Ning An's Wild Wish System-Chapter 87 - 81: Tied to Patriotic Sentiment, Openly Scheming Against Changchun Temple
But.
Policy at the top, countermeasures below.
After Daoist Xuan Qing finished speaking, the other Daoist Masters all exchanged knowing smiles.
They were all old foxes, experts in getting things done without leaving a trace.
Immediately, Daoist Xuan Ye, who was the first to echo support, adopted a humble demeanor and said:
"Fellow brothers, I have an idea. Do you remember our previous pilgrim from Korea, Han Xiuxian?"
Goodness gracious!
The other Daoist Masters were instantly intrigued.
Daoist Xuan Ye’s mouth curled up, and he said:
"After he was diagnosed with an incurable disease, he has been wandering around Dragon Country hoping for a miracle cure."
"We can subtly leak Elder An’s information, which will surely pique his interest!"
"Divine beings have national borders, but faith does not; if Changchun Temple doesn’t truly have ghosts, then we’re essentially helping it become famous again."
Goodness gracious!
No wonder this old fellow could secure the second position in the Dragon and Tiger Temple.
With this one stroke, like a cunning fox, he swallows Changchun Temple whole without leaving a trace!
By saying half and leaving half unsaid, it becomes most lethal.
If Changchun Temple refuses Han Xiuxian’s incense offerings, then Dragon and Tiger Temple can secretly fan the flames and directly accuse Changchun Temple of falsehoods.
If Changchun Temple agrees, that’s even better; Dragon and Tiger Temple can bind the public’s national pride and nail Changchun Temple on the pillar of shame.
Even if in Gomoku two four-in-a-row appear simultaneously, no matter how you block, you still lose.
Anyway you look at it, this is a bottomless pit.
After hearing this idea, the other Daoists first nodded, then put on a sympathetic expression.
"Alas, our Dragon and Tiger Temple is not petty. If Changchun Temple truly has the skill, then they deserve to thrive."
"Indeed, we do not intend harm; if they truly possess ability, surviving this challenge means dawn after the dark; if not, they avoid future embarrassment."
"Politics among Daoists; even if Changchun Temple can’t survive, our Dragon and Tiger Temple could lend a hand; we won’t watch as a fellow sect suffers."
Listening to the fellow brothers’ words made Xuan Ye feel deeply disgusted.
Look at that.
What hypocrisy!
The word itself feels wasted on them.
Naturally, Ning An was unaware of the scheming in Dragon and Tiger Temple.
Seeing the letter left by his sister, Ning An felt neither joy nor sorrow, as usual opening doors to welcome guests.
As soon as Ning An opened the door, his view was entirely blocked by a bright-red silk banner.
Written upon it:
[The Merciful, Compassionate Changchun Temple, Benevolent Daoist Master Ning over Nine Lifetimes.]
Behind the silk banner, the leading figure was the previous incense burner Old Zhao, accompanied by people of all ages, all looked sincerely at Ning An.
Behind them were long and short cameras, all aiming at the temple entrance, striving to capture the first frame.
As soon as Ning An opened the temple doors, Old Zhao and his companions excitedly crowded around him.
Old Zhao immediately handed the silk banner to Ning An, his eyes filled with excitement and sincerity:
"Little Daoist, I’m here to repay my wish, thank you for helping me find my son..."
Before he finished speaking.
The half-grown young man beside him, who resembled Old Zhao in appearance, suddenly knelt on the ground.
Before Old Zhao could speak and others could react, he immediately gave three loud kowtows.
"I, Zhao Kang, will never forget this lifesaving grace from the Daoist Master, even if words cannot express my gratitude. I know not how to repay you, may you live a long life with blessings as vast as the East Sea..."
Seeing Zhao Kang about to kowtow again, Ning An quickly helped him up.
"Get up, get up, it’s not thanks to the little Daoist; it’s all thanks to the police’s efforts and your father’s persistence, the little Daoist is undeserving and ashamed to receive your thanks."
Then, Ning An moved aside and gestured to the father and son:
"Laymen Zhao, please."
"Please."
Old Zhao grasping Zhao Kang’s hand, excitedly stepped into the temple gate.
As Ning An turned to guide visitors, journalists among the cameras spoke:
"Daoist Ning, is the incensed wish for Changchun Temple truly efficacious?"
"Daoist Ning, what’s your opinion on the cost of incense offerings?"
"Daoist Ning..."
Faced with enthusiastic journalists, Ning An felt somewhat overwhelmed.
He held little fondness for these journalists.
Thus slightly shook his head and said:
"Sorry, no comment."
Nevertheless, those journalists kept pressing on avidly.
Thinking it over, Ning An decisively sent two messages to Ma Baoguo.
"Dear journalists, apologies, the founder can’t abide camera equipment. As you’re not here for incense offerings, I won’t invite you in, thank you for understanding."
After speaking.
Ning An leisurely walked back into the temple under the journalists’ gaze.
Seeing Ning An’s straightforwardness, the journalists were somewhat bewildered.
Their prepared questions felt submerged, sinking back without surfacing.
Some journalist was preparing to forcibly enter to film when his phone rang.
Not just his, all journalists present had their phones ringing.
After answering the call, within a few breaths, their expressions changed entirely.
They glanced at Changchun Temple, eyes filled with apprehension and longing.
Then, all packed up equipment, ready to return.
...
Ning An returned to the Prayer Hall and glanced at the livestream room.
Countless viewers had flooded the livestream room.
Various gifts and bullet comments surged up.
"Oh wow, first time seeing Brother Sect Leader streaming this late; I usually skip calculus class for his stream, today’s perfect during dinner."
"Hehe, Brother Sect Leader cleared a park area, more rest is understandable."
"Can’t accept, Brother Sect Leader cleared a site without me, now I don’t understand, hmph!"
The die-hard fans in the livestream room fully embraced the vibe.
Seeing the surge in bullet comments, Ning An also chuckled internally.
"Illegal political discussion, careful or net police might trace your water meter through the internet."
Thereafter, Ning An pointed towards the devoutly incense-offering Zhao father and son, saying:
"Old Zhao the Layman, remember him? He’s here to repay his wish."
Wow!
Upon hearing about repaying vows, the live viewers instantly energized.
"Old Zhao? Is he the one who offered Divine Invitation Incense online hoping to find his son?"
"Hahahaha, Daoist Master, advise him today that there’s no Divine Invitation Incense, ordinary incense will come at a cost."
"Last time when Granny Wang and her daughter repaid their vow, thinking about the daughter’s mouth full of ulcers, I couldn’t help but laugh."
With a slight smile, Ning An timely adjusted the camera to focus on the father and son’s backs.
"Father-son reunion, truly wonderful, human traffickers deserve damnation!"
"Don’t mention, Changchun Temple in this domain at least delivers, even ordinary incense works, giving at least some clues."
"Absolutely."
However, looking at the camera-fixed Zhao father and son, albeit moved, the livestream viewers felt slightly disappointed.
Father and son merely offered incense sincerely without wishing.
Far less amusing than the girl with mouth ulcers.
