With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

Azhen said calmly, "Just call me Boss Feng. Everyone calls me Boss Feng."

"But I still maintain that most of the talismans sold online are ineffective. If Master Lin is so concerned, he might as well try to persuade them or file a complaint with the relevant authorities to stop them from selling them. It's not fair to only target me."

Lin Xixi opened her mouth, but now she didn't know how to respond.

Fu Yingshu frowned, his face full of dissatisfaction.

"Does Master Fu have any further objections?" Azhen asked. "I was just expressing my opinion, that's not wrong, is it? And what I said wasn't wrong either. If you're going to manage something, manage those online shops. It's really not right to only manage me. If you really get the relevant departments to issue an order to stop selling those things, I will definitely comply with the rules and take them down."

Fu Yingshu's expression darkened, realizing that Feng Zhen was right.

In reality, many famous Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries sell items that are merely for good luck and psychological comfort, without any real practical effect.

If he dares to file a complaint, he'll offend countless people.

There are actually true masters behind these people.

His junior sister had previously suggested trying to persuade Feng Zhen, but he hadn't thought that far ahead. Now that she had brought up such a long story, he was truly in a difficult position.

Luo Yun, who was sitting at the same table, looked like she was watching the drama unfold. She had chosen to sit at this table today because she had already heard about the gossip surrounding Lin Xixi and Feng Zhen, and she had come specifically to join in the fun.

As someone who plays tarot cards, to be honest, she doesn't have any special abilities, but she always manages to hit a few lucky ones.

She is very self-aware; she can only predict some general fortunes, but she doesn't hold special sessions for anyone or charge any fees.

The yellow bikes mainly sell tarot cards, books about tarot cards, and some crystal ornaments that represent various magnetic fields and symbolize good luck, wealth, and protection from disasters. Occasionally, they also sell other things.

These are just psychological comforts; people who buy them won't believe that these things can actually have a substantial effect.

If these things can't be sold, then many things in this world that represent good fortune and auspiciousness can't be sold either.

She had learned about Lin Xixi's experiences in exposing frauds, and she felt that it was good to crack down on those "masters" who swindled people out of money and led them astray.

However, he was a bit inappropriate in this matter concerning Feng Zhen, as if he was being overly serious.

Take the last live stream, for example. The purpose was very clear: to humiliate Feng Zhen. The other party believed Feng Zhen was a fake, and under those circumstances, extending an invitation from the Wen family—whether Feng Zhen accepted or not—the outcome would likely be unfavorable.

Luo Yun glanced at Feng Zhen, who was sipping tea. How should I put it? The other party was still so self-righteous today. He must have some kind of backing.
An interest flashed in her eyes. She wondered who would win this showdown; who doesn't enjoy watching a spectacle? Deep down, she actually hoped Feng Zhen was truly capable.

She didn't really like Lin Xixi.

Both the senior and junior siblings possessed an arrogant disdain for others. No matter how approachable Lin Xixi appeared, once you got to know them, you would find that they looked down on people outside the realm of mystic arts.

For example, when they found out she was just a tarot reader, the two fellow students seemed polite and courteous, but they clearly looked down on her and thought that what she learned was not respectable.

Luo Yun sneered inwardly, even more eager for Lin Xixi to make a fool of herself.

Azhen noticed the strange look that flashed in Luo Yun's eyes, but only glanced at him before looking away.

Deborah remained with her eyes downcast, as if she didn't care about anyone.

A moment later, Ah Zhen's table fell silent. Lin Xixi stopped talking; she was too lazy to say anything more, and continued to look at her phone while sipping her tea.

The tea at Wens Castle is quite good.

I had originally planned to ask Lin Xixi and the other person about Fu Xianhe on Hua Wen's behalf, but it seems that's not going to happen now.

She wasn't in a hurry; she'd wait until the Wen's livestream event was over before looking for an opportunity.

Didn't the two senior and junior brothers count her before? Use that as an excuse to stop them, cause them a little trouble, and you won't be afraid of not being able to lure Fu Xianhe out.

Brutal and direct, without any need for consideration. Having figured out what to do, Azhen's mood brightened.

Just then, 997 reminded Azhen that she had received a private message.

The person who sent the private message said that some of them were trapped in a mountain and couldn't get out. They couldn't make phone calls and of course, they had no internet.

But for some reason, I was suddenly able to watch Wen's live stream and happened to hear Azhen say that if I encountered evil spirits, I could send her a private message.

So, this person, thinking he had nothing to lose, tried sending her a private message.

The other party was clearly a meticulous and thoughtful person. They not only described their own situation, the number of people trapped and their information, but also the approximate location where they were trapped, and even sent a location.

Faced with such detailed information, A-Zhuang quickly deduced that what the person seeking help said was true.

At this point, she certainly couldn't make the trip herself, so she took out a few talismans she had made at the funeral home and gave them to 997, asking him to deliver the items. With 997's abilities, doing this was a piece of cake.

In fact, she could send talismans remotely without 997, but that might alert the people in the castle.

She doesn't plan to reveal too much right now, as attracting attention might affect her plans.

After informing 997, A-Zhuang replied to the person seeking help: "I understand the situation. Stay where you are. I'll deliver the talisman to you shortly. It should help you get out of the mountains. I've also called the police for you; someone should be coming to meet you."

Zheng Xiaoming received a reply on his phone less than a minute after sending the private message, which he found hard to believe.

When the others saw his shocked expression, they quickly went over to look, and their expressions were similar to Zheng Xiaoming's.

"Senior brother, could this really be true?"

"I've replied to all the messages, so it must be true."

"This whole thing was really weird. I couldn't make any calls and there was no internet, but then I happened to see the live stream of Feng Zhen from the Wen family. After watching it, my senior brother found Feng Zhen's account and sent him a private message, but then I couldn't watch the live stream anymore. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it at all."

"This world is full of amazing things. In my opinion, the Master Feng Zhen that Xiaoming contacted is a person with real skills. It also shows that we are destined to meet her." The old professor said calmly. He looked around at the foggy surroundings and felt a glimmer of hope.

As an archaeology professor, he knows a lot about the wonders of this world and has a talisman, but this time the talisman failed.

"Let's do as Master Feng says."

The group waited for about five minutes, when suddenly several yellow talismans appeared out of thin air and floated down in front of each person.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, "Is this a teleportation?"

Their bodies reacted faster than their brains, and they immediately grabbed the yellow talisman.

997, who had given the talisman, did not leave immediately. Instead, he watched as Zheng Xiaoming and his group slowly walked out of the mountains that had surrounded them and met up with the police officers who had come to look for them before leaving.

Once Azhen learned that Zheng Xiaoming and his group had escaped, she stopped paying attention.

They thought they were quite destined to meet her, because even without internet access, they were able to watch Wen's live stream, specifically the part where she was speaking.

His life was not meant to end.

Logically speaking, ordinary people wouldn't have such a deep connection with her.

There was no time to find out the reasons at that time.

As the clock struck four, the steward of Wen's Castle came out: "Welcome, masters. Now, please participate in the basic assessment." (End of Chapter)