My Livestreaming Metaphysics & Gossip Became an Internet Sensation

Jiang Yiqing inherits a temple, but… the temple is in ruins and needs repairs. Worse, there are no believers, so he must find a way to develop it. Desperate, he starts livestreaming. But his livestream is a little special—he tells fortunes live. — At first, everyone treats this livestream room that appeared out of thin air as a joke. Until… A top-ranked streamer comes to provoke him, and Jiang Yiqing is stunned: “The serial killer from Huangshan Town, who disappeared 26 years ago, is actually livestreaming now? And you came to me for a fortune-telling? You’re quite bold.” That same day, the police issue a statement and award Jiang Yiqing a banner for his unexpected assistance. A woman who struggles with infertility seeks his help after years of failed treatments. Jiang Yiqing casually counts on his fingers and says: “This sister, you’re perfectly fine. Did your husband ever suggest adopting a child? Because the truth is, the child was born from him and his mistress. Run.” Everyone: Wait, she’s not the problem? Her husband is? Damn, that’s a lot of information to process… From then on, the comment section takes a wild turn… “The streamer sang a song yesterday, and I slept like a dead pig. My mom almost thought I was dead…” “Thank you, streamer, for saving my life!” “…” — Due to his partnership with the underworld, Jiang Yiqing becomes frustrated by their inefficiency. So, in his spare time, he helps them develop technology. “Damn, I was born with the ability to see ghosts. Yesterday, I watched my grandma pass away, held my phone, and checked the nearby ghosts. And guess what? Thanks to Master Jiang, the underworld now has its own ghost social network. I couldn’t hold back my tears—what did you do?!” “My grandfather asked for Master Jiang’s autograph in my dream, saying it’s now hard currency in the underworld…” — Meanwhile, the big boss becomes Jiang Yiqing’s top supporter, enduring his tone-deaf singing every day. Over time, the boss starts looking at him differently. Jiang Yiqing: “…” No, you’re actually finding emotions in my singing? Your taste is really something else. But… looking at the boss’s face… well, I guess it’s not impossible? Except, there’s one problem—he soon realizes that the boss might not be human… — Mini-Theater: One night, Wen Xiuyan notices that Jiang Yiqing sneaks out late and decides to follow him. He ends up at an ancestral temple, filled with the strong scent of incense. The ancestral temple is “lively” at midnight. A line of ghosts queues up, while Jiang Yiqing sits cross-legged beside them, calmly saying: “Take your time, one by one—no ghost money.” “Want to reincarnate faster? Sign up here. If you work in the underworld for a hundred years, you get VIP access.” Who says you need millions of believers? Who says ghosts can’t be believers too?