In the following days, Surou and I were very busy, traveling around Chengdu to sell the remaining goods. Unexpectedly, this product continued the magic of the first day and sold extremely well.

Originally, Crispy Pork was expected to be sold out in one week, but we sold out in five days. We earned not only 5,000, but almost 6,000.

Such results made Surou very excited, and he wanted to repeat the same mistake again, but I stopped him. I said to Surou: "It is enough that you have said this method once. It is for accumulating capital. It is understandable. More

, that’s it.”

Su Rou happily counted the money, and at the same time gave himself a few painful slaps, and said to me: "San baby, you think I was blinded by lard, you are talking nonsense, you know, I

Ever since I was a child, I have never made so much money. Haha, my dear, you are really my lucky star."

I didn't bother to care about the meat, but just lay on the bed. I found that I was indeed relatively numb to money, at least it couldn't arouse my excitement. What I cared about was another thing, that is, the matter of the liar Taoist priest.

Son.

In the past few nights, we have also gone shopping, but we have not met the so-called walking skeleton. This makes me uneasy. What if someone makes a fuss about this matter? What should I say and how should I do it? After all, we are fighting against counterfeiting.

I have no experience, but I can't ignore it.

I told Su Rou about my uneasiness, but Su Rou didn't care at all. He said, "Let's talk about it later. You are just doing your duty for this kind of thing. You can't let everyone in this world believe you."

."

What Su Rou said is right, but when I think about those people ruining the reputation of Taoism, I really want everyone to believe me.

Seeing that I was worried, Su Rou said: "Let's live a good life. Make more money, practice Taoism well, and you will be able to meet Mr. Jiang in three years. Besides, this matter is over, we should go

It’s Guangzhou.”

After saying that, Su Rou turned off the light and told me to go to sleep. As he spoke, he started snoring. As for me, I couldn't sleep, and I always felt that such a life was not what I wanted.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two days have passed. In the past two days, Su Rou and I have packed our luggage. We will buy train tickets to Guangzhou after tonight’s crackdown on holiday is over.

Su Rou had inquired about where the ritual would be performed early in the morning. At around 7 o'clock that night, Su Rou and I arrived at the place where the ritual was said to be performed.

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

When I saw the formation, it was really amazing. In the open space, there was a shelf like a ladder. There were many statues of gods on the shelf. The top one was the Taoist Sanqing, the one below was the Jade Emperor, and the next one was the Jade Emperor.

, almost all the Chinese gods are placed on it.

I thought to myself, isn’t this just about exorcising ghosts? Look at this, we have to invite all the gods and Buddhas in the sky? Who can afford it? The art of Shangmao is quite rare, but we still need to invite all the gods and Buddhas in the sky? I guess it’s not possible

The knowledgeable people are shocked when they see this. The knowledgeable people, like me, think this is nonsense.

Under that "magnificent" shelf, there is a long altar table. The tributes on this altar table are incredible, not to mention the fragrance of candles, fruits and pastries, as well as whole chickens, whole ducks, and whole pigs.

, what is displayed is called abundance.

I remembered that my master had always made offerings casually, just a stack of steamed buns. My master once said: "Whether the gods and Buddhas come or not has nothing to do with the tribute. It only has to do with you, the magic caster! The sky is full of gods and Buddhas.

He's not a hungry guy, he has no limit when he sees food. The amount of the tribute doesn't mean it's sincerity, it's good that the respect is there."

When I was thinking about this tribute, Su Rou next to me had already asked someone to inquire. 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 paid by the bosses. It would be great if the master can come. Who dares to let anyone else pay tribute?" This man was obviously infected by this solemn and magnificent momentum, and became

The 'fans' of that fake Taoist priest defended him very much.

"Then what should I do with these tributes after the ritual?" Surou has always been a good boy who values ​​"food". I guess he asked this question because he was heartbroken that these tributes would be thrown away after the ritual.

Is this guy planning to pick it up? I glanced at Su Rou, who completely ignored me and just stared at that person, waiting for an answer.

The man said: "I have heard about this. After the ritual ceremony is completed, the master will take these tributes back and handle them personally. He said that they are tributes to the gods. If others touch them, it would be disrespectful to the gods.

You have to deal with it yourself.”

When I heard this, I was really helpless. This fake Taoist priest really knows how to talk nonsense! After the tribute, ordinary people can eat it hot and eat it, which is completely fine. But when it comes to his mouth, it would be disrespectful.

Before I could say anything, Surou spoke first, and he whispered to me: "This Taoist priest is such a fucking bastard that he won't even let go of this little tribute. But it's also true that there are so many tributes, so take them home."

, you can eat it for a long time if you put it in the refrigerator.”

I said jokingly: "No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat."

Then he continued to look at this place. In front of the long altar, there is the altar of the 'Master'. Tsk tsk, it is a gorgeous altar, with fine yellow brocade and paper figures and horses. It is like a flower cluster. I guess he

All the paper figures and horses needed to open the altar are ready.

There were densely packed objects on the altar. I couldn’t see clearly what they were, and I didn’t bother to look at them. At least I didn’t feel any fluctuations in magic power. You must know that true Taoist priests have a certain sensitivity to magic weapons.

, even Taoist priests who do not have strong spiritual senses have it. It is because of long-term contact and natural induction.

And around the altar, there are a lot of futons and small tables placed in a decent manner. What are these for? Do you want to have class?

I became 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 an altar, he needs these disciples to protect him. Because the master has killed many demons and enemies over the years, he is afraid that when he is doing his best to open the altar, some enemies will take advantage of it.

Ah." The person next to me explained to me.

This statement stunned me. In modern terms, it made me so excited that I couldn't stop. I couldn't help but mutter: "This master class is really high-profile."

As a result, the man next to him was unconvinced and said: "Master is very low-key. You know the Public Security Bureau just can't tolerate people like them. He is not doing it for everyone, and he doesn't want to start a forum at all."

"Master is so selfless? But why do I find that I want to invite him, but the money is not enough?" I deliberately said, but to be honest, I really can't stand it anymore. Like my master, he just takes money, which is pleasing to the eye.

If you don’t accept it, you don’t accept it. I never claim to be a moral model.

As for my master, he has no concept of money at all and only acts based on his heart.

Such a master liar has become a compassionate person. I would like to hear what that person would answer.

When the man heard what I said, he let out a helpless sigh and said: "I heard that the master doesn't want to accept money, but he has so many disciples who rely on him, and he is very weak every time he takes action.

, you need to replenish your health. It is necessary to give money! And the master never says the price, it is all given by the sufferers themselves."

I snorted coldly in my heart and said nothing more. I had to admit that these fake Taoist priests were more popular than the real Taoist priests. No wonder Master often said that liars are often the group of people who can best grasp the weaknesses of people's hearts.

At this time, it was already 7:50. The master had not appeared for a long time, but about 10 people suddenly appeared. As soon as they entered the place, they ran behind the shelves. When they came out, they all turned into Taoist robes.

Taoist priest.

People are exclaiming, the master's apprentice is here, and the master's apprentice seems to be very capable.

I took a look and found that indeed, compared to me, a true Taoist priest, he is indeed more like a Taoist priest. He looks unfazed by favors and humiliations, and has compassion for others. He walks in a square step and is very graceful. When he sits down, he does not forget to perform a Taoist ritual.

, shouted to people: "Infinite Heavenly Lord."

In comparison, I look like a gangster.
Chapter completed!