A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

"Chen Bufan of the Chen family."

"Come and ask the Xuanmen (mysterious sect)."

"Excuse me."

"Who is the traitor?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wenxuan Hall fell silent.

Dozens of Xuanmen masters looked at Chen Bufan at the same time.

Someone frowned.

Some people sneered.

Someone's eyes darted around.

Some people lowered their heads and drank their tea, as if they hadn't heard anything.

In the very center of the main hall, incense smoke slowly rose.

The Tai Chi symbol hangs high above.

The plaque below that read "Orthodox Xuanmen" weighed heavily on one's mind.

Lin Wanqing stood half a step behind Chen Bufan, her gaze sweeping across the hall.

She is not a member of the Taoist sect.

But she could sense that this place was more oppressive than the charity gala of the Changsheng Foundation.

It's a mix of capital, medicine, and sorcery.

Here, a group of people cloaked in the guise of "righteousness" are using rules to oppress others.

The white-haired old man sitting on the left side of the long table slowly raised his eyes.

He was wearing a white Tang suit.

Her hair was neatly combed.

She wore a string of sandalwood beads on her wrist.

Her face was thin, but her eyes were very bright.

Someone whispered nearby:

"Vice President Bai."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

Vice President of the Xuanmen Association.

White crane.

Bai Yunhe put down his teacup, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Chen Bufan".

"The moment you walked in, you asked the Xuanmen sect who the traitor was."

"Is this the rule the Chen family taught you?"

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"The first rule of the Chen family is not to show any respect to those who want to kill."

The atmosphere inside the hall suddenly turned cold.

The expressions of the young disciples changed.

"presumptuous!"

"How dare you speak to Vice President Bai like that?"

"This is the Xuanmen Association, not your live stream!"

Bai Yunhe raised his hand.

The disciples immediately shut up.

He looked at Chen Bufan, his face showing no anger, but rather a hint of disappointment, like an elder looking at a junior.

"It's a good thing for young people to have ambition."

"But excessive sharpness becomes aggression."

"Your recent actions have been heard by all the sects of Xuanmen."

Chen Bufan remained silent.

Bai Yunhe continued:

"You'll be executed live on stream."

"Publicly revealing heavenly secrets."

"Using police cases to generate traffic."

"Using esoteric arts to create social panic."

"Disrupting industry rules."

"To mislead outsiders into believing that all esoteric practices are evil arts."

"Chen Bufan, do you realize how many fellow practitioners have been misunderstood by the public because of your ridiculous antics?"

Someone in the main hall immediately echoed this sentiment.

"Vice President Bai is right."

"Although Xuan Qingzi made a mistake, the entire Xuanmen should not be implicated because of one person."

"Nowadays, when people mention Xuanmen (Taoist sects) online, they think of ghost marriages, life-extending practices, and murder."

"It was all thanks to his live streams."

"Young people don't know what's important and are using divine secrets as a way to gain online traffic."

"If this continues, the reputation of the Xuanmen sect will be completely ruined."

Lin Wanqing frowned as she listened.

These words sound grand and dignified.

But he didn't mention Chen Laojiu at all.

Not a single word was mentioned about the black markings on the back of the invitation.

The moment they opened their mouths, they accused Chen Bufan of breaking the rules.

Chen Bufan listened quietly.

Only after the noise in the hall gradually subsided did he look at Bai Yunhe.

"Are you done talking?"

Bai Yunhe's eyes darkened slightly.

"You don't want to explain?"

Chen Bufan said:

Why should I explain?

Bai Yunhe said calmly:

"Since you have been questioned by various sects of Taoism, you should naturally prove your innocence."

Chen Bufan smiled.

"Self-proof?"

He took a step forward.

"Xuan Qingzi set up the Seven Killings Wealth-Stealing Formation for the Qin family, resulting in the deaths of six people."

"Xuan Mingzi was involved in the business of ghost marriages for the Song family. Meng Yun and Su Man were murdered, and Xu Yao was almost married off to a dead person."

"On the third basement floor of the Changsheng Health and Wellness Hospital, there are life-destiny labels pasted above the beds of those who have passed away."

"Gu Huai'an used a fragment of the 'Life Talisman Scripture' to extend his lifespan."

"The gray-robed man from the Xuanmen Association took Chen Laojiu away."

"The back of the invitation card hides a black life pattern."

He looked at Bai Yunhe.

"Now you want me to prove my innocence?"

Bai Yunhe's expression finally turned somewhat unpleasant.

"Chen Bufan, today's discussion is to distinguish between the orthodox and heterodox schools of Taoism."

"I'm not telling you to make baseless accusations."

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"it is good."

"Then let me ask you."

Bai Yunhe squinted.

Chen Bufan's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the entire hall to hear.

"The industry rules you mentioned."

"Is this a scam to collect donations?"

"Or are they just shielding the wealthy from disaster?"

The hall fell silent instantly.

It was truly quiet.

There wasn't even the sound of teacups hitting the table anymore.

The Xuanmen masters sitting on either side had different expressions.

Someone frowned.

Some people are angry.

Some people avoided eye contact.

They're swindling money from people offering incense.

Shielding the wealthy from disaster.

These two words are like two knives; one cuts through the "righteous path" skin on the surface of the Xuanmen Association.

Chen Bufan continued:

"You charge three thousand for an ordinary person to ask for a peace charm."

"A wealthy person wants a fortune-changing arrangement; you charge three million."

"When someone asks about their marriage prospects, you say there's a calamity in their destiny that needs to be overcome."

"When someone asks about their career, you say that ancestral graves are suppressing wealth and need to be moved."

"Someone's family has encountered misfortune, and you say they are burdened by karmic debts and need to buy ritual implements."

"Are these your rules?"

Bai Yunhe said in a deep voice:

"The Xuanmen tradition has been passed down for thousands of years; how dare you slander it with a single word?"

Chen Bufan sneered.

"What about shielding the wealthy from disaster?"

"To avert bloodshed for entrepreneurs."

"To boost the popularity of celebrities."

"To settle the grievances of the wealthy."

"To alter the lifespans of the powerful and wealthy."

"Aren't these your rules too?"

Bai Yunhe's fingers gently tapped the teacup.

Several people inside the hall had already changed their expressions.

Chen Bufan glanced at them.

"Aren't you afraid that the Xuanmen sect will be misunderstood?"

"You're afraid that the Xuanmen sect will be discovered."

The atmosphere in the hall changed completely after those words were spoken.

A middle-aged man in a black robe sitting on the right sneered.

He had a square face, a short beard, and wore a string of black protective beads on his wrist.

Each bead is engraved with tiny runes.

"young people."

"Speaking too confidently will shorten your lifespan."

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man picked up his teacup.

"Chishong Temple, Yan Shouyi."

Someone whispered nearby:

"Master Yan practices the art of protective amulets."

"His lineage is most adept at warding off disasters and calamities."

"I've heard that many wealthy people have asked him for his life-protecting beads."

Upon hearing the introduction from the person next to him, Yan Shouyi's face revealed a faint hint of arrogance.

He looked at Chen Bufan.

"It is true that the Chen family were orthodox fortune tellers back then."

"But the Chen family has already lost."

"You, a junior, dare to ask questions of the Xuanmen sect based on just a few live streams?"

"Do you really think everyone here is a half-baked idiot like Xuan Qingzi?"

Chen Bufan was not angry.

He only glanced at Yan Shouyi's wrist.

The black protective beads had an oily, lustrous surface.

It seems to have a lot of spiritual energy.

However, a thin line of blood was hidden in the third bead.

It's not about protecting lives.

It's a substitute life.

Chen Bufan continued.

"You should worry about whether you'll survive past midnight tonight."

Yan Shou paused in his hand as he held the teacup.

He then let out a cold laugh.

"Take my life?"

"You dare to challenge me?"

Chen Bufan said:

"It's not a break."

"It's a reminder."

Yan Shouyi's face was gloomy.

"I have strictly adhered to the one-time cultivation of talismans for thirty years."

"This string of protective beads on my hand has saved me from three car accidents, two knife attacks, and one evil spirit."

"You're saying I won't live past midnight?"

Chen Bufan looked at him.

"Are you just bringing trouble upon yourself by shielding others from it?"

Yan Shouyi's expression changed slightly.

The changes are minimal.

But Chen Bufan saw it.

Chen Bufan continued:

"The protective bead was originally meant to protect one's life."

"Your string of beads is used to shield you from disaster by taking other people's lives."

"There is a woman's fate line in the third bead."

"She took a knife for you once."

"The sixth bead contains the lifeline of a child."

"He shielded you from a car accident once."

"The ninth bead contains an old man."

"I shielded you from the evil spirits."

"Master Yan."

"This protective bead of yours protects your body."

"Or are they eating people?"

The hall was deathly silent.

Yan Shouyi's expression changed drastically.

"Nonsense!"

He suddenly stood up, smashing the teacup on the ground.

"Chen Bufan!"

"How dare you slander my Chishong Temple?"

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"What's your hurry?"

"If you have nothing to hide, take it off and let me see."

Yan Shouyi's eyes were gloomy.

"How can the magical artifacts of the Xuanmen sect be allowed to be touched by outsiders so casually?"

Chen Bufan smiled.

"You dare not?"

Yan Shouyi, in a fit of rage, laughed instead.

"it is good."

"Since you want to see it, then you can see it."

He raised his wrist and abruptly removed the protective bead.

"All of you fellow practitioners are here today."

"If you can't see the slightest problem, then kowtow to the Xuanmen Association in public and admit your mistake."

Chen Bufan looked at the string of beads.

"What if you can tell?"

Strictly adhere to righteous and righteous words:

"Then I will apologize to you publicly."

Chen Bufan shook his head.

"not enough."

Yan Shouyi narrowed his eyes.

"So what do you want?"

Chen Bufan said:

"Hand over the method of making the protective bead."

"Also, the list of wealthy people who asked you to take the fall for them."

Yan Shouyi's face was extremely ugly.

"You're asking for it."

Chen Bufan did not speak again.

Just then, the string of black protective beads suddenly made a soft sound.

Click.

The sound was very soft.

Yet it was exceptionally clear in the quiet hall.

Yan Shouyi's anger froze.

Everyone looked at his wrist at the same time.

A thin crack appeared on the third bead.

Yan Shouyi's pupils suddenly contracted.

Click.

The sixth bead also cracked.

Followed by.

The ninth one.

The twelfth one.

Click click click.

The entire string of protective beads seemed unable to withstand something, and one bead after another cracked open.

Black pearl powder dripped from his wrist.

The color drained from Yan Shouyi's face in an instant.

Chen Bufan looked at him and yawned:

"Master Yan."

"Your debt of life."

"Looks like they've come to collect a debt."