Half a zhan of tea later.
Liu Dong gleefully left with a stack of "Truth Talismans."
As the name implied, these talismans made people speak "the truth." They were simple to use: just burn them into talisman water and make the person drink it. Then, whatever they were asked, they would answer "truthfully."
This was also Yaoyao's labor-saving method. After all, the people of R-Nation were most adept at speaking baseless lies. The Huaxia officials, being concerned with their reputation, naturally couldn't compare to their lack of bottom line, and were bound to suffer greatly.
Since that was the case, then let them confess their crimes themselves, leaving them no room for denial. This principle was something the Old Daoist Priest had once said: "Use their own methods against them," which was most suitable for silencing those who stirred up trouble!
"Hehehe, those people don't know the effect of this talisman. When faced with interview cameras, they're in for a big surprise!"
At this moment, Yaoyao's sparkling big eyes were filled with mischievous glee and cunning.
She had just heard from Uncle Liu Dong that there would be a press conference before the captives were released. This conference would be livestreamed, visible to many countries globally. At that time, the question about the Tianchi Mountain conspiracy would be asked publicly.
The captured Onmyoji, bound by the talismans, would surely answer honestly. When the truth was revealed to the public, they would have no way to deny it.
"Hehe, I really am a little genius!"
"But now, the little genius needs to go deliver peace talismans to Senior Uncle!"
Yaoyao complimented herself, muttering to herself, then looked at her phone and realized it was almost afternoon.
Senior Uncle Qingyun had complained a few days ago that there were too many tourists at the Daoist temple, and their stock of peace talismans was running low. Yaoyao had lazily hidden for two days, making Senior Uncle Qingyun so anxious he almost used a Shrinking Earth Talisman to rush over.
To avoid being nagged, she could only obediently comply. Thankfully, she had prepared a large batch this time, which should last for a while.
However, this couldn't go on forever. After this delivery, she would have to reduce the number of talismans requested. And then, there was nurturing her eldest nephew to draw talismans. After all, he was almost at the second stage and had truly entered the path. Once his cultivation increased, he could take over the ordinary peace talismans.
As for Senior Uncle Qingyun? With his meager cultivation, which hadn't even entered the Daoist path, let alone drawing talismans, even just infusing a talisman with spiritual energy was arduous for him.
Of course, Yaoyao wouldn't say such things in front of her Senior Uncle, as one had to save face.
She scurried upstairs, carefully packing the items she needed to take to the Daoist temple. Traveling wasn't troublesome for her, but it was still a bit of a hassle.
...
Inside Huoyun Temple.
Qingyun had been sulking for two days, and when he saw his precious Senior Niece, he was about to complain.
One had to know, with so many pilgrims visiting the temple every day, and seeing the constantly dwindling stock of peace talismans, he was so anxious he couldn't sleep a wink. At such a time, he couldn't even reach her. Who wouldn't be worried sick?
However, Yaoyao seemed to have foresight. Before he could speak, she very consciously handed him a stack of yellow talismans.
Just a glance was enough to tell that it was thicker than the previous batches. Clearly, her precious Senior Niece had listened to her last suggestion.
With such a treasure, how could Qingyun bear to speak harshly? He even swallowed back the complaints he had intended to voice.
Then, he awkwardly said, "Don't do this again next time. Senior Uncle has a weak heart and can't handle such stress."
With the temple flourishing so much now, and incense and yellow paper constantly being offered every day, the ancestral statue standing in the main hall faintly emitted an indescribable glow. This was a crucial time to strike while the iron was hot. If the supply of peace talismans ran out and affected their development, he would become a sinner of the temple.
Yaoyao naturally understood Senior Uncle's desire to restore the sect, so she consciously admitted her mistake and made a guarantee.
"However, given the current scale of the temple, we can start what Seventh Brother suggested: a fixed daily quota for distributing peace talismans!"
In Yaoyao's view, human desires were limitless. Even gods and Buddhas couldn't fully satisfy the prayers of their devotees. Her own energy was limited after all. A few times were fine, but any more, and she would inevitably feel overwhelmed.
Yaoyao's words immediately made Qingyun hesitant: "Has the time truly come?"
Qingyun knew very well that although these peace talismans were simple, such a quantity was still taxing on one's spirit and energy. If the time truly came, he certainly wouldn't object.
After all, he had been active in the imperial capital for so many years and understood scarcity marketing. He was just afraid that the timing wasn't right, which would not only fail to yield good results but also ruin the popularity they had painstakingly built up.
"Mhm, it has arrived!" Yaoyao slowly nodded.
On her way here, she had already calculated the current timing for the temple, and it was indeed at the peak of its fortune. In such a situation, any changes made would be smooth and successful. This was why Yaoyao dared to speak up.
She had even divined the daily limit for the talismans. Now, the only thing missing was convincing her Senior Uncle. As long as he nodded, this plan could be perfectly implemented, as he was the key to overseeing the temple.
"Since you have it figured out, then proceed!" Qingyun nodded slightly.
He wasn't trying to make things difficult or ask unnecessary questions; he just wanted to understand the situation. Since his Senior Niece handled things with such clear foresight, he clearly didn't need to worry too much.
Qingyun then asked about the fixed quantity and arranged the peace talismans in his hand by date. This way, taking one portion each day would be much more convenient than recalculating daily.
Yaoyao patiently accompanied her Senior Uncle as he counted, chatting with him occasionally, filling the temple with laughter.
However, this relaxed atmosphere didn't last long before it was broken.
A man rushed into the temple, his age around fifty, his hair graying, and his body slightly hunched.
He entered breathlessly, his gaze darting left and right.
When he saw the two figures, one large and one small, sitting on the stools, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he cried out urgently.
"It's bad, Qingyun... Master Qingyun, something big has happened!"
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