I am against feudal superstition, so I light incense on my midnight rice!

Chapter 6 The whisk that has been enshrined in the Demon-Suppressing Temple for two hundred years!
"Ms. Chen, is your son's name Zhou Tianxiong?" At this time, Zhao Duan, who was wandering in the sky, opened his eyes and seemed to have glimpsed the secret of heaven.
The woman was stunned when she heard this, and then excitement appeared on her face.

This master is really capable. He figured out her son's name in one go.

Zhao Duan naturally saw all of this, and he smiled disdainfully in his heart.

Shabi.

When the agent recommended you to me, he already gave me your entire family's information. I not only know your son's name, but also the names of all your aunts and uncles.

"Master, that's right! Have you predicted what my son will do in the future?"

Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the square-faced man next to him. He was about 1.85 meters tall and looked very burly. He felt a little guilty when looking at him.

However, his years of experience in fraud prevented him from revealing his true identity.

He calculated again, and then an excited smile appeared on his face.

"Ms. Chen, your son will at least be a mayor in the future!!!"

As soon as these words came out.

The scene fell into silence for a while. Looking at the stunned expressions of the two people, Zhao Duan's mouth twitched slightly.

"Oh no! I've boasted too much!" Zhao Duan wanted to slap himself at this moment, but he couldn't take back what he said, so he could only think of a way to make up for it.
But the next moment, Ms. Chen's happy laughter was heard.

"Hahaha! My son will at least be a mayor in the future. When you hear that you don't have a son, you should thank the master!" Ms. Chen pulled Zhou Tianxiong, who had a cold face, aside.

Zhou Tianxiong took a few deep breaths. He really wanted to overturn the charlatan's table and call the police, but his mother kept pulling him, which made him very annoyed.

Everyone in his family believed in feudal superstitions, except him.

He had long disliked this despicable charlatan, and now asking him to say thank you was impossible.

He won't lose face like that.

"Son, what's wrong with you? You are usually so polite, why are you so ignorant now?" Ms. Chen scolded her son while looking at Zhao Duan apologetically.
"Oh~ It doesn't matter. Young people are sensitive to reputation." Zhao Duan's palms were sweating.
Fortunately, the pig believed it firmly. If it were someone else, he would have been in real trouble today.

"Master, how much money can I transfer to you?" Ms. Chen said anxiously, taking out her mobile phone.
Zhou Tianxiong on the side wanted to stop it, but he couldn't pull it off.

"Ms. Chen, just give me 18,800 as a token of your appreciation." Zhao Duan saw that Ms. Chen was well-dressed and asked for a large sum of money.
Soon, nearly 20,000 yuan was transferred.

Watching all this, Zhou Tianxiong clenched his fists tightly.

"Once I pass the police exam and become a powerful police officer, I will arrest all of you bastards!"

Zhou Tianxiong is a student at the Police Academy. With his grades, the probability of him passing the joint police examination is as high as 90%!

These were all made up by Zhao Duan, but what he didn't know was that Zhou Tianxiong climbed up the ranks at an extremely fast speed in the next five years and became the extremely powerful Chief of Police.

The name Zhou Tianxiong has also become a taboo in the hearts of charlatans across the country. He has been given many titles such as Charlatan Terminator, Swindler Nemesis, and Rising Star of Patrol.

After the two men left, Zhao Duan turned around with a lewd look on his face, opened his cell phone and looked at the deposits in the bank.

Zhao Duan has been cheating here for years. No! Fortune-telling has made a stable living, no longer having to stay on the overpass to tell fortunes like those charlatans.

Suddenly, a notification message about the shaking video popped up.

Zhao Duan clicked on it and was furious after reading it. His face immediately turned gloomy.

He had originally intended to scare Jiang Chen into giving up livestreaming, but he hadn't expected Jiang Chen to be so fearless that he actually confronted him head-on. Tonight, he had chosen him to bring up the idea of breaking down feudal superstitions. Wasn't this a slap in his face?
I'm used to being respected and superior. When have I ever been treated like this?

"You're such a fearless person, you really think you can have your cake and eat it just for some show? Tonight I'll show you what terror is!"

"You are seeking death on your own."

Zhao Duan laughed sinisterly twice.

Others don't know whether the superstition he proposed is true, but doesn't he know?

He had learned this superstition from his master. Decades ago, someone tried this superstition and died suddenly that very night. His death was very miserable, as if he had been tortured by something before he died.

After that, this superstition was banned and no one was stupid enough to try it again.

Even his master Dou had warned him that it was okay to lie but never to commit suicide.

When Jiang Chen accepted Tianshui's fortune-telling request, many of his colleagues also had serious expressions, and each of them was watching the show.

Although Jiang Chen's behavior was tantamount to provoking them, it could not shake their cake for now.

In the Demon-Suppressing Temple, Jiang Chen was cleaning the Ancestral Hall with a feather duster in his hand, and a whisk was placed under the statue of the Ancestral Master.

The handle of the whisk is no longer smooth, and the whisk fibers have lost their former integrity and whiteness. Some parts are worn and broken.

Despite being damaged, this whisk still has a tenacious temperament!

According to his master, this whisk is two hundred years old and has been enshrined in the ancestral hall. It is like a witness of history, carrying the weight and vicissitudes of history.

When Jiang Chen inherited the position of the headmaster, he looked through the core records of Zhenyao Temple. According to the records, the Taoist weapon enshrined in Zhenyao Temple has always been a bronze sword.

But for some unknown reason it turned into a whisk, and with limited records, Jiang Chen didn't know either.

In the past, Jiang Chen could only feel that this whisk was very old and looked a bit tattered.

But for Jiang Chen, who now possesses golden light, he can now clearly feel the rich aroma of incense in the whisk, as well as the hint of obscure sacred power.

"It seems that my master still has many secrets that he hasn't told me, alas~"

Jiang Chen stepped forward and bowed to the ancestor, then stretched out his hand and slowly placed it on the whisk. The golden light in his body surged and attached to his palm, and a ball of dazzling golden energy kept flashing.

It's like a sun that has been shrunk billions of times.

Golden light poured into the whisk, and the whisk seemed to come alive at this moment. Jiang Chen felt that the whisk was actually absorbing his golden light.

After a while, the whisk changed. Golden strokes appeared on the handle of the whisk, and these complex strokes outlined runes.

These runes complement each other and are extremely sacred.

However, Jiang Chen did not let this bottomless whisk continue to absorb. If he wanted to restore the golden light, he needed to continuously practice the Golden Light Spell to absorb the energy of the sun.

He believed that if he nurtured it with his Golden Light Mantra every day, the whisk might be able to regain its former charm one day in the future.

His golden light is several times better than spiritual energy.

The cultivator practices the technique to absorb spiritual energy, and then practices the Golden Light Mantra to transform the spiritual energy into golden light. However, due to system reasons, Jiang Chen directly practices the Golden Light Mantra.

(End of this chapter)