9 Chapter 9
◎We are going to make a fortune!◎
The live broadcast room fell into silence for a few seconds.
After a moment, Brother Wang and Yang Mao said in unison: "Huh??"
【ah? ? ? 】
【What did you say? Did I hear it wrong?】
【Really?】
Didn't the doctor say Yingying wouldn't survive this winter?
[Emm, anchor, please stop bragging. I still believe the doctor's diagnosis.]
In another livestream room, Master Qing Si gave a strange laugh and said, "Fellow Daoist, it's not wise to try to act impressively. Even my master wouldn't be able to do such a thing. Don't just give people hope for traffic and then disappoint them."
【I'm speechless.】
[Why would she say such nonsense when human life is at stake? ]
[For the sake of traffic, there is absolutely no limit to the number of likes, so I reported it. 】
[Eating human blood buns, disgusting. ]
[What the hell is this? It's not even as good as a finger of Master Qing Si.]
[Why not let Master Qing Si perform a ritual to allow Yingying to pass away peacefully, and continue to be Brother Wang's child in her next life.]
Qian Yang said unconcernedly, "If your master can't do it, it means he's not very skilled. What does it have to do with whether I can do it? The people down there are not only useless, but also ignorant."
Qianyang spoke in a calm tone, without any condescending or preaching tone, as if he was stating a fact, but to others it sounded like needles pricking their ears.
Master Qing Si laughed in anger and said softly, "I wonder where your friend's teacher came from? His tone is so arrogant."
"The Qian family." Qian Yang said casually.
"Forgive my ignorance, but among the Great Thousand Immortal Sects, Qing Si has heard of the 'Qian Family' sect from me."
"Then you are indeed ignorant." Qianyang said sincerely.
[The host has a sharp tongue.]
【Master Qing Si is going to be pissed off, hahaha.】
Interesting, really interesting.
[Don't get off topic! Can the anchor really save Yingying? ]
At this moment, Brother Wang came to his senses and excitedly pointed the camera at his own face, almost babbling incoherently: "Master... are you really, really... willing to save Yingying?!"
The word "willing" uttered by Brother Wang was very subtle, which showed that he believed in Qianyang from the beginning to the end, and also gave Qianyang room to retreat.
Yang Mao glanced at his master and found that the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. After all, she was a girl in her twenties. After being secretly praised by Brother Wang, her mood became visibly better.
Qianyang nodded, "I can save her, but there are conditions."
Brother Wang was overjoyed and said firmly, "Master, please tell me what conditions you have. As long as you can save my daughter, I will go through fire and water!"
"It's not that serious." Qianyang said slowly.
"There's a small Qianshan Mountain in Taihang City. On its north side, there's a stone staircase with thousands of steps, built over a century. You need to prepare a piece of talisman paper with Yingying's name, surname, and birth date written on it. Bring her childhood clothes, and walk down the stone staircase, bowing every hundred steps until you reach a collapsed Taoist temple. In front of the temple stands a century-old tree. Burn the yellow paper and clothes together, then bow three times and kowtow nine times. If the tree drops three branches and leaves into the ashes, it will grant your consent and accept Yingying as your adopted daughter."
Brother Wang listened very carefully and responded immediately: "I understand, Master. But if... the old tree doesn't agree..."
"Tell it my name. If it doesn't respond, I'll go back to the temple and pluck out all its branches and leaves."
The old tree had been practicing with Qian Yang for several years and had gained great cultivation skills. It was also blessed by the Qian family. If it refused to do anything even for a small matter, Qian Yang would go back and pull out all its branches and leaves.
Brother Wang looked solemn. "I understand, Master. Is this enough?"
Qian Yang said, "That's not enough. The old tree can protect Yingying for a while. When Yingying recovers, I need to go up the mountain to thank her personally and rebuild half of the stone wall of the collapsed Taoist temple with my own hands. I also need to live a good life from now on, doing good deeds and being a good person, otherwise I will suffer backlash."
Brother Wang was stunned for a moment, "Build half a stone wall?"
"Um."
【I seem to have heard of this situation.】
When I was a kid and in poor health, my mom made me worship a tree as my godfather!
[Taihang City...there really is a small Qianshan Mountain!]
[Oh my god! A century-old tree!]
【Is what the anchor said true? 】
[Can that tree still give the anchor face? ]
[Emmm, a Taoist temple on Xiaoqian Mountain? Locals haven't heard of it.]
Brother Wang ignored the comments in the live broadcast room and asked in a deep voice: "Master, after doing this, will Yingying be safe and worry-free?"
Qian Yang nodded and said, "Of course it's not foolproof. She's not ill, but she's weak. You all need to take good care of her."
"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master! I'll do it right away!"
【Isn’t it... so magical? 】
[Huh? Yingying won't die?]
【Is saving people so easy? 】
[Then is it okay for others to follow suit...]
Qian Yang pursed his lips and said, "How can it be that simple? No one else can save her."
【Why? ? 】
【Open your ears. 】
Is there any difference?
【curious. 】
Qian Yang said: "Because I like this little girl, and I can't cure the disease."
【ah……】
[Is the anchor so awesome? ]
Is it too early to say this now?
[It's still uncertain, maybe he's just pretending.]
"Meow……"
Just then, a cat's meow was heard in the live broadcast room.
Brother Wang immediately pointed the camera at the little black cat and said, "Master, it seems to have something to say to you."
The little black cat ate something and regained some strength. He raised his head and tried to rub against Qianyang on the screen.
"Meow……"
Qian Yang smiled and said, "You're welcome."
[Woo woo woo, no matter what, the cat is definitely not acting. ]
【I hope the anchor can really save Yingying. 】
[I'm putting this out there. As long as Yingying recovers, I'll definitely build a fruit stall for the anchor.]
【Ah ...
【It makes me want to go to Xiaoqian Mountain to take a look. 】
Is anyone in Taihang City looking for a group to hike Xiaoqian Mountain at night? Could you help Brother Wang find the way?
[Okay! Add a v]
Seeing this, Qian Yang dissuaded them, saying, "I advise you not to go. You won't be able to find the Taoist temple, nor will you be able to see the old tree."
However, no one in the live broadcast room paid attention to her words. Three or two people had already made an appointment to climb Xiaoqian Mountain tonight.
Brother Wang hurriedly took the little black cat to the pet hospital, and prepared the things needed for going up the mountain. He gave some gifts and hurriedly ended the connection.
"Fellow Daoist, if you can bring spring back to Yingying, I, Qingsi, will be willing to admit defeat."
"Huh? You're still here?" Qianyang asked in surprise.
"Wait for good news."
After saying this, Master Qingsi left the live broadcast room.
Yang Mao also quit his live broadcast room.
"It's almost time for today, see you tomorrow." Qianyang yawned. Her sleep has always been regular.
[No, I haven’t seen enough.]
[The anchor's followers are increasing rapidly, already over 700.]
【I am one of the first ten fans to follow the anchor! 】
[Then why can't I learn the art of finding things? Will there be other little pieces of knowledge in the future?]
Qianyang replied, "Yes."
【That's good. 】
【So exciting, pay attention! 】
[I hope the anchor becomes very famous, and let Qing Si and his fans eat shit.]
[Look down on small platforms and small anchors, who asked them to come? ]
【God is like gold. 】
[When does the anchor start the show tomorrow? I'll be waiting.]
Qianyang thought for a moment and said, "Nine o'clock in the morning."
【OK! 】
【No lateness! 】
"Get off. Bye."
Qianyang ended the live broadcast in the background and entered the income interface, and found that the income from the live broadcast on the first day exceeded 5,000 yuan!
"Master! We are going to make a fortune!" Yang Mao said excitedly.
The first day of live broadcasting earned 5,000 yuan, and a month's income was 150,000 yuan. If there are advertisements and sales in the future, how much money can I make in a month!
"Finally, I don't have to go around for interviews! Master, let me be your live broadcast assistant from now on!" Yang Mao said excitedly.
With an income of 5,000 yuan a day, I wonder how many Big Mac pancakes I can buy.
Our ancestors’ advice was indeed correct; live streaming makes money quickly.
"Master, can Brother Wang really save Yingying by doing that?" Yang Mao asked curiously.
Qian Yang said: "You don't believe in your master?"
"No, no, I'm just a little curious. Didn't the doctor and that Master Qing Si both say there's no hope?"
"She's just in poor health. Her destiny isn't strong enough, but she's not seriously ill. That century-old tree is more than enough to save her life."
But because of the old tree's kindness, Yingying cannot do evil things or be a bad person, otherwise the retribution in the future will definitely be even worse.
Yang Mao continued to ask, "Then why did Yingying go to build half a wall for the Taoist temple after her condition improved?"
During the live broadcast, Qian Yang deliberately ignored this issue, which was enough to show that it was not convenient for outsiders to know.
Now that the chief disciple of the Qian family asked about it, Qian Yang had no need to hide it any further.
"The Qian family's ancestral house was originally built brick by brick by believers a hundred years ago, withstanding a century of wind and rain. Now, a hundred years later, the ancestral house has collapsed. It's not just because of the flood, but more importantly, there are no more believers of the Qian family in this world. Maybe... no one even remembers the Qian family."
Qianyang lowered his eyes, his tone unable to hide the sigh.
"So, only believers or people who have received favors from the Qian family can rebuild the Qian family's ancestral home?" Yang Mao asked.
"That's right." Qianyang nodded.
"Master..." Yang Mao became depressed. The Qian family's ancestral house collapsed, and the master had no home. He didn't know when he would receive so many believers and rebuild the Qian family's ancestral house.
Master, a young girl in her early twenties, actually...
Qian Yang seemed to see what he was thinking. He patted his shoulder comfortingly and said, "Disciple, the responsibility of rebuilding the Qian family's ancestral home and recruiting more believers falls on you and me."
Yang Mao said with all his might, "Master, don't worry! I will definitely work hard!"
"...Then Master, can I be as powerful as you in the future?" There was hope in Yang Mao's eyes.
"Hmm... not likely."
"Oh..." Yang Mao breathed a sigh of relief.
Qian Yang thought of something and hesitated, "That Master Qing Si, is he very famous?"
Yang Mao scratched the back of his head and said, "To be honest, Master, before I met you, I didn't believe in these weird things."
"However, he has hundreds of thousands of followers on the Shark platform, and the number of viewers in his live broadcast room rarely drops below 100,000. For a streamer in the Metaphysics Zone, this is already a very good result."
Qianyang nodded thoughtfully, "Does that mean his achievements are nothing compared to other live broadcast areas?"
Yang Mao said: "I can't say it's nothing, but Shark is a big-name platform, and the top anchors basically have more than 10 million followers."
"I see."
“Ding Dong——”
“Ding Dong——”
“Ding Dong——”
"What's that sound?" Qian Yang asked suspiciously.
Yang Mao said, "Master, it seems someone sent you a private message."
Qianyang followed his instructions and entered the private message list.
Administrator 9958: [Master Qianyang~ Congratulations on reaching four-digit viewers on your first day. Are you interested in becoming a contracted streamer on our Qingning platform? The benefits are great.]
Go to your island: [Hello Master, congratulations on your great achievement. Are you interested in learning about the signing benefits of Shark Live? ]
Sensen's Moon: [Hello, host. I'm the agent of the Little Moon live streaming platform. Our platform offers great benefits to new signees. Are you interested in learning more?]
…
The private message list is filled with agents from other live streaming platforms.
Yang Mao's face flushed with excitement, "Master! Shark and Little Moon are both great platforms!"
"We're going to make a fortune!"
【Author’s words】
[Poor] It will be on the list soon, and the next chapter update will be moved to Thursday afternoon~
Love you [kiss]
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