The Wicked Cultivation Game

Who doesn't want to be a host yet.

It's a pity that I was born stupid and not good at Buddhism, so I can only be a little monk.

When Huishan thought of this, the crowd outside was suddenly a little riot, from walking slowly to a trot with hands raised above the top.

Hui Shan was stunned, only then did he notice that it was raining outside for some reason.

The rain came strangely, and after a while, the light rain turned into heavy rain.

The heavy rain continued, and the pedestrians on the road without umbrellas were soaked.

"What are you doing here in a daze, go to the warehouse to get umbrellas and distribute them to the guests."

The old monk, who hurriedly passed by the intersection, saw a few people in a daze, and couldn't help but command.

"Yes Yes."

Hui Shan and others responded quickly, not daring to be lazy.

Jiangyun Temple has an excellent reputation in Jianghai City, not only because of its long history, but also because of its good service attitude.

Compared with the temples outside, their Jiangyun Temple has taken a new era of service-oriented route, positioning itself as a service industry.

Rather than the old-fashioned kind of lofty, waiting for others to climb the mountain to pray for Buddha, it will be sincere and spiritual, all kinds of torturing customers' positioning.

Only by being convenient with others can you earn more.

Make money, not shabby, serve customers well, and sincerely worship Buddha, there is no conflict.

The Buddha is still aloft, but their monks put down their bodies.

This transformation has been very successful so far.

The era is not the slow-paced era it used to be.

Everyone pays attention to efficiency, giving money, worshiping Buddha, praying, and doing everything in one step is good.

For this reason, it is acceptable to build mountain roads, even open flat-land airfields, and pull in more commercial alliances.

Originally, other old-school temples also carried out this kind of core positioning reform for temples with a long history such as Jiangyun Temple, which was very contemptuous.

Later, it was really fragrant, and the money was real.

Huishan also devoted himself to Buddhism for the sake of money. He heard from his colleagues that when he became the host, the money would come in a mess, and he yearned even more.

But when I really got to the temple, I realized that the internal promotion is strict and the assessment is strict. I don't learn Buddhism, and I'm a young monk all my life.

Fortunately, following the messing around honestly, you can also have a good time.

Due to the positioning of Jiangyun Temple in the service industry, the service to the guests has always been in place, so it is Huishan who is tired of running errands.

Taking an umbrella out of the warehouse, the corridors of the temple were crowded with people.

Together with the old monk, he took out the umbrella printed with the pattern of the Jiangyun Temple and gave it to the guests for free.

Old customers naturally took the umbrellas, and new customers showed surprised expressions, feeling flattered.

However, in fact, compared with the incense money of Jiangyun Temple, the umbrella is worth a few dollars, let alone carrying the Jiangyun Temple logo, taking it away from the temple and flowing into the outside, which can be regarded as a small advertisement.

While distributing umbrellas, Huishan looked outside.

Several of his companions are running out, giving umbrellas to those who are still running here and are soaking in the rain.

The sky became darker and darker. Some old monks began to recite the scriptures, and the guests gathered around to chant together. In this atmosphere, those few old monks who usually look like a little bit of a monk feel a bit like a monk, which makes Huishan very Is envy.

"Huishan, you should also send umbrellas to the guests over there."

The old monk next to him pointed to the guests not far away, Huishan answered, and ran out under his umbrella.

Boom!

Within two steps, the black clouds thundered in the sky, illuminating the entire sky.

Hui Shan was stunned by the sound and paused slightly, but without much thought, he continued to run towards the guests over there.

Boom! !

There was another thunder.

Huishan didn't care, but the next moment, he couldn't help his pupils shrink suddenly.

Because he saw that the third thunder hadn't exploded yet, when the black cloud turned into daylight.

A sturdy lightning flashed straight down from the black cloud and hit the guests in front.

Boom! !

The third thunder blasted, and the guest fell straight in the lightning, unable to even react, and the body was charred and smoked, and it was obviously hopeless.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

"Then, over there, someone over there was hit by lightning!"

"Fuck! Really?!"

Many people behind them saw this scene and screamed in fright.

Hui Shan is still dumbfounded.

He had heard of being struck by lightning on a rainy day, and he had also seen it in the video.

But it was the first time I saw it with my own eyes.

A living person was struck to death by lightning like this?

He couldn't help but feel scared, and started to run back, running faster and faster, his brain buzzing.

Suddenly, he tripped under something and fell to the ground with a bang.

The floor was covered with dirty water, and his clothes were dyed wet. He wiped his face, climbed up with his hands and feet together, ready to continue running back.

But when he looked up, he saw the guests hiding under the eaves on the opposite side, all of their eyes widened, as if they had seen something incredible.

What happened?

Huishan couldn't help but look back.

The next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked forward in disbelief.

There, the man who was struck by lightning just now and turned into a charred corpse actually got up.

It stood in the heavy rain and looked up at the sky for a long time before slowly looking forward.

The scorched corpse seemed a little dazed.

"Guest, are you okay, guest? I have already called the emergency call, is there any physical discomfort? Come with me..."

The little monk closest to the charred corpse trot to the side of the charred corpse and held an umbrella for it, trying to guide it back under the eaves.

Then, the charred body moved.

Huishan didn't know how to describe the scene before him.

He only saw the charred corpse with a stroke of his hand, the kind little monk, his head fell off.

What happened next, Huishan's memory is a little blurred.

He only remembered that it was noisy around, many people were running, yelling, and yelling, and... a series of lightnings gradually struck the passers-by who were still walking in the rain.

People, falling down in rows, Huishan did not hide in the room like the others, but turned and ran back to the mountain.

He ran very fast, ran very eagerly, and went deep into the back mountain bamboo forest.

But when he turned his head... he saw a scorched corpse, which was actually behind him!

Boom!

The thunder blasted, Hui Shan could see the charred corpse after him.

Amazingly... the old host's face!

Hui Shan didn't know how the old host was struck by lightning. It might have been pushed out by the mob to recite the scorched corpse of Buddhism, or she might choose the same escape route as him and be struck by lightning.

In any case, the old guy sitting in the chairing position he dreamed of was now a monster.

Hui Shan ran harder, trying to get rid of the scorched corpse too much, but ran for a while, and looked back, only to find that the scorched corpse was getting closer and closer to him, so scared that he never dared to look back, only rushed.