[Marvel] [System] [Feel-Good]
I, Zhang Qingming, am a former Taoist priest from Mount Longhu and now a charlatan in New York. After landing in Marvel, I have just one goal in life: make money and go home!
As the Chitauri Army came roaring in, S.H.I.E.L.D. stood at the ready, and the superheroes prepared to charge.
Only Zhang Qingming calmly pulled out a tattered banner and called out warmly:
“Boundless blessings, Celestial Worthy! Travelers from afar, my banner offers room and board, with five-star service. Come on in for a chat!”
Iron Man said he was peddling superstition, Thor said he was blaspheming the gods, while the Ancient One, watching the Vishanti lose sleep because of his racket, fell into deep thought.
When Thanos snapped his fingers, he discovered that the souls of half of all living beings had not vanished. Instead, they had appeared inside that spirit-summoning banner, lining up to be reincarnated.
Thanos: “This is impossible...”
Zhang Qingming (picking his nose): “When it comes to family planning, China is the expert. You want to kill half the population for ecological balance? Fellow Daoist, you're thinking too small. Ever heard of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and sustainable development?”
[Reader Advisory]
Eastern Taoist priests specialize in physical exorcism. The magic crowd would take one look and call him a pro.
His golden finger points straight to Eastern mythology, with a delightfully eccentric style that puts every skeptic in their place.
I want to say that the author, your Stark is a bit poor, not as rich as the Starks of other fanfics on the market!
Something that can save your life, 100,000? Do you think Stark will ask for 100,000?
Come on, come on, come on
Don't know what to say
Poorest Stark