Aunt Chen is back from the world of cultivation

After Rong Niang finished speaking, she waved her hand and ordered:

"Take it down."

Pei Xuan wanted to shout more, but a guard quickly covered his mouth and took him away easily.

Looking at their receding figures, Rong Niang breathed a sigh of relief and then went back to do what she should do.

Judging from the time, the team of about 500 people should have finished burning incense and offering sacrifices. According to the original rules, they can now draw lots for fortune.

This was something my mother had decided long ago, and it would be a benefit given to believers during the grand opening ceremony.

When each person enters the venue, they will be given a wooden sign with a sequence number written on it.

After the first 500 people finish burning incense, they will randomly draw a lucky person from the paper with the corresponding number written on it and reward him or her with an amulet.

Each amulet can resist three fatal damages.

A talisman is equivalent to three extra lives.

In order to ensure fairness, the action of drawing the paper was done by the young master.

The number of people selected will increase by 500 in each batch thereafter, and will gradually increase to 1,000, 1,500, and 2,000.

This was announced to the believers earlier at the end of the grand consecration ceremony.

Therefore, when Rong Niang returned, the believers who had finished burning incense gathered in the open space of the last hall and waited.

Even though the hope is slim, no one is willing to leave early.

"The young master is coming! The young master is coming!"

"It's time to start!"

Everyone was looking forward to seeing Rong Niang.

A maid dressed in Kuntao brought up a glass box.

Rong Niang reached her little hand into it, stirred it a few times casually, and then took out a piece of paper with an ordinal number written on it.

"Serial number four hundred and thirty-two!"

Rong Niang raised her voice.

A middle-aged man with a big belly and rich clothes squeezed out of the crowd, holding a wooden sign excitedly:

"It's me! It's me! I'm four hundred and thirty-two!"

Everyone looked at him with envy. The middle-aged man looked so proud and elated.

He ran forward with a speed that was inconsistent with his size, ready to claim his own amulet.

This talisman looks no different from the talisman papers sold in ordinary temples and Taoist temples. They are all ginger-yellow talisman papers with unfamiliar symbols drawn on them.

The only difference is that the red runes on it have a subtle luster.

Rong Niang folded the talisman paper into a small triangle, handed it to the other party, and instructed:

"Please keep it properly. Burning or severe damage will render the talisman ineffective."

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, young master!"

The middle-aged man took the small triangle in his hands as if it were a treasure, quickly took out a sachet and put the thing in it.

As soon as he left Rong Niang's presence, several dignitaries surrounded him.

"Brother! Can you sell me the amulet? I'll give you five hundred taels!"

"Brother, I'll give you one thousand taels! Sell it to me!"

"I'll give you 1,200 taels. Sell it to me!"

The middle-aged man squeezed through them like a loach and ran out, saying as he ran:

"No, no! No matter how much money you pay, I won't sell it to you!"

His name was Chai Huliang. He was a businessman specializing in medicinal materials and had several thousand taels of silver on hand.

He valued this amulet that could protect him more than silver.

Everyone expressed regret.

Many people are thinking about waiting a little longer, until someone in the next batch draws the amulet before buying it.

Zhang Jinghong in the crowd thought for a moment, then said to his half-brother Zhang Jingda:

"Second brother, go out and buy license plates right away. Don't be stingy with your money. It would be best if you can get all the next 1,000 license plates."

Jingu is not against the deal.

If he could collect all the number plates, then no matter which number he drew, it would be their Zhang family that would get the amulet.

Zhang Jingda immediately took the order and walked quickly to the square outside, shouting loudly:

"Collect the numbered wooden plaques, one hundred coins each!"

Many civilians immediately rushed forward upon hearing this, expressing their willingness to sell the wooden signs they had to him.

After all, even at the price in the capital, one hundred wen could buy twenty kilograms of rice.

Who wouldn't want to exchange a small wooden sign for twenty kilograms of rice?

However, Zhang Jinghong is not the only smart person.

Zhang Jingda had just collected twenty or thirty wooden signs when the Jiang family, his descendant, also sent people out to collect the signs.

They also raised the price to 120 wen each.

Soon a third company came and offered one hundred and fifty cents per piece.

Now, seeing the prices rising step by step, the people chose to wait and see.

All three families encountered obstacles in their acquisitions.

So, the three people who came to do business exchanged glances with each other and decided to unify the purchase price.

After all, the units they were going to acquire later all started at one thousand, and the unit price was too high, which made them seem ineffective.

Before long, the three companies had even agreed on the serial number range and price.

The Zhang family buys items ranging from 500 to 1,500 wen, with the highest unit price being 150 wen.

The second member of the Jiang family to come bought items ranging from fifteen hundred to three thousand, at a unit price of one hundred and twenty coins.

The third company that came bought items ranging from 3,000 to 5,000 yuan, at a unit price of 100 wen.

Seeing that the three families had united their camps and were no longer competing, the people lamented in their hearts.

I thought I could make a lot of money just like those people queuing at the door, but now my wish has not been fulfilled.

No one expected that the situation would take such a dramatic turn in a moment.

This story starts with Chai Huliang, a medicinal herb merchant who just left.

In order to avoid being harassed, he took the amulet and walked with his wife to the place where the carriage was parked, but he didn't expect that the idiot with evil intentions had followed them.

Before he found his carriage, he heard an arrogant and domineering voice behind him:

"Stop! I'll give you one thousand taels, and sell the amulet to me!"

When he turned around, he saw a young man with a dozen guards surrounding him and his wife.

Chai Huliang was very angry:

"I said I won't sell it!"

The dandy boy had a gloomy face and his eyes were full of threats:

"You've thought it through carefully!"

"I've thought it through! If I say I won't sell it, I won't sell it!"

Chai Huliang knew that just by looking at the guards who were all armed with swords, he knew that he was definitely the son of a powerful and wealthy person.

He shouldn't have offended her in the first place.

But the amulet bestowed by the God was too precious and important for someone like him who needed to travel all over the country, so he really didn't want to give it up.

The reason why he dared to be so tough was because he had already seen clearly what the God had done in the capital.

The God is the spirit who rules over the people, and he should not condone these powerful people to bully others outside the temple.

He felt that the other party would not dare to rob openly on the God's territory.

Moreover, with so many people in the Du'e Temple today, it would be difficult for the other party to find out his identity based on just a single encounter.

Who could have thought that, although the dude didn't rob openly, he did something even worse.

"Okay, since you don't want to sell it, then I can only be kind enough to help you test the effect of the amulet!"

"Su Changshi said that this amulet can only be used three times. I wonder how many times I can let you try it?"

As he spoke, he waved to the guards, who drew their swords.

It was obvious that if Chai Huliang didn't sell the amulet to him, he would destroy it directly, and no one would be in a good situation.

Chai Huliang's face turned red with anger:

"You actually dared to use a knife outside the Divine Palace. Aren't you afraid of divine punishment from the Divine Lord?"

The dude smiled evilly:

"I've already said that I was helping you test the effect of the amulet. I have no ill intentions. How could the God blame me?"

As he said this, he waved his hand to the guards and shouted:

"on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards swung their swords and slashed at Chai Huliang.

Chai Huliang subconsciously stopped his wife behind him and closed his eyes in fear.

However, the expected pain did not come. Instead, there was a crisp sound of metal hitting each other, followed by a short scream.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that all the guards who had besieged him had fallen more than two feet away, and the swords in their hands had all broken into two pieces.