My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 202 Is the bad luck in reality just a coincidence?
The other party did not completely ban him, but imposed many restrictions on him.

He spent several times more than the average person to obtain a game qualification through special channels.

After entering the game, Zhou Wenqiang discovered that almost all of his pay-to-win features were disabled, making it impossible for him to pursue the path of establishing a sect.

Even the social system has been severely restricted, and even death will deduct from your accumulated game time.

Zhou Wenqiang couldn't understand why Jintian Group would choose to target him so much when they had money to be made.

But why didn't they completely shut themselves off?

Furthermore, those on the gray list need to meet certain special conditions to be eligible to purchase the medicine.

Fortunately, once the conditions are met, it is possible to purchase internally before the product is publicly released to the outside world.

He even suspected that the other party was taking advantage of his advanced age and his dependence on the life-saving medicine they had developed, which was why they dared to make such an exorbitant demand and use this method to indirectly exploit his wealth.

But he really couldn't resist such temptation.

What troubled him even more was that his followers, who used to obey him in real life, seemed to have been blacklisted and had no way to obtain game access.

This also prevented him from quickly establishing his own power in the game.

He can't count on them.

But he believed that with his own methods, he could thrive even in the game.

In fact, this game seemed to have started his second life.

His tireless body and endless energy were something he thoroughly enjoyed.

He did indeed accumulate enough time and, using the vast sums of money donated to him by his followers, as well as the initial conditions he had achieved in the game, he purchased the first-generation "Spark of Life" repair potion ahead of time.

Even though they're on the gray list, money can still be useful.

The second generation is also under development, but the conditions set for it in the game have become more stringent.

Therefore, even though he had been repeatedly tormented by that wicked disciple Dong Changsheng in the Great Qian Dynasty under the guise of "repaying kindness," making a complete mess of everything, he never thought of deleting his account and starting over.

He can start from scratch once, and he can start from scratch a second and a third time.

As long as the account exists and as long as the game time continues to accumulate, he still has hope.

So he traveled south, crossed the border, and entered a completely new country.

He now appears to have nothing.

But at least he still has his tongue that can still speak, and a script that he has rehearsed a thousand times in his mind.

He stopped in a small border town.

Zhou Wenqiang set up a stall under the banyan tree at the entrance of town, offering fortune telling services for free.

He called out to the old man who was passing by carrying a load on his shoulders, his gaze sweeping over the man's back bent under the weight of the carrying pole and his large, calloused hands.

“Old man, the vertical line between your eyebrows is a sign of a life of toil.”

I can see that every penny you've earned in your life has been through hard work, but once you have it, it's gone in the blink of an eye; you can't hold onto it.

"Sister-in-law, your fertility palace looks dull and lifeless. Perhaps you have a child at home who is causing you a lot of worry?"

You may empty your savings for him, but he may not be able to provide you with a comfortable old age.

His words touched upon the hidden pain in the hearts of these ordinary people.

When the other person's eyes changed from numb to terrified, he took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket, on which were distorted symbols drawn with cinnabar.

"This item is called a 'lucky charm,' and I won't charge you for it. Let's do a good deed together."

"Keep it close to your body and always remember the destiny of today; good fortune will come on its own."

The yellow paper was rough, and the cinnabar marks were of varying depths, lacking any spiritual energy whatsoever.

But when a person is too deeply mired in the mire of life, he will reach out and grab any vine that appears in front of him, even if he knows it may not be sturdy.

Moreover, this vine doesn't require him to give anything in return.

temporary.

A few days later, the townspeople stopped calling him a stranger and started calling him "Zhou the Fortune Teller." He then began his second step.

He found a few idle thugs in town and, in a corner of the tavern, pushed a few copper coins onto each of their tables.

After indulging in food and drink, these people began repeating the same story in every corner of the town...

"Did you hear that?"

"Butcher Zhang wore a talisman from fortune teller Zhou. Yesterday, he went into the mountains, slipped, and tumbled into a pit. Guess what? There was a gold nugget lying in the pit!"

"That spendthrift son of Widow Li was clamoring to go to the casino a few days ago, but he tripped over the threshold as soon as he stepped out the door and broke his leg."

Guess what? Yesterday his mother went to get a talisman for him to wear, and today he's able to go out and work in the fields!

A lie is like smoke; it dissipates with a gust of wind.

A hundred lies piled together become a thick fog that everyone can see.

The way the townspeople looked at Zhou Wenqiang changed.

When people pass by his stall, they bow deeply; if they cook something delicious at home, they will specially bring him a bowl of it.

Zhou Wenqiang knew that the wheat was ripe and it was time to start harvesting.

……

He began to gather all the townspeople and held a "Thanksgiving Ceremony" in the threshing ground in the center of the town.

The torches crackled and popped, illuminating the devout faces.

Zhou Wenqiang stood on the makeshift platform, no longer mentioning "fate." He straightened his back and opened his arms.

Do you think that you are poor and hungry because of bad luck?

"You're wrong! What's binding your hands and feet is your brains!"

"It's that feeling of 'this is how my life is going to be!'"

"You should be grateful! Be grateful for the poverty you are enduring now! Because of this poverty, you have the opportunity to stand here, listen to me, and grasp this rope that can change your destiny!"

"You have to pay the price! The coins you hold in your hand will always just be coins!"

"Only by scattering it can you get gold back! How can wealth and prosperity enter your home if you don't part with your jars and pots?!"

He slammed his hand on the table and roared:
"Applause, you understand!!!"

……

Between breaths, gasps rose and fell, rising in the firelight.

In the bloodshot eyes of everyone present, all they could see was the figure on the high platform.

Bathed in this gaze, Zhou Wenqiang raised his hand and waved it gently.

Several men carried several wooden crates and squeezed a path through the crowd.

He then threw the box onto the stage.

The lid of the box was lifted, revealing books stacked inside.

The book's pages had rough edges and frayed corners, clearly indicating it was rushed out of a small workshop.

On the other side, there was a pile of wooden carvings, which were not clearly made out to be mythical beasts, but they gleamed with an oily sheen under the firelight.

On the stage, Zhou Wenqiang stood with his hands behind his back.

"This book, titled 'The True Secret to Success,' reveals the secrets to changing one's destiny!"

This item is called a "wealth-gathering artifact," capable of attracting wealth from all directions!

I only entrust it to those who are determined and willing to give it their all!

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd below the stage surged forward.

They raised their hands high, over the throng of heads, and threw their savings onto the platform with all their might.

(End of this chapter)