After rebirth, I became a national teacher

After Rong Niang finished speaking, she waved her hand and ordered:

"Take it down."

Pei Xuan wanted to shout more, but a guard quickly covered his mouth and took him away easily.

Looking at their receding figures, Rong Niang breathed a sigh of relief and then went back to do what she should do.

Judging from the time, the team of about 500 people should have finished burning incense and offering sacrifices. According to the original rules, they can now draw lots for fortune.

This was something my mother had decided long ago, and it would be a benefit given to believers during the grand opening ceremony.

When each person enters the venue, they will be given a wooden sign with a sequence number written on it.

After the first 500 people finish burning incense, they will randomly draw a lucky person from the paper with the corresponding number written on it and reward him or her with an amulet.

Each amulet can resist three fatal damages.

A talisman is equivalent to three extra lives.

In order to ensure fairness, the action of drawing the paper was done by the young master.

The number of people selected will increase by 500 in each batch thereafter, and will gradually increase to 1,000, 1,500, and 2,000.

This was announced to the believers earlier at the end of the grand consecration ceremony.

Therefore, when Rong Niang returned, the believers who had finished burning incense gathered in the open space of the last hall and waited.

Even though the hope is slim, no one is willing to leave early.

"The young master is coming! The young master is coming!"

"It's time to start!"

Everyone was looking forward to seeing Rong Niang.

A maid dressed in Kuntao brought up a glass box.

Rong Niang reached her little hand into it, stirred it a few times casually, and then took out a piece of paper with an ordinal number written on it.

"Serial number four hundred and thirty-two!"

Rong Niang raised her voice.

A middle-aged man with a big belly and rich clothes squeezed out of the crowd, holding a wooden sign excitedly:

"It's me! It's me! I'm four hundred and thirty-two!"

Everyone looked at him with envy. The middle-aged man looked so proud and elated.

He ran forward with a speed that was inconsistent with his size, ready to claim his own amulet.

This talisman looks no different from the talisman papers sold in ordinary temples and Taoist temples. They are all ginger-yellow talisman papers with unfamiliar symbols drawn on them.

The only difference is that the red runes on it have a subtle luster.

Rong Niang folded the talisman paper into a small triangle, handed it to the other party, and instructed:

"Please keep it properly. Burning or severe damage will render the talisman ineffective."

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, young master!"

The middle-aged man took the small triangle in his hands as if it were a treasure, quickly took out a sachet and put the thing in it.

As soon as he left Rong Niang's presence, several dignitaries surrounded him.

"Brother! Can you sell me the amulet? I'll give you five hundred taels!"

"Brother, I'll give you one thousand taels! Sell it to me!"

"I'll give you 1,200 taels. Sell it to me!"

The middle-aged man squeezed through them like a loach and ran out, saying as he ran:

"No, no! No matter how much money you pay, I won't sell it to you!"

His name was Chai Huliang. He was a businessman specializing in medicinal materials and had several thousand taels of silver on hand.

He valued this amulet that could protect him more than silver.

Everyone expressed regret.

Many people are thinking about waiting a little longer, until someone in the next batch draws the amulet before buying it.

Zhang Jinghong in the crowd thought for a moment, then said to his half-brother Zhang Jingda:

"Second brother, go out and buy license plates right away. Don't be stingy with your money. It would be best if you can get all the next 1,000 license plates."

Jingu is not against the deal.

If he could collect all the number plates, then no matter which number he drew, it would be their Zhang family that would get the amulet.

Zhang Jingda immediately took the order and walked quickly to the square outside, shouting loudly:

"Collect the numbered wooden plaques, one hundred coins each!"

Many civilians immediately rushed forward upon hearing this, expressing their willingness to sell the wooden signs they had to him.