Chapter 329: Chapter 204: When Even Viagra Can’t Save You, Try Changchun Temple

For these two months, without any cultivation, he hasn’t had a bit of energy, purely keeping him celibate.

To Ning An, the so-called Spiritual Land and Spirit Stone are useless; Changchun Temple is the foundation that allows him to grow stronger step by step.

After posting a notice of Changchun Temple’s reopening, Ning An then had a delightful, deep sleep.

The next day, he got up just like before, first cleaned the yard, then opened the door to welcome guests, and subsequently started his live stream.

Once he started the stream, Ning An himself was startled.

In just half a minute, hundreds of thousands of people swarmed into Ning An’s live stream room, traffic ten times larger than usual.

"Two months, two months! Heartless Brother Sect Leader, you left us without a word. Honestly, are you secretly married to some sly vixen?"

"Damn it! Last time, those two seductive foxes openly tried to lure Brother Cult Leader. I sensed something was wrong then, but didn’t expect him to stop streaming for two months after that—analyze this, dissect this!"

"I’m devastated! Brother Cult Leader, say something, speak up! Did you marry that foreign bombshell who flirted with you wearing a cheongsam the other day? I’m crying here."

"Brother Sect Leader, do you know how awful it was when you weren’t here? Poor sleep, tasteless meals, only boring, borderline videos to watch with no spiritual content!"

"Today, you must give us an explanation, a promise! A random two-month hiatus turned me from a cute girl into a sharp-tongued woman!"

...

Countless comments poured in; Ning An glanced briefly and felt dazed.

He only took a break for two months, yet this made him feel as if he was resurrected from the dead.

Nonetheless, seeing so many friends willing to support him, Ning An felt unexpectedly moved.

Pondering a bit, Ning An smiled and said, "In the future, if I’m busy again, I’ll strive to stream at least once a week, never letting your love down."

Wow!

"Not in vain! I saw the news yesterday and went to bed early. Opening my eyes to good news!"

"Great! That’s the promise we wanted, recorded and saved!"

"Brothers, let’s monitor him together. If he goes back on his word, we’ll form a group and beat him up at Changchun Temple!"

"Hahaha, let it go, my good brothers, you might end up being served as dishes if you go; you might as well burn incense to curse him with hair loss, baldness."

"Such a ruthless heart above, count me in when the time comes, I’ll go too!"

"..."

Looking at the lively streaming room, Ning An graced a fond smile.

In those days of streaming, these adorable viewers, although he hadn’t met them, he reserved a spot for them in his heart.

Originally, he started streaming merely to attract them to burn incense at Changchun Temple, seeking nothing else.

Unexpectedly, in just over half a year, he became a leader in the streaming world.

"Fate indeed toys with people."

Just as Ning An was feeling sentimental, a Santana happened to arrive at the mountain’s foot.

In the driver’s seat, sat a man in his thirties, wearing a blue and white T-shirt, with a face showing some worry.

The winding mountain road wasn’t long, with just a few taps on the pedal, the gates of Changchun Temple became visible vaguely.

With Changchun Temple coming into view, the man’s face shed a bit of worry and gained some hope.

He had heard of Changchun Temple’s effective incense, but when it is about oneself, he felt extremely anxious, fearing it wouldn’t work.

The next moment, his thoughts shifted, he suddenly remembered his stunning wife’s angry shout before he left:

"Wang Dachui, marrying you is the worst luck of my lifetime. If you were quick, I’d forgive it, but you’re both short and soft. When you chased me, didn’t you proudly claim you were 18cm? Where is the rest—did you lose it practicing the Sunflower Manual?"

"I tell you, I like you, but I can’t live with no sexual life as a couple!"

"Two choices for you: in three months, whether it’s surgery or praying to gods, at least get it to stand as long as a middle finger, or get divorced!"

"Just these two choices, pick one yourself, you’re driving me mad!"

Recalling the scene from the morning, Wang Dachui felt his manly dignity was rubbed in the dirt, and a pang of agony in his heart.

To be honest.

No man, having these words thrown at him by his wife, wouldn’t be angry.

Unless he was really like Wang Dachui, with nothing to defend himself.

If it was about other issues during intercourse, like short time, men would think of ways to defend themselves, giving convincing reasons.

Like unpreparedness, recent stress, the demand to go fast, etc.; in any case, they could find a suitable excuse.

But when it comes to being short and thin, it’s innate, a hard injury—there’s no way to find any rationale post-factum for refutation.

He had secretly visited the hospital to consult doctors, yet they shook their heads after examination, indicating surgery won’t be of great help.

At most, they prescribed some excitement pills like Viagra.

This made Wang Dachui more annoyed and ashamed, his problem wasn’t about not standing, but his weaker "younger brother"—he wanted some enhancement!

Helplessly, Wang Dachui resorted to trying the impossible cure at Changchun Temple.

He truly had nowhere else to go!

"Regardless, if the Celestial Empress allows my weak younger brother to strengthen, I’d pay any price!!!"

Wang Dachui roared in his heart, pressed the gas pedal again, driving towards Changchun Temple.

With just three to five minutes, the car reached the mountain top.

Parking the Santana in the designated area, Wang Dachui looked at the gate of Changchun Temple, his heart pounding hard!

He gazed at the temple gate, filled with longing, yet also fear.

After all, it was about a man’s dignity. No matter how small his "younger brother" might be, he remains a man!

"Since I’m here, Wang Dachui, be a damn man, for once!!!"

Resolute, Wang Dachui offset his legs, striding briskly towards Changchun Temple.

At this time, Ning An was indulged in chats with his online friends, unable to break free.

"Daoist Master, why is it I’ve been across the internet for years but never came across anyone challenging the Daoist Temple? Seems like temples no longer accept challenges."

Ning An sighed, "It’s not that temples don’t accept challenges, but those challengers really overplay things. A senior uncle of mine once accepted a challenge; one time, a challenger came at the wrong time, just when it was noon. He had a terrible attitude, yelling about the challenge upon entering the temple.

This enraged my senior uncle who was napping, ran out and beat him for over an hour. If it weren’t for that guy being a fast runner, my uncle would have continued longer.

Assuming the matter was over, that guy went to the hospital for a report check and demanded compensation from my uncle. Since then, no temple accepts challenges anymore."

Upon hearing this, a comment emerged:

"Over an hour! Whoa, then that guy must be really something, enduring so well!"

Ning An sneered, "He didn’t have anything special, just ran fast enough, forcibly enduring as my uncle chased him from the mountain top to the foot, fleeing away."

The stream instantly witnessed an array of "hahaha" comments.

Then, a highly liked comment appeared:

"Daoist Master, can you teach me Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth? Once I master it, I’ll give the Celestial Empress a golden statue!"

Ning An waved his hand calmly, "Just forget about it. If I knew how to do that, I’d have already changed the Celestial Empress’s statue to gold, wouldn’t wait for you?"

While the live stream was in a fun atmosphere, a voice disrupted the harmony.

"Little Daoist, are you home?"

Upon hearing the voice, Ning An paused first, then smiled: "There’s a layperson here to burn incense."

And the viewers in the stream were also thrilled.

"Hehe, guys, someone’s here to make a wish, let’s watch the fun!"

"Listening to the voice, it should be a man, no way he’s come to seduce the little Daoist!"

"Whoa, your IP... you crawl, crawl!!!"

...

While the streaming room was bustling with discussions, Ning An just lifted his head to see a figure rushing over, "thud" landing on his knees before Ning An.

"Little Daoist, please save me, have mercy and save me!"

"As long as you can save me, if you don’t mind, I’ll recognize you as my foster father, enshrining your tablet at home, burning incense for you day and night!"