Pretended to Tell Fortunes for Twenty Years and Accidentally Became a True Heavenly Master

Grandpa died and left me three things, an old book, a copper coin, and a lot of debt. My name is Ye Lan, a liar from three generations. Drawing fake talismans, chanting fake mantras, and fooling ghosts and gods are the origins of family learning. I originally planned to wash my hands of the problem, but my enemies framed me and forced me to accept a ghost exorcism job worth RMB 100,000. The haunted house where three true Taoist priests were defeated, I bravely entered. I pretended to stick charms and recite spells in a mysterious way - but the piece of scrap paper I drew at random really suppressed the ghost. I was panicked, more panicked than a ghost. The "Liar Sutra" left by my grandfather told me: The more people believe in me, the more genuine the fake magic will be. The trust of one person will bring strength to a room, and the trust of ten thousand people will bring strength to a place!