Daoist Liyue, I live in the Hall of Rebirth!

Why, why is it windy, I can't open my eyes!

my hat!

my clothes!Clothes, clothes are going to be blown away!

I'm quitting...I'm quitting!

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"Cough cough!"

The picture in his mind could not be lingered, Shen Ming covered his forehead and pondered for a while.

Decided to use six lines.

Shen Ming took out three moras and covered them in his hands.

slam-la-

Yin Yao.

slam-la-

Yin Yao.

slam-la-

Yin... bang!

Suddenly there was an explosion, and the three morazes collapsed together.

"Fuck!"

Shen Ming, who had been psychologically prepared for a long time, had a premonition before something happened, so he directly protected his face without any injuries.

"this......"

How can this be explained?

Said that the divination object was too strong, so that the divination object could not bear it and collapsed?

Is there any suspicion of flattering?

"Well, from a general rational point of view, this is probably because my strength is too strong, and Mo La can't bear the power in it."

"This is my reason, and it has nothing to do with you. I recognize your strength." Zhong Li nodded slowly, "I'm sorry, I just tested your true talents and knowledge."

"After all, those who can be personally invited by that child will have a high probability of staying in the past life hall as a guest like me in the future."

Ok?Will the status be so high?

Shen Ming was a little surprised, he thought it was just an ordinary employee or something.

Zhong Li seemed to see Shen Ming's surprise.

"No matter what you used to be, but today, you are already a person with three eyes, which is obviously different from ordinary people."

"It's not so much that you underestimated your position in that child's heart, it's better to say that you underestimated Sanyan's position in Li Yue."

"It just so happens that if you use the divination technique you are good at, you can also have amazing abilities. It is not uncommon for you to be a guest."

Just as Shen Ming and Zhong Li were chatting about anecdotes about gods and monsters, the sound of footsteps came, and they were getting closer.

boom!

"Welcome to come and work in Shengtang!"

The door of the guest room was opened, and Walnut opened the door to greet directly, and put Star Eyes in the living room.

"Oh? Is Mr. Zhongli here?" Hu Tao was obviously happier.

"Shen Ming, this is Mr. Zhongli, the Guest Qing of the Past Life Hall! He knows a lot of things, if there is anything you don't know, you can ask him!"

"By the way, Mr. Zhongli is a very nice person, don't be intimidated by his airs." Hu Tao said in a low voice.

But the two people in the living room heard it all.

"Oh, by the way, Shen Ming, from today onwards, you are also the guest of the Pastoral Hall."

One zero. two, zero. zero.Three seven, nine nine two

Chapter 11 Manmin Church

The life of a Keqing in the Rebirth Hall is very easy, and generally only when there are particularly important incidents, or troubles that other people cannot solve, will the Keqing be consulted.

Zhong Li used his omniscient erudition to establish his status, while Shen Ming used divination to get most people to recognize his status on the second day of his tenure.

During this process, Shen Ming did not intentionally conceal the existence of the Eye of God. Many people knew that Shen Ming could use elements, which was one of the reasons why Shen Ming was quickly recognized.

After all, in the circle of Xiangshengtang, apart from him, the only one who clearly possesses the Eye of God is their hall master.

Although Mr. Zhongli is very knowledgeable, no one dares to guarantee whether he has the eyes of God and whether he can use the power of elements, and no one asks.

Perhaps only the hall master knows about this matter.

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On the fourth day of my tenure, there are still no guests today.

Even Hu Tao didn't bring back any wandering soul superpowers. After all, there are many people who really died outside, but not every dead person can have traces in the world, and they happened to be met by Hu Tao.

Moreover, there is no money for saving these lonely ghosts, and the only thing that can really keep the Hall of Past Life going is the ordinary funerals, among which adventurers are the most important.

There are still two months until the Sea Lantern Festival. During this time period, even adventurers are preparing to return home one after another. Therefore, when these festivals are approaching, the business of the Hall of Rebirth is also the most bleak.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and Shen Ming was walking on the street of Chihuyan.

Today's lunch was eaten at Manmin Hall!

Becoming a guest minister, Shen Ming's pockets should have been gradually enriched, but unfortunately the day of salary payment has not yet arrived, but this does not prevent Shen Ming from spending money a little more generously.

"Boss! Here's some offal!" Shen Ming slapped the table grandly.

"Hey! Okay!" Uncle Mao responded enthusiastically.

"Girl! Give the guest by the window some offal!"

"Come, come, come! It's good in 5 minutes! No food, no speed, no money!" The girl with short blue hair shouted with enthusiasm, and her thick and short eyebrows were particularly interesting.

At noon, now is the most prosperous time for Wanmintang's business. Every table is full of people. Every time it comes to this time, it is the time when Uncle Mao often complains that there are not enough people.

When Shen Ming passed by here a few days ago, he missed it because of various things. This time, he might have to feel it.

"Here we come! Delicious beef offal!" A slender girl with a raccoon-like doll on her head quickly ran over and placed a plate of beef offal in front of Shen Ming.

Snapped!

"Your offal, the rice is there, you can serve it yourself, don't worry about money, I wish you a happy meal!"

After speaking, he ran away in a flash.

"So fast?" Shen Ming picked up the wooden disposable chopsticks, took a bite and put it in his mouth.

Ouch!sure!

Shen Ming's eyes lit up, he put down his chopsticks and went to serve the rice. After a while, a big bowl of rice was brought back by Shen Ming.

"This rice is strong enough!" Shen Ming picked up the bowl and started chewing. One bowl of this rice is two and a half bowls compared to other people's. Uncle Mao is really sincere.

The more you chew, the more vigorous you are, and with such offal, although the price of Wanmintang is a bit expensive, it is definitely not a loss.

If one plate is not enough, have another plate.

During the period, many enthusiastic diners came over to toast with me, and those who came and went could talk a little bit, and the more unrestrained guests began to brag when they were a little drunk.

Shen Ming ate this meal for a full hour, and when the peak wave of customers in Wanmin Hall dissipated, it was already afternoon, so Shen Ming put away his chopsticks.

There wasn't much time to eat, and the main thing was to listen to the bragging of these diners. Even in a different world, Shen Ming still couldn't change his habit of eating melons.

"Goo-hicc!"

After taking a sip of water to rinse his mouth, he burped, which was considered full of wine and food. Shen Ming fumbled in his trouser pocket to pay for the money, when suddenly the shop fell silent.

Ok?

Shen Ming looked around suspiciously.

Four or five men and women with gloomy expressions were standing in front of the counter.

"Who are these..." Master Mao stepped forward and asked.

"Master Mao, my old man asks you to do something for us." The middle-aged man with a gloomy expression at the front said.

Uh... This kind of expression asks for help?

Shen Ming was even more surprised, where did this god come from.

Is it true that you won't be beaten for asking for help like this?

The air suddenly became tense, and the sharp-eyed Shen Ming saw that Miss Xiangling had quietly gone back to the kitchen to get a gun.

This is not going to be a full martial arts show.

Shen Ming is also nervous, Master Mao is quite a good person, if something really happens later, he has to be safe.

"Our old man said that he was a regular customer of Wanmintang. What do you say? Give me a word." The middle-aged man said.

Wow—the kitchen curtain was raised.

Xiangling appeared at the door of the kitchen, quietly hid the barrel of the gun behind her, the rice crust on her head whimpered viciously, and she held a bunch of peppers in her paws.

"What's the matter?" Master Mao asked seriously.

"Funeral banquet."

Funeral?Is this someone in the family who died?

Thinking of this, Shen Ming sat up slightly.

"I can't get away from here at all, I can't do it." Master Mao.

The gloomy man's face became even more gloomy when he heard this, but the person next to him stopped him, "Don't make trouble."

"Sorry, something happened to our family, I'm not in a good mood." The woman behind apologized, "I...we can add more money."

The two sides were silent for several minutes.

"We heard that your cooking skills are the best in Liyue. Don't worry, I will give you a satisfactory price."

Master Mao frowned, "Really a regular customer?"

"real!"

Hearing this, Master Mao sighed.

"Well, I really can't get away, but I can let my daughter go, her skills are not inferior to mine."

"If the cooking skills are really what you said, that's fine."

The price will be discussed later, but the middle-aged man in the lead still gave Master Mao a red envelope.

"Father, they are so cruel." Xiangling said dissatisfied.

"Someone just died in his family, so it's understandable to speak aggressively. If it's really a regular customer, let's forget about it." Master Mao patted Xiangling's head, and the rice cake jumped off Xiangling's head.

"It's just..." Master Mao felt helpless when he saw that most of the guests disappeared in a blink of an eye, "Today's business will suffer."

"Hope their prices are fair."

"By the way, girl, don't mess with any messy ingredients when you come to someone's house this time. You are here for a funeral banquet, so don't touch some taboos."

"I know daddy, I will pay attention." Xiangling covered her head, her stubby eyebrows drooping.

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From the beginning to the end, Shen Ming was just a spectator, and after most of them left, he also went out.

"Thank you for your patronage, come again later—" Xiangling's weak voice sounded from behind.

Shen Ming was walking on the street, ready to go back to the Living Hall.

After memorizing the road, he naturally didn't need to turn those weird alleys, and he returned to Xiangshengtang.

It was approaching the afternoon, and the fellow students of Xiangshengtang hadn't come to work yet, but there were also some who came early to catch up on sleep.

"Sister, can you help me check the business situation in the past few days? Is there any customer coming?" Shen Ming walked to one of the girls who was catching up on sleep.

"Ah? Oh! Let me check...no, the business has been very cold these days, and no one has come."