Sang Feiwan sighed helplessly and said to the old man:

"The wooden statue you later bought is proof of this. You can take a photo of the statue and search for it on a shopping website. You can find many similar ones."

Upon hearing this, the young man quickly picked up his grandfather's phone and started searching.

The old man said indifferently:

"Having the same style doesn't mean anything. Aren't there a lot of similar styles of Guanyin and Buddha statues? Mine has been blessed. Please come back and worship it devoutly, and you will be blessed by the gods!"

By this time, his grandson had already found many statues of the same style.

The statues sold online look more refined than the one the old man had, and are cheaper, costing only a few dozen to a hundred yuan.

The grandson quickly showed the photo to the old man: "Grandpa, don't you think they are similar? The most expensive one of the same model is only over a hundred, and you spent a full six thousand! I think you were cheated, right?"

The old man took a look with his reading glasses, but still stubbornly refused to admit that he had been deceived:

"That person said at the time that the price was up to you. He didn't force you to buy or sell..."

The voice gradually became quieter towards the end, and it was obvious that he was feeling guilty.

The grandson pointed at the phone screen and said, "But the same model online is called Jiu Tian Xuan Nu, not the Moon Goddess at all! This is simply too confusing, at least find a Chang'e flying to the moon, which is more like it!"

The old man said stubbornly: "It's not exactly the same. I asked for a moon behind the statue. It's the Moon Goddess, not the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens!"

But Sang Feiwan said, "The moon was glued together. They are not made from the same piece of wood."

When the grandson heard this, he quickly tried to pry it apart with his hands, and it really came apart. There were still traces of glue at the connection between the moon and the statue.

The old man looked at the photos online, then at the sculpture in his hand, and finally realized the truth:

"So, I really met a liar? Does the Moon God really exist?"

That night, after seeing the miraculous scene, the old man had not yet recovered from his shock when he met a man with a big bag on his back, wearing a Taoist robe and dressed like a master, who was preaching the deeds of the Moon God to an old lady:

"The Moon God is the god in charge of the moon. He can protect the safety of the family and bring prosperity. As long as you sincerely worship him, it will be effective!"

The lady next to him said devoutly, "I have always believed in the Moon God and want to take a statue home. Master, since you are the master of the Moon God Taoist Temple, can you help me take a statue home to worship?"

The man shook his head and made a regretful expression: "The Moon God is the most low-key god. He usually does not accept offerings from the mortal world. So it is rare to see Him perform miracles now. Only a very small number of people with predestined relationships have the opportunity to see His appearance."

The aunt asked, "What is the moon god's apparition like?"

The man gave a brief description, and it was exactly the same as the mysterious scene the old man had just seen!

The old man then came forward and recounted what he had just seen.

The aunt was very excited when she heard this: "Brother, you are such a blessed person, you can actually see the divine power! If I were as blessed as you, I would definitely buy a statue of the god and worship it day and night, so that the Moon God would stay in my home and bless my children and grandchildren with safety and wealth!"

The old man also became excited as he listened: "Then I want to buy a statue of God? Where can I get it?"

The aunt said, "Oh, you are so lucky! This is the abbot of the Yueshen Taoist Temple. I saw him interviewed on TV before. I was lucky to meet him today. So if you want to pray for the statue of the deity, you can't go wrong with him!"

So the man with the backpack took out a wooden statue and said, "This is the statue of the Moon Goddess. This lady wanted to have it just now, but I didn't agree. If you don't have a connection with the gods, it's useless to ask her to go back. You are a blessed person, so you can ask her to go back."

The old man asked, “How much does it cost?”

The man immediately said with a straight face: "How can we talk about money in this kind of opportunity? Talking about money is blasphemy against the gods!"

The lady next to her said quickly, "The master meant to give it away for free to those who are destined to receive it. When you order it, just donate some money and make a good karma."

The old man asked again: "How much do you want to donate?"

The aunt said: "You can donate any amount. Thousands or tens of thousands, there is no fixed amount, it all depends on your own intention. The more you donate, the more sincere your heart is, and the more effective the gods you invite back will be!"

So the old man gave six thousand yuan in a daze and took back a shoddy "statue".

At this moment, the old man finally realized that he had been deceived and cursed angrily:

"These swindlers are so despicable! There is a God above us, but they are using the name of God to cheat. Sooner or later, they will be extinct!"

The old man cursed and felt even more distressed about the 6,000 yuan he had spent. He shouted that he would go find the scammer and get his money back.

The grandson hurriedly pulled him aside and said, "Where are you going to find a liar at this late hour? Besides, he set up a trap to deceive you. Why would he run away immediately after getting the money? Why would he foolishly wait for you to find him?"

The old man said angrily: "Then my money was wasted?"

The grandson was more open-minded: "Just think of it as a lesson learned, and also as a negative example to the fans, to serve as a warning. Besides, if you hadn't encountered something, you wouldn't be able to connect to your favorite anchor tonight."

The old man nodded. "You're right. I tried to connect to the anchor several times before to calculate my grandson's fortune, but I couldn't get through. But tonight I was able to connect right away - but I still feel bad about the 6,000 yuan, which is two months of my retirement money."

Sang Feiwan glanced at his grandson and said, "Your grandson's fortune is average, he doesn't have great luck, so he's not suitable for doing business, otherwise he'll easily go bankrupt, and once he goes bankrupt it'll be hard to get back on his feet within ten years. I suggest you find an ordinary job."

"Ah!" Now it was the grandson's turn to be dumbfounded. "I am indeed planning to open a restaurant with my friend recently, and each of us will invest 500,000 yuan. Host, what you said, am I not suitable for this business?"

Sang Feiwan nodded: "Strictly speaking, it is not suitable for all businesses."

The old man became excited after hearing this: "So you're still thinking about doing business? And you're planning to invest 500,000? That's the inheritance your parents left you. I saved it for you to marry a wife. How dare you have such an idea?"

The young man scratched his head and said, "Forget it, since I don't have that kind of luck, I'd better just find a class to attend."

"Thank you, host! I suddenly feel very lucky now, and I don't feel so bad about the money I was cheated of!" The old man thanked Sang Feiwan again and again, and was about to cut off the connection when he heard Sang Feiwan suddenly say:

"If you have nothing to do these few days, you can go to the park next to Dadong Road and have a chance to encounter scammers. If you do, don't start a fight and call the police immediately."

"Ah?" The old man was about to speak, but the connection was cut off.

Sang Feiwan has already started connecting with new netizens, but she doesn't know that this live broadcast has been seen by Xiaobai and is about to cause a stir.

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