The livestream connection was already open, so Ning An didn't bother to close it immediately.
Looking at the constant stream of livestream connection requests, Ning An casually clicked to accept one.
Soon, the screen showed a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses.
Around forty years old, his dark brown suit jacket unbuttoned, a string of gold-plated Buddhist beads around his neck.
"Little Daoist Master, you're quite talented for someone so young."
The man, known online as Brother Lao Tuo, looked at Ning An with a sneer, his tone contemptuous.
After all, since the founding of the country, those outspoken Daoist sects have either been absorbed or even had their founding grandmasters' ashes dug up.
People like Ning An were just trying to make a quick buck.
Ning An merely glanced at Brother Lao Tuo and then turned his head to grab a teacup.
After taking a couple of sips, Ning An coldly said:
"None of your damn business."
Brother Lao Tuo's fleshy face twitched with anger, but with many followers watching, he couldn't lose his temper.
He fiddled with the Buddhist beads around his neck, forcing a couple of turns, and pulled out a fake smile:
"Little Daoist Master, I saw your livestream says three sticks of Divine Invitation Incense guarantee wishes fulfilled without any cost, right?"
"Oh, I suppose so." Ning An took another sip of tea, uninterested in him.
This attitude immediately infuriated Brother Lao Tuo's fans.
In an instant, Ning An's screen was flooded with comments again.
"For someone so young, how could the host be so good at trickery; I wonder how his parents brought him up?"
"His appearance is good, but I can't say the same for his character."
"He got lucky to become popular, and now he's so arrogant, but better not fall into the gutter without realizing it!"
Brother Lao Tuo, seeing his fans charge forward for him, grew increasingly smug with his fake smile.
"Maybe it's fate we met today; I'll buy a Divine Invitation Incense from your Daoist Temple to bless me with early recovery."
"It won't work." Ning An spat out some tea residue, answering without lifting his head.
Brother Lao Tuo froze for a moment, a sinister smirk oozing at the corner of his mouth as he burst into laughter:
"Little Daoist Master, you're quite humorous, predicting results before the incense is even burned. Your grandmaster must be pissed."
Seeing Brother Lao Tuo's yin-yang sarcasm, yet still full of charm, his fans went even crazier.
"A down-and-out Daoist from a broken temple, acting all high and mighty despite not daring to lift your head. Maybe our Brother Lao Tuo has already charmed you, tsk tsk tsk."
"Brother Lao Tuo often goes to the gym, he's tough as nails. You, little Daoist, seem young but with a dark heart."
"Buying your incense is just helping your temple's business, do you really think you're the divine spokesperson?"
"Heh, looking at this type of person even once makes me want to puke."
Without waiting for Ning An to refuse again, Brother Lao Tuo directly forwarded the Incense Money via a screenshot sent by his fans.
[Sixty thousand yuan has been credited!]
Being forced into a sale again???
Ning An now felt like crying but could only feel overwhelmed.
Who wouldn't want to earn more Incense Money?
After all, the neighboring Daoist Temple already adorned their grandmaster's ashes with gold!
The issue was, Ning An didn't dare!
After practicing the Five Ghosts Transport Technique, not only had his five senses heightened, but he could also see many things invisible to others.
Things commonly referred to as — Evil Ghosts.
Damn it!
Just a glance revealed a whirlwind of ghostly fires and intense resentment surrounding Brother Lao Tuo.
A blind old ghost was the nearest.
The old ghost tightly clung to Brother Lao Tuo, continuously using its barbed long tongue to "lick" the back of Brother Lao Tuo's head.
Just one look at Brother Lao Tuo, and the old ghost seemed to sense Ning An's gaze. It slowly turned its head towards the screen…
With the situation like this, who in their right mind would dare to keep looking at the screen?
There's no need to think; according to the system's standards, this is undoubtedly a sinister guest!
If he truly lets the incense burn...
Considering the system's infinite warning of consequences, Ning An couldn't help but shiver.
He certainly didn't want the entertainment stream to become a supernatural one.
Ning An decisively opened his mouth to refuse:
"If you really want to burn incense and make a wish, do it in person. If I do it for you, our grandmaster might not hear your heart's voice."
Brother Lao Tuo slyly smiled and delivered a soul-crushing retort:
"If your grandmaster can't even get this right, how dare you claim your wishes are effective and without cost?"
Damn!
Trying to disrupt!
Ning An immediately understood; yet another streamer here to provoke a fight.
It's hard to advise someone hell-bent on digging their own grave!
Ning An gritted his teeth but still didn't give up, saying:
"If others burn incense to make wishes on your behalf, the Divine Invitation Incense's function is no different from ordinary incense. Forcing what's not meant for you will cost you; won't you reconsider, layperson?"
Seeing Ning An's expression, Brother Lao Tuo laughed even more coldly and smugly:
"Isn't it just a little cost? Little Daoist Master, just burn it, seeking a clear mind; how much could it cost me?"
Seeing Ning An still hesitating, Brother Lao Tuo waved his hand, and a document was placed in front of the livestream camera:
"Little Daoist Master, I know your concerns, look, I've specially prepared a waiver agreement. No matter what happens, it's none of your business!"
Ning An sighed.
Monks might be slackers, but Daoists generally have real skills.
And Ning An was especially good at reading horoscopes and faces.
Brother Lao Tuo's eyes seemed energetic, but in fact, his mind was empty, surrounded by black aura in the three yin areas, indicating a short life.
Several bottomless hanging needle lines on his forehead signify he's indirectly responsible for several lives.
Various other signs, countless...
Such a look, Ning An had seen before, that of Li Tie, who recently came to burn incense and make a wish, was quite similar to Brother Lao Tuo.
"With this appearance, seeking health might be tough..."
Hearing this, Brother Lao Tuo wasn't angry but rather laughed: "My friend always said how effective your incense burning was, didn't expect you to be a fraud!"
"Haven't even burned the incense yet, starting to lose confidence already, what? Afraid when my headache truly gets better, I'll insist it didn't?"
The barrage of comments flew by, particularly aggressive from Brother Lao Tuo's fans.
"If it was a script to begin with, just say it earlier; I hate you charlatans pretending to be mystics, disgusting!"
"Nowadays, people's hearts are dark; it's one thing to find a youngster to pretend as a Daoist, but he's also cowardly."
"If the host is scared, hurry and apologize to our Brother Lao Tuo, what a joke."
Clearly, these fans were instructed by Brother Lao Tuo's team. He confidently smiled, increasingly ridiculing on the stream:
"When supermarkets sell fake or subpar products, they compensate tenfold, will the host's false marketing and customer deception not face the same tenfold penalty?"
"Earlier, one stick cost me twenty thousand, I paid for three sticks: sixty thousand in total, so at tenfold compensation, you owe me six hundred thousand!"
Ning An's loyal fans couldn't stand it and jumped in to attack directly.
"Show some shame; when did the Daoist Master even ask for your Incense Money? Wasn't it you who forced it over?"
"Exactly; and you asking for a headache cure is like a kid tapping sleeves of sparrows; the outcome is yours to declare!"
Upon seeing this remark, Brother Lao Tuo instantly became anxious. He tore off his wig, exposing his bald scalp, covered with holes, some deep enough to reveal bone:
"You're messing with me? Believe it or not, I'll have someone fix you?"
"What kind of Daoist livestream is this, refusing to let someone burn incense and pray in all sorts of ways, are you a cult organization?"