Chapter 80: Chapter 74: The World Is Getting Worse—They’re Even Scamming Daoists Now?

The older woman clasped her chest upon hearing this, crying out:

“Ah Liang, my son…”

Seeing the distraught older woman, Ning An quickly reviewed the photos and birth details she sent, trying to say something comforting without compromising his conscience.

In Dragon Country, Daoists are absolutely more adept than psychologists.

If you’re CPU’d by someone else, you go to a psychologist, who can only shake their head and try to guide you out.

But a Daoist can say lightly, “He restrains you,” which surpasses a thousand words!

With Daoists, the true self is never wrong!

The error lies in the environment, destiny, or society; you can boldly shift all problems to others, or even objects.

Through the older woman’s intermittent cries, Ning An understood what happened.

Half a month ago, her son was enthusiastically invited by a high school classmate to embark on a journey through Jiangnan landscapes, but he never returned from it.

Even though the police highly prioritized the case and contacted local police, there has been no progress.

Ning An is kind-hearted and can’t bear seeing others cry.

No matter the life chart or birth date, even if it’s bad, he’d still say something good out of it.

After glancing at his birth details and features, Ning An couldn’t help but exclaim:

“Dragon trapped in fire, Phoenix coming from the north, a promising life chart!”

“Auntie, don’t cry just yet. Judging from your son’s features, he seems adventurous, seeking thrills. His early life might be mundane, but he’ll hit luck later and live leisurely into his eighties or nineties.”

“Your son might be trapped somewhere now, but he’s not in life-threatening danger. Moreover, based on this life chart and features, these next two days might be his turning point.”

Upon hearing this, the older woman stopped crying, looked at Ning An half-believingly:

“Master Ning, you’re… not deceiving me?”

“Truer than natural diamonds!”

Ning An appeared honest; he wasn’t lying.

The older woman immediately rejoiced, asking Ning An to offer three sticks of incense on her behalf.

“Xiao’anzi, you’ll pay for this!”

As Ning An placed the incense, a crisp yet furious voice echoed through the Daoist Temple.

“Lin Yanke?”

Ning An looked up puzzled.

It was his familiar young female disciple from his memories.

She glared at Ning An furiously, wielding a small plastic knife.

The incense burner witnessed this scene, triggering wild imaginations.

“Wow, Daoists are now into kicking temples? And it’s a female Daoist?”

“If defeated, they can compete with a sword flight, letting everyone see!”

Ning An rubbed his head and asked mischievously:

“Weren’t you traveling with Master? It’s only been half a year, I said you wouldn’t endure this…”

Before finishing, Lin Yanke, her face flushed, rushed forward and fiercely pinched Ning An’s belly.

“You said you had an urgent issue and needed fifty thousand for emergency, and you’d return it the next day. Where’s the money?”

“If it weren’t for Master knowing some tricks, we’d be starving by now!”

Seeing the furious young disciple, Ning An removed her hand and asked puzzled:

“Fifty thousand? What fifty thousand? I haven’t talked to you these days.”

That completely angered Lin Yanke, her eyes widened in disbelief:

“Wasn’t it you claiming you were sick, messaging me to transfer money for your treatment?”

Ning An directly took out his phone, opened the chat interface, Lin Yanke’s last contact time was clearly half a month ago.

“Look, this is the truth.”

Lin Yanke grabbed the phone, inspected it closely but found no flaw.

Suddenly remembering something, she pulled out her phone, staring at its interface, her furious gaze turned silly:

“Huh? How come my phone has two of the same chat app? Almost identical?”

Ning An looked at Lin Yanke indescribably:

“Yeah, why does your phone have two identical apps?”

Lin Yanke recalled vividly:

“There was a call saying to download the latest software version due to technical faults, couldn’t overwrite the original, necessitating user download notification…”

“You fool! Big fool!”

Ning An stared at Lin Yanke with an idiotic look, grinding his teeth:

“Telecom fraud, you’re fanatically trusting, national warnings you ignore entirely!”

Lin Yanke, a high achiever at Dragon Country Huaqing University, from a prestigious family yet wholeheartedly devoted to Daoism.

When accepted by Master, she laughed joyously, praised thrice, possessing rare talent and adeptly understanding Daoist texts.

Such a remarkable person like Lin Yanke, scammed by fraud???

Meanwhile, the livestream remained open, viewers clearly witnessing the incident.

“I’m dying laughing, never thought a day where even a Daoist could be cheated; evidently, Daoist didn’t predict this calamity to avoid it.”

“Brother Sect Leader, quick, place the scammer’s photo under the incense burner, shatter their life chart, impoverishing them!”

“Silly, in telecom fraud you don’t know who’s on the other end; where’s the photo from?”

“Don’t be angry, Daoist, with this event deceiving swine might receive less beating; your merit shines gloriously, hahahaha.”

Lin Yanke stood there cluelessly, somewhat lost in the winds.

Ning An closed the livestream angrily, dragging Lin Yanke directly to the police station.

Upon hearing Ning An arrived, Captain Wang gestured, cheerfully welcoming them.

Soon, Captain Wang’s smile faded.

“Are you saying these three million were all transferred in these fifteen days by you?”

Captain Wang seriously reviewed Lin Yanke’s every financial record, quickly finding the total, a full three million!

Upon hearing this, Lin Yanke flushed slightly, lowering her head.

“Little Daoist, let me be frank, we’ll handle this case but remain doubtful; you know with the district…”

Captain Wang smiled bitterly, handing over the sorted papers to Ning An.

“Check these, ensure the data matches.”

Ning An took the documents, trembling as he read.

Wang Bao one million, Xuan Xuan fifty thousand, Yu Planting Daoist Child thirty thousand, flipping to the next page, the first row prominently Ning An’s name followed by a pitiful five thousand…

Ning An, five thousand, huh?

Ning An rubbed his eyes, incredulously double-checked; five thousand remained noticeable.

“So, today’s weather is hot, Senior Brother, you’re hot too, right?”

Lin Yanke unconsciously fanned herself but soon wilted under Ning An’s amused gaze:

“I-I remembered wrong, Senior Brother, it’s not important, just a little joke~”

Ning An stayed unmoved, just watching her act.

Lin Yanke’s smile faltered, showing slight grievance:

“What’s wrong with five thousand! I asked my dear dad painstakingly for money to buy a hairpin, couldn’t resist! Damn scam district, I’ll demand they return the money!”

After Ning An and Lin Yanke left the police station, the phone rang; the emotions were so rich, Ning An struggled to hold them back.

“Our Changchun Temple passed from ancestor to your generation, it’s the first such disgrace!”

“They’ve even scammed the old Daoist!!”

“Report to the police, must report!”

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