In the following days, Suo Rou and I lived a very busy life, and we were selling the remaining goods in Chengdu. However, we did not expect that this goods continued the magic of the first day as always, and were extremely good at selling.

The original crispy meat was expected to be sold in one week, but we sold it in five days. The money we earned was more than 5,000, but it was almost 6,000.

Such a battle made Suru very excited and wanted to repeat the same mistake again, but I stopped him. I said to Suru: "You have told you once that this method is enough. This is to accumulate capital, and it is understandable. If you have too much, it will pass."

While counting the money happily, Suo Rou slapped himself a few times in pain and said to me: "Sanwaer, I think I was blinded by lard, I'm talking nonsense. You know, I haven't earned that much money since I was a child. Haha Sanwaer, you are really my lucky star."

I was too lazy to deal with the crispy meat, but lay straight on the bed. I found that I was indeed numb to money, at least it could not arouse my excitement. I care about another thing, which is the liar Taoist priest.

We have also gone around these days and have not met the so-called walking skeleton. This makes me feel uneasy. What if someone makes a fuss about this? What should I say and what to do? After all, I have no experience in combating counterfeiting, but it is absolutely impossible to ignore it.

I told Suruo about my anxiety, but the boy Suruo didn't care at all and said, "Let's talk about it then, you are just doing your duty in this kind of thing. You can't let everyone in this world believe you."

What Kuru said was right, but when I thought of those people ruining the reputation of Taoism, I really wished everyone would believe me.

Seeing that I was worried about a lot, Suo Rou said, "Live your own life. Make more money and practice Taoism well. You will be able to meet Mr. Jiang in three years. Besides, this matter is over, and we should go to Guangzhou."

After saying that, the pork turned off the light and called me to go to bed with a stack of sounds. As I was talking, I started to snore. As for me, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I always felt that such a life was not what I wanted.

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Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, two days passed. In the past two days, my Suru and I had packed our luggage. After the anti-counterfeiting incident tonight passed, we bought a train ticket to Guangzhou.

Where to make the ritual? I asked about Kuru early in the morning. At around 7 o'clock that night, Kuru and I arrived at this place where we were said to be ritual.

This place is a small factory. In order to do rituals, many production equipment are placed aside, and a large piece of open space has been vacant in the middle, and many things have been placed.

When I saw the scene, it was really amazing. On the open space, there were a rack that looked like a staircase, and many statues of gods were placed on it. The top was the Three Taoist Qing Dynasty, and the bottom was the Jade Emperor. The next one almost put all the Chinese gods on it.

I thought to myself, isn’t this just exorcising ghosts? Look at this, you have to invite gods and Buddhas all over the sky? Who can afford it? It’s quite rare to use the art of shamans and Buddhas all over the sky? I guess those who don’t know how to watch this, and they feel shocked. Those who know how to do it are just like me, think this is nonsense.

Under that "magnificent" shelf, there is a long altar. The tributes on this altar are amazing. I won’t talk about the fragrance of candles, fruits and pastries, and there are also whole chickens, whole ducks, and whole pigs. It is so rich.

I remember that my master always offers sacrifices very casually, and a stack of steamed buns can be used. My master once said: "Whether the gods and Buddhas come or not has no necessity to do with the tribute. It only has something to do with you, the caster! These gods and Buddhas in the sky are not hungry, and they have no limit on what they eat when they see them. The amount of this tribute does not mean whether they are sincere or not, and it will be fine if they have respect."

When I was thinking about this tribute, the crispy meat beside me was already asking, and he asked, "Is this tribute rich enough? Did the master pay for it himself? This master is so generous."

"No, I heard that these tributes were jointly produced by the bosses. It would be great if the master could come. Which melon girl dares to give other tributes?" This man was obviously infected by this solemn and grand momentum, and became the "fan" of the fake Taoist priest, and he was very protective of him.

"What should I do after I finish the rituals?" Suru has always been a good child who values ​​'grain'. I guess he asked this question because he was heartbroken and threw away the rituals after I finished the rituals.

Isn't this kid going to pick it up, right? I looked at Kuruo, who ignored me at all, just stared at the man and waited for the answer.

The man said, "I have heard of this. After finishing the ritual, the master will take these tributes back and deal with them personally. He said that they have given me something to the gods. If others touch them, they are disrespectful to the gods and have to deal with them personally."

When I heard this, I was really helpless. This fake Taoist priest is really nonsense! After the tribute is finished, ordinary people ate it hot. It is completely fine. It is so disrespectful that it is involved in his mouth.

Before I could say anything, Kuru said first, he whispered to me: "This Taoist priest is really a fucking Zhou Bapi, and he doesn't even let go of this tribute. But that's the case. So many tributes, I can take them home and put them in the refrigerator for a long time."

I joked: "No matter how small the legs of a mosquito is, it's still flesh."

Then he continued to look here. In front of the long altar, there was the altar of the "Master". Tsk, the gorgeous altar, the finest yellow brocade, the paper man, paper and horse were placed in a bunch of flowers. I guess he had prepared all the paper man, paper and horses needed to open the altar.

There were things on the altar, and I couldn't see clearly what it was, and I was too lazy to see it. At least I didn't feel any fluctuations with magic power. You must know that true Taoists have certain sense of magic weapons. Even Taoists with weak spiritual sense have some senses, because of long-term contact, so there are naturally some senses.

Around the altar, there are still many futons and small tables placed in a decent manner. What is this for? Are you going to have a class?

I was curious, so I asked the person next to me: "Who are these futons prepared for? Are there many masters?"

"Don't you know? The master has many disciples. Every time he opens a cauldron, he needs these disciples to protect the Dharma. Because the master has many enemies who have killed demons and eliminated demons over the years, he is afraid that when he opens the cauldron with all his might, there will be enemies who take advantage of the opportunity to enter." The person next to me explained.

This statement has calmed me down. In modern terms, it makes me feel so harsh on the outside and tender on the inside. I can't help but say, "This master class is really high-profile."

As a result, the man next to him was dissatisfied and said, "The master is very low-key. You know, the Public Security Bureau just can't tolerate these folk masters. He is not for everyone, and he doesn't want to open an official position at all."

"The master is so selfless? But why did I find that I wanted to invite him but the money was not enough?" I deliberately said, to be honest, I really can't stand it anymore. For example, my master collects money, which is pleasing to the eye, and it doesn't collect it, and never claims to be a model of morality.

As for my master, he has no idea about money at all, and he is purely taking action based on his original intention.

Such a liar master has become a compassionate person. I really want to hear how that person will answer.

When the man heard me say this, he sighed helplessly and said, "I heard that the master doesn't want to charge money either, but he has so many disciples under his command to rely on him. Every time he takes action, he is very weak and needs to replenish his body. It is necessary to give money! And the master never talks about the price, it is all given by those who are the victims themselves."

I snorted coldly in my heart, and didn't say anything else. I have to admit that these fake Taoist priests are more popular than real Taoist priests. No wonder my master often says that scammers are often the group of people who can best grasp the weaknesses of people's hearts.

At this time, it was already 7:50, and the master had not appeared for a long time. However, about 10 people suddenly appeared. As soon as they entered here, they ran away from the shelf. When they came out, they all turned into Taoist priests in Taoist robes.

People were exclaiming that the master's apprentice was here, and the master's apprentice seemed to be very capable.

When I saw that, indeed, compared to me, a true Taoist priest, he was indeed more like a Taoist priest. He looked unstoppable and compassionate, and walked around with steps, and was very elegant. When he sat down, he did not forget to perform a Taoist ritual and shouted to people: "The Emperor of Wuliang."

In comparison, I am like a gangster.

But when I looked at the group of apprentices, I clearly saw an acquaintance.
Chapter completed!