Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Using Maoshan Talismans to Command Celestial Master Sect Ghosts?

Watching the scrolling comments.

Ning An explained awkwardly:

“These are purely coincidences and have no actual connection to our temple. Everyone shouldn’t overlook the tireless efforts of many police officers!”

“Feudal superstitions are not credible; everyone just enjoy it as entertainment.”

After all, he had just spent some time at the police station, so it was better to be cautious.

“You — a Daoist priest, telling me that feudal superstitions aren’t credible?”

“???”

“???”

The live stream effect was maximized.

[Prosperity and Wealth sent sunglasses *99]

[The Mortal World February sent little yellow duck *99]

…

So, while the live stream was still lively.

An incompatible comment popped up.

“Cult Leader, Cult Leader, Aluf is here.”

“He’s streaming now, and I see the guy is almost at the entrance of our cult temple.”

Seeing this comment sent by a viewer, Ning An was taken aback,

“Hmm? Walt?”

The previous events were said to be scripted, claiming debunking, which Ning An could understand.

But yesterday with Brother Lao Tuo and Old Zhao, any clear-eyed person could see it absolutely wasn’t scripted. And now Aluf is coming?

This is without a doubt a malicious guest; burning Ghost-Collecting Incense, does he not care about his life anymore?

Looking at the explanations on the comments, Ning An finally understood.

The tree stands out in the forest, and the wind will certainly destroy it!

These days he has been too popular online, almost every third video is about him.

Even with the most powerful metaphysical buff, there are still many streamers wanting to tap into his popularity.

And Aluf is the craziest among them.

Yesterday, he watched the entire live stream, and even though his lips started to tremble, he still stubbornly claimed it was scripted.

After reading the explanations in the comments, Ning An had yet to speak, but other viewers couldn’t hold back.

“The wolf walks a thousand miles to eat meat; a dog crawls a thousand miles to eat feces. Giving gifts from afar has always existed, but sending one’s own head from afar, this is my first time seeing it.”

“Brother Sect Leader’s popularity isn’t so easy to tap into, is it? Above, the Ancestors are watching, below the Underworld has ten divisions staring, and in the Mortal World, there are a hundred thousand true disciples. Do you really think our Evil God Cult is just an empty shell?”

“These so-called debunkings, the benevolent see the benevolence, the wise see the wisdom. Not long ago, there was a debunking streamer named Old Kang, who posted videos online claiming there were flies in Wahaha’s eight-treasure porridge, and even included a huge amount of information.

I’m just saying, canned food is cooked at high temperature for over an hour, how come, is the fly an immortal, or cyberpunk?”

…

Each comment in the live stream was more brilliant than the last, leaving Ning An speechless.

Originally, Ning An was already feeling rather disgusted about these so-called truth-seeking streamers who went around asking for privileges under the guise of contributing to society. Now his mood was even worse.

Ning An scratched his head:

“Debunking? Then come, but for those not sincere at heart, even if they burn Divine Invitation Incense, I’m afraid they’ll have to pay the price in the end.”

“After all, what immortal would give up their dignity for a taste of mortal smoke?”

Ning An smiled helplessly.

Meanwhile, the comments in the live stream were filled with cheers.

“I’m Aluf and I’m here!”

Just then, a man’s loud shout came from outside the temple.

“Come if you want, but what kind of method is acting like a dog gleefully?”

Ning An muttered, but still took his phone and went outside.

After a few steps, he saw a human-like creature wearing a red tight-fitting outfit, stepping on golden Chelsea shoes, wandering around with a mobile phone.

Meanwhile, his mouth was as sweet as honey, speaking eloquently:

“Family, look at this broken place; even birds wouldn’t poop here, yet you expect a true immortal to bless you?”

“This? I don’t even need to debunk it… I can tell at a glance that this temple has no true god!”

Honestly, I could accept it up till now.

But seeing the Maoshan paper talismans plastered all over his chest, Ning An suddenly had a sense of seeing Lin Daiyu riding a ghostly fire.

Even if his Changchun Temple is a cult, you’re using Maoshan talismans to subdue Celestial Master Dao’s ghosts??

Isn’t this brilliance a genius move!

It’s really like using a small knife to cut the buttocks, showing off to the Ancestor!

Ning An almost couldn’t hold it in:

“This… is this debunking streamer Aluf?”

The live stream audience was also stunned by this operation.

“This…actually, ah this, if you’re really scared, you can just not come, dear son, go back home.”

“I see, Maoshan skills for subduing evil spirits, the principle of spiritual attire is that if you can’t beat the ghost, scare it away!”

“A genius! How did the director let him get discharged? Hmm? I suggest immediately issuing a manhunt order for the director to be pursued by the underworld!”

…

After watching the live stream for a while, Ning An’s mood finally calmed down silently.

In the Bald Donkey Temple, in this kind of attire, you wouldn’t need a second glance. If you survive until the police come, the host would secretly practice with martial monks at night!

Taking advantage of Aluf still showing off to the live stream, Ning An directly looked at his Life Chart.

After being drained at the police station, Ning An used the Five Ghosts Transporting Technique more effortlessly.

“Ah… huh?!”

With just one look, Ning An’s view was filled with gray.

The head of this humanoid creature was devoid of any color, the Three Main Gods of Fortune, Prosperity, and Longevity were all gone, his entire Life Chart was grey and misty.

Honestly, just this kind of thing.

If you threw it to the Western Hellhound for a bite, it would vomit its last meal.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Moreover, Ning An could very clearly see the center of his Life Chart had already started to crack.

This meant that this guy had been completely abandoned by the Main Gods, forsaken with his divine position remaining…

Under such circumstances, within half a month, if an evil ghost doesn’t smell the incense and come to occupy,

Ning An would have the Ancestor write down his name backwards!

“This is not coming to debunk, but delivering achievements to the uncles and aunties below, isn’t it?”

A malicious guest comes to the door, ghost incense burns on its own.

Watching the Ghost-Collecting Incense already starting to self-ignite, Ning An remained silent from a distance.

Lacking virtue, fragmented Life Chart…

With this kind of insubstantial cargo, not even popping two kidney treasure pills, how dare he come to the temple to debunk?

Really want to grab a handful of maggots to calm down.

“Brothers, guess who I saw!”

“That’s right, the so-called cult leader online. Watch me approach and end his reality!”

At this moment, Aluf saw Ning An, as if he had seen a beauty gorilla, he kicked Ning An’s front with a straight kick.

“Are you the smelly Daoist who lost the PK yesterday, do you remember me?”

Ning An cleared his throat: “Indeed it is the young Daoist.”

Upon hearing these words, Aluf did not respond.

Instead, he turned towards the live stream, bragging arrogantly:

“I, Aluf, will surely break the script of Changchun Temple and reveal it to the public!”

“What Ancestor? Even Emperor Fengdu, hah, it’s nothing but the means of these sects to fool the world. If there really are gods above, let’s see if they can strike me dead with Five Thunders!”

Look, such an impudent thing.

Ancestor?

Go ahead and curse, anyway the Ancestor won’t speak.

But cursing Emperor Fengdu?

I think you’ve eaten bear heart and leopard gall, seeking a death wish, cursed thing!

tomato!

The day after tomorrow I’m supposed to meet Emperor Fengdu!

If you offend my foster father now, how can Ning An shamelessly ask for a meeting gift!!!

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