I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

"this……"

Boss Zhao's expression changed.

He quickly put down the statue of the God of Wealth and went to look at the next one.

The fifth statue, the sixth statue...

crack.

It's all cracked.

And right before his eyes, those cracks were spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It was as if an unseen hand was carving cracks into the surface of the statue.

click-

A slight cracking sound was heard.

"Boss! Boss!"

The shop assistant, Xiao Liu, suddenly screamed, her voice trembling.

He pointed to the altar, his face ashen: "Look! All...all the statues of gods..."

Boss Zhao suddenly turned around.

On the altar, the surfaces of seven or eight statues were covered with spiderweb-like cracks!

The cracks continued to extend and deepen, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

Like pairs of eyes, they open on the surface of the statue.

In just over ten seconds, all the statues turned into cracked and defective products.

It felt as if it would shatter into pieces in the next second.

The store was deathly silent.

Boss Zhao stared, his face ashen, unable to utter a word for a long time.

The old Taoist priest was also stunned, and subconsciously took half a step back, the whisk in his hand trembling slightly.

Li Jun frowned.

What's going on?

How could a manufacturing defect be this bad?

All the statues of gods cracked together?

"No...that's impossible..."

Boss Zhao's voice trembled, his legs went weak, and he almost sat down on the ground.

He has been in this line of work for over twenty years and has handled at least eight or ten thousand statues of deities, and he has never encountered anything so strange before!

The old Taoist priest took a deep breath, stared intently at the cracked statues, and then looked at the one he had brought with him.

"Young Zhao..." his voice was hoarse, "Has your shop gotten involved with something unclean?"

"No!"

Mr. Zhao was almost in tears: "I burn incense every morning, noon, and night, and offer sacrifices on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month. I've never neglected it... Besides, I've been running this shop for decades. If something was going to happen, it would have happened long ago!"

He was talking when he suddenly stopped.

His gaze involuntarily drifted towards Li Jun.

The boy stood there, looking confused, with a "what kind of quality problem is this?" expression.

He's just an ordinary guy, a very handsome college student.

But a ridiculous thought suddenly popped into Boss Zhao's mind.

The statue of the deity could have cracked anytime, but it always happened after this kid offered incense...

As soon as the idea came to mind, even Boss Zhao himself thought it was absurd.

"Uncle Zhao?"

Li Jun felt a little uneasy under his gaze: "Are you alright?"

Boss Zhao snapped out of his daze and quickly shook his head, "No...it's nothing..."

He wiped the sweat from his brow and forced a smile, saying, "Master, Little Li, this matter... this matter is too bizarre. How about this, after I resolve the problem, I'll personally deliver the new statue up the mountain, okay?"

The old Taoist priest had lost his fighting spirit.

He felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the cracked statues.

This seems to go beyond what can be explained by a quality issue.

"Okay...okay."

The old man tugged at Li Jun: "Jun'er, let's go back first."

Li Jun nodded, then looked at Boss Zhao: "Uncle Zhao, if you need any help, you can come to the temple to find me."

"Okay, okay..."

Boss Zhao readily agreed and escorted the master and apprentice to the door.

As he walked out of the shop, the old Taoist priest looked back one last time.

Inside the shop, Boss Zhao was staring blankly at the cracked statues, his back view looking rather desolate.

"Master, what exactly happened?" Li Jun asked in a low voice.

The old Taoist priest remained silent for a while, then shook his head.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "Jun'er, don't go down the mountain alone these next few days. The temple... the temple is safe."

Li Jun was both amused and exasperated: "Master, don't scare yourself. It's probably just a problem with the process, like it got damp or the firing temperature wasn't controlled properly..."

"Then how could they all crack at the same time?"

The old Taoist priest countered with a question.

Li Jun couldn't answer.

Indeed, it's too much of a coincidence that they split open at the same time.

"Alright, let's go back first."

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and said no more.

But Li Jun could tell that his master had something on his mind.

The old man walked with a heavier gait than usual.

……

On the way back to the mountain, Li Jun's phone rang.

It's a delivery notification.

The dry ice he ordered arrived and was left at the town's collection point.

"Master, I'm going to pick up a package."

"What did you buy this time?"

"Props used for filming videos."

The old Taoist priest sighed: "You young people, you're always busy with these empty platitudes."

Despite saying that, the old man still went along.

The collection point is next to the vegetable market; it's a small supermarket.

Li Jun picked up the package, a small box.

"What's this?" the old Taoist priest asked curiously.

"Dry ice, used for special effects."

"What ice? Dry ice?"

"It's solid carbon dioxide, the kind that emits white smoke."

The old Taoist priest shook his head, indicating that he did not understand.

It was already past one o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to Qingfeng Temple.

The old Taoist priest went to the main hall to offer incense, while Li Jun began to think about filming a video.

He plans to make a video of "flying on a sword".

The method is simple: suspend the peach wood sword with fishing line, place dry ice underneath to create fog, and add special effects later.

Just do it.

Li Jun set up his phone in the yard, adjusted the angle, and started fiddling with it.

As soon as dry ice comes into contact with air, it immediately emits billowing white smoke.

The swirling clouds and mist gave it a truly ethereal feel.

He held the fishing line and carefully hoisted the peach wood sword, moving it slowly through the smoke.

Li Jun was completely focused and did not notice that his master was peeking through the door frame at the entrance of the main hall.

The old Taoist priest looked at the courtyard filled with smoke, and his apprentice fiddling with a wooden sword, his expression complex.

He sighed and shook his head.

After working for more than two hours, Li Jun finally managed to shoot some satisfactory footage.

He quickly imported the files into his computer and started editing.

Add background music, add special effects text, and adjust the color tone.

Take a preview.

In the scene, amidst swirling clouds and mist, a peach wood sword soars into the sky, slicing across the heavens.

With its grand, fantasy-themed music and the added, blurry human figures, it really does give the impression of flying on a sword.

"Done."

Li Jun nodded in satisfaction and uploaded the video to Douyin.

Title: [Introduction to Sword Flight: Have You Mastered It?]

After posting the video, he kept refreshing the comments section with nothing else to do.

soon.

"Taoist priest, you can't even fly as fast as my electric scooter."

"I suggest adding a rocket booster so we can directly ascend to the moon on a sword."

"I've learned it, but where's the sword? Where's my sword?"

A wave of teasing ensued.

Li Jun smiled and was about to reply when he suddenly saw a new message.

Fengshun: Your package has arrived in Qingshan District, Nancheng City and will be delivered soon.

"Wow, that's pretty fast."

……

the other side.

Nancheng City, Qingshan District Special Office.

When Wang Hu saw the notification on his phone that "the package has arrived at the Nancheng service branch and will be delivered soon," he suddenly jumped up from his chair.

He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a bronze complexion from years of exposure to the elements. He wore a worn-out black tactical jacket, had a stubble beard, and deep-set, bloodshot eyes.

Three days ago, his best partner died.

He died at the hands of a vicious monster, his death was extremely gruesome.

That monster is very strong, codenamed "Blood Robe," at least a C-rank, and it's still lurking in the shadows of the city.

The higher-ups are mobilizing resources in preparation for the next operation.

But Wang Hu couldn't wait. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was the image of his partner's tragic death. It felt like a fire was burning in his chest, making his internal organs ache.

Last night, he was in a bad mood and almost inexplicably entered a Taoist priest's live stream. He saw the priest selling peach wood swords and talking nonsense about "cutting down ghosts with one sword without them making a sound".

Normally, he would have scoffed and called him a liar.

But at that moment, for some reason, he accidentally placed an order.

Ninety-nine yuan bought me a psychological comfort that may be completely useless.

He knew it was stupid.

The Night Watch does possess magical artifacts, but those are either heirlooms or meticulously crafted using special methods and materials.

Each item is registered and extremely precious. How could anyone possibly put it online for sale at 99 yuan with free shipping?

But he bought it anyway, like a drowning man grabbing at anything he could reach.

after all……

What if it actually works!