Qilian Trade Union.
When Ye Lan saw this familiar name, he remembered the recruitment news two days ago. After connecting the dots, he immediately understood what was going on today.
After a few minutes of slaughter here, the divine fortune teller over there seemed to notice something, waved the whisk in his hand, and said in a quiet voice: "Everyone, please don't start a dispute. This time, the Taoist priest is broadcasting live to pray for blessings. I hope you can remain calm and think a little kindly of this Taoist priest and accumulate some good karma."
As soon as these words came out, fans rushed back to become believers and praised his noble character.
At this time, the Taoist priest bowed slightly towards Ye Lan and said sincerely, "I have no intention of offending you today. It's just that you and I are both members of the Xuanmen Sect and should contribute to the common people. I am currently in the area of the devastating earthquake four years ago, here to help the last batch of souls to be reborn. I hope that the host's fans can give me a small gift to help me send the deceased to the underworld."
He muttered for a long time and finally said the main point, which was to attract Ye Lan's traffic and get fans to come over and give gifts.
But the audience in the live broadcast room was very happy with it.
The earthquake four years ago shocked the whole world. The broken families and bloody corpses became nightmares for many people, and they still dare not think about them.
After learning that the fortune teller was going to pray for the souls of the dead, many people went over to give gifts and stayed there without Ye Lan saying anything.
In my heart, I still feel that Ye Lan's sentiments are not noble enough, and that he is not worthy of his position.
"Thank you all for your gifts. Your donations will go towards repairing the local primary school. Please rest assured."
When they heard that the gifts would be donated to charity, everyone praised them even more.
At this time, some viewers finally couldn't help but start to criticize.
"This comparison is truly insightful."
"Someone is just making money, he can't be compared with a true master."
…
Everyone was happily typing away on their keyboards with sarcastic remarks when they suddenly heard a young girl's faint voice coming from the live broadcast room.
"Have you ever heard that lying will result in your tongue being hooked in the eighteenth level of hell, Master?"
The Taoist priest, who was about to stand up from the mat, paused, a strange look flashing in his eyes, but he quickly put on a warm smile and said, "Donor, there is no need to misinterpret me like this. I am not charging any fees for this prayer. If you don't want to donate, I will not force you."
As soon as he finished speaking, an old lady dressed as a villager knocked on the door and came in. She put a basket of eggs in front of the Taoist priest and knelt down to kowtow to express her gratitude.
"I really want to thank the master for convincing the abbot of the temple to let me in to give birth four years ago. Otherwise, my child and I would not be alive today."
Upon hearing this, the Taoist's eyes gleamed, and he hurried forward to help the man up, saying, "A dead person is not as important as a living person. It was a chaotic time, and I was only able to do my best due to my limited abilities."
Upon hearing this, the audience in the live broadcast room immediately dug up old news about the earthquake and indeed found the story of the Taoist priest helping a pregnant woman to give birth in the temple. Their admiration for him immediately increased.
At this moment, Ye Lan watched the mother lead the child away through the screen. The moment she completely closed the door, she shook her head slightly and said calmly, "If you hadn't saved this child, you would have died four years ago."
What?
Not only the audience in the live broadcast room, but also the Taoist priest who heard this was stunned for a moment, then frowned and his tone became stern, "Even if this Taoist friend thinks I am taking advantage of your traffic, there is no need to curse me. I am upright and have no fear of such a mean trick."
Ye Lan was too lazy to continue talking nonsense with him and said bluntly: "Within three hours, you will die suddenly."
After being cursed twice in a row, the Taoist priest became angry. His face was covered with gloom. He flicked his whisk and said coldly, "You are so unvirtuous. I am afraid that you will have to suffer the pain of being gossiped in your afterlife."
Who doesn't know how to play curse?
After saying that, he raised his hand to disconnect the microphone and didn't plan to play PK anymore.
It doesn’t matter whether we fight or not now, Ye Lan has already blocked the road himself.
And now fans from both sides are indeed very dissatisfied with Ye Lan.
Even if one doesn't like having their traffic taken advantage of, cursing someone to death like this really ruins their good impression. For a while, many people clicked to unfollow, exited the live broadcast room, and went to the fortune teller on the other side.
The number of people in Wo Ting Feng Lan's live broadcast room plummeted in the blink of an eye to only 30,000 to 40,000, and he also fell off the popularity list.
But Ye Lan in front of the screen turned a deaf ear to it and picked up the teacup to drink.
Just at this moment, A Yue came in with a plate of freshly made pastries.
"This is the mung bean cake I just learned to make online. Do you want to try it and see if it tastes good?"
As she spoke, she pinched a piece with her own hands and wanted to feed it to Ye Lan.
Ye Lan turned her head slightly to avoid it. Just as she was about to say that she could eat it by herself, she heard Ah Yue exclaim, "Huh?" and pointed at the screen and said, "Why are there so many ghosts in your room?!"
She was squatting when she spoke, so her entire face was exposed in the camera and her vision was particularly clear.
This is clearly referring to the Taoist priest's room!
"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't go too far!" The Taoist priest could no longer bear it and slammed the table and shouted angrily.
Ah Yue was startled, blinking her eyes and said innocently, "I'm not kidding. Look, there's a headless person behind you, and there's another one missing an arm on your left. There's also a child behind you biting your hand. I think your hand must be feeling very uncomfortable lately."
The soft and warm Wu dialect is as gentle as the Jiangnan region after the rain, but the words spoken at this moment make people feel cold.
The Taoist priest, who was originally filled with anger, trembled violently with his right hand when he heard the last sentence, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
Ah Yue's dark eyes were still fixed on him, as if she were looking at something strange. She muttered to herself, "Strange! Why are these ghosts following him even though he clearly didn't kill anyone? They're clinging to him so tightly, making it impossible to separate them. Hey, what's wrong with him?"
She turned to look at Ye Lan, her face full of curiosity.
Ye Lan took a sip of tea and said in a cold voice, "Because he thought he was powerful and wanted to save them, he secretly collected people's kindness, but did not completely send these things away, which led to his resentment."
"Huh?" Ah Yue's mouth widened slightly in surprise, and the first thing she blurted out was, "Are there really such stupid humans?"
The audience in the live broadcast room: “…”
Taoist priest:"……"
Although they were severely criticized this time, neither the audience nor the Taoist himself got angry.
Because their focus has shifted to the matter of salvation.
The Taoist priest saw the messages and instructions constantly being sent to him from the lower right corner of the computer screen. He opened his mouth, but those arrogant and domineering words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word. In the end, he could only mutter softly, "Were those dead souls really not sent away?"
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