This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Chen, holding the stone, grinned like a fool upon hearing Wang Xiaoer's words.

"You little rascal, you've hit the jackpot! You've struck gold!"

He pointed to the stone in his arms, his voice rising several octaves.

"Do you know what this is?"

Wang Xiaoer shook his head.

"Preaching Stone!"

Zhang Chen practically shouted it out.

"In ancient times, there were great masters who would set up altars to preach. Over the years, a trace of their own spiritual power would permeate the stubborn stone beneath them."

"Over time, this stubborn rock will undergo a transformation, becoming a vessel capable of bearing the 'Tao'!"

"It doesn't possess any spiritual energy; you can't detect it using any method of spirit detection, which is why I misjudged it!"

Zhang Chen became more and more excited as he spoke, spittle flying everywhere.

"But it can resonate with people of certain physical constitutions!"

"Once resonance occurs, it can directly infuse the Daoist insights it contains into your mind, helping you achieve sudden enlightenment and open the door to the Dao!"

Zhang Chen paused, looked at Wang Xiaoer, his eyes filled with indescribable complexity.

There was envy, there was jealousy, but more than anything, there was an overwhelming joy at witnessing a miracle.

"This thing is utterly useless to someone like me who already has a master and whose foundation in Taoist arts is already established."

"But for someone like you who knows nothing, like a blank sheet of paper..."

"This is a divine object that can defy fate!"

Wang Xiaoer's mind was still a complete blank as he listened to Zhang Chen's explanation.

He looked down at his hands, then looked up at the unremarkable stone.

So, all those things that just flooded into my mind were given by this stone?

He muttered to himself and asked the most crucial question.

"So... I'm a Taoist priest now?"

"..."

Zhang Chen almost couldn't catch his breath.

He looked at Wang Xiaoer's bewildered expression and felt both annoyed and amused.

He stepped forward and patted Wang Xiaoer on the back.

Snapped!

"It's not just Taoist priests!"

"You're a genius Taoist priest now! You understand? The kind with the protagonist's halo in novels!"

This preaching stone appeared neither earlier nor later, but only revealed its wonders when Wang Xiaoer touched it.

This can no longer be explained by good luck.

This treasure will find its own owner!

Previously, Wang Xiaoer's luck was only passively triggered, more like an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm.

But it's different now.

He possessed the constitution of "naturally perfect Tao" and the enlightenment of the "Preaching Stone".

He finally had the possibility of taking control of his power!

This is a qualitative leap from 0 to 1!

Wang Xiaoer was knocked off balance by Zhang Chen's slap, but a fire seemed to ignite in his heart.

A genius Taoist priest?

He looked at his hands, and an unprecedented feeling welled up inside him.

It's a feeling of having grasped some kind of law, of being able to influence the world.

Although it was still very faint, it was incredibly clear.

He was no longer an ordinary person who could only rely on fleeting luck to solve problems.

"Come, come, sit down quickly."

Zhang Chen, as if he had struck gold, pulled Wang Xiaoer and pressed him onto the sofa.

He solemnly placed the Preaching Stone on the coffee table, then rubbed his hands together and looked at Wang Xiaoer with great anticipation.

"Take another close look. Besides talismans, is there anything else in your mind? Like alchemy? Divination? Or feng shui?"

"The insights into Tao contained within this Preaching Stone must be of more than one kind!"

Wang Xiaoer closed his eyes and tried to explore the vast ocean of information in his mind.

Just then.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of rapid and forceful knocks on the door shattered the excited atmosphere inside the office.

The sound was loud and chaotic, as if the people outside had encountered some extremely urgent matter.

Zhang Chen's smile froze, and he frowned in annoyance at being interrupted.

"Who is it? So late at night, are you in a hurry to be reborn?"

He stood up cursing and walked over to open the door.

Outside the door stood a young man dressed in a deliveryman's uniform.

He was probably in his early twenties, his hair was wet with sweat and stuck messily to his forehead.

His face was deathly pale, as white as paper, without a trace of blood.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with extreme fear and panic, and his body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.

When the young man saw Zhang Chen open the door, he seemed to have grasped at a last straw, his lips trembling:

"I...I think I'm being haunted by a ghost!"

Zhang Chen and Wang Xiaoer exchanged a glance.

Business is coming in.

The impatience on Zhang Chen's face vanished instantly, replaced by a professional composure.

He turned to the side and invited the deliveryman from the doorway in.

"Don't rush, sit down and tell me slowly."

Zhang Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calming power.

"What happened?"

The deliveryman sat carefully on the sofa, his body still trembling, as if he had just been pulled out of ice water.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

It took him a while to recover and lift his bloodless face.

"My name is Li Ming, and I'm a deliveryman."

His voice was hoarse, trembling with sobs.

"Lately... lately, I've been feeling something's off when I'm delivering packages."

"I always feel like someone is following me from behind, very close, and the back of my neck feels cool."

As Li Ming spoke, he shrank back in fear, looking around as if something was lurking in the darkness.

"But every time I suddenly turn around, there's nothing there! It's all empty behind me!"

"And there are still packages! The loss rate in my area is alarmingly high."

"The package was in the trunk of my electric scooter just a second ago, but after I delivered one and went downstairs, when I opened the box again, one package was missing!"

Li Ming became increasingly agitated, gripping his hair tightly with both hands.

"We've checked the security footage, but they didn't find anything! The company thinks I'm embezzling, and if this continues, I'll be fired!"

Zhang Chen listened quietly without interrupting, and simply poured him a cup of hot water.

Li Ming held the water glass in both hands, the warm touch calming him down a little.

He took a sip of water, his teeth clicking against the rim of the cup with a soft "clucking" sound.

"Never mind these...never mind these."

His voice was extremely low and filled with fear.

"The scariest thing was last night..."

"I got home from get off work, was so tired I collapsed into bed and fell asleep immediately. I was woken up in the middle of the night by a burning smell."

"I opened my eyes and saw a fire in the living room."

Li Ming's pupils contracted sharply, as if he had returned to that terrifying night.

"A package that doesn't belong to me has inexplicably appeared in my home."

"The package was on the coffee table in the living room, and the firelight was coming from inside it!"

"I...I mustered up my courage and went over to open the package..."

He couldn't continue speaking after that, and his body began to tremble violently again.

Zhang Chen frowned slightly and pressed for an answer: "What's inside?"

Li Ming raised his head, his eyes unfocused, and his lips trembled as he uttered a few words.

"A stack...a stack of burning paper money!"

The air inside the office seemed to instantly turn cold.

"The flames were green, burning right in front of me, with no smoke, just that pungent smell!"

"I was so scared I almost jumped out of my skin. I ran out of the house as fast as I could and spent the whole night in an internet cafe."

"I don't dare to call the police. They'll think I'm crazy because I went back downstairs and checked, and there was no fire at all."

"Later, I heard from a driver who worked the night shift that a new 'office' had opened nearby that specialized in handling these kinds of strange things, so I... so I came here."

After Li Ming finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Chen with pleading eyes, like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood.

"Master, you must save me! I'm being driven crazy!"