Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

The Taoist temple was small, requiring only three incense sticks and one wish. The rules were simple: making a wish was free, fulfilling it was up to fate. But everyone who came said—something was off about this place. One person wished for a secure job with room and board, a life of comfort. Three days later, this person crashed into a lamppost while driving drunk and was sentenced to fifteen years in prison. Room and board, a secure job—everything was there. Another person knelt before the incense table, tears streaming down their face: "Please, Heavenly Master, let me become rich! I'm willing to give anything!" The next day, this person was hit by a luxury car while crossing the street, and after three days of intensive care, when they woke up—the insurance company's compensation agreement was already on their bedside. Three million eight hundred thousand, not a penny less. When the news spread, everyone went crazy. Some called him a sorcerer, some said he used evil magic, some wanted to report him and shut down the temple. But many more… secretly climbed over the wall in the middle of the night, knelt before the offering table, and tremblingly lit that one incense stick.