System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

[Holy crap, Thor, are you serious? Can I ask for a Taoist talisman?]

Wang Dachui: [Brothers, I, Wang Dachui, have dreamed of cultivating immortality since I was a child. I never imagined that in my 30 years of life, I would actually have the chance to come into contact with the path of immortality! I'm so excited! I swear, I will be the first to become a disciple of the Daoist master!]

……

Chen Xuan watched as his fans in the live stream, who had already grasped the meaning, shared their insights on drawing talismans, occasionally offering corrections.

Soon, Chen Xuan handed out the second lucky bag of the night.

With the atmosphere created earlier, the fans admired Chen Xuan even more.

Everyone in the lucky bag live stream participated.

Even the Xuanmen disciples who were sent by the three religions clicked to participate.

Wang Dachui: [Master, can those who won the lucky bag ask questions about spiritual practice?]

[Yes, I just drew a talisman, but it didn't resonate as deeply as the first time. Is it because my mind wasn't calm enough?]

[Waaah, why don't I feel anything when I draw talismans? Is it because my ancestors were immoral and I'm unable to cultivate?]

……

Chen Xuan smiled and shook his head without saying anything more. As the saying goes, the master leads you through the door, but the cultivation is up to you.

He couldn't teach him by words and deeds like he taught his personal disciple Jiang Linglong.

Soon, ten minutes passed.

The second lucky bag in the live stream has been opened.

Chen Xuan then read out the nicknames of the fans who won the lucky bags.

"Congratulations to the fan [Mountain Village Fruit Farmer] for winning the lucky bag. No gift is required. If you have any questions, you can directly request to join the live stream."

As soon as he finished speaking, a request to connect via live stream appeared.

Chen Xuan accepted, and the screen split in two again.

In fact, when the number of fans in the live broadcast room reached 80, Chen Xuan rarely tried to deduce why people came to him. He was already restraining himself from deliberately seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune.

However, after gaining strength and cultivation, he became more accustomed to taking things as they come.

Nevertheless, Chen Xuan frowned upon seeing the appearance of the 'mountain village fruit farmer' he was connecting with online.

Judging from his appearance, this fan was no more than 50 years old, but most of his hair was white, his eyes were sunken, his eyes were dark, and his face was sallow, as if he had lost all his energy and spirit, and his whole body looked withered.

If they weren't fans at this point, with a heart set on spiritual practice, they would probably have all sorts of suspicions and said things like, "The fruit farmer in the mountain village is a drug addict."

But now no one dares to speak carelessly or create bad karma through speech.

The comment section returned to normal, with comments only asking if the old man was facing any difficulties.

The man on the live stream was standing next to a young girl, who looked to be in her early twenties.

The girl burst into tears immediately after seeing Chen Xuan in the live stream.

The girl immediately knelt down on the ground, saying, "Uncle, this is the Taoist priest. Please kneel down before him."

The old man seemed to have suffered severe mental trauma. After the girl mentioned the Taoist priest, he let out a scream and whimper, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Chen Xuan. When he raised his head two or three times, blood was already flowing down his forehead and onto his face.

Seeing this, the girl quickly grabbed her uncle and stopped him from this self-destructive behavior.

The girl cried and hugged the old man, "Uncle, please don't do this! Xiaofeng is still alive. You're waiting for him to come home. If you die, Xiaofeng will have no hope of survival!"

The girl pulled the old man down to a seat and used a tissue to wipe the blood from his forehead. After some comforting words, the old man calmed down, but he kept holding a child's pencil case in his hand, looking at it intently and carefully.

The girl was shedding tears, and she was also wiping them away.

The girl then looked at Chen Xuan apologetically, "Daoist Master, I'm so sorry that you and the fans in the live stream were frightened."

Chen Xuan nodded, not minding, and looked at the girl, saying, "Judging from your appearance, you shouldn't be related to him by blood."

“Yes, I’m not his daughter, nor is I his relative.” The girl shook her head and stated the facts. “I’m his son Zhang Xiaofeng’s girlfriend. My name is Sun Yao.”