Chapter 216: Chapter 178: Wishing for Wealth? Then Here’s a Gold Digger for You
Early next morning, Ning An leisurely opened the temple doors, started the live stream, and prepared for a new day.
As soon as the live stream began, a huge crowd rushed in straight away.
"Brother Sect Leader, I missed you so much! No more talking, let me give you a kiss first, mua~~"
"Exactly, you’re so irresponsible! You drew all our curiosity and attention over here, then just left. Isn’t that totally a scumbag move?"
"Brother Sect Leader, do you know how I’ve been living these last three days without you? I couldn’t eat at all, not a single bite! The food tasted bland as wax without your live stream!"
"I’m the highlights uploader, Brother Sect Leader. Because you didn’t stream for three days, I couldn’t upload clips, and I directly lost thirty thousand followers! You can’t be this irresponsible anymore~~"
The comment section was as lively as always, filled with humorous banter.
Ning An’s live stream had become the king of the new generation of online variety shows.
Countless bizarre and outrageous operations, and endless jokes, had made Changchun Temple and Ning An increasingly popular.
Within the Dragon Country people’s DNA, watching the excitement is ingrained.
And for excitement, nowhere beats Ning An’s live stream room.
"Brother Sect Leader, Brother Sect Leader, yesterday at a fortune-telling stall, I drew three lots in a row, all were the worst! Am I done for?"
As soon as this statement dropped, the discussion heat in the live stream soared instantly.
The comment section swarmed in like a tide:
"Whoa! All three draws were the worst? Bro, there’re usually a hundred sticks in the lot tube, drawing three times, according to probability, the chance of drawing the worst all three times is one in a million."
"Oh my, Bro, are you that unlucky? My suggestion is maybe you should go hide in some Daoist temple or monastery?"
"Exactly, when you’re unlucky, your luck worsens too; even drinking water can make you choke. I think for your bad luck, a Daoist temple or monastery won’t suffice; maybe try your local martyr cemetery."
"Makes sense! If there’s really any evil spirits causing trouble, ancestors would be the first to crush them! Our revolutionary predecessors spilled blood and sweat for peace, surely they won’t tolerate any evil."
Watching the increasingly bizarre comments, Ning An smirked disdainfully.
While shaking his head, he joked, "A mere worst lot, I have a method here; it’s easy to break, but it depends on the fortune-teller’s temperament."
"Simply break all the sticks except the best one when getting your fortune told, then no matter what you draw, it’s always the best one."
The comments instantly exploded, filled with "666" and "awesome, taking off" flying around.
Ning An held his teacup gracefully and chuckled, "In a scientific society, we shouldn’t always believe in that feudal superstition; we must view the world through scientific lenses."
"Like drawing lots, where’s all this mysticism? If it were truly accurate, the Qin Dynasty wouldn’t have collapsed after two generations; this land would’ve been a Daoist realm long ago."
"Moreover, even if you do believe in it, fortune-telling is just that—telling fortune, not a set life chart. Break all the sticks except the best one, draw only the best, which matches the ancestors’ saying that man triumphs over destiny."
Listening to Ning An, the live stream grew more lively and harmonious.
Though many were attracted by Ning An’s outlandish wishing cabinet, some came for his personality.
This casual and peaceful conversation, paired with the relatively mysterious Daoist culture he narrated, amplified the charm.
Facing diverse questions from viewers, Ning An naturally responded, sharing jokes and laughter with everyone.
Then, Ning An glanced casually and saw a familiar face.
"Officer Xiaoli, what’s up? Is there another suspect running to my Changchun Temple?"
Hearing Ning An’s teasing tone, viewers were in stitches.
"I’m dying of laughter, which decent temple frequently has suspects roaming around?"
"Hahahaha, others come to offer incense and worship, we come to catch suspects."
"No kidding, it truly is a good spot; suspects often have restless nerves and don’t dare contact others, many head to temples or monasteries seeking psychological comfort."
"Hehe, if suspects regularly visit the temple, imagine the psychological impact on the Little Daoist."
"I think you’ve mixed up subjects and objects! Recently Brother Sect Leader easily displayed martial prowess against Korea’s experts, with such skills, the suspects should be afraid."
The conversation from the live stream was in full swing.
Before the bizarre wish segment started, the comment section was always joyful.
Officer Xiaoli, feeling embarrassed, pinched his nose then introduced the plainclothes officer beside him, "Daoist Ning, this is our deputy captain from the criminal investigation squad."
Following Officer Xiaoli’s words, a middle-aged man with a slightly poor complexion stepped forward, forced a smile, and said, "Daoist Ning, hello, my surname is Zheng, first name Zheng Shuang."
Upon hearing this name, the viewers were first stunned, then laughed uncontrollably.
"That’s a great name; usually, people address others by surname plus title, calling him Captain Zheng for sure, hehe."
"That’s the advantage surnames give, directly promoting oneself half a rank, hahahaha."
"Just like Brother Zhang saved by Qianlong, even though Qianlong and Yong Zheng were emperors, they still had to call Brother Zhang ’Fifth Brother.’"
