Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 38: The female sea king with millions of fans challenges the live stream, and then makes a "death wish" to the Taoist temple!

"Niannian, how many fans do you have now?" Tangtang asked with a smile, her tone as if she were concerned about an old friend.

Su Nian finally spoke.

"Four hundred and eighty thousand."

The sound was very flat.

"Oh, 480,000 is pretty good too."

Tangtang twirled a strand of hair with her finger and said casually.

"I remember you've been doing restaurant reviews for several years now, right? Four hundred and eighty thousand — Hmm, take it slow, no rush."

The toxicity of this statement lies not in its literal meaning.

And that "um" and that pause.

In that pause, the distance between "480,000" and "16 million" was silently magnified ten thousandfold.

Someone typed a line in the comments:

[This woman's words are disgusting—she's clearly putting someone down, but it sounds like she's praising them.]

Su Nian's expression didn't change much.

But he gripped the broom even tighter.

Tangtang shifted her gaze from Su Nian to Qin Du.

She tilted her head and sized up the young man who was wearing an old Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged in a grand chair.

Then her eyes lit up.

"Are you that Taoist priest?"

Qin Du held his teacup and did not get up.

"Um.

""

Tangtang entered the main hall.

The sound of high heels clicking on the stone slabs echoed in the empty hall.

She walked half a circle around Qin Du's chair, as if she were selecting an item.

Then she stopped in front of Qin Du.

Bending slightly over.

One hand rests on the edge of the offering table.

The fabric at the neckline naturally drooped down due to the bending motion.

"Wow, he's quite handsome, Master."

She smiled.

That smile was honed through a thousand live streams, a "secret weapon" that could instantly boost male viewers' morale.

Charming.

But it's not a natural allure.

It is a kind of flattery that is calculated and purposeful.

Qin Du raised his eyelids.

I glanced at her.

Just one glance.

Then he lowered his head and continued drinking his tea.

"What kind of tea is in your cup? It smells so good."

"Gao Mo. Fifteen yuan a pound."

""

Tangtang's smile froze for half a second.

She wasn't used to the other person's reaction after she struck a pose being alluring, which was to then introduce the price of the tea.

But she quickly recovered.

Having been an internet celebrity for so many years, my thick skin and quick reflexes are top-notch.

She changed her strategy.

He was facing his own live stream camera directly.

"Family members, look at this Taoist priest, isn't he quite handsome? No wonder Niannian is willing to clean here, it turns out he's a '6'..."

She drew out an extremely ambiguous long note.

"Being in a good position gives you an advantage."

As soon as these words were spoken—

The chat in Tangtang's live stream exploded instantly.

Her fans, like sharks smelling blood, excitedly began spamming the chat: "[Hahaha, that seems to be it! Could Su Nian have fallen for this Taoist priest?]"

[It seems really strange that a food blogger would work as a cleaner in a Taoist temple.]

[Turns out she went to a temple because she was a fan of her idol; her love-struck mind is truly something else.]

Su Nian's face paled for a moment.

It's not because I'm called "love-obsessed".

It's because Tangtang used the exact same method as she did two years ago.

Let's start by setting the tone with a seemingly harmless "joke".

Then let the fans spread the word, amplify it, and launch attacks.

When public opinion gets out of control, she will then come out and say, "I was just joking, please don't overinterpret it."

The stab was done by a fan.

But the hilt of the knife was in her hand.

Two years ago, Xiaolu was forced to quit the internet in the same way.

Su Nian took a deep breath.

She was about to say, "That's enough."

A soft sound.

It came from the direction of the armchair.

Tangtang turned her head.

Qin Du placed the enamel mug on the table.

"Thump."

The sound wasn't loud.

But everyone in the main hall fell silent.

Qin Du walked up to Tangtang.

He is half a head taller than Tangtang.

Even though Tangtang was wearing 10-centimeter high heels.

He looked down at her.

His gaze was calm.

The calmness made Tangtang inexplicably take a half step back.

"Miss."

Qin Du's tone was extremely gentle.

It was so gentle that it sent chills down your spine.

"You can say whatever you want in your live stream."

"But in my Taoist temple"

He tilted his head slightly.

The gaze shifted from Tangtang to the photography team behind her.

They then moved from the photography team to the four cars parked at the entrance.

Finally, the camera moved back to Tangtang's face, which was so exquisite that every pore looked fake.

"Don't speak ill of my people."

The three words: "my people".

It was said very softly.

But Su Nian heard it.

She loosened her grip on the broom.

Tangtang smiled at the camera.

"Oh, Master, don't misunderstand, I was just joking."

She took a step back, increasing the distance between herself and Qin Du.

Then her eyes darted around.

A smile returned to his face.

But this time the laughter—

There's an extra layer.

A layer of light that says, "I'm about to cause trouble."

Qin Du saw that layer of light.

He didn't stop him.

Some people, you can't stop them.

Like some moths, if you put out the fire, they will go find another group on their own.

After taking a step back, Tangtang quickly adjusted her strategy.

She stopped confronting Qin Du directly.

The "oppressive feeling" she experienced just now made her instinctively choose to avoid it.

Although her mind told her it was just psychological, her body was more honest than her mind.

But it's okay.

Her purpose in coming here today was never to argue with a man in a tattered Taoist robe.

What she wants is traffic.

Huge traffic volume.

The fastest way to gain traffic is not by arguing, but by creating events.

Tangtang turned to face her live stream camera and said in a feignedly innocent tone, "Oh dear, the Celestial Master seems a little unhappy. Well, Tangtang won't make a fuss then."

She blinked her big eyes, which had undergone full-incision double eyelid surgery.

"But "6"

"Since we're already here..."

She mimicked the tone Qin Du used when persuading Liu Haizhu.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

She turned to look at Qin Du.

"Master, didn't you say that making a wish is free? Three sticks of incense, one wish. Anyone can make a wish."

"Right?"

Qin Du returned to his armchair and sat down.

He picked up the teacup.

"right."

"May I ask?"

"You may grant your wish. The rules are on the stone tablet; see for yourself."

Tangtang smiled.

This is exactly what she wanted.

She had already prepared the script before she came.

Make a wish.

Whether it works or not—

It worked! She became "the first blogger on the entire internet to have her wish granted at Qingyun Temple, with tens of millions of followers," and her online traffic skyrocketed.

If that doesn't work, she'll expose Qingyun Temple as fake, instantly establishing her "anti-fraud" persona and continuing to rake in the traffic.

No matter how you look at it, you're winning.

As for the cost?

Oh.

She doesn't believe in that.

She only believes in traffic.

Tangtang walked to the offering table.

Her assistant tactfully handed her a limited-edition Zippo lighter. It wasn't the same model as the one Qian Meihua had used last time, but it was also studded with diamonds.

Tangtang took three incense sticks from the drawer herself.

His movements were a bit more refined than Qian Meihua's; at least he knew how to hold the incense stick.

It's not because she knows the rules.

It was because she had searched for "the correct way to burn incense" on social media beforehand and studied it for forty minutes.

For the sake of the live stream effect.

The lighter clicked.

The flame flickered twice.

The three incense sticks lit up.

Tangtang held the incense stick up to her chest.

The composition of this shot was perfect in her live stream—

White dress, long hair, candlelight, smoke, and an ancient statue in the background.

Her photographer even secretly turned on a soft lighting to make the whole picture look like a professionally retouched magazine cover.