One divination a day, a trainee celestial master

Watching the couple hurry down the steps of the Taoist temple, Jiang Shou turned around and prepared to go to the backyard to cook.

"Judging from their appearance, these two will definitely be tormented by that filthy thing again in less than three days." Jiang Shou said, touching the Suihan Token in his arms as he walked.

The wooden sign was still cold.

"It seems the matter of saving the old lady at the hospital isn't settled yet," Jiang Shou muttered. "I guess we'll have to wait until Wang Daqiang gets out of detention, or until the matter is completely resolved. Oh well, let it be. Anyway, I'm a millionaire now, so what's a little bit of good karma?"

Just as Jiang Shou was about to step through the moon gate in the backyard.

Thanks to his abnormally enhanced hearing after being modified by the "Guardian of Oneness" method, a hushed conversation drifted clearly into Jiang Shou's ears on the mountain breeze outside the Taoist temple.

It was the same middle-aged couple from before. They had now reached the vicinity of the Halfway Pavilion.

"Sigh, what a wasted trip! We were just grasping at straws in our desperation. I thought that fortune teller Jiang was some kind of expert, but it turns out he's long gone." The man's voice was filled with frustration and disappointment. "Look at that young man from earlier, he's barely grown up, yet he's spouting all that mystical nonsense. Consider that three hundred yuan as an offering to the old fortune teller."

"That's right, this young man really doesn't seem reliable. With Jiang Banxian gone, the Shouyi Temple has completely lost its lineage." The woman's voice followed, "Old Lin, don't worry. I talked to my second aunt on the phone yesterday, and she recommended someone to me."

"Who is it? Another charlatan from who-knows-where?"

"It's not some quack! My second aunt said he's a really powerful exorcist who's incredibly popular online! Not only does he look like a celestial being, wearing a professional robe, but he also livestreams exorcising evil spirits on some platform every day! He's super popular, with tens of thousands of fans! The top fan on the leaderboard sends him rockets every day!" The woman's voice was filled with blind trust.

"Live-streaming an exorcism? Is that... reliable?" The man's tone was somewhat hesitant.

"How could it be unreliable! He has tens of thousands of fans watching, how could he fake it? I've seen the video his aunt sent me, the ritual implements he's holding and the incantations he's chanting are way more professional than that young man who wasn't even wearing a Taoist robe!"

The woman declared confidently, "Once we get back to the car and down the mountain, I'll call my second aunt and ask her to make a connection. We'll spend a fortune to bring this livestreaming exorcist to our villa! I refuse to believe he can't cure that female ghost!"

Inside the main hall of Shouyi Temple.

Jiang Shou froze on the spot, his face darkening as he listened to the conversation carried on the wind.

"..."

"A high-profile influencer with tens of thousands of followers and an air of otherworldly wisdom?"

Jiang Shou's lips twitched involuntarily; he felt as if his worldview had been subjected to a dimensional reduction attack.

"Live streaming...exorcising evil spirits?! Driving away ghosts?!"

Jiang Shou looked up at the clay statue of the Three Pure Ones, speechless with emotion.

"My ancestor, has the cultivation world really gotten this messed up?" Jiang Shou complained helplessly. "Not only do we have to catch ghosts, but we also have to worry about camera angles and lighting? And while catching ghosts, we have to shout 'Thank you to the top donor for the carnival'? When we encounter a vengeful ghost, does it need to cooperate with us for a live-streamed PK?!"

These days, all sorts of monsters and demons dare to come out and fleece people. Those who truly have a lineage in Taoism, which one of them doesn't abide by the rules and act discreetly, for fear of getting involved in karma they shouldn't?

How could anyone dare to go live online and provoke such evil spirits in front of a huge audience? This person is either a shameless charlatan who has no bottom line when it comes to traffic, or a crazy person who has a death wish!

"Ignorance is bliss."

Jiang Shou shook his head and glanced at the direction of the Half-Mountain Pavilion with some sympathy.

The intense malevolent aura emanating from that Mr. and Mrs. Lin meant they were definitely powerful ghosts. Those online "live-streaming exorcists" who use fluorescent powder and prop swords to act like ghosts—if you actually went to them, you probably wouldn't even know how you died.

"Forget it, you can't reason with a damned fool. Anyway, I've already given you the life-saving talisman. If you really get tricked by that 'immortal' fake celestial master, don't blame me for not warning you."

Jiang Shou stretched out a big yawn, completely forgetting about the matter.

"Never mind that! Time to cook! Today, this millionaire is going to show off my culinary skills and make a seafood feast for Fat Tiger!"

……

In the kitchen in the backyard.

"Sizzle..."

As the drained tiger prawns were added to the wok, the hot oil began to bubble violently. Jiang Shou exerted force with his wrist, quickly stirring the prawns in the wok with the iron ladle, and the prawns' green shells turned an enticing bright red at a visible speed.

Next, Jiang Shou grabbed a handful of chopped green and red peppers and minced garlic and sprinkled them in, finally sprinkling on the essential salt and pepper powder.

Once the heat was right, the wok was vigorously tossed around a few times over high heat.

An intensely rich aroma of caramelized garlic mixed with the sweetness of seafood instantly filled the entire backyard of the Taoist temple.

At this moment, in the backyard pavilion.

Fat Tiger sat upright on the old square wooden table. His usual aloof demeanor had long been washed away by the lively atmosphere.

It stared intently at the direction of the kitchen, its pink nose twitching rapidly. Its amber cat eyes were wide open, their pupils bobbing up and down with Jiang Shou's movements as he tossed the wok. In the dim light of the pavilion, a suspicious, crystalline glint flickered at the corner of Fat Tiger's mouth.

"Gurgle..."

Fat Tiger swallowed hard, inwardly recalling with resentment the days he spent living with Grandpa Jiang Shou: "When the old man was around, what a miserable life I led! Boiled vegetables every day, only a little bit of meat once every ten days or so. He even had to hide from me when buying a meat bun. This kid is so much more considerate, knowing to be respectful to his elders!"

"Little glutton, wait a little longer, don't rush."

Jiang Shou ladled the stir-fried salt and pepper shrimp into a plate, then smiled and reassured those outside.

Next, he took out the thick-cut salmon that had been chilled in ice water. Holding the sharp cleaver, the blade was slightly tilted. The sliced ​​fish was neither too thin nor too thick, displaying a beautiful orange-red color, with clear and even white marbling in the middle.

I found a small dish, squeezed on a tube of green horseradish mustard, poured in a little soy sauce, and stirred it well.

Jiang Shou carried two large plates out of the kitchen and sat down in the pavilion.

Seeing the somewhat impatient Fat Tiger across from him, its tail constantly slapping the table, Jiang Shou smiled and took its special shallow bowl and plate, directly scooping half of the salt and pepper shrimp over to it.

With a wave of his hand, he announced, "Dinner is served!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Fat Tiger pounced on him without any hesitation.

It eats shrimp like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, skipping even the tedious step of peeling. It chews the crispy shell and the oily shrimp brain together with a "crunch crunch" sound, then swallows them whole.

In no time at all, Fat Tiger had devoured all the shrimp in his plate. Still not satisfied, he stuck out his tongue and licked the bottom of the plate clean, leaving it shiny and clean of any remaining bits of green and red pepper and salt.

After licking his plate clean, Fat Tiger looked up, his eyes fixed intently on the plate of incredibly tempting salmon sashimi in the center of the table.

"Want to eat this? It only has soul if you dip it in sauce."

Jiang Shou smiled, picked up his chopsticks, took a slice of salmon, dipped it lightly in the wasabi soy sauce dish, and handed it to Pang Hu.

"Eat."

Fat Tiger snatched the piece of fish in his mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, the rich, unique texture of the salmon melted in his mouth, followed by a sudden burst of the peculiar, spicy flavor of wasabi that shot straight to the top of his head.

"Achoo!"

Fat Tiger was suddenly hit with a loud sneeze and shook his head. But then his eyes lit up, and instead of resisting, he smacked his lips, clearly enjoying the strange and stimulating flavor.

Seeing this, Jiang Shou continued to use his chopsticks to slowly and methodically feed the fish with sauce. He also occasionally peeled a salt and pepper shrimp and popped it into his mouth, taking a sip of cool tea, enjoying his meal immensely.

After finishing a few slices of salmon, Fat Tiger looked at Jiang Shou's slow movements and seemed to think that he was feeding him too slowly.

It remained seated on the edge of the table, its right front paw slightly raised, gently waving towards the plate of salmon.

next second.

A piece of salmon on the plate suddenly floated up into the air without any warning!

The piece of fish wobbled through the air and flew towards the soy sauce dish next to it, dipping itself precisely in the sauce before turning and floating straight into Fat Tiger's wide-open mouth.

Fat Tiger took a bite and chewed it with satisfaction.

"???"