Chapter 118: Chapter 112: Korea Presents Incense? Then Worship the God of Misfortune
However.
Just as the Dragon Country netizens were bantering with each other, some cyber trolls from Korea began to stir up trouble.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, stop struggling, what’s meant to come can’t be held back."
"Is this what you call the Celestial Empire? It’s nothing much, really, ah si ba, isn’t all your culture stolen from Korea?"
"Don’t call yourselves vast and resourceful anymore, having such a large area, but can’t we just handle it with ease?"
"Without us providing carrier arresting gear, your aircraft carriers are just a pile of scrap metal, hahaha, aren’t you mad? Come hit me if you dare!"
"Looking forward to seeing the faces of the Dragon Country people tomorrow, just thinking about it makes me happy..."
Sick to death!
Seeing these worms typing arrogant words, how could the Dragon Country netizens take this lying down.
They picked up their keyboards and started to respond.
"A tiny country, daring to howl here, if you dare to shout again, the divine soldiers of the Celestial Empire will annihilate you in no time."
"Isn’t your Korean history dependent on whichever country you decide to like? For 4900 years, a vassal state of my Dragon Country, for 100 years, a slave country of Yingjiang, tsk tsk, what a grand country."
"You’re explaining so clearly to someone who eats pickles every day, this is clearly meant to get to the heart."
"Exactly, if there was anything good in that place, it would’ve been taken by our ancestors long ago, even used as a place of exile for nine generations."
In no time, the Korean netizens lost their cool.
One after another, they started cursing and then disconnected, adhering to subjectivism—out of sight, out of mind.
And they successfully dragged Changchun Temple into the mess.
Overwhelming comments flooded Ning An’s account.
Most of them questioned why Changchun Temple didn’t refuse Han Xiuxian to offer incense.
Faced with such a good opportunity, Dragon and Tiger Temple naturally took advantage.
They directly hired netizens to stir up the narrative wildly.
In the side hall of Dragon and Tiger Temple.
Still, the same old Daoists as before.
But now, there was no trace of their previous joking demeanor, instead, they seemed somewhat dazed.
Watching the online turmoil, Xuan Ye put down his phone, with an unchanging expression:
"Brothers, from ancient times, whether it’s humans or animals, to shed the mortal coil, they must go through tribulations. We climbed our way to where we are now, in the same way.
It’s the rule of cause and effect, and Changchun Temple is no exception, now it depends on whether Changchun Temple can withstand it."
After speaking.
The other Daoists remained silent, glancing at each other, still echoing agreement.
"Indeed, even carp must swim upstream to leap over the dragon gate, to achieve the highest, this calamity should be endured."
"If Changchun Temple can endure, then it deserves to surpass my Dragon and Tiger Temple, but if it doesn’t endure, you can’t blame Dragon and Tiger Temple for kicking it while it’s down."
"The day will break soon, boundless celestial blessing."
Daoist Xuan Ye chanted a Daoist title, candlelight casting on his face, yet no expression could be seen.
The struggle for incense offerings is inherently ruthless.
But unlike the hypocritical Buddhist Sect, the Daoist way is straightforward in backstabbing; lose, you lose; win, you win, one move decides the outcome.
The worst outcome is just becoming a Wandering Daoist.
...
For all this, the sleeping Ning An remained unaware.
The next day, Ning An woke up a little earlier than before.
After all, today was somewhat special.
The little thief from Korea was coming to offer incense, so he had to prepare well.
Arriving at the Prayer Hall.
Unlike usual, today there was an extra table beside the statue in the hall.
The table covered with yellow cloth, and then Ning An gently placed a deity statue in the center.
The statue wasn’t large, probably no more than two feet, carved from elm, painted black, the deity’s face handsome but eyes deep, with an inexplicable feeling of unease.
But this wasn’t the focus.
Under the statue, there was a similarly dark panther ridden by the deity.
The panther baring its large mouth, just enough to fit three pitch-black Ghost-Collecting Incense sticks.
Ning An clapped his hands, very satisfied with the deity statue he crafted overnight.
This is the Daoist God of Misfortune, Shen Gongbao!
To enhance the misfortune, Ning An exerted all efforts to extract the Celestial Human Five Declines Qi from various filthy places and integrated it.
The Ghost-Collecting Incense needs no further explanation, as Aluf has already proven its use through a steadfast commitment.
The filthy qi can further deepen the misfortune.
Moreover.
Ning An also held a Fortune Card!
The Fortune Card can temporarily change a person’s fortune, enhancing the luck of the lucky, deepening the misfortune of the unlucky!
With all three combined, even Ning An couldn’t imagine, perhaps Korea’s national fortune might not withstand it.
This was Ning An’s plan.
Trying to disgust Dragon Country?
Then don’t blame others for directly erasing your country’s fortune!
"Ning Xiaoyou, Ning Xiaoyou."
Just as Ning An finished arranging, voices came from outside the Daoist Temple.
"You two old gentlemen wake up quite early."
Hearing familiar voices, Ning An smiled faintly, then walked towards the entrance.
Outside the Daoist Temple, An Ruolin and Lin Hai stood at the forefront.
Behind them, followed a crowd of people.
Hey!
Ning An opened the temple door, somewhat surprised.
Looking closely, they were all notable figures from Z City.
But thinking about it, it was understandable.
First targeting and sanctioning Dragon Country’s technology, then high-profile announcing a visit to Dragon Country to offer incense.
If not handled properly, the entire Z City, from top to bottom, could be swept clean.
"Elder An, Elder Lin, please come inside."
Ning An smiled as he welcomed the two inside, after the three entered, the officials behind followed in order.
Elder An smiled and said, "Ning Xiaoyou, sorry for disturbing you today, don’t take it personally."
They came today to see how Ning An would handle the Han Xiuxian matter.
If anything went off track, they could intervene early, not wanting to see such a promising young man make mistakes.
Hearing this, Ning An also replied with a smile, "How could I, Elder An, you’re joking."
"But since everyone’s here, come and see the new deity statue we invited to our Daoist Temple."
Following Ning An’s steps, the group soon arrived at the Prayer Hall.
While others were looking around, An Ruolin and Lin Hai immediately noticed the extra table in the hall with a fully black deity statue on it.
Just a few seconds of looking made both feel a chill drop several degrees around them.
Evil!
Definitely not a righteous deity!
Looking at each other, An Ruolin and Lin Hai had some unspeakable feelings in their eyes.
Lin Hai: This statue is a bit sinister, doesn’t seem like a Daoist thing.
An Ruolin: Not sure, but it should be aimed at Han Xiuxian, right?
An Ruolin hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Ning Xiaoyou, this statue seems not to be a revered Daoist deity?"
This world, though similar in most parts to the previous Huaxia, had some slight differences.
For instance, in this world, there was no meme of "Daoist please stay".
Nor was there the case of those worshiping someone bringing misfortune, choking even on water, called the God of Misfortune Shen Gongbao.
There’s a joke:
Worship the Daoist God of Misfortune, enjoy a life in the Underworld.
Choke even on cold water, encounter ghosts wearing Daoist robes.
