Passionate livestreaming!
Or do you want to see the disappointed look from Foster Father later?
Ning An looked at him, sizing him up and down, then scoffed:
"Dressed like this, is today the seventh day after the funeral? By logic, there's no blood relation between me and you, I never participated in any sperm donation events, so it's bizarre you're here seeking me."
The viewers in the livestream couldn't help but curl their lips.
"I..."
"What 'I'? You can't even articulate a sentence clearly. Be honest, did you draw this talisman with your foot?"
Ning An doesn't pamper him.
The mocking tone was even overpowering on the livestream.
Speaking at a rapid pace with clear enunciation.
"Take this to the market, even the passing aunties would compliment you: Great produce! Truly great produce!"
"Looked at it several times and still can't tell what kind of talisman you've drawn. Can you clearly express the key to drawing a talisman? According to your literary skills, I wouldn't even know who died while mourning."
Aluf, ready to retort firmly with a few words, turned livid.
In the next moment, as if hemorrhoids grew on his foot, he couldn't stand steadily, grabbing the bottle and ready to charge upwards.
Ning An remained still, voice calm:
"Think clearly before you splash, this robe is a national Grade A relic, 700-year Taoist purple robe, held by the National Museum. Check if your remaining time is enough for imprisonment."
...
Aluf wobbled, finally hooking one foot to stabilize the other.
The viewers in the Changchun Temple livestream couldn't help laughing.
"I'm dying of laughter, look at Aluf turned into a quail out of fright, neither advancing nor retreating, nearly stifling to death~"
"Previously, he would mock others, but today the tables have turned. Little Daoist not only excels in Daoist skills but also has a sharp tongue, wish to learn a trick or two in person."
"Brother Sect Leader is indeed flawless overall, truly impressive!"
...
Unlike the viewers at Changchun Temple.
Aluf's fans couldn't keep their faces intact and rushed passionately into the Changchun Temple livestream.
"I originally thought Daoist Masters were ethereal and refreshing, huh, turns out there's a disgrace among everyone, monks at least are jovial."
"Honestly, a single host directly influenced my perception of the Daoist family; henceforth, I'll only burn incense at the Monk's Temple!"
Aluf couldn't help but curl his lips.
Held back for so long, his fans finally began to help him fight back.
However, he rejoiced too soon.
Passionate livestream, Ning An wouldn't spare the freaks in the room:
"Monks are broad-minded because they're hefty; have the courage to try a Martial Monk?"
"Spitting out profanities keeps the heart clear, holding it back spoils the heart."
Aluf's smile was almost unsustainable.
"Are you saying you'll be burning incense at the Monk's Temple?"
Ning An's tone carried unmasked ridicule:
"Go ahead, I wish you all went there. At least five hundred per stick, burn if you like, who can stop you."
Aluf's face flushed and paled, ready to forcefully engage the topic, yet continued to be interrupted by Ning An's frown:
"Can you show some insight? I'm not done enjoying the scolding yet. If you're extremely short-sighted, I can personally sponsor your surgery."
"Moreover, the country is tightly clamping down to eliminate crimes and rectify evil practices, mind yourself, I don't want to see your number appear on Paradise Umbrella."
Old fans in the livestream laughed to tears.
"Can't handle it, can't believe the so-called self-cultivation is merely a Daoist facade, it's truly 'discontent then fight' at its core, hahaha."
"No jokes, if I were across from him, I'd surely poison him mute, the curses are too harsh."
"Believe if you want, otherwise let it drop, don't disturb Daoist Master's ascension, hehe."
Aluf suppressed a breath, shouting:
"Stop flaunting the verbal skills, where's the incense burner, I want to burn incense and make a wish!"
Ning An glanced at him meaningfully:
"You really have eggs in your sockets, only know to blink but not see."
"..."
Aluf genuinely wanted to poison the guy mute.
Yet, before he could react, a bank card was thrown into his hand.
"Take your stinky coins and go back where you came from, our Ancestral Master said we don't take beggars' money."
Ning An began directly dismissing him.
The Ghost-Collecting Incense plunged eagerly into the burner.
Hard to imagine.
Must be deficient in virtue to excite the Ghost-Collecting Incense this stiff?
"Not allowing me to offer incense? Then I'll assume your Changchun Temple acts on a script."
Aluf produced a document, bearing the stamp of the Daoist Association headquarters at the bottom:
"Before coming, I sent an application to the Daoist Association committee. If I can testify Changchun Temple engages in deceit, all Daoist affiliations will be revoked."
Aluf continued proudly:
"Rest assured, if my wish truly manifests, then I'll turn and leave, not taking a penny of Incense Money!"
"But if your house spreads false advertisements, then shut down Changchun Temple, releasing a statement claiming your incense-wishing act is merely a script!"
"I'll contemplate not providing evidence to the Daoist Association, at least preserving the reputations of the Daoist Masters in your lineage, what do you think?"
Listening to these remarks, Ning An hadn't yet spoken. The viewers dove into the 'fishing'.
"Is this guy mentally sound? Daoist Association committee? I might call him chairman during good moods, under bad moods, I'll send him underground with three sticks of incense."
"This guy's seriously fearless, it's fine not to believe in spirits, but always maintain a sense of awe, simply bullying the temples for missing Martial Monks."
"Brother Sect Leader throwing the bank card was so suave, directly striking the heart~"
Twelve thousand?
Ancestral Master Statue silver edging already difficult!
Haven't learned the charm of intense romance, but excelling in being repulsive by three degrees.
Ning An was invigorated, brimming with passion:
"If the Daoist Association revokes the Daoist affiliation, will they issue a statement? If issuing, can it be blasted across all their media platforms!"
What?
Aluf felt bewildered, tentatively asking:
"You're mad, right? Isn't Changchun Temple afraid of Daoist Association revocations? Aren't you scared of cutting off incense honorably?"
Ning An's lips curled into a slight smile:
"Daoist Association? What's that supposed to mean?"
"If Daoist Master gets really angry, I'll directly shave and ordain, pushing the Ancestral Master to the monks. Changchun Temple will simply become Changchun Monastery, incense affairs proceed as usual."
Aluf's face immediately turned green, pushing a sentence through clenched teeth:
"You… Are you not afraid of Ancestral Master's wrath?"
Ning An unabashedly laughed:
"You're trying to sever my Daoist Temple's incense, yet worrying about petty issues.
Moreover, you have no idea about Daoist history, clueless about the Deification Cataclysm."
"Just one sentence: if the Daoist Association revokes Changchun Temple's Daoist affiliation, we'll align with monks immediately."
Seeing Aluf's indifferent expression, Ning An sighed.
Inexplicable powerlessness felt like nuclear weapons striking naïve primitive people's heads.
Wanting to crawl darkly, scream, roar.
Ning An eyed Aluf with a gaze of profound stupidity, starting to analyze:
"Do you know the '86 version of Journey to the West? When filming the incident of stealing Life Fruit, just slightly, Buddhist oppression of Tao arose, inciting Daoist Masters across various famous mountains and temples, the director strained every nerve before filming proceeded smoothly."
"If I genuinely led Changchun Temple toward monks,"
Ning An courteously smiled, revealing clarity:
"At that moment, will your so-called Daoist Association be significant or Daoist Masters worldwide more powerful."