Ning An's Wild Wish System

With the surging popularity, more and more netizens flooded into Ning An’s livestream room to see what was going on.

Ning An’s livestream room was exploding with activity.

”Brother Sect Leader, I’ve missed you so much, do you know how I spent these days without you?”

”How else would you spend them? Hugging figurines and watching cherry blossom DVDs, I guess.”

”Bah, fools! In my heart, Brother Sect Leader is an eternal god! Other red skeletons, don’t even try to compare!”

”So, you’re admitting you watched DVDs? Go on, tell us whose you watched.”

As the trend continues to ferment, more and more foreign netizens break through barriers to join the Dragon Country audience in watching the stream.

Ning An explains the rules to enthusiastic incense burners while chatting with friends in the stream about medical knowledge, enjoying himself greatly.

The livestream has become a new kind of tree hole as everyone leaves messages in the comments laying out their own wishes.

Someone wants to get rich overnight without any consequences, someone wants a rich and handsome partner, someone wishes...

And so on, endlessly.

The die-hard fans who declared themselves cult followers from the start are constantly creating new versions, adding more heat to Ning An and Changchun Temple.

Chasing stars is a form of pursuit, fan circles are all about chasing stars, so why not chase a Daoist Master with the strongest sense of mystery? It’s more thrilling than star-chasing, isn’t it?

To be honest, the traffic in Ning An’s livestream room, if shared with others, would be more than enough to fill them up.

That’s the charm of peak viral content!

Countless comments are overtaken by new ones the moment they appear, so fast that Ning An can’t fully see the previous content before it disappears into the vast sea of comments.

Various cool gifts are sent recklessly, competing for the number one spot. Several rich women in the room fight intensely, sending rare gifts in overwhelming quantities to a breathtaking degree.

”Dear residents, please act within your means; don’t let others’ spending affect you, always let your wallet speak for you.”

Ning An said this while glancing at a young couple.

The couple hadn’t stepped inside yet, but their argument had already reached Ning An’s ears.

As they set foot inside the temple, the husband’s angry expression paused briefly as he bowed devoutly to the front.

Meanwhile, the wife looked at her husband with disdain, rolling her eyes ceaselessly.

”This is Changchun Temple, don’t cause trouble,” the man whispered, half-pleading, half-commanding.

Seeing this, Ning An stood up, approached them, chuckled, and asked, ”Are you two here to make a wish with incense?”

The man tried to force a smile, awkwardly responded, ”Of course, of course.”

But soon, he couldn’t hold it in anymore, tears streamed down as this grown man cried.

Meanwhile, the wife moved several steps away, the disdain in her eyes was evident.

There’s definitely an issue here!

Who is Ning An? Before crossing over, he was a tireless researcher who read through hundreds of T-documents, instantly perceiving the issue.

”Resident, don’t cry, just tell your troubles to the gods, the immortals will surely bless you.”

As Ning An’s spirit scanned him, the man suddenly felt clear-headed, all sad and negative emotions vanished, and his tears stopped.

This happened to coincide with Ning An’s breakthrough, allowing him to drive away negative emotions.

Otherwise, his words might not have had this effect.

Seeing Ning An hand over incense and a QR code, the man nodded silently, just as he took out his phone, his wife sneered:

”With the little money you earn, you still want to seek incense like others? I’ve had enough bad luck sticking with you sitting in western winds.”

The man said nothing, just silently transferred the money.

”Daoist Master, before making a wish, can I share my story?”

”Certainly, please have a seat.”

Bringing over some small chairs, Ning An handed over two bottles of mineral water, sat back leisurely, waiting to listen to the story.

The man sighed, began reminiscing about when he first started university.

It was a clear autumn day, Zhang Peng, wearing simple but clean clothes, arrived at the university with a determined look.

But as he entered, his determined gaze turned into infatuation.

During the first days of university, senior students welcome newcomers, and it’s during this event he met his ’moonlight crush’ for life — Li Pingping.

That day, Li Pingping had her hair tied in a simple high ponytail, fair skin making her lips and teeth stand out even more, almond-shaped eyes slightly upturned, with long but sparse eyelashes, every detail caught Zhang Peng’s heart.

Zhang Peng came from a poor village, was fully aware that he couldn’t match a girl like her, even if his family sold everything.

In Ning An’s mind, only a few words echoed — ’moonlight crush’.

As the saying goes — ’moonlight crushes’ are meant for reminiscing.

Though Ning An looked at the couple before him, he couldn’t see a hint of affection in Li Pingping’s eyes, yet it didn’t alter the reality they were husband and wife.

Zhang Peng’s next words made the whole story more intriguing.

After the fleeting encounter, he never forgot Li Pingping, painstakingly figuring out her class schedule and daily routine.

From then on, he’d hold a book titled ”Alive” and deliberately sing out loud on the path Li Pingping passed, just hoping she’d glance at him.

Every time Li Pingping passed by, Zhang Peng felt even the breeze was sweet, expressing feelings to the wind, which carried them to his beloved.

Every day before Li Pingping’s 8 a.m. class, Zhang Peng would wake up at 6, queue at her favorite bun shop, and place them on her desk.

Since Li Pingping studied foreign languages, she had specific classrooms with usually fixed seats.

Through wind and rain, he kept doing this, though even after all this, he could only secretly admire Li Pingping like a mouse, crazy and mad for her, endlessly banging against walls for her.

Though rural children may be a bit insecure, it means they accept new things strongly due to lacking other attributes.

Thus, he started improving himself crazily on this fertile ground, just to one day succeed on his own, reclaim the goddess.

Whoa, a bootlicker!

Ning An’s heart skipped straight away, this story was a classic bootlicker tale!

In typical novel scenarios, bootlickers don’t get names, they’re just foils for the female lead.

Perhaps noticing Ning An’s differing gaze, Zhang Peng removed his glasses and gave a bitter smile:

”Little Daoist, you might think this story shouldn’t have a conclusion, right?”

Ning An nodded, refraining from perfunctory words.

Practitioners speak truth, in any case real facts outweigh rhetoric.

Looking at his wife beside him, Zhang Peng’s face grew even more bitter:

”Because this story is, after all, open-ended.”