Faced with the young Daoist's threat, the man hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose not to buy the Incense of Atonement.
It was not that he doubted their deity, but his crooked mouth had already reached the point where it could not be cured. How much worse could things get?
Besides, even if gods truly existed, they might not answer every plea.
The young Daoist reported the matter to Zhang Dongyuan. That evening, Feng Jun happened to come by again, so Director Zhang told him about it.
Feng Jun did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Your young Daoists can order me around now?"
"That wasn't what I meant." Zhang Dongyuan hurriedly waved his hands. "It was a minor conflict, so it would be normal not to punish him. I'm not that petty. It's just that the Daoist temple is building its reputation right now, and being stricter will help deter troublemakers."
"So I'm working for you for free, anyway." Feng Jun shook his head. He actually had some impression of Eric. "That guy has a terrible temper. He really did need a lesson."
When Eric woke up the next day, he was shocked to discover that not only was his mouth and eye crooked, but half his body had gone numb.
"Shit." He realized what was happening. After sighing, he barely managed to shuffle out of his room and call to his neighbor, "Ferry, I need a favor... Take me to the Daoist temple. Yes, that damned Daoist temple!"
The next moment, he began reflecting on his mistake. It was as though he were talking to himself, yet also as though he were addressing some intangible presence. "All right, sorry. 'Damned' is just an expression... I'm a crude man. I didn't mean any offense."
He did not