I would rather betray the gods

If anyone says that he recites incantations based on ancient calligraphy and paintings, just punch him twice.

The version he advocates describes the older the character, the more brutal the beating; if necessary, physical violence will escalate.

These are Lao Xu's heartfelt words to Youzi.

According to Lao Xu, everything is changing and new is emerging every day. There is nothing in the world that remains unchanged; it's just a matter of sooner or later.

Nowadays, cattle and horses have been replaced by cars on the streets, not to mention the books we hold in our hands.

He doesn't know about other schools of thought and doesn't care to know about them, but he definitely has a say in Taoism. If Yuzi ever encounters a Taoist who claims to possess the original classical Taoist techniques, then Yuzi can confidently conclude that this person is both genuine and mediocre.

Yu Zi believed it because Lao Xu taught him a "digital version of the Midas touch".

He used this technique to increase the balances of Weilong and Agui's cards by tens of billions each, without anyone noticing.

Because Taoist practices follow the natural order, such talismans that arise from nothing only have an effect for one day.

The scene at the entrance to the conference.

Luxury cars arrived one after another.

The scene was bustling with reporters forming a human wall. Just look at the self-media outlets snapping photos non-stop; there were so many luxury cars that it was hard to keep up with all the comments.

When it was Wei Long's turn, Ah Gui made a dazzling entrance from the rented car.

"Sure, I was worried you'd get nervous seeing so many people."

Walking on the red carpet, Wei Long whispered to A Gui.

"Bro, with that balance, I'd walk out naked and hold my head high."

Ah Gui never stopped waving to the group of reporters.

He never dreamed he could be on such a big stage. He was so happy he was about to burst. He wanted to watch the news with his parents later!

"Excuse me, gentlemen, please show me your identification."

There was a security check inside the entrance, and the security personnel immediately noticed that neither of them had an admission pass around their necks.

Of course not, but Dragon has taken the steps of "I have it".

"I was in a rush and forgot to bring it, but I have a digital copy."

Wei Long walked towards the security checkpoint while fiddling with his phone.

It is indeed an electronic version.

The security guard nodded as he looked at the balance on Weilong's phone.

However, he did not have the authority to review the electronic documents, so he asked them to wait while he went to the side hall to consult with his superior.

A short while later, a man in a suit came out with two temporary passes and enthusiastically put them around the necks of Weilong and Agui.

This man was the same man in the shirt from that day, the owner of the car with license plate number XX whom Yuzu had instructed Weilong and Agui to give special "care".

Fortunately, the man didn't have a license plate sticker on his head, otherwise there would be other news stories about this place right now.

"Please come in, both of you."

The man in the shirt pushed up his decorative glasses and gestured for him to come in.

Wei Long and A Gui nodded in satisfaction, each patting their identification badges on their chests, as if the closer the badges and clothing fit, the more distinguished they appeared, before heading towards the elevator leading to the lobby.

The two had just closed the elevator doors when a woman in a formal dress walked out from the side hall.

"More than half of those nobles have already gone in, why haven't you arranged for me to appear yet?"

The woman asked the man in the shirt.

"Don't rush, don't rush, I have my own arrangements after everyone has walked the red carpet."

The man in the shirt looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, took the opportunity to pinch the woman's arm.

The woman hissed in pain, but her expression became even more alluring.

She slid her high heels two steps closer to the man in the shirt, almost pressing herself against him, and whispered in his ear, "My tofu is delicious but not free. If you try to fool me, arrange for me to go to some remote corner, and I'll send the video to your workplace."

The man in the shirt frowned, quickly pulled her to a corner, thought for a moment, and said, "Don't worry, I'll try my best to arrange a seat near the front when the banquet starts."

The world-renowned conference was held as scheduled.

Celebrities from all over the world delivered brilliant speeches.

"Brother, why are they saying the same thing as what's on this paper?"

Ah Gui asks questions when he doesn't understand.

cut!

Wei Long glanced sideways at A Gui, who looked like he'd never seen anything like this before, and said, "You don't understand, do you? If it weren't different, these big shots would be choosing a place to throw firecrackers at each other again."

Ah Gui pondered for a while before suddenly realizing, "Does that mean they had planned it all in advance?"

What do you think?

Wei Long countered with a question.

"Why bother with all this? Wouldn't it be more efficient to just sit down, eat, and have some fun?"

Ah Gui looked at the manuscript paper, which was still more than half full, and scratched his head as he listened to the scriptures on stage that had basically nothing to do with him.

As luck would have it, perhaps because his seat was right next to the reporters, a celebrity speaking on stage saw him "raise his hand to give the signal" and then asked him into the microphone if he had any questions.

I...I...Are you blind? You spent so long picking the one you understand the least!

A-Gui's heart was churning with turmoil, like a student who was dozing off in class but was called on, and he stood up dejectedly.

At the same time, almost all the cameras were pointed at him, but he felt that they were not cameras but gun barrels, which made him sweat profusely.

Brother Long, please help me!

Ah Gui kicked Wei Long with his toes.

Let them fend for themselves.

Wei Long slowly turned his head away, pretending not to know him.

"Sir, please ask your question."

Not to mention Ah Gui was in a hurry, even the celebrity on stage was anxious seeing him standing there like a stinky thunderbolt for dozens of seconds, and politely urged him on.

In that instant, A-Gui's adrenaline surged into his brain, which spun like an engine at full speed, and a series of mathematical formulas flashed through his mind.

*Sizzle...*

The engine exploded.

Ah Gui didn't say a word, grabbed his belt, and ran outside.

Urgent needs are a natural occurrence, and the conference will continue...

During the banquet, a pinhole camera was hidden in a Weilong button, and the person used it to toast and ingratiate themselves with others.

Every face was transmitted live from the camera to the Moon Palace.

The Moon Palace has a screening system that can identify extraterrestrials through extremely subtle differences.

All signs indicate that the mysterious organization's style is highly similar to that of Rorota, so Yuzu speculates that the extraterrestrial visitors are somewhat connected to this organization.

Otherwise, the White House would not easily intervene in human natural events.

Full of anticipation, Wei Long circled the entire venue, but ultimately received no notification of extraterrestrial visitors, leaving him disappointed.

"If they're immortals, how easy is it to meet them?" he consoled himself as he returned to his seat.

He didn't see the immortal, but he was still startled. Ah Gui, who had been missing for almost half a day, came back and sat next to him, covered in oil stains.

"Didn't you go to the bathroom? What's wrong, are you having kidney problems and burning oil?"

Wei Long gave a sidelong glance and made a sarcastic remark.

"I just wanted to go out for some fresh air."

Ah Gui was too embarrassed to say that he planned to take a bus home, and then he hid in his bedroom to get over the embarrassing incident of the day.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Unexpectedly, I ran into the car the special envoy mentioned, so I used supersonic speed to dismantle and throw away all the parts under the motorcycle cover, bit by bit."

"What about the car owner? Why don't you give him a good beating?"

To everyone's surprise, Wei Long picked up a tissue from the table and symbolically wiped him clean.

"I've been waiting all afternoon and haven't seen a soul. Look at my neck, it's all sunburned and peeling!"

Ah Gui wasn't showing off his sunburn; he was clearly trying to take credit.

"Okay, okay, I'll send you a big red envelope when we get back."

Wei Long knew his underling too well, and his tone was slightly impatient.

"Thank you, Brother Long!"

Ah Gui was delighted.

As they were talking, a man sitting down opposite them while on the phone sat down.

Judging from the man's voice, it seemed he was calling his wife, complaining that his boss had assigned him to drive someone, but the car wouldn't start. When he opened the hood, he found the engine was completely gone.

Finally, the man made a threat, saying that even if they found out who did it, he would definitely bring people to kill him!

Wei Long and A Gui looked at each other. Wasn't this the man in the shirt who had given them their admission passes? It's true what they say, enemies are destined to meet!

The man in the shirt who had just hung up the phone looked up and saw Ah Gui. Seeing Ah Gui covered in oil stains, he blinked as if he had thought of something.

He then silently lowered his head, not doing as he had said on the phone, since A-Gui had quite a lot of money in his account.

However, Wei Long and A Gui were completely ungrateful, and would even deliberately rotate the table during meals to prevent him from picking up the dishes he wanted.

The cigarette butt from the cigarette accidentally bounced into his cup.

A-Gui accidentally splashed the wine on his head while offering a toast.

and many more.

Finally, the man in the shirt hid in an empty underground parking lot, and the two of them chased after him.

"My repeated forbearance is out of respect for both gentlemen; why must you continue to make things difficult for me!"

Suddenly, the man in the shirt turned around to face them directly, raising his middle and index fingers as if to perform a spell.

Is he also a superhuman?

Wei Long and A Gui exchanged a slight smile.