I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

What is the greatest enemy of the magic thing?
Is it science?

No, it's actually not. If you want to be an excellent magician, you must at least have something you don't know about basic subjects.

Science and magic go hand in hand.

The greatest enemy of magic is precisely what one should rely on logically..."superstition".

The greatest joy of magic is not that the spectators worship the magician as a god—a real god.Rather, he clearly knew that it was a fake, and must have used some method or mechanism, but racked his brains, but couldn't figure out how he did it, and then exclaimed, "It's really amazing".

A magician is an interesting person, not an uninteresting god.

What is Datang's biggest problem now?
It's too superstitious.

Although it was not very obvious, it was all the result of Yin Xuan's pressure.

The group of scholars in the Tongfu Academy are considered to be at the forefront of scientific research in the entire world, and quite a few of them devoutly believe that Yin Xuan is the real God of Wealth.

I feel that Yin Xuan goes to the sky and enters the earth, calls the wind and calls the rain, and is omnipotent.

The reason why they don't do this is because these are tests for ignorant mortals like them.

For things beyond cognition, there will always be people who choose to believe in this way.

The best way to solve this problem is not to dismantle this person in public—the sunk cost is something that most people cannot resist.

After they believe in one thing, it is about their own interests. Even if they really know that these things are all wrong and false, most of them will stand on that position without hesitation.

It is indeed a good way to run schools and study to eliminate illiteracy.

But this is the way to solve the future. Only when this group of superstitious people gradually lose their right to speak can this problem be completely solved.

Is there a way to deal with the superstitious mentality of this group of people head-on?

Of course there is.

You only need to show something similar to a "miracle" in front of them, and then let them learn it and perform it in person, and they will naturally no longer be able to believe in anything superstitious.

There are always people who say something about the people in the land of China who don't believe in superstition and gods... The people in the land of China are people without belief.

This kind of statement is very ridiculous.

On the contrary, it is precisely because people in this land of China do not believe in any gods, so they are people who truly have faith, believe in their own hands, and believe in their own future. Isn't this enough to have faith?

And those who have so-called beliefs, in Yin Xuan's view, are the ones who really have no beliefs.

They don't believe that they have the ability to change their lives, and they only know to pin their hopes on those illusory gods.

If they knew that they could do the same thing as the gods—at least the image of the gods in their hearts would be destroyed.

At least don't think of yourself as a god anymore, how to put it... This feeling is very strange.

Having sorted out his thoughts, Yin Xuan nodded lightly: "Maybe this person is really useful, so you can bring him here."

Jiu'er nodded, and glanced at You Xia'er standing behind him.

The ranger rushed out the door quickly.

After a while, he took a man who looked honest and honest, so simple that he couldn't tell the difference between him and the land when he was placed on the ridge of the field.

It's just that Yin Xuan didn't have time to chat with him at this time, and the number of guests gradually increased, so Yin Xuan's first thing to do was to receive guests.

The man squatted in the backyard, and the two rangers watched him, lest he do anything outrageous.

It's okay to just do damage.

If any pickles are left in this yard, then this piece of land can't be taken...

The rangers all know how clean their own Dalang is - at most, he has to take a bath every three days, which is part of their daily regulations.

Wait until late at night.

The man lay down in the haystack and fell into a deep sleep. After Yin Xuan washed his hands and came to the yard, the two rangers gave a jolt and woke up completely.

One of the rangers raised his foot and kicked the man.

The man raised his hand to scratch his butt, smacked his lips, and slept soundly, showing no signs of waking up.

You Xia'er's face darkened, and he kicked hard again.

The man woke up with a start, and turned his head to look around in a daze—it was not a familiar home, but a strange place, and there was a good-looking man in front of him...

He just woke up, his mind was not clear enough, and it took him a long time to realize... Oh, he was captured by those rangers of Zhengyang Gong.

It was also rumored that Mr. Zhengyang was a handsome man with unparalleled beauty.

Then isn't this good-looking man in front of me the Duke of Zhengyang?
The man figured this out, his eyes widened, he quickly turned over and knelt down, with a trembling voice: "Little man, villain pays homage to the God of Wealth."

Yin Xuan raised his eyebrows.

The man also knew that he had said something wrong, so he said, "Bah, I met Mr. Zhengyang."

Yin Xuan waved his hand upwards: "Get up, there is no need to be so polite."

The man stood up trembling.

"What's your name?" Yin Xuan asked again.

The man replied: "Little Zhang Ji."

Zhang Laosi?

The name is perfunctory enough.

Yin Xuan waved at him and led him to the front hall.

Zhang Ji was taken aback, a little at a loss, he was still wondering, could it be that his name was too ugly?Mr. Zhengyang is not willing to talk to himself?
Don't... Talk to the God of Wealth a few more times, maybe you can get some more money, and when you are released from prison and go to gamble again, you might win a few big wins.

You Xia'er kicked him: "What are you waiting for, hurry up and follow."

Zhang Ji suddenly realized that this was what he meant, so he hurriedly followed him to the front hall.He lifted the curtain, and the first thing he saw was the mahjong table that Li Yuan and the others had left untied.

Yin Xuan was sitting at the table and beckoned to him: "I heard that you have a thousand skills, come here and show me."

Zhang Ji came over and took a look at the mahjong: "Mr. Zhengyang, the material of your mahjong is a little... different, I might have to get familiar with it."

Yin Xuan nodded and signaled to him that he could do whatever he wanted.

Zhang Ji took a deep breath.

Qianshu and farming are the two skills he is most proud of - he was taken to the gambling house by his father when he was ten years old, and he has not had a finger cut off until now.

Except for a few people who know that he knows a thousand skills, most people think that this person is just a piece of shit luck, the kind of person who is born with good luck.