But Zhang Qiang’s eyes were bloodshot, and with three fingers pointing to the sky, he roared:
"I can swear, I can swear to Heaven, swear to the Ancestors. Every word from Zhang Qiang’s mouth is the truth, not a single lie!"
Childish!
Utterly laughable!
The more he acted this way, the more the viewers in the live broadcast room found it amusing.
"Swearing? Isn’t this hilarious? Scumbags and liars swear all the ti, saying things like forever and ever, or may they be struck by lightning if not. But days later, they turn around and cheat, yet you don’t see Thunder Lord or Electric Mother striking them down!"
"It’s ridiculous. If swearing worked, why would we need laws, or police? In the future, if people have troubles, they wouldn’t need the police, just swear it out."
"..."
The villagers around had the sa reaction, the more they looked at Zhang Qiang, the more disgusted they felt.
"Stop spouting nonsense, present your evidence, or don’t waste ti here!"
Many villagers couldn’t hold back, urging him.
Facing the disdain in everyone’s eyes, Zhang Qiang was flushed with embarrassnt, but had no solution.
As the situation beca deadlocked, Ning An stepped forward.
He looked at Zhang Qiang, seriously saying, "You’re sure you lent him one hundred and fifty thousand, right?"
"Little Daoist, I’m really not lying, I really lent out one hundred and fifty thousand." Zhang Qiang was so anxious he could almost jump three feet high.
"If that’s the case, let’s leave it to the Ancestor to judge."
Seeing the three incense sticks Ning An handed over, Zhang Qiang was puzzled and looked up to ask, "Little Daoist, what is this?"
Ning An spoke naturally: "Didn’t you just swear to the Ancestor? If you’re not guilty, offer him the incense and tell him about it, let him judge."
Wow!
Unlike the eager live broadcast viewers, the faces of the surrounding villagers were bewildered.
They usually only browse military content online, not much into short videos, thus unaware of the current terrifying incense offerings at Changchun Temple.
The villagers just assud as before that whoever was diating couldn’t stand it anymore, found a random excuse and was ready to wrap it up.
Thinking of this, everyone’s faces relaxed, except for Wang Baoqiang on the side.
Though his face looked calm, his hand was already clenched into a fist.
He wasn’t very old and did browse short videos frequently, so he was well aware of the terrifying incense offerings at Changchun Temple!
But regardless of what Wang Baoqiang thought, Zhang Qiang took the incense sticks and smiled bitterly: "Well, Little Daoist, I’ll go and offer incense."
Just like the village elders, he assud that Ning An was giving him an out.
Looking at the complex gazes of the village elders in the hall, Zhang Qiang laughed self-deprecatingly, then turned and went to the incense burner to make a wish.
Ning An observed all the changes in expressions among the people, especially Wang Baoqiang.
Based on Wang Baoqiang’s tense expression just now, Ning An could be sure that Wang Baoqiang either owed Zhang Qiang money or had so leverage held by Zhang Qiang, otherwise he wouldn’t be this tense.
But what puzzled Ning An was that even though Wang Baoqiang was so tense, his face remained calm, not moving at all.
"Strange, strange indeed."
Ning An glanced briefly and then shifted his gaze back to Zhang Qiang.
Even if both of them were lying, it didn’t matter, the system would provide the answer.
The mont Zhang Qiang bent over in front of the incense burner, the system panel automatically appeared.
[Gender: Male]
[Occupation: Farr]
[Na: Zhang Qiang]
[Wish: To recover the one hundred and fifty thousand borrowed by Wang Wenqiang two years ago, plus interest at bank rates!]
[Backdoor fulfillnt thod: In one minute, a man from Korea disguised as a Dragon Country person, Li Taijun, wishes to make a wish at Changchun Temple with fluent Mandarin!
His wish is to understand Dragon Country customs and culture; being a gold dal diator from Y City, if he diates this matter, it will be resolved in under three minutes!]
[Cost: To be collected after Zhang Qiang’s wish is fulfilled!]
Huh?
Seeing the panel information, Ning An was a bit puzzled.
He wasn’t surprised by the line about the cost, as since this morning with Wang Dachui, the system had been listing the cost separately.
What puzzled Ning An was why the system let a Korean act as a Celestial?
And it said the diation would succeed in three minutes.
Isn’t this a joke!
Before Ning An could think more, a very standard Mandarin voice had already co from the entrance of the temple:
"Brother Sect Leader, are you ho?"
Whoa!
Ning An’s eyes lit up, and he swiftly stepped out.
He wanted to see how the system would resolve this situation today!
After Li Taijun shouted this at the entrance, he was filled with indescribable anxiety.
Although Li Taijun believed his Mandarin was very standard, and even many friends from Dragon Country praised it, this was Changchun Temple after all, the land known for the little immortal Ning An!
Even though he was confident in deceiving others, his heart couldn’t help but race.
"Oh, you’re here at last!"
Ning An’s enthusiastic words left Li Taijun completely bewildered.
Seeing Ning An approaching with a smiling face, Li Taijun felt his heart race even faster, with a sense of unease.
"Daoist Ning, I never expected you to co out and welco personally, I’m imnsely honored."
As Ning An drew closer, Li Taijun barely had ti to think, imdiately putting on a smile, his voice tinged with sincerity.
When Ning An reached him, he raised his right hand and said with a smile: "Welco to Changchun Temple, it must have been a tiring journey."
Wow!
The "little immortal" can be this understanding?
Despite his excitent, Li Taijun quickly grasped his left hand and excitedly said: "Not tiring, not tiring at all."
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Li Taijun intended to retract his hand, feeling awkward about two n holding hands for too long.
However, just as he tried to pull back, it felt like sothing was holding his hand longingly, making it impossible to withdraw.
Looking up, Ning An was smiling warmly at him, for reasons unknown, a fear of his disguise being seen through surged within him.
"Little Daoist, this?" Li Taijun chuckled awkwardly, trying to pull his hand back twice more, but it was to no avail.
"Taijun, must be tiring coming all the way from Korea."
While attempting to pull back, Li Taijun forced a smile: "Not tiring, not tir..."
The next mont, his eyes widened in shock, and looking at Ning An felt like seeing a ghost.
Simultaneously, he stamred in denial: "Li... Little Daoist, you must be joking, I’m not..."
Li Taijun swore, if Ning An wasn’t gripping his hand firmly, he’d imdiately turn and flee without a second thought.
He had watched the streams from two months ago, where Tina got taken away by the police for violating the rule that foreigners can’t offer incense at Changchun Temple.
Moreover, the people who ca were actually criminal police!
Li Taijun dared to co because his East Asian face and fluent Mandarin gave him that audacity to gamble at Changchun Temple.
Now that Ning An had revealed his identity, how could he not panic!
"Alright, stop pretending."
Ning An didn’t have ti for gas and directly unveiled his purpose: "Didn’t you co here to learn about Dragon Country customs? I have a chance for you, let’s see if you can grasp it."
Li Taijun, at this point, stopped resisting, reversing his grip on Ning An, with eagerness showing in his eyes: "Little Daoist, are you serious!"
Having grown up in Dragon Country, Li Taijun had an inherent admiration for the forr master country.
He had a strong fondness for Dragon Country customs and people.
Upon graduating from university, he imdiately ca to Dragon Country in eagerness.
Later, he heard many Dragon Country customs stemd from the Daoist family, and with the recent sensational popularity of Changchun Temple, it beca his destination.
Initially, he was prepared for potential failure, but Ning An’s offer reignited the hope within him.
"Of course."
Ning An slightly raised an eyebrow, calmly letting go of his hand, and recounted the situation within the Daoist Temple to him in detail.
After listening to Ning An’s account, Li Juntao furrowed his brow, then rubbed his hands awkwardly, looking at Ning An: "This issue sounds a bit tricky."
"If successful, you may read three volus of scriptures from our temple."
Ning An smiled calmly, fully grasping Li Juntao’s weak spot.
Indeed.
The next mont, Li Juntao was instantly invigorated, heading into the temple without a second thought.
Ning An, curious, turned his head and asked: "You’re that confident?"
Li Juntao turned back, showing a sly smile:
"Little Daoist, this is a piece of cake. I have a trick up my sleeve, works every ti, guaranteed to satisfy everyone!"
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