Ning An's Wild Wish System-Chapter 65 - 60: Fellow Daoist, This Is Targeted at You—So What Will You Do?
Ning An doesn’t quite understand the matters down the mountain, anyway, he’s already going wild in the live stream room.
"Brother Sect Leader, someone’s bullying me~"
Ning An sneered, "A man in this world should..."
[Prosperity and Wealth rewards a Porsche *1]
"Should ask a Daoist master like me to take charge! Who’s bullying you? Send me his birth date and facial features, see how I can impoverish his fate!"
Ning An swears, he’s not usually this kind of person.
It’s just the layman’s attitude is perhaps sincere.
"Daoist Master, must one wait for the incense to burn out before leaving? Is there a taboo?"
Ning An picks his nose, flicks his fingers, and says:
"If I remember correctly, Dragon and Tiger Temple had a fire a dozen years ago because after incense was burned, no one watched over it, right?"
"..."
"Daoist Master, Daoist Master, someone curses at me every day, but my mom told me the greatest virtue is forgiving others’ faults, but I’m upset, what should I do?"
Ning An slaps the table directly, cursing, "He wants to be cursed, what virtue, curse back and fulfill him!"
This ID hesitantly sends another comment.
"Little Daoist, shouldn’t we Taoists stress Natural Daoist Skills and stay calm?"
"Hehe." Ning An snorts, "Layman, you might not have followed our Daoist Association’s previous official Weibo."
Immediately, the whole live stream room’s screen was filled with lines of "Believe if you want, leave if you don’t, don’t disturb my ascension."
The live stream atmosphere was extremely pleasant, as for the Little Bee mentioned by fellow viewers earlier, Ning An had completely forgotten it.
Though these annoying people are quite irritating, they’ll do anything to make money.
But they burn incense and make wishes, and their wishes are quite strange and different from ordinary people’s wishes.
Compared to the homogenous wishes of asking for wealth and marriage every day, these wishes won’t occupy any slots, and instead, when the system responds to the wish, it brings substantial rewards to him.
Various system rewards pile up, combined with a trip to the Netherworld, vaguely makes Ning An’s image seem more transcendent.
As if a celestial being had descended to the mortal world, making people ever more entranced.
As Ning An’s live stream time grows longer, more infatuated viewers come in, and their strange comments get even more abstract.
"My dream lover is actually here, which Daoist temple’s Little Daoist is this? Why does he look so much like my husband~"
"You little flirt, spring’s already over, and you just start to get playful, huh, also don’t make yourself a fool, with your ugly toad face, you think you can ask my husband to cuddle?"
"Wah wah wah, are there any fanatic fans who want to group up with me to secretly take the Daoist Master’s personal items at Changchun Temple? I’m craving so badly."
"Sign me up, if possible, I can pay the sisters, once I get my hands on it, I want the Little Daoist’s intimate boxers!!!"
Ning An: ???
What the heck is this nonsense?
These outrageous comments Ning An glanced at briefly, afraid that if he looked more, he couldn’t lower his blood pressure.
He encountered such crazy comments only once in his previous life, reading a flop book on some unknown website, rumored to be a dying writer’s final wild fantasy.
He thought such situations only existed in virtual reality...
What a sin!
Ning An was just ready to say a few words, to resist such bad tendencies, when he heard a strange male voice, piercing through the chaotic crowd, reaching his ears.
"Folks, I’ve arrived at Changchun Temple, for those awaiting my incense burning and wish-making, tap your prosperous little hands and give the host a like!"
Whoa!
Ning An’s first impression, which eunuch left the palace?
The voice, sharp and bizarre, just hearing it gave him goosebumps.
Ning An didn’t have any other reaction, but those familiar with this unique tone immediately started flooding the live stream with comments.
"Hey, that duck voice, it must be Little Bee!"
"It really is, when I was browsing the domestic section, his cover looked good, so I clicked in, but that duck quack nearly turned me off!"
"Bro upstairs, same here!"
Seeing the live stream comments, Ning An also understood.
It’s precisely the influencer who viewers mentioned earlier, Little Bee, who came for incense burning.
But what Ning An didn’t expect was that it arrived so quickly, speak of the devil.
Ning An had no intention of welcoming him, as long as he didn’t damage the Daoist temple environment, he could burn incense however he liked.
Anyway, the feedback from the system when responding to such people’s wishes is usually quite good.
The moment the voice fell, Ning An’s view was taken over by a cream-faced young man holding live-streaming equipment.
"Folks, look, this Daoist temple really matches those pictures online perfectly, wow, this brick, this door, is just so... historical!"
Poof!
Ning An hadn’t planned to interject, but hearing this ignorant livestream, couldn’t hold back a laugh.
And this laugh successfully caught Little Bee’s attention.
Upon seeing Ning An for the first time...
This guy directly sparks with his eyes, holding his phone and running over excitedly.
While taking small steps, he exaggeratedly shouted:
"Folks, you won’t believe it, the Little Daoist from Changchun Temple noticed me at first glance, seems like I’m still destined with the temple’s founder."
Upon hearing this, the sentiment of his live stream viewers was unknown, but Ning An’s fans couldn’t stop laughing.
"Don’t mention Brother Sect Leader, with such a sharp voice, even my deaf grandma would cover her ears and turn away, afraid of slapping him twice."
"You know, this guy has some talent too, in ancient times, he’d surely be made a noble advisor, with that voice, it’s a waste not to enter the palace."
"Though I don’t know who he is, just those couple of room entries, I’m greatly shocked, now any demon or ghost can livestream?"
"Isn’t this intentionally being dramatic to attract attention?"
Just as the user said, Little Bee’s voice is indeed intentional.
He once caught a cold, when the live stream produced this eunuch-like voice, he was prepared for losing followers, but the viewer numbers didn’t decrease but increased instead.
This live stream also firmly established his borderline live-stream style.
Ignoring the incense burners’ peculiar looks around him, Little Bee went straight to Ning An.
Just adjusted the live-streaming equipment towards the Prayer Hall, before he could say a word, Ning An straightforwardly:
"Sorry, the Daoist Main Hall prohibits filming live streams, please abide by the rules."
Little Bee’s face turned somewhat dark, saying, "Previously, Aluf..."
"Yes, precisely because of this layman, Changchun Temple established these rules, hope the layman understands."
"I’m going to file a complaint against you, you’re clearly targeting tourists, ruining public unity!"
Little Bee is angry, he had done his homework on Changchun Temple beforehand, there’s absolutely no such rule!
It’s clearly targeting him!
However.
Before he finished speaking, Ning An stretched out his hand and stopped him.
He took out a piece of paper from the drawer and swiftly wrote down large characters on it.
Inside the Prayer Hall, filming live streams is prohibited!
"For such private establishments, without City approval, I absolutely won’t..."
Before Little Bee could roar, Ning An leisurely took out a small stamp from the drawer, looked at Little Bee, and blew lightly.
Under the sunlight, the engraving on the stamp was crystal clear:
Z City Religious Affairs Bureau.
