The livestream room is not far from the Prayer Hall.
If you listen carefully, you can even hear the wishes made by the incense burners.
Around the incense burner, a couple of incense burners make wishes sincerely.
Most people seek wealth, or ask for the health of their family, but few shamelessly beg for romance.
However...
An aunt's quiet wish immediately caught the attention of many online friends.
"Please, Ancestor, my wish is quite simple, you must bless me."
"I'm an ordinary rural woman, my man is not enough in that aspect, I'm also a woman, I have needs!"
"I initially thought of finding someone online whose soul would match mine, but how can one control their hormones?"
"With Tomb Sweeping Day here, they're all coming to find me tomorrow, I... I can't handle it..."
In an instant, the aunt's wish ignited the comments in the livestream room.
"Seven?? Seven!!! Grandpa Calabash Brothers in reality—Auntie and her seven wild puppy boys?"
"Oh my, this... Auntie, you don't look youthful anymore, how can they manage this? They must be really hungry, willing to eat anything..."
"I don't understand, I'm so confused."
Simultaneously dating seven men online?
As a rural aunt?
Who would believe this story?
The online friends in the livestream room grew more and more shocked as they listened.
"Luckily, today's college students are so easy to deceive, I told them I am my eldest daughter's mom, and there's a village tradition where mothers must try before their daughters..."
"I was embarrassed by this story myself, but who would've thought they all believed it."
"Please bless me, may tomorrow their parents stop them, may their cars break down halfway, please... please not let all of them come, at most four..."
The room was happy and lively, yet no one noticed that Ning An had quietly disappeared by this point.
Meanwhile.
At Z City's combat command center.
Ma Baoguo, upon night arrival after scolding his old subordinates, felt much better and asked:
"What's the situation with that Changchun Temple Xiaofu mentioned, is it clear from the investigation?"
"It's underway, based on online information, our people are verifying."
"Verifying... Hmph! It's just a metaphysics temple, if it wasn't for Elder An going, I'd say forget about the investigation!"
Ma Baoguo tapped his cane, but couldn't help but ask:
"And that little team of Wang Shaohua, can they handle it?"
"No worries, old leader, they are the most experienced action team in our city, there shouldn't be any problem."
Ma Baoguo glanced at his watch, silently calculating the time:
"In at most two hours, Elder An should be setting off."
"Once the investigation is done, make sure there are no unauthorized people at the site, that's an order!"
"Understood, they absolutely won't..."
Thump thump thump!
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.
The staff responsible for monitoring the position of the covert officers arrives in quick strides, salutes, then reports:
"Report! Captain Wang's position at Changchun Temple hasn't given updates for fifteen minutes, please advise!"
Fifteen minutes?
Ding Yizhen's face instantly darkens and says, "Alright, acknowledged, stand by."
"Yes!"
"It seems your action team here is indeed rich in experience, huh."
"Old leader, the situation has changed, I will contact other team members now, and go to the site personally."
Ding Yizhen wears a serious face, completely devoid of the initial playful demeanor.
Ma Baoguo contemplates, then says:
"Forget it, Elder An doesn't prefer to inconvenience others for his sake, just send a few more people to maintain order."
"Old leader, my anti-terrorism team is ready at all times..."
Ding Yizhen hasn't even reached out before being hit hard.
"Damn it! You're supposed to maintain order, not to rescue hostages! Get out!"
...
Wang Shaohua wakes up slowly, feeling pain in his stiff neck.
He looks around; it seems like a storeroom in the temple, with piles of dust-covered firewood that hasn't been used in ages.
"Awake? Sorry, it's my first time hitting someone's neck, inevitably heavy-handed, forgive me."
A lively voice comes, it's the recently popular Little Daoist Ning An.
"Little Daoist, what do you mean by this?"
Though Wang Shaohua appears afraid, he is actually calm inside, cautiously scanning around for any possible escape routes.
"Don't bother looking, as long as I'm here, you can't get out."
Ning An chuckles, fetching a wooden stool from the door, sitting next to him.
"What's the matter, don't believe me? Want to give it a try? Just as well, I could use some stretching."
Seeing the eager look on the Daoist Master's face, Wang Shaohua experiences a sudden sense of defeat.
He's an experienced veteran policeman, trained in combat for years, even able to withstand several moves from the country's top special forces.
But against this harmless-looking Little Daoist, he couldn't even tell how close he got until he was knocked out!
Only when he was struck did he notice the ghost-like figure behind him.
Is this really a Daoist Master?
Are they all covertly practicing immortality?
Ning An clears his throat and asks, "Your surname?"
"..."
Wang Shaohua keeps his mouth closed, saying nothing.
Ning An smiles, leaning forward, saying: "Undercover?"
Wang Shaohua sits up, holds a stern face, and replies:
"Yes."
Ning An crosses his legs, raises his eyebrow:
"Really?"
"Our Changchun Temple has never stirred trouble, if laymen wish to visit, they are welcome to do so openly. Why pretend to be incense burners, sneaking around?"
Captain Wang's face turns red instantly.
He wasn't enthusiastic about sneaking around either.
Blame it on Changchun Temple's mysterious reputation.
Which decent unit would dare not to probe thoroughly before letting academics enter and offer incense?
"I have an important mission, please..."
Before he can finish, Ning An abruptly stands, eyes sparkling, then says helplessly:
"Someone sneaked over again, I'll step out."
In no time, only Captain Wang remains inside.
Captain Wang rejoices, knowing his team must be tracking his location to rescue him!
"This temple truly is peculiar, an ordinary Daoist Master moving like a ghost, ridiculous..."
"Ah! Ah!"
With two cries of pain, Wang Shaohua's expression freezes.
No one understands his team's voice better than him!
"These two, do you know them?"
"I... I know."
Ning An lays the muscular men he holds down on the bed, then pinches their noses.
"It hurts!"
The two who were unconscious suddenly wake, wanting to struggle, but find the opponent even stronger.
"Don't move, it'll hurt more if you do."
Seeing the three of them look at him like he's a ghost, Ning An explains helplessly:
"Little Daoist with divine power, practicing since childhood, does that make sense?"
This explanation should be easier to accept than claiming he practices immortal arts, right?
The disdain in their eyes practically spews to the heavens, with Captain Wang coolly speaking:
"You think this is a fantasy world? Those with divine power are in national teams training for weightlifting!"
Moreover.
What kind of good person with innate divine power subdues two strong men like squeezing ants!