"Master, people say there are gods in this Taoist temple. Excuse me, are there really gods in this Taoist temple?"

Facing the reporter's questions, the energetic Song Feng looked somewhat ordinary, and said like an old man of his age: "There is no such thing as immortals. These are just rumors spread by outsiders. These days, we believe in science. Young comrade, feudal superstition is not acceptable~"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a multicolored light streak across the sky in the distance. Then, a middle-aged Taoist swallowed a spinning sword ball and said to the old man anxiously, "Master, this is bad! The demon dragon you suppressed has broken free!"

Hearing this, the old man paused slightly, then looked at the reporter awkwardly and explained, "...Haha, my apprentice loves acting and doing performance art. He's too immersed in his acting."

After he finished speaking, the old man glanced at the reporter, who was skeptical about his life, and asked, "...Is the camera off?"

"It's off...it's off~" The reporter didn't react.

"That's good..." Upon hearing the reporter's words, the old man smiled faintly. A terrifying aura spread from his body. He simply shook his shoulders, and his entire body transformed into a sacred deity that connected heaven and earth. He said in a thunderous voice, "It's just a small loach. I really gave him honor!"

It turned into a beam of light that connected the sky and the earth and disappeared among the crowd in the blink of an eye.

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