Chapter 606 - 300: The Daoist Master’s Return from Wandering, His Daoist Temple Demolished (Part 2)

"Hey, according to Dragon Country’s usual behavior, what you’re shown definitely isn’t the cutting-edge; if our officials release cultivators at the Qi Cultivation Stage, there could be monstrous ones at the Nascent Soul Stage."

"Boohoo, can a Nascent Soul expert please look at me? I don’t want to work hard anymore; I just want to lie flat behind my master."

"..."

The female security guard was completely shocked, immediately casting a pleading look at the male security guard.

The male security ignored her gaze, turning his head elsewhere—this tree is truly a tree, this grass is truly grass, this person is truly a person, extracting himself from the situation.

It wasn’t him who said that earlier; why should he take the heat?

Moreover, his monthly salary is only three thousand bucks; why should he risk his life?

The livestream audience burst into laughter upon seeing this scene.

"Too real, but this woman is a bit unkind, causing trouble herself and wanting to drag someone else down, pfft!"

"You can’t blame the male security guard for not saving her; who dares to stick their neck out here? You might barely stick your head out and get smacked down by the Daoist Master, with your head exploding like a watermelon."

"Guess, if the Daoist Master smacks iron like it’s tofu, what would it feel like when he smacks a person?"

"..."

The female security guard looked terrified, her voice trembling: "Daoist Master, I didn’t mean to insult you; it truly is that monks don’t need to buy tickets."

To prevent Li Daocheng from getting angry again, she quickly explained further:

"When we came to this mountain, the scenic area looked like a Daoist Temple, but inside, there’s already a group of monks living."

"If the master wore robes, we’d naturally let him in."

Li Daocheng’s face turned frighteningly dark, an invisible force suddenly erupted from his body, causing dust and dead branches around to fly in every direction.

"What did you say? Inside has been taken over by a group of monks!"

In that instant, leaves moved without wind, a piercing aura hung over everyone’s heads, everyone felt a pang of fear.

The female security guard collapsed onto a chair, on the verge of tears from fear.

With a trembling voice, she walked directly into the temple, sobbing: "Daoist Master, I swear, I’m not lying. If you don’t believe me, go ask the monks inside; they definitely know why."

Li Daocheng, without any courtesy, strode into the temple wanting to see what exactly was going on today!

Meanwhile, inside the side hall, there’s no sign of its previous ethereal elegance.

Everything’s covered in vibrant gold, incense blazing high, mist filling the air.

Inside the side hall, there were no monks chanting and fasting; instead, each had become a merchant.

Each bald monk had a stall in front of them, displaying various Buddhist items.

Everyone seemed invigorated, crazily shouting at the passing people.

"Don’t miss this one, look here, check this out, benefactor. Look, the things on this little monk’s stall were personally blessed by our previous superior; they were truly spiritual back then. Have a look."

"Benefactor, don’t underestimate these unassuming Buddhist beads; they were left by my great-master. The Buddha’s light is restrained, all essence hidden within these beads, which is why they seem unremarkable.

Don’t doubt it; come, touch them, feel the supple texture, the Buddha’s brilliance; doesn’t it instantly uplift your mood? Place these beads in your living room and guarantee your family will be disease-free, live a long life!"

"Benefactor, rest assured, I am a monk; I wouldn’t deceive you! Haven’t you heard? Those who renounce the world don’t speak falsehoods. Let me tell you, if I lie, I’ll compensate you tenfold!"

"..."

Behind the stalls, two monks hold ledgers, carefully recording the year, month, day, and time, who sold what, at what price, and the share of profits.

After entering the temple, Li Daocheng moved nimbly, quickly gliding.

If not for fear of scaring others, he could almost reach Sanqing Hall in the blink of an eye.

But such speed, in common eyes, only exists in novels, near and far mere words.

In the blink of an eye, Li Daocheng disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Wow!

The livestream audience erupted in astonishment.

"Goodness! Is this even human anymore? This speed rivals an African cheetah at full sprint!"

"Buddy, I think you can be bolder; take a closer look. The Daoist Master didn’t even sprint, not even jogged, just took two easy steps and vanished."

"Oh my goodness, I thought the official video was fast-forwarded. Seeing this, the truth is it was in slow-motion."

"No way, streamer, why are you dawdling? Hurry up and follow!"

"..."

Xiaolitou watched Li Daocheng’s departing figure, stunned in place.

Among the onsite audience, if anyone was most affected, it would be him.

It’s like coming home and suddenly hearing your parents say, the guy next door, Uncle Wang, who often comes to drink in our house, won twenty million in the lottery!

With reminders from the livestream audience and fellow travelers, he finally snapped out of it.

Picking up the livestream equipment, he headed toward the temple but was stopped by the male security guard.

"Buy a ticket, buy a ticket before entering."

"..."

To speak truthfully, never had anyone felt such immense hatred toward a fee-charging scenic spot!

On the way, looking at the still somewhat familiar temple, his agitated heart gradually calmed.

After all, he spent his life cultivating, one should maintain composure!

If the temple was stolen, so be it; he could just take it back!

But arriving at a side hall, and upon knocking, he almost couldn’t hold it together.

"Oh, for crying out loud, friggin’ pests they all are!"

"They not only replaced the doors and windows of purple sandalwood in this side hall, but the beams and pillars were thousand-year-old sandalwood!"

Li Daocheng stepped forward to knock, almost fainting from rage: "Damn bastards, cement pillars for my sandalwood, don’t let me find out who you are or I’ll curse you!"

Xiaolitou caught up and looked at the originally antique temple, shocked by its transformation.

But the livestream viewers remained seemingly unsurprised.

"Judging by the architectural style, it might have been built in the late Song or early Yuan dynasty. If it was from then, the old Daoist Master wasn’t joking; the beams could truly be thousand-year sandalwood."

"Whoa! That’s clearly a heritage site! Who’s so audacious, even daring to touch this, and isn’t rushing to return it?"

"Haha, why say you’re young? They aim for this temple, ostensibly to revive Daoist culture, perhaps just for precious wood."

"Now it’s maybe transformed into beads, handed beside leaders, either chairs or beads; I’d say beads, it’s more profitable, gifting leaders suits too."

"Wow, replacing thousand-year sandalwood with cement pillars, truly impressive, a vivid example of swapping the beams!"

"..."

Li Daocheng glanced aside, almost fainting again.

Just inside the entrance, to the left, stands a transparent Merit Box.

The Merit Incense is about half a meter tall, with a slogan:

Donate in this life, accumulate dark virtue.

At this moment, the bottom of the Merit Incense was covered in a thick layer of cash; one or five yuan bills were invisible; there were few blues and greens, mostly hundred red banknotes.

And considering people now going out without cash, the Merit Box thoughtfully attached QR codes, for various platforms, abundant options.

"Damn it, truly a disgrace to cultivators, friggin’ dammit!"

The livestream audience burst into laughter hearing this.

"Hahahaha, first time seeing a Daoist Master so defenseless, from entering till now, no matter how many mothers they have, they’ve all been cursed!"

"But seriously, what they did is truly disgusting; if I were in his place, I’d curse worse, a hundred times worse!"

"Streamer, stop being dazed; hurry up! The Daoist Master’s been cursing all the way without drinking water; buy him some to soothe his throat, I’ll gift you a sports car."

"..."

Despite it all, if Li Daocheng could maintain composure till now, once he reached Sanqing Hall, all composure was gone!

"Friggin’ dammit! Where’s the statue of the Three Pristine Ancestral Masters!!!"