The middle-aged Taoist priest began to set up the altar and perform rituals, while several assistants gathered on both sides, leading everyone in a kowtow ceremony.

Mingzhuo and his group deliberately lagged behind the rest of the group to avoid being noticed for slacking off.

The assistants demonstrated the worship ceremony, first performing three prostrations and nine kowtows, then shouting as if their bodies were convulsing, "Please, Great Immortal, descend!"

Mingzhuo stared in disbelief. "Are you sure this isn't a case of epilepsy?"

Following the prompting of those in front, Mingzhuo began to devoutly kowtow. He was pulled by Li Wenhe and barely managed to follow suit.

With each bow, she silently thought to herself, "So you're some kind of fortune-changing deity? Well, you're dead today."

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the few people in the last row and was somewhat dissatisfied.

After the ceremony ended, he spoke authoritatively: "Some people are not sincere in their hearts. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Offending the gods will bring divine retribution!"

Chu Yuqi, sitting in the middle, glanced at the people in the last row and felt quite disdainful.

These people are greedy and lazy. They clearly want the blessing of the God of Luck, but they don't pray as earnestly as I, an undercover agent. They are unwilling to give anything, yet they expect the God of Luck to bless them.

The thought of having to save these people's lives made her a little unhappy.

Her turn of her head made her stand out in the crowd, and the middle-aged man's eyes lit up immediately.

He called out to Chu Yuqi: "The girl in the middle seat, you've been the most sincere today. I'm willing to give you a free divination. Come with me to the back room later."

Chu Yuqi had long planned to meet this Taoist priest alone, so she put on a great performance and said, "Really? Thank you, Taoist priest!"

The girl's voice was crisp and sweet, and the middle-aged Taoist priest squinted his eyes with pleasure.

His gaze swept to the last beat, and then he thought, "I'll just mess with those slackers next time."

If you're not sincere, you'll inevitably run into his trap sooner or later; there's no need to rush.

Next, everyone was asked to write down the names and birth dates of their enemies and then throw them into the fire basin in the center.

Because the middle-aged Taoist priest favored Chu Yuqi, he was able to be the first to go up and write his name.

An undercover agent might panic at this point, knowing it's a dangerous situation, but Chu Yuqi remained calm and composed.

Who are the characters she is most familiar with in the novel? One is the female lead, Cheng Jingru, and the other is the supporting female character, Cheng Zhuo... no, it's Ruan Mingzhuo.

She might have written about Cheng Jingru before, but then she thought, Cheng Jingru is the female lead after all, and she has good fortune. Who knows if the fortune-changing deity will notice?

Without any hesitation, she wrote down the three characters "Ruan Mingzhuo" and his birth date and time.

The flames licked at the blood-stained paper, quickly turning it to ashes, before suddenly bursting forth with an eerie red light.

This unexpected turn of events startled those behind, causing them to take a step back. The middle-aged Taoist priest, however, smiled and said, "Alright."

An assistant took the box of money from Master Qinglian's hand, quickly inspected it, and then another assistant handed Chu Yuqi a statue.

"Congratulations on finding a fortune teller." The assistant grinned, but the smile was unsettling no matter how you looked at it.

The people behind immediately understood that this meant writing down the person's true name and birth date; if any one of them didn't match, the summoning of the gods would likely fail.

As for the consequences of failure, no one dared to think about it too deeply.

The crowd lined up and took turns biting their fingers to write down the name and birth date of their enemy.

Li Wenhe frowned slightly: "It seems that we can't do without writing down the real person's name."

Du Fenglang hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I can write my own."

This fortune teller is very strange; he's afraid that if he actually writes someone's name on it, it will bring them bad luck.

Mingzhuo: "No need, you can all write mine."

Li Wenhe: "No way!"

Several people turned their attention to him. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Why are you so agitated?

Li Wenhe pressed his brow and said calmly, "Although you are very powerful, this is clearly a kind of evil magic. With each additional writing, who knows if it will deepen the mark of evil magic?"

Mingzhuo: "Although you are very filial, we are two different groups. It's just two writings, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, there is no evil magic in this world that can assassinate your boss."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly fell silent for a moment.

He Wangyao didn't notice the subtle pause. "That's right, trust the boss, the boss is the best!"

That was settled, and soon it was their turn, the last two groups.

Du Fenglang, following Mingzhuo's instructions, bit his finger and wrote Mingzhuo's name and birth date on it. After watching a flash of red light, he went to collect the statue of the God of Fortune.

The assistant distributing the idols glanced at Du Fenglang for a few seconds and said, "Do you know why I left you guys until last?"

Du Fenglang cautiously shook his head.

Assistant: "Because you are the least sincere! If it weren't for the Great Immortal's mercy, seeing that it wasn't easy for you to come all this way, you wouldn't have been able to successfully invite the Great Immortal today!"

Mingzhuo just wanted to get the process done quickly; who wanted to listen to his manipulative tactics?

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a figure following the middle-aged Taoist priest to the back of the main hall. She couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

The assistant was stunned, looking at Ming Zhuo in disbelief: "How dare you! Kneel down right now!"

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A few minutes earlier, Chu Yuqi, who was the first to have the statue of the deity, stood proudly in the corner.

Master Qinglian lowered his eyes and secretly studied the great immortal statue in his hand.

His phone vibrated slightly twice in his pocket. He glanced at it when no one was looking, and his expression immediately turned serious.

At the same time, Chu Yuqi's gaze swept over the person at the end of the line, and she couldn't help but frown: "Ruan Mingzhuo? What's she doing here!"

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