was able to control a sword after only half a year of learning, which is indeed very talented.

"My apprentices are all from the uncharacteristic generation. Your senior brother is called Wu Yang, and now he is opening a secret room in the center of Rongcheng City. Your second senior sister is called Wuyou, you should already be familiar with it."

"Then I will be called Wuchen." Jiang Mengchen said anxiously.

Sang Luo nodded, "Yes."

The trip to Mount Tai came back and forth, and it was Friday again.

Sang Luo went to the computer room, turned on the computer, and started another live broadcast of hers.

[Master is finally broadcasting! 】

[Where was that handsome guy last time?Why didn't you leave the country? 】

[I can't wait!Master hurry up and distribute the lucky bag]

[Is the little handsome guy going to report? 】

Many viewers in the live broadcast room were very concerned about her new apprentice, but Sang Luo didn't say much.

Instead, the lucky bag was sent directly.

After 30 seconds, the lucky bag opens.

A middle-aged man with a rich appearance and a big gold chain around his neck appeared on the screen.

Judging by the environment he was in, he should be in the car.

(End of this chapter)