Ning An's Wild Wish System-Chapter 63 - 58: Rise Again, My Love, Miss Mount Fuji

Chapter 63: Chapter 58: Rise Again, My Love, Miss Mount Fuji

Just as Ox Head finished speaking, a foot flew from the side, directly kicking him to the ground.

Seemingly not satisfied, Horse Face swung his fist hard, hitting Ox Head directly in the face, causing his face to bruise in shades of blue and purple.

Even more outrageous, Horse Face was punching with one hand while firmly covering Ox Head’s mouth with the other, leaving Ox Head teary-eyed and unable to make a sound.

When he was almost done, Horse Face tossed aside the useless piece of iron and turned to smile.

Ning An, watching this scene, didn’t say much, and merely remarked:

"I don’t know about others, but for me, there’s never a 100% certainty in anything under the heavens. Even the Celestial Dao is fifty yet only forty-nine, with one hidden away.

Who dares guarantee helping others? Talk too big and achieve nothing, hurting both others and yourself, what for."

Ox Head, faced full of bruises, upon hearing this, felt enlightened, and then lowered his head in shame.

But he couldn’t be fully blamed, after all, the Witch Race was famous for being simple-minded big guys, and the branch Ox Head belonged to was precisely known for lacking intelligence.

"The young master speaks rightly, truly wise and strong."

Horse Face, thoughtfully playing the part of the sidekick, gave a thumbs up and praised:

"The young master indeed is the foster child selected by the Great Emperor, worthy of being among dragons, even phoenixes would barely match you. We don’t have any other issues, just purely here for a chat and to celebrate the young master’s grand ceremony."

Ning An turned his head forcefully, speechless, "Fine, take them away."

As Ox Head and Horse Face retreated, gods came in batches to burn incense and worship at the temple.

When everything was finally done, it was already sunset.

Looking at the pile of treasures on the ground, Ning An felt no interest, he only wanted to sleep soundly.

"Send me out of the city!"

As Ning An finished speaking, a seven-colored auspicious cloud drifted over, followed by a line of Witch Race Yin Chas.

Not caring for other details, Ning An jumped onto the cloud, then rode the wind away, arriving outside the inner city in an instant.

The Earth God, waiting for some time, noticed the commotion, scanned with his Immortal Sense, and half-exclaimed, "Damn!" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Is this still that mortal Ning An?

Ning An stood on the cloud in front, black hair flying, spirited and full of vigor, his body emitting dazzling golden light.

Behind him were passionate Witch Race warriors, and many notable figures!

This wasn’t sending someone out of the city, it was the Underworld being unhappy with something, sending troops to fight!

When Ning An returned to the temple, the first thing he did wasn’t to worship Emperor Fengdu’s statue, nor to open the temple to visitors or start a livestream, but to collapse into bed and sleep.

When he woke, it was already midday of the next day.

After finishing the temple’s daily tasks, Ning An started the livestream again.

As soon as the livestream opened, tens of thousands flooded in.

"Brother Sect Leader, it’s been two days, I nearly died missing you!!!"

"Exactly, no other kind-hearted streamer disappears so suddenly. Only us Evil God Cult members are kind, keeping busy these days without rest, and it still doesn’t earn a single thank you from Brother Sect Leader, it’s heartbreaking."

...

Ning An showed no mercy to these comments, rapidly typing on the keyboard, blending in with the netizens.

But very soon, a comment caught Ning An’s attention.

"Hey, I want that Divine Invitation Incense, if it doesn’t extend life, I’ll be dead!"

Ning An’s face immediately darkened.

Is it like those old colonial times!

Do you believe I’ll make a wish on the spot: Revive, my love, Miss Mount Fuji!

For this kind of rude and malevolent person, Ning An turned into an online troll, ending with a blunt "Scram".

As the story of Elder An making a wish here circulated, and with hospital officials vouching for it, people came to Changchun Temple continuously.

Some came to make wishes, others to check in.

Ning An treated all of these people equally.

After all, they were all potential incense burners, even if not, they could boost the temple’s fame and attract more tourists.

However.

For some rude visitors, Ning An truly couldn’t bear them.

Like the current nagging lady, veins bulging on her forehead, criticizing Ning An non-stop.

"Ugh, you Daoist, we’re sincerely making wishes, but you’re there scrolling on your phone, half-heartedly striking the chime. It’s disgusting, with such an attitude, do you believe I’ll complain to the Daoist Association!"

Ning An chuckled lightly, pointing to her position of clasped hands, disdainfully saying:

"You’re using a Buddhist gesture to worship a Daoist god, it’s already good enough for little Daoists to barely strike the chime, what more do you want?"

The surrounding visitors saw this, and incense burners with experience were also indignant.

"Hey, you use clasped hands to worship The Three Pristine Ones, yet the little Daoist still strikes the chime instead of you, that’s already the deep skill of the little Daoist, how dare you shamelessly chirp here."

"Firstly, the incense you burned was your own, they didn’t charge you an incense fee, and secondly, you weren’t worshipping anyone there, you’ve got some nerve!"

"Damn, Auntie you’re something else, daring to act up here! I’m afraid the little Daoist might suddenly say: Ancestor, someone is cyberbullying me, please host justice, hahaha."

Seeing the crowd’s mockery, the lady packed up her live-streaming equipment, leaving in embarrassment.

After the incident ended, Ning An looked at the livestream again.

"Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter, some people pray and offer incense with so many tricks, Ancestor opens their eyes and sees, whoa, such big lotus bulbs."

"With fame comes trouble, Brother Sect Leader please hold on, our Evil God Cult still relies on you to hold the fort!"

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Hah!

Ning An immediately blocked this person.

Before leaving the Netherworld, he ate so many supplements that now his legs are still weak.

There’s no fuel to burn, what fire is there to quell!

Thinking about it, Ning An added a note in his profile and also shared it in the livestream:

"Whether you’re coming to Changchun Temple to offer incense, check-in, or for other reasons, Changchun Temple welcomes you warmly, but please maintain a calm mindset. If your inner fire is too high, or if you have ulterior motives, please visit a temple, there are professional Martial Monks there specializing in calming excessive fire."

Seeing this profile note, the stream viewers erupted in laughter.

"Alright alright, this will spread, Martial Monks specializing in calming excessive fire."

"Ahem, if I’m from Sichuan and Chongqing, would the temple’s Martial Monk treatment plan differ from others?"

"Not sure, but I’m afraid your intestines might not handle it, whether you’ll need to lean against a wall or crawl, just say ’alright’ when you’re out, tch tch tch."

"Heh, nowadays people go to all extremes for more followers.

I just came from that livestream, before coming, they already told their fans, someone wants to mess with Changchun Temple, if the little Daoist’s attitude is slightly off, that person will find a way to make the little Daoist eternally doomed."

Hearing this, the stream viewers shivered.

The wickedness of human hearts, truly terrifying!