It would be okay to link her to a financial anchor or an archaeological anchor.

By connecting with an old monk, does he want her to follow him and chant Amitabha?

The cell phone rang and Ye Wan picked it up.

A burst of "Hahahahahaha" of joyful laughter came from the receiver.

Qiu Yuze was in a good mood. "Honghuang, you are lucky. Old Monk Xuanmiao is a very nice person. He always chats with fans with a kind face, chants a few words of Amitabha, and then drinks a few bowls of chicken soup for the soul, and then a live broadcast is over. Not bad, not bad, the interactive link will be at 8 o'clock tomorrow night. You should hurry up and recite the Vajra Mantra and the Great Compassion Mantra a few times tomorrow. We can use some last-minute help, and we won't lose too badly!"

???

Lose? Ye Wan keenly grasped the key words, "Isn't it an interactive link? There is also a win or lose?"

"Of course!"

Qiu Yuze patiently explained: "Otherwise, is the platform idle? There is no winning or losing, and the anchors are too hungry to do this thankless task."

"Today and tomorrow, there will be 25 interactions each day. The ranking will be based on the number of fans and gifts added in each interaction. The winner will move on to the next interaction, and the loser will stop here."

"After a series of PKs, the top three on the interactive list, that is, the final three people in this 'Dreams Come True', will be promoted to a higher level of anchor level according to the results. This is also the result that the anchors want."

Knowing that Ye Wan had no interest in whether he was a bronze anchor or a king anchor, Qiu Yuze said bluntly: "Each level of anchor has a different level from the platform, you know!"

Ye Wan's eyes lit up.

"In other words, the higher the level, the more you get and the less the platform gets?"

“That’s right!”

"Great, I got it, hang up, I'm going to chant!"

The phone was hung up unexpectedly, and the girl's cute voice "I'm going to chant" was still echoing in his ears. Qiu Yuze: "..."

Ye Wan's fingers flew as he clicked on the live broadcast of Old Monk Xuanmiao with the most online viewers.

A clean and bright Zen room.

The image quality is average, and it can be concluded that the other party is not even using any live broadcast equipment, just an ordinary smartphone.

But the simple and clean nanmu table, the wooden fish on the table, the bamboo futon in front of the table, every object is just right, as if it has been there for hundreds or thousands of years.

It makes people's restless mood calm down involuntarily.

When the trembling old monk came over, sat on the cushion, opened the scriptures and began to read, all the distracting thoughts in my heart and mind flew away, and the feeling of being cleansed became more obvious.

The first half was spent chanting scriptures, and the second half was spent chatting about family matters.

The old monk said a few words, and each of them contained great wisdom, which is what people often call chicken soup for the soul.

After a live broadcast, not to mention the hundreds of millions of fans in the live broadcast room, even Ye Wan felt refreshed.

The depression caused by a series of misfortunes including the death of my parents and the bankruptcy of my company.

The anger after being slandered and the pride after fighting back.

I feel relieved a lot.

Ye Wan was still pondering the old monk's Zen sayings until he went to sleep, and he felt indescribably calm.

Little did I realize that the online discussion about this live broadcast had surpassed the other 49 broadcasts.

The next morning, as soon as Ye Wan opened his eyes, he received a WeChat message from Tang Mulin, "Wan Wan Wan Wan, you've been hung up again!"

Thank you for your tips and recommendations, I love you~~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)