Li Changsheng was a little confused and asked.

"This is not the place to talk. If you are interested, I will talk to you later..."

Lin Laoliu lowered his voice and spoke very mysteriously.

Li Changsheng nodded slightly, said nothing, and looked thoughtfully at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man did not raise his head, he was still kneeling there, burning gold ingots and muttering to himself.

…

After returning to Fumen Hotel, Lin Laoliu breathed a sigh of relief.

"What bad luck."

He muttered something, glanced at Li Changsheng, and said: "Daoist Master Li, I know you are very capable, but...you Taoist priests shouldn't be able to care about this god's affairs, right?"

"Fairy things?"

Li Changsheng was slightly startled.
Chapter completed!