Unable to cow Jiang Hao with his presence, Liu Bang changed tactics and shouted,
"Seeking immortals and asking gods has existed since ancient times, but how many have truly worked? How many have seen the truth? At most, they know a little medicine and use invoking gods as a cover. Now it's purely for swindling money."
"If Scribe Jiang truly has immortal talismans, bring one out and use it on me. I'll immediately offer ten thousand coins."
Hearing this, Jiang Hao smiled. "I originally planned to use these charitable donations as capital, hire refugees to work, provide Work Relief, keep them fed, and use the completed Daoist temple to pray for the people. Yet when it comes to you, it becomes a scam for money."
Liu Bang had taken money and had a task to carry out, so he immediately said, "If the talismans don't work, they're fake. If they're fake, then you're swindling money."
Jiang Hao narrowed his eyes. "You truly want to witness genuine immortal talismans?"
For no reason, Liu Bang felt a chill in his heart. Could it really be true? But when he thought of the thousand-coin reward, he stiffened his resolve and said, "Naturally, I do."
"Don't regret it."
"I, Liu, am a man of honor. I never regret what I do!"
Jiang Hao smiled faintly. "Since you want to witness my immortal talismans, then fine. Today, I'll let you see one."
Jiang Hao slowly walked toward Liu Bang. Liu Bang immediately became alert, glaring at Jiang Hao with hostile eyes as he demanded in a low voice, "What are you doing!?"
"Didn't you want to see?"
After saying that, Jiang Hao suddenly moved. A talisman appeared in his hand, and he fiercely slapped it onto Liu Bang's forehead. Liu Bang was shocked and tried