Chapter 142: Chapter 128: This Can’t Be Right... You Want Me to Burn Incense to the God of Misfortune Shen Gongbao? (2)

Ning An suddenly understood and then turned around, expressing regret, "You have indeed paid up your bet and can offer incense at Changchun Temple, but..."

Pointing at the black characters on the white paper on the wall, Ning An smiled with his eyes, "The rules of my Changchun Temple are like this; you have to follow the rules, right?"

"Fuck!"

Han Xiuxian cursed under his breath, unable to contain his anger.

He had been so proactive this time, even bringing all the information he had, just to get exempt from the so-called rules.

All of a sudden.

Not only did Han Xiuxian become furious and embarrassed, but even the Koreans who were cursing him just turned around and started swearing.

"Although he is no longer one of us from Korea, he can’t be subjected to this humiliation!"

"Han Xiuxian! I’m going to skip the fact that you sold out the country, but if you dare to disgrace Korea’s backbone, I swear I’ll hunt you down for life!"

"Aish! Absolutely cannot agree, absolutely not!"

The Dragon Country netizens watching this scene found their snacks even tastier.

"Hahahahaha, I’m dying of laughter, seeing these dogs eat dogs makes me happy."

"Hey, how do they have the nerve to talk about moral backbone? Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Shameless! Han Xiuxian isn’t even part of your Korea anymore, so why are you meddling? What business is it of yours?"

...

Seeing Han Xiuxian suddenly fall silent, Ning An spoke softly, "Chairman Han, if you’re unwilling to follow the rules, then you can go back."

"Or, you can go somewhere else. I believe our Dragon Country is vast and rich; surely there is a place where you can offer incense."

The attitude was sincere, devoid of even a hint of irony.

Yet the surge of bitter pain forced Han Xiuxian’s face down.

After a stalemate of about a cup of tea, he raised his head, and spoke hatefully, word by word, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do! I am willing to follow the rules of Changchun Temple!"

Did he have any option?

He tried so hard, tried all kinds of treatments.

But none were effective.

Only Changchun Temple, with an example like An Ruolin and various evidences.

If there really is a place that can save him, it must be Changchun Temple.

Never mind three bows and nine kowtows, even if he had to replicate Old Eight’s method right there.

He would do it without hesitation.

For money, people can do anything.

To survive, even more, he can do anything!

After that, he directly drove down the hill, and Ning An also jumped onto a pickup truck to follow along.

The gentle breeze brushed against Han Xiuxian’s face, stinging.

After taking three slow steps, he knelt down.

At that moment.

The anger, hatred, and liberation were all crazily surging in his heart.

Finally, it turned into numbness, starting the route of bowing every three steps and kneeling every nine.

Seeing this, Dragon Country netizens began to screenshot and screen record.

"Three steps for a bow, nine steps for a kneeling, I thought only ascetic monks did this."

"It’s clear his survival drive is strong, strong enough to abandon his dignity."

"Now, I just feel exhilarated, completely thrilled!"

Unlike the bustling Dragon Country netizens, the Korean trolls were now madly shaking their heads.

"You’re done for, you’re done for, you’re insulting our great Korea race, trampling our backbone underfoot, ah ah ah!"

"Don’t let me know where you’ll go next, I’ll definitely make sure to finish you, finish you!"

"You are the greatest traitor for all time in Korea, like Qin Hui, why don’t you just die..."

Han Xiuxian couldn’t see these comments.

Even if he did see them.

So what?

Han Xiuxian couldn’t even save his own life, so why care about the so-called backbone of Korea?

Don’t be ridiculous.

That’s just what their upper class used to deceive and brainwash those naive ones.

As long as those with money wish, they can easily create a new spirit of harmony anytime.

As time passed, Han Xiuxian gradually adapted to the behavior.

Walking faster and becoming more adept at bowing.

A kind of liberation mixed in.

Each bow of Han Xiuxian deepened the blackness on the faces of Koreans.

This was pressing Korea into the ground to rub.

And without any safety measures!

Ning An said nothing, merely calmly recording everything.

After who knows how long, they finally returned to the gate of the Daoist Temple.

Supported by his secretary, Han Xiuxian stood up shakily, asking, "Daoist Ning, can I offer incense now?"

Ning An made a gesture of invitation, "Changchun Temple welcomes international friends who respect the rules."

Then turned around, and took big strides to lead the way.

Leaning the weight on the secretary, Han Xiuxian limped along into the Daoist Temple.

He had lived a whole life, this was the first time he suffered such great humiliation.

But to keep living, he endured!

Meanwhile, the netizens in the live stream witnessed the whole process.

"Really ruthless, always hearing people say, many can do anything for money, now it seems that the temptation of life cannot be refused by anyone!"

"Seriously bowing every three steps, kneeling every nine, even at his old age, it’s a shame, if it were over at the Western Lamas, a fine seedling for sure."

"Hey, anyway I’m finding it so satisfying to watch, he’s bowing with such zest!"

...

No matter the uproar on the internet, Ning An already brought Han Xiuxian to the incense burner.

Yet unlike previous incense burners, Ning An didn’t stop there.

Instead, he went straight to the Prayer Hall.

The netizens in the live stream discovered this too.

"Huh? Something’s off; Brother Sect Leader has walked past; come back."

"Yeah, the usual procedure is to offer incense at the burner first, then go into the Prayer Hall to express wishes to the divine spirits, right?"

"I don’t know, unless they’ll skip this step?"

The netizens puzzled over, unable to figure it out.

Even Han Xiuxian couldn’t help but weakly asked, "Daoist Ning, have we gone too far, shouldn’t we offer incense first?"

Before coming to Changchun Temple, he did all his homework.

Naturally knowing that to make a wish, one must offer incense here first, then enter the hall to make a wish.

Now, having passed by the incense burner, Ning An’s face gave no pause, prompting Han Xiuxian to ask.

Upon hearing Han Xiuxian’s question, Ning An stopped, smilingly replied:

"Layman, the gods we venerate here are all our sect’s ancestral masters."

"They protect those who are authentic Dragon Country people, if you offer incense here, not only they won’t protect you, but might consider their descendants to be in decline, directly stop appearing."

Upon hearing this, Han Xiuxian was somewhat dumbfounded, stunned, "Then how do I offer incense and make a wish?"

Ning An chuckled, "Don’t worry, I’ve got it prepared long ago, come with me."

After entering the Prayer Hall.

Ning An didn’t go directly to the Ancestral Master Statue, going instead in another direction.

There a table was set, with a black statue venerated on it.

The statue’s mount held three black incense sticks in its mouth.

Facing this never-seen-before statue, not only was Han Xiuxian stunned, even the knowledgeable netizens were bewildered.

"Which deity is this? Never seen it before."

"Nonsense, Daoist Ning already stated that the gods here wouldn’t accept incense from Han Xiuxian, isn’t it natural to seek another deity?"

"That logic checks out, but why haven’t I any memory of this deity? Does anyone recognize it?"

"Never seen, completely unknown..."

Always cautious, Han Xiuxian examined the statue closely, feeling a chill creeping up.

This god, is he legit?

Eyeing Ning An, Han Xiuxian carefully measured his words, struggling to say, "Daoist Ning, why do I feel this deity seems somewhat unusual?"

Unusual indeed!

Three layers of buffs stacked, the resentment almost materializing, as long as one’s not naturally peculiar, the discomfort could be sensed.

Ning An held back a smile, solemnly explained:

"Don’t underestimate this god for not standing out; if we truly rank by cultivation level, our sect’s Ancestral Master wouldn’t universally top him."

Gazing at the divine image, Han Xiuxian couldn’t help but swallow, feeling uneasy.

He turned his head, showing a hard expression, "Daoist Ning, may I know this god’s honored name?"

"Hehe, it’s East Sea Water Dividing General, Shen Gongbao."