While chatting happily in the live broadcast room, An Rugu opened the private message and sent a private message to the person he had just met, Shi Guang Yi Shi: [The effect of the meditation talisman is only one month. I don't recommend you to use the talisman to calm your mind. In the end, you still have to rely on yourself to get out of it. ]
【If a person can always be clear and peaceful, all heaven and earth are his. 】
Then I contacted the third person, Mother Wang.
After a while, the destined person connected to the live broadcast room, and a middle-aged woman in her fifties appeared on the screen. She had curly hair with a very small arc, and was dressed very neatly. You can often see this kind of aunt on the roadside.
She seemed reluctant to show up, and only wore a mask. But she was frowning and looked anxious, as if she had encountered something bad.
As soon as she entered the live broadcast room, she hurriedly said: "Host, I was recommended to you by my mahjong friend. She said that you are very accurate in fortune-telling. Now my daughter has been kidnapped. What do you think we should do?"
Her tone was flustered and she kept walking around the room with her cell phone, obviously very anxious.
When the people in the live broadcast room heard this, they were shocked.
[Holy crap, kidnapping still exists in a society ruled by law?]
[Although I didn't see it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. There is always darkness hidden under the light. It seems that my aunt's family is rich. ]
Mother Wang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. After seeing these comments, she patted her thigh and said, "My family is just an ordinary family. We don't have much money. The kidnappers sent me a message asking for one million yuan, but I don't have that much money. Now I'm asking my husband to borrow money from relatives."
Seeing how much she missed her daughter, everyone felt as if their hearts were being pulled apart.
[I think I saw my mother. If I were kidnapped, my mother would be so worried. I want to call the police.]
[If I call the police, the kidnappers will definitely kill me. I can't call the police.]
[I know why the destined person wears a mask. The anchor is so popular now, maybe he is afraid that the kidnappers will recognize him. ]
Many people gave gifts in the live broadcast room: "I hope the anchor can help her find her daughter!"
Even if they don't say it, An Rugu will do it.
She lowered her eyes and thought about it, which reminded her of Su Zhi's incident. Although kidnapping was rare, it was not extinct.
Being kidnapped cannot be resolved by simply calling the police.
How to rescue the girl from the kidnappers safely?
She thought for a long time but still had no idea, so she looked at Mother Wang: "Do you have a photo of your daughter? Send me one so that I can tell the fortune more carefully and accurately.
By the way, pay the divination fee, a high-energy salute."
"some."
Mother Wang hurriedly sent a photo and gave a reward for the divination.
The woman in the photo is about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She is dressed neatly in a suit and has the heroic demeanor of a workplace elite.
She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and counted on her fingers.
After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Seeing that she was no longer calculating, Mother Wang thought that the result was out, and asked many questions in a hurry, and was so anxious that she was incoherent: "Master, is my daughter okay now?"
If we give him one million, will they return my daughter to me? No, they won't kill her, right? "
An Rugu was about to speak when there was a sudden noise outside the door and a middle-aged man walked in.
The man handed his cell phone to Wang's mother, his face pale and stammering: "The kidnapper called me, I don't know what to say, you should talk to him."
Perhaps because she is a strong mother, Wang took a deep breath, grabbed the phone, and put it to her ear: "Is my daughter okay?"
A deep voice of a middle-aged man came from the other end of the microphone: "She is fine now, but whether she will be good in the future depends on your choice. Is the one million ready?"
Mother Wang looked at her husband, who shook his head with a troubled look on his face, which made her heart skip a beat.
It seems that one million is not ready.
She was both scared and terrified, and didn't know how to tell the middle-aged man.
If she told the truth, the other party might kill her daughter. If she lied, she didn't have a million and couldn't come up with the money, so her daughter would still be killed.
It's a dead end no matter how you look at it...
Deep despair rose in her heart. She gritted her teeth, her brain worked at high speed, and she simply gave up: "My family really doesn't have a million in savings, so I can't pay so much. Can it be cheaper?"
The other side paused and said, "...How much cheaper do you want?"
Mother Wang blinked her eyes, as if she had been pardoned. She keenly noticed the signal sent by the other party and her heart was filled with joy.
What she meant was... the price is negotiable.
After she realized that the other party was not very firm, her countless experiences of bargaining came to her mind.
She bit her lip and tentatively reported the lowest number, her voice mournful: "I'm sorry, I only have 30,000 yuan on hand right now, and my husband has 50,000 yuan. Do you think 80,000 yuan will be okay?"
Her tone was so pitiful that anyone who heard it would think she was telling the truth.
The husband next to him was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Huh?"
Their family is not wealthy, but their savings are twice as much as what she said, and that doesn't include the money borrowed from relatives. What she said is too little.
After hearing what he said, Mother Wang turned her head and glanced at him. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if to say, "Don't talk!"
She was testing the kidnapper's bottom line.
My husband has been with her for so many years and is very familiar with her eye language. He immediately looked at her nose and her heart and shut his mouth.
There was a pause over there, and with a hint of anger, "No, 80,000 yuan is too little! Can't you ask your relatives for a loan?"
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When the husband heard this, his heart suddenly rose to his throat. He quickly walked to his wife and winked at her.
You can borrow money from relatives, but you must not anger the kidnappers and harm your daughter!
However, based on her past experience in bargaining, Mother Wang sensed a hint of concession in his tone.
If the other party is not willing, they would have hung up the phone long ago and would not have argued angrily. This means that they are just dissatisfied with the price and hope it is higher.
She said in a deep and pitiful tone, "But they are also poor, and we don't have a good relationship with them. How about this, we ask them to lend us some money and give you 150,000 tomorrow, okay?"
The audience in the live broadcast room's hearts almost jumped out of their throats, as if they had already anticipated the scene of their daughter's blood splattering on the spot.
【???If you didn't know, you would think the aunt was bargaining with a street vendor.】
[I'm impressed. I only dare to bargain with vegetable vendors. I didn't expect that Auntie would dare to do this to the kidnappers...]
[Oh my god, I don't dare to look at my phone anymore. The kidnapper will definitely be angry.]
However, what no one expected was that an angry man's voice came from the other end of the microphone: "...No, two hundred thousand, no bargaining, less than this amount, I will kill the person directly."
Everyone: “???”
[Good fellow, your aunt will always be your aunt. ]
[Fuck, did I hear you right? The kidnapper actually agreed? If you are kidnapped, just blink.]
[With just a few simple words, the price of one million was reduced to two hundred thousand... This kidnapper is too easy to talk to. ]
[You don't understand. Aunties participate in bloody battles every day. They are good at psychological games and tactics. It looks very easy, but the tone and words are all details.]
[My aunt is a tough guy in society, she doesn't talk much. ]
Mother Wang hurriedly agreed, asked the kidnapper for her bank account number, found a piece of paper and pen to write it down, and then hung up the phone.
She then let out a long sigh, put down her husband's phone, picked up her own phone, and felt relieved: "Anchor, it seems that there is no need to count it. I will transfer the money when the time comes, and my daughter will be back."
At this moment, she was shining with golden light in the eyes of everyone in the live broadcast room.
[Coach, I want to learn how to bargain. ]
【Auntie, take care of me. 】
[For people with social anxiety, bargaining is a skill they will never master in their lifetime. ]
Seeing so many people praising her, Mother Wang's cheeks turned red, and she felt a little proud: "I'm just average, I don't have any special skills. But I do have some tricks, I can tell you if you want to hear them."
She spoke for several minutes, all valuable information, and people in the live broadcast room recorded the screen to record this valuable life experience.
However, after she finished speaking, An Rugu took a sip of tea and said quietly: "I advise you not to transfer this money."
Mother Wang: “???”
Audience in the live broadcast room: “???”
Mother Wang was shocked, with disbelief written all over her face: "Ah? Why don't you transfer the money? My daughter hasn't been rescued yet."
"In fact, your daughter was not kidnapped at all."
She wanted to say something just now, but Mrs. Wang kept talking. Out of politeness, she did not interrupt her.
Mother Wang stood there in shock, her eyes wide open: "But... that number is my daughter's."
"Your daughter's phone was stolen."
[Wow, I was like, wow, it turns out this is a scam targeting middle-aged and elderly people.]
[I think the punishment must be imposed.]
[You can be imprisoned but not imprisoned. 】
When Mother Wang understood, she was instantly overjoyed.
No matter what, as long as her daughter is safe.
"Then where is she now? Why hasn't she reissued her SIM card yet?"
"Don't worry, she's still at work and is very safe. If you don't believe me, you can contact her supervisor and colleagues."
But she was a little worried and didn't take any action for a long time: "She works in a big city. We don't have the phone numbers of her boss and colleagues, and she didn't tell me either."
She then turned to her husband and said, "Why don't we go see her this afternoon?"
My husband nodded immediately, thinking the same thing: "Okay."
She was very happy to know her daughter was fine, and quickly thanked An Rugu: "Then we won't pay the money for now, Master, thank you, if it weren't for you, we would have lost hundreds of thousands."
"It's okay, remember to call the police."
"good!"
After they chatted for a few minutes, they hung up the phone.
The audience in the live broadcast room were still frantically discussing what had just happened.
[Even an auntie could be fooled by such a simple scam. It can be seen that her awareness of fraud prevention is not very good. 】
[I suspect my aunt is trying to scam me into downloading the anti-fraud APP (狗头)]
[Yes, you have a strong sense of anti-fraud.]
[You have engraved anti-fraud into your bones. ]
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An Rugu saw these comments: "..."
The comments are always weird.
She looked at her watch and realized she had been live streaming for several hours. She said, "Today's live streaming ends here. The next one will be in ten days. See you then."
She ignored the audience's cute and rolling attempts to entreat her to stay and raised her hand to turn off the live broadcast room.
Related videos in the live broadcast room have become a hot search.
#Welcome to the Sun and Clouds 13th Live Broadcast#
#How to purchase the meditation talisman#
#On what it's like for a father and son to fall in love with the same woman#
#Auntie cut the ransom from 1 million to 200,000#
…
She clicked on the hot search for purchasing methods and took a look. It turned out that many people were not convenient to come to Izumo Temple, so they hoped to find scalpers to purchase on their behalf.
She thought for a moment and posted a new Weibo: "This amulet is only valid for one month, and requires your name and date of birth. I won't sell it to scalpers."
Now Chuyun Temple is very popular, and many people come here every day to check in and ask for talismans. When things are selling well, there are always scalpers who hope to make huge profits from it.
But every scalper failed on Mount Izumo.
As long as she did the math, the other party's intentions would be self-evident.
Over time, no scalpers have visited Izumo Temple and it has been put on the scalpers' blacklist.
...........
It is late autumn now, the weather is clear and the air is refreshing, making people feel happy.
An Rugu took a bite of the chestnut osmanthus crisp, which was the first bite of osmanthus in autumn. The aroma of butter wrapped the whole osmanthus crisp, making people feel excited at the first sniff.
When you take a bite, the aroma of glutinous rice and osmanthus intertwines and lingers on the tip of your tongue. It is very elegant and refreshing.
"It's delicious." An Rugu's expression remained unchanged, but he nodded immediately: "Your cooking skills are really good, did you learn it from your master?"
"I added some butter, it's an improved version." Shang Yue's voice jumped with joy, as if she had thought of something, but also a little melancholy: "I don't know if he has been reincarnated. I have to burn some paper money for him in a couple of days."
An Rugu asked curiously, "Does he need money?"
"He had been dead for hundreds of years, and no one worshipped him anymore. I felt sorry for him, so I gave him some paper money, which made him very happy. He held my hand and told me that he wanted to teach me how to cook. I got angry when I refused to learn."
"Is that so?" An Rugu's eyes swept across Shang Yue's face: "By the way, who did you learn your cultivation from?"
When people get along with each other, it is most taboo to talk about deep things with people they just met, so she didn't ask much at the beginning.
Now that they were familiar with each other, she knew that she was not a bad person, so she became interested and took the initiative to ask her about her life.
Ordinary ghosts are just wandering ghosts that may disappear at any time. But when I first met Shang Yue, she had already cultivated herself and was a ghost cultivator.
"You ask that." Shang Yue supported her face with a smile on her face: "I learned this from Master Qi."
The two words "Seventh Master" have no beginning or end, and most people can't understand them.
But An Rugu paused, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "...Bai Wuchang?"
The White Impermanence is called Xie Bian, and is called the Seventh Master by everyone. The Black Impermanence is called Fan Wujiu, and is called the Eighth Master by everyone.
Apart from Bai Wuchang, it seems that no one else dares to be called the Seventh Lord of the Underworld by this name.
Shang Yue nodded: "It's him."
She saw that An Rugu's expression was a little different from usual, so she curled her lips and said with a smile: "After I died, I found out that my ancestor was the wife of Master Qi, that is, Wu Chang Po. At that time, I was thinking about waiting for Wang Ke, but I was reluctant to reincarnate and was always bullied, so I went to cling to my ancestor's thigh."
An Rugu blinked, a little surprised: "...So they taught you the ghost cultivation technique?"
"Yes, that is the technique developed by Master Qi. It can absorb the negative energy of heaven and earth and transform it into one's own magic power. Master Qi is very kind and has taught many people. They have not learned as well as I have, and Master Qi even praised me for being smart..."
As Shang Yue was talking, his eyes became a little vague and he didn't continue.
An Rugu took a sip of tea and understood what she meant.
Later, she escaped from the underworld and came to the human world, hoping to take away Wang Ke's soul. This was definitely not what Bai Wuchang and Wuchangpo wanted to see.
A hint of guilt appeared on Shang Yue's charming face, and her eyes were erratic: "If I am caught by him, I will definitely be skinned alive, and maybe thrown into hell, where I will be burned by fire every day, unable to live or die."
An Rugu was curious: "You and he are related. If he is willing to teach you the ghost cultivation technique, he shouldn't treat you like this."
However, Shang Yue slowly shook her head: "I know that the Seventh Master is kind, but the Eighth Master..."
Thinking of Hei Wuchang, she shuddered and shook all over: "He is too fierce. Those evil ghosts will die quickly if they meet the Seventh Master, but if they meet the Eighth Master, they will definitely be thrown into hell."
An Rugu finally understood.
She had actually heard about the Black and White Impermanence in some records. It was said that the White Impermanence Xie Bian was a kind person who would repay the gods for peace, while the Black Impermanence Fan Wujiu was a vicious person who could not save the criminals.
Now that she heard the former resident of the underworld's own words, her impression of the Black and White Impermanence became even more profound.
"The more evil a ghost does, the more afraid he is of it."
She raised her eyes to glance at An Rugu, patted her chest, and said with a smile: "Why am I telling you all this? Anyway, they won't crawl out of the underworld. Hahahahaha, why should I be afraid?"
An Rugu thought it made sense, so he said, "I am the only living person in the entire Taoist temple. It won't be too late for you to worry about this matter when my time is up."
When she dies, the underworld will come to take her soul away, and there is a chance that she will encounter the Black and White Impermanence.
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Shang Yue was stunned when he heard this. He didn't care about being afraid of the Black and White Impermanence and felt a little melancholy in his heart.
Everyone will die one day. As long as you are human, you will die sooner or later.
She smiled and said, "You have such strong magical powers, you will definitely be able to get along well in the underworld, and maybe even get a job."
"Um."
When An Rugu was imagining her life after death, for some reason, a strong sense of crisis came over her.
She sniffed and found a thick yin energy filling the air.
Then he looked towards the entrance of the Taoist temple as if he had realized something. Suddenly, two figures stood outside.
They were not afraid of the gods enshrined in the Taoist temple, so they walked into the temple without hesitation.
The man in the black robe had stern eyes and a fierce look on his face. He wore a tall hat with the four big characters "Peace in the World" written on it.
The man in the white robe had a smile on his face. He was tall and thin, and on his tall hat were four big characters written on them: "First sight brings wealth."
The two men held handcuffs and shackles in their hands, and the shackles scraped against the ground, making a clanking sound.
When An Rugu saw the appearance of the two people, a deep surprise flashed in his eyes.
The appearance of these two people is very similar to the Black and White Impermanence that we have seen in records, and they also have such a strong ghostly aura.
Could it really be... Black and White Impermanence?
She raised her hand and gently touched her lips, thinking about something. Then she picked up the teacup and looked at the clear tea.
"rise."
The tea did not react at all and remained calm.
She called out several more times, but there was still no response from the tea.
An Rugu: “…”
It seems to be just a coincidence, she has not awakened the ability of words.
Shang Yue noticed her strangeness and looked towards the door curiously.
As soon as he saw the two people's appearance clearly, the next second, he fell off the stool.
She didn't even have time to cry out in pain. She just rolled on the ground and stood up, then ran to the side like a madman.
Help! How did the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master crawl out from underground?
However, the iron chain in Bai Wuchang's hand suddenly grew at a terrifying speed, stabbing towards Shang Yue, surrounding her in circles.
Three seconds later, Shang Yue was wrapped in iron chains like a dumpling, squatting in the corner with tears in her eyes.
She wanted to use some magic to escape, but she was imprisoned by the chains and could not use any abilities. She temporarily became an ordinary ghost and could only be slaughtered by others.
The soul-locking chain... is so terrifying!
She knew she couldn't escape, so she simply started to act nice: "Seventh Master, Eighth Master, why are you here?"
Bai Wuchang smiled and said, "How can I take you back to the underworld if I don't come?"
He took action first because he was worried that Hei Wuchang would be too heavy-handed.
Shang Yue didn't know what Bai Wuchang was thinking, so she smiled and said, "I am just a lonely ghost, and I am sorry to bother you all to come here."
She was both terrified and flattered.
It would have been enough to send an ordinary ghost messenger, but all the ghost masters came, and the little girl was treated like a ghost king.
After a while, the shooting game she had just played came to her mind, and her heart ached terribly.
It’s so annoying. She’s being arrested before she even finishes the game. At least let her finish the game!
Hei Wuchang glanced at Shang Yue coldly, and his eyes fell on An Rugu: "We are not here to find you this time."
Shang Yue: “???”
An Rugu blinked, a little shocked.
The ghost of impermanence came to her house to take her soul away, and she had no other intentions, but her life span was obviously more than 22 years...
Shang Yue didn't know about this and was shocked, as if struck by lightning. She said with a sad face, "You must work hard to take the exam for a civil service position in the underworld. I will go to hell to be punished in the future. Please save me for the sake of our past. Only you can save me."
An Rugu: “…”
She really arranged everything for the two of them.
An Rugu glanced at the serious-looking Hei Wuchang in front of her and felt that things might not be as she thought. If he really came to take away souls, he would have taken action long ago.
She then asked politely, "What brings you here?"
Bai Wuchang took out a memorial and smiled: "I heard from Lord Yan Wang that you are not only a heavenly master, but also very influential in the world."
Hei Wuchang raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the statue. The Chuyun Temple was very popular with incense sticks, and all of them were high-quality incense sticks that carried the power of wishes. The statue was faintly glowing with a faint golden light.
An Rugu didn't understand why, so he nodded and said, "Thank you for the compliment."
Then he raised his hand to take the letter, which was shrouded in a thick ghostly aura and the cover was shining with dazzling golden light.
Bai Wuchang and Hei Wuchang looked at each other and said in unison, "We are here on the orders of the King of Hell to ask you to promote the underworld."
An Rugu: “?”
Now it was An Rugu's turn to be surprised. She had never expected to hear the words "promote the underworld" from the mouths of the Black and White Impermanence.
Is this something that can be promoted?
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