Chapter 31: Maoshan Sect Leader: Oh no, she is testing me!
"This is it."

After hearing the question from Sect Leader Zhou, Huang Yang was about to help him but was suddenly disconnected.

After checking the display on the Dishu system, I discovered that the two-hour live broadcast for today was about to end.

Well, I gained a lot today. Let me check the balance first.

"Is this offline?"

Zhou Minjun, who was waiting for the other party to answer, suddenly saw that the other party had no signal and the video connection was disconnected.

At the critical moment, the other party actually went offline?

'Hahaha, the anchor just made money from the tips and ran away.'

"Master Zhou, don't give Junior Sister's information to the other party, give it to me."

"Hahahaha, Sect Leader Zhou was stood up."

"Master Zhou, please give me information about my junior sister."

"Master Zhou, you were also cheated out of 10,000 yuan. I heard that the anchor pretending to be in the underworld cheated more than 30 million yuan today."

'The above person explained in detail, what is more than 30 million, Douyin currency or Huayuan? '

"Master Zhou, I would like to marry my junior sister. How much is the appropriate betrothal gift?"

"Of course it's Hua Yuan. Someone just gave 3 rockets to the host pretending to be in the underworld."

'3 rockets? Is that true? Why isn't it trending on the Internet?'

'I just checked, it's true, it's trending 50th now.'

"Oh my god, 3 rockets cost 3000 million. It's no wonder that the other party didn't like those 10 rockets that Master Zhou just sent."

After reading the stupid comments from netizens, Zhou Minjun, who had just experienced life and death, had the words of the handsome male anchor still echoing in her mind. She was in no mood to broadcast live, so she explained to the 40,000 netizens in the live broadcast room and then went offline.

"Xiao Cheng, thank you for what you did just now. I will double your bonus this month."

Zhou Minjun, who was about to drink water, subconsciously withdrew his hand and then spoke to the assistant next to him.

When she choked on water just now, the other party also helped her to calm down and was a great help.

Previously, it was Xiao Cheng who asked another assistant to call 120, and it was Xiao Cheng who took the initiative to call to cancel the call, handling daily affairs very well so she didn't have to worry about it.

It is reasonable to increase the bonus of such a capable assistant for one month.

"thank you boss."

Hearing the boss's words, Xiao Cheng smiled and thanked him, then reminded him with concern: "Boss, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No need, I feel fine now, I just choked on a mouthful of water."

Waving her hand, Zhou Minjun opened the private message backstage and sent a simple message about her junior sister to the "deadly handsome" male anchor.

After both parties added each other as friends, they could send messages to each other at will. Zhou Minjun quickly edited the message and sent it.

Since she lost the PK, she naturally had to fulfill her promise, not to mention that the other party had 'saved' her life.

Zhou Minjun has not yet accepted the unscientific spell-casting incident. She just temporarily remembers the other party's life-saving grace. When the truth is found out, she will have no problem rewarding the other party with 100 million.

After the assistant and the other live broadcast staff left, Zhou Minjun remembered something and sent a voice message to the Maoshan Sect Leader, whom he had met once before at the Emei Festival: "Sect Leader He, I have a question for you. I choked on my sip of water just now and almost couldn't breathe. An expert said that someone behind the scenes was doing something to harm me. Do you know anything about this?"

"Ding dong."

At this time, in a suburban villa in Jiangzhen, a prefecture-level city where Maoshan is located, He Qiudao, the head of the Maoshan sect, who had just vomited blood, took a Qi-boosting pill to straighten out the disordered breath in his body, and then he heard the WeChat notification sound. He picked it up with trembling hands, and when he saw the note name of the unread message, he couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

Could it be that the other party knew that he was the one doing the magic in secret, and after asking a master to break the spell, he came here specifically to call him to task?

Taking a deep breath, He Qiudao clicked on the other party's voice message. After listening carefully, he quickly thought about the purpose of the other party sending this message.

It was obvious that the backlash he suffered just now was because someone had helped the leader of the Emei Sect to break his "bad luck spell". The master would naturally tell him that it was Maoshan magic, and it would be easy to associate it with him.

In the entire Maoshan Sect, the only people who have the real ability to cast spells are him, the head of Maoshan, and one or two senior veterans from the overseas branches.

So, the other party sent this voice message to test whether he had suffered any backlash and to determine whether he was the spellcaster behind the scenes?
Yes, that should be it.

After all, this is not ancient times, and evidence is required for everything. Even if the other party knows that he is casting spells behind the scenes, they can't do anything to him without evidence.

After a thousand thoughts in his mind, He Qiudao forced himself to calm his breath and replied with a voice message: "Besides choking on water, is there any other dangerous situation, Sect Master Zhou? I don't know which expert it is, but I would like to pay him a visit."

After sending the message, He Qiudao couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough.

Although the spells he cast were of relatively low-end, He Qiudao's cultivation was also very low. At most, he had developed some sense of Qi, and he was able to complete the spell with the help of the ancestral magic tools passed down by the Maoshan Sect.

Because He Qiudao's cultivation was low, the ancestral magic weapon was damaged after he cast the spell, which made him sad for a long time.

Similarly, the backlash of the spell also made He Qiudao a little overwhelmed.

According to the description in the sect's ancient books, he failed to gain anything but ended up losing the rice this time, and his life span was shortened by at least four or five years. He regretted not acting on impulse.

At the beginning, he was jealous of the leader of the Emei Sect because on the day of the handover of the leader of the Emei Sect, which was also the auspicious day for the opening ceremony, he invited the leaders of all major sects but missed him, the leader of the Maoshan Sect.

Nowadays, in the Dharma-Ending Age, every sect needs to make money to maintain its existence, and making money requires traffic. The young head of the Emei sect has tens of millions of fans on the Douyin platform. The heads of all the major sects want to take the opportunity to get some traffic and ask for advice from each other, so they all go there happily.

Even though he did not receive an invitation, He Qiudao went to congratulate the new leader of the Emei Sect at the invitation of an old friend.

These were nothing. What made He Qiudao uncomfortable was that the young girl was so proud of her status that she treated him, the head of Maoshan, with disrespect. Apart from adding him on WeChat, she left him aside.

After the founding ceremony, in order to raise the popularity of the Maoshan Sect, He Qiudao lowered his status and asked the young female leader to help shoot a short video to promote the sect.

However, the other party promised well, but forgot it in the blink of an eye. He Qiudao sent a message to the other party half a month later, but the other party kept delaying it, saying that he had just taken over as the head and was busy with affairs.

He Qiudao, unable to bear the humiliation from this young man, was so angry that he cast the "bad luck spell" on him.

According to the records in Maoshan books, there are two consequences for those who are hit by the "bad luck spell". One is that they will suffer minor misfortunes continuously for three consecutive years, and the other is that they will suffer a major misfortune instantly, which may cost them half their life.

From He Qiudao's perspective, the situation of the young female leader of the Emei Sect clearly belonged to the latter. The explosion of accumulated bad luck was enough to take away half of her life.

As a result, the opponent seemed to have turned his bad luck around. He actually met a master at the critical moment, who cracked his magic and came to test him. It was really hateful!
"Ugh."

Zhou Minjun, who had been keeping the chat page open, heard the message reply and quickly clicked on it to listen.
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"Not bad, my deposit increased by about 6300, and I also opened the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell."

After counting today's income, Huang Yang looked at the balance of '6666.22' and nodded with satisfaction.

Although I just gave Master Zhou 100 Yin Yuan as a reward, the other party also returned it, so there was no loss in today's live broadcast.

At least, this balance is enough to ensure that he has enough food and drink in the short term.

In addition, Huang Yang also saw that the number of followers of his account reached 9586, an increase of more than 9000 overnight, and was only one step away from breaking .

On the contrary, the private message sent by the leader of the Emei Sect answered a small doubt in his mind, which was also good.

Li Zhiruo, as her name suggests, is quite pleasing to his eye in terms of appearance.

Just as Huang Yang was sighing, a figure ran over and shouted, "Handsome brother, I want to ask you for a favor?"

(End of this chapter)