I am against feudal superstition, so I light incense on my midnight rice!

Chapter 12 Cursing the charlatans, the top Taoist master’s qi-reading technique!

The next day.

Jiang Chen's live broadcast of breaking down feudal superstitions was posted online.

As the video went viral.

Jiang Chen's departure attracted more attention, and within two days his account had already reached more than 300,000 followers.

All the followers are real people.

The speed of increasing followers is like riding a rocket.

Many people have discovered that the name "Daoxuan Zhenren" Jiang Chen has become a hot search on major platforms and websites.

Under one of the hottest searches, there are already hundreds of thousands of comments.

"This guy is really awesome! I thought Lu Bu was invincible, but I didn't expect there was such a ruthless person. Whose general is he?"

"This charlatan's screenplay has caused such a huge social impact, why hasn't he been banned online yet?"

"This isn't something you should be concerned about. So many bigwigs in the livestream room didn't say anything at the time. Why are you so excited?"

"It's really hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words. Jiang Chen's forehead is dark, the light has dissipated, and his brow is slightly black. Disaster will surely befall him in the near future. This is the price of disrespecting ghosts and gods."

Tianshui Fortune Telling is still active on major platforms and websites, and with his set of rhetoric, he still fools some people.

These people directly labeled Jiang Chen as disrespectful to ghosts and gods.

Jiang Chen got up at noon and happily picked up his phone to see how many followers he had gained, but he found screenshots sent by netizens in his comment section.

Jiang Chen was immediately furious when he saw it.

Just pick up your phone and start recording.

"I'm going to tell you the truth. I bought a watch last year. You're going to curse me to death so early in the morning, right? Tianshui fortune teller, don't let me know where you are."

"You'd better sleep with one eye open tonight, you old charlatan, and you dare to read the face of the head of an orthodox Taoist temple?"

"Your forehead is dark, I'm thin, understand? My brow is black? That's because I didn't turn on the light last night, understand? You son of a bitch!"

Jiang Chen spoke for more than a minute in one breath and finally released the truth.

What’s strange is that the Doushou short video platform did not review it and released it the next second.

This video can be said to be a brutal scolding of Zhao Duan.

"I'm dying of laughter. This is a true master!"

"This Tianshui fortune-teller is hilarious. The Taoist priest is just thin. If he is the one who is causing the darkness in the heavens, then he won't live long, right?"

After posting the video, Jiang Chen stopped surfing the Internet.

"I'm so pissed! Am I disrespecting ghosts and gods? Am I not eliminating weirdness and breaking feudal superstition?"

Jiang Chen, in a good mood, walked into the Ancestral Hall and started his daily cleaning as usual.

After burning incense, Jiang Chen walked towards another room.

The house is not large, but it hangs a plaque of about the same size as the Ancestral Hall. There are three large gilded characters "Pantheon" in it. The font is simple and mellow, the strokes are steady and majestic, and it exudes a majestic and magnificent momentum.

As you walk into the room, the rich aroma of incense hits you in the face.

Although it is called the Pantheon, the statues enshrined here are only the ancestors and some priests.

"Since my master is gone, I'll find time to carve out all the gods of heaven." Jiang Chen made up his mind.

When his master was around, he had suggested getting some more statues to worship, but his master kept pointing at his nose and scolding him for being disrespectful to the gods.

Over time, he never brought it up again, and now he is the boss of the Demon-Suppressing Temple, and he has the final say on how to arrange it.

After cleaning up, Jiang Chen opened the door and left.

Chengdu Wentian Auto Fourth Son Store.

Jiang Chen walked into the hall wearing a simple slim-fitting Taoist robe. Although the people here looked at Jiang Chen in a Taoist robe with strange eyes.

However, there was no plot that showed any mockery.

Soon, a well-dressed saleswoman came up to us with a smile. "Master, are you here to look at cars too?"

"Haha~ I'm not here to look at cars, I'm here to buy one."

"Ah? Buy a car?!"

The salesperson from Wentian Automobile was stunned when she heard this, but she quickly recovered her composure.

"I don't know. What kind of car does the Taoist priest need? I can give you a detailed introduction."

"That new Wentian M9 you have is really good. I really like it. I wonder how much it costs now."

Jiang Chen pointed to the hall on the side. Through the transparent glass, he could see a large SUV with graceful lines parked there.

"Master, you have a really good eye. With the current promotional price, and considering regional differences, the full price of a Wentian M9 in Chengdu is around yuan."

Seeing this, the salesperson gently brushed the hair beside her ear and spoke with a smile.

"Is there a car available?"

"Under normal circumstances, we wouldn't have a car in stock, but today a customer didn't want it for some reason, so we happened to have one in stock."

"Then I really am destined to be with this car. Please pay in full by credit card."

"Huh? Oh!!"

The expression on the saleswoman's face gradually changed from surprise to excitement. If the full payment was made, she could get a commission of more than 10,000 yuan from this order. She also didn't expect that she would solve this difficult problem for the company.

She carefully took the Longguo Bank card and walked to the front desk with Jiang Chen in her high heels.

Jiang Chen’s signature will be needed later.

Under the puzzled gazes of several front desk staff, the card machine spit out a receipt for a successful transaction of 558,000 yuan.

Jiang Chen directly wrote his name on the car purchase contract.

The news that Jiang Chen paid the full amount for the Wentian M9 spread instantly. Coincidentally, today was a special day as this was the first M9 sold, so the manager upstairs also personally welcomed Jiang Chen.

"Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment. We will handle any issues for you within two hours, and you can register and drive away today."

"Then I'll trouble you, manager."

Manager Hu found Jiang Chen's figure more and more familiar, and he seemed to have thought of something, so he quickly opened his mobile phone to check.

Find.

Isn’t this the head of the Demon-Suppressing Temple who has become extremely popular online, “Master Daoxuan” Jiang Chen?

The name also matches.

"Excuse me, are you Master Jiang from the Demon-Suppressing Temple?" Manager Hu shouted excitedly.
"It's me." Jiang Chen smiled slightly.

"Hahahaha! I'm your fan. Master Jiang, if you had told me earlier that you wanted to buy a car, I would have given you an internal price!" Manager Hu was as enthusiastic as if he had seen his idol.

They asked people to serve fruit plates and sent a lot of gifts.

"Master Jiang, I know you have real skills. You are different from those charlatans on the overpass."

"Manager Hu, that's just a show effect, don't take it seriously."

"I understand. I understand everything."

Manager Hu had an expression on his face that I knew all too well.

Jiang Chen chuckled twice.

If you understand, then understand.

"Master Jiang, I was planning to visit you after get off work today, and I just happened to meet you."

"Oh? It shouldn't be your business, Manager Hu."

"You are indeed a Taoist priest! To be honest, my cousin said that her son might have encountered a ghost, so I wanted to ask you for help."

[Ding! The host has been detected to have encountered superstition. Please go and break the feudal superstition and be rewarded with the top Taoist technique: Tianshi Wangqi Technique!]

(End of this chapter)