Wealthy beyond measure, yet you call me a sister-supporting-brother demon?

Just as Wang Daniu was about to turn around and go to the kitchen to heat the oil, she heard Master Ma, the most powerful Taoist priest in Pingdingshan, say, "Wait."

When Master Ma saw Yuan Sheng take out ten taels of silver, he thought he was just another fool, but he didn't expect him to be so difficult.

The fools in Laiyuan County are relatively easy to fool. Before, in Qingshan Town, an old farmer came to him for fortune telling to predict his son's fate. After a series of bluffs, the old farmer praised him repeatedly, marveling at his accuracy. When he heard that his son was the reincarnation of the God of Literature, the old farmer was overjoyed. Originally, he only wanted to swindle a few dozen coins for fortune telling, but seeing that the old man was a sucker, he decided that it would be against his reputation for ruthless exploitation if he didn't take advantage of him.

His brow immediately furrowed, and his tone shifted, "Although your son has an auspicious destiny, he faces a major tribulation this year. After overcoming this tribulation, everything will go smoothly for him, and he will achieve academic success. Otherwise..."

Upon hearing this, the old man urgently sought a solution. As a highly accomplished Taoist master, the master reluctantly offered his assistance, instructing the old man to prepare a large blue brick, write Zhou Changsen's birth date and time, along with a talisman for warding off disaster, on a red cloth, wrap the blue brick with the red cloth, and place it in the Kun position of the house.

The old man naturally complied and offered a tael of silver to his Taoist temple.

Originally, this job with Old Lady Wang was easy to do; he had already received one tael of silver. The reason he didn't leave earlier was that he wanted to continue to promote his charitable spirit and give Old Lady Wang some more fertility talismans to collect some money. He never expected that a big fat sheep would appear out of nowhere.

Ten taels of silver—not earning it wouldn't be in line with his thrifty nature.

Master Ma was thin and wiry. He stroked his beard, flicked his Taoist robe, and said in a calm and unhurried voice, "How can one perform magic so casually? Today I will demonstrate for you not for money, but to protect the prestige of Taoism and to enlighten you mortals."

Yuan Sheng bowed and said, "Daoist Master, your virtue is lofty. Please demonstrate for us."

Master Ma muttered incantations and pretended to consult the heavens, saying, "Prepare firewood and a large pot in the courtyard!"

Grandma Wang hurriedly went to prepare, setting up a firewood pile and placing a large pot in the yard.

Master Ma took out oil from his treasure chest and poured it into the large pot. "Burn it with firewood!"

Grandma Wang quickly lit the firewood.

The oil in the pot began to bubble vigorously. Master Ma threw the copper coin into the pot, then slowly inserted two fingers into the pot and picked the coin out.

Grandma Wang was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes, and she was filled with admiration.

When Yuan Zhao'er saw the Taoist priest reach into the pot, her heart jumped into her throat. When she saw him actually take out the copper coins, she began to worry about her brother's ten taels of silver.

My younger brother was sick before and we had to have him marry a Taoist priest to bring him good luck. We spent a lot of money on that. I'm afraid this ten taels of silver wasn't borrowed. If we give this ten taels of silver to this old Taoist priest, what will my brother and parents do?

Since this old Taoist is such a highly accomplished person, and he just said that he doesn't care about money, does that mean I don't have to give him the ten taels of silver?

Yuan Zhao'er thought about it more and more and felt that it made sense. Since the expert didn't care, she wouldn't let her younger brother give her the money.

Wang Fuchun stared at the iron pot in deep thought. He still felt that the old Taoist priest was up to something. If he was really such a master, why did he insist on using the oil he brought with him instead of his own? Could it be that different oils are not the same?

I need to carefully check the old Taoist's oil later. He knows his father-in-law's situation well. He doesn't even know where his brother-in-law got those ten taels of silver. Anyway, I can't give those ten taels of silver away.

Yuan Zhao'er's eldest and second sisters-in-law were also watching the ritual. Seeing that the Taoist priest was really so miraculous, the two of them frowned.

Could it be that Yuan Zhao'er really gave birth to a son after drinking that talisman water?!

If you accidentally spill it...

No, that's foolish. Giving birth to a son is such an important thing, Mother will definitely spend another tael of silver and ask for another talisman. Spilling the talisman water will only make the family spend another tael of silver.

Especially Yuan Zhao'er's second sister-in-law, Wang Shuiqing, was so frustrated that she almost pinched her fingers raw. The third branch of the family had never been able to produce a son, especially in recent years. Yuan Zhao'er couldn't even have a daughter, let alone a son. She had even planned to have her second son adopted so that he could inherit the family business in the third branch. Now her mother had pulled this stunt.

Wang Shuiqing cursed inwardly, "That old hag, so biased! She only cares about her youngest son. How much money has she spent to get her youngest son, Wang Fuchun, to have a son?"

As soon as Yuan Sheng heard what Grandma Wang said, he guessed it was this kind of old-fashioned scam. These swindlers really lack the spirit of exploration and invention; they can't come up with any new tricks.

Yuan Sheng didn't keep him in suspense. "Daoist Master, I am also a Daoist master. I don't need to cast spells for so long like you do. I can just throw in a copper coin and take it out."

As they were talking, Yuan Sheng stepped forward, took out copper coins from his money bag, threw them in, and then reached in to retrieve them.

Yuan Sheng's outstretched hand startled everyone, including his other two sisters, his third sister and her husband, his nephew and niece.

Although Wang Fuchun suspected that the old Taoist's oil might be strange, he hadn't verified it. His brother-in-law had recklessly stuck his hand in. That was the only son of the Yuan family, the apple of his wife's eye. If something happened, what would happen?

Yuan Zhao'er and Yuan Nian'er were almost scared to death!

Zhu Chenxi knew her husband was intelligent and cautious, not the reckless type. Since he was going to do it, he must have known what he was doing, but she still felt a tightness in her chest. Her husband acted too quickly; it was too late for her to stop him. If he wanted to try, she should just let him try.

Wang Shuiqing, Yuan Zhao'er's second sister-in-law, was secretly delighted. Yuan Zhao'er's family lived far away, and she only had a rogue younger brother who didn't care about her. If her brother was crippled, it would be easier for her to bully Yuan Zhao'er in the future.

In a flash, Yuan Sheng swung his hand around in the oil twice and retrieved the copper coin.

Zhu Chenxi, Yuan Zhao'er, Yuan Nian'er, Wang Fuchun, and Old Lady Wang finally felt relieved.

Yuan Nian'er slapped Yuan Sheng on the back, "How could you be so reckless?! What will we do if you hurt your hand? What will our parents do! You call yourself a Taoist master? I think you're a load of rubbish!" Yuan Zhao'er also started to shed tears.

Yuan Sheng instantly realized he had been reckless. He thought it would only take a minute, but he didn't expect to make his family worry so much. Chen Xi's face had also turned pale for a moment.

"I was wrong, but don't worry, this isn't oil at all. It's vinegar. Vinegar has a low boiling point, so it's impossible to get burned. You can try it yourself."

"Really?!" The second sister and the others looked surprised.

Zhu Chenxi had already come over and put her finger into the vinegar pot to test it, and sure enough, it was so!

Master Ma, the strongest Taoist priest in Pingdingshan, knew something was wrong the moment Yuan Sheng put his hand into the oil pot. Everything happened too fast, and while everyone was surrounding Yuan Sheng, he prepared to make a run for it, abandoning his toolbox of swindlers!

"Brother-in-law, he's about to run away!" Yuan Sheng had been keeping an eye on the fake Taoist priest.

Wang Fuchun had been observing the situation the whole time. When he saw the fake Taoist priest trying to slip away, he rushed to his side and pounced on the fake Taoist priest.

Seeing that his brother-in-law had subdued the skinny old Taoist, Yuan Sheng didn't make a move. He walked over and kicked the old Taoist's arm, saying, "The strongest Taoist in Pingdingshan, quickly cast your spell to deal with us."

The fake Taoist straightened up, immediately put on a crying face, and hugged Yuan Sheng's leg.