Ning An's Wild Wish System

”My son Fengxian?”

Ning An was momentarily at a loss, dumbfoundedly uttering this sentence.

”Foster Father, I’m not called Fengxian, I’m called Dachui, Wang Dachui.”

Wang Dachui was skilled at taking advantage, smiling obsequiously, trying to climb up the ladder.

From the moment he entered the door, he had already decided that he wanted his younger brother to rise, not caring about face!

As long as Ning An could help him solve this problem, he wouldn’t just offer incense at home daily; he’d even be willing to build a temple!

The viewers in the livestream were dumbfounded, unsure of what to make of it.

”Whoa, wait a second, has this version evolved to such a level now? It used to be seduction, and if that didn’t work, they’d just start recognizing people as foster fathers?”

”Isn’t the little Daoist only in his twenties? Judging by his usual behavior, he probably hasn’t even held a woman’s hand, and now someone is calling him ’foster father’? And it’s a middle-aged man!”

”Sigh, you don’t get it, do you? What’s called a middle-aged man? Didn’t you see that blue-and-white checkered shirt on him — a standard IT guy outfit. I’ll bet, despite looking old, he might not be much older than Brother Sect Leader.”

”Well... it’s not so bad, eh? You don’t even have to go through the pains of marriage and can directly get such a big son. Seems... not bad.”

”Damn it! Seduction, harassment, foster father — I have to say, there aren’t many moves left for our Evil God Cult. Everyone, think of a way, quick!”

”...”

As the bullet comments were flying, Ning An snapped out of it and quickly helped him up.

”Layman, please rise, please rise. Whatever it is, let’s sit down and talk it over.”

The man before him appeared older than himself, kneeling and calling him ’foster father’ — wasn’t this forcing him to be Dong Zhuo?

While pouring tea, Ning An observed his life chart.

Like most people, the main tone was white, with a hint of gold.

This indicated that the man before him was neither a criminal nor someone afflicted by evil thoughts, but a normal, regular person who might even do a good deed occasionally.

Looking closely at his facial features, Ning An internally calculated, but the more he calculated, the stranger it seemed.

Wealth, prosperity, and longevity all firmly held the central palace, and his features showed his career was flourishing, he had a beautiful wife, and his elders were in good health. He should have nothing significant to ask for.

”This is really strange.”

Ning An thought this, but his expression didn’t change.

After the man’s breath had steadied, Ning An measured his words: ”Layman, may I ask, what brings you here?”

The livestream viewers also perked up their ears.

After all, grabbing hold of Ning An’s leg right away and even calling him ’foster father’ indicated that what he sought was not trivial.

At Changchun Temple, regular incense offerings strictly adhered to the principle of equivalence: the bigger the request, the higher the price. This cost was a hot topic of discussion.

”Uh...”

Wang Dachui’s face turned red, seemingly deaf to Ning An’s question, only mumbling, ”This incense is truly fragrant, good tea, good tea.”

Got it!

Ning An understood that this guy’s wish was likely unusual and that he was too embarrassed to say it out loud.

In such cases, Ning An didn’t press further; after all, everyone has their privacy. With millions of eyes watching the livestream, it’s only normal to be embarrassed.

After the man finished his tea, Ning An smilingly asked, ”Then layman, would you like to make an incense offering?”

After hearing this, Wang Dachui gritted his teeth and gave a nod as if ready to meet his fate:

”Yes, I want to offer incense and make a wish!”

”Good, please follow me.”

Ning An didn’t ask any more questions, leading him with a smile to the incense table and picking up three incense sticks, lighting them.

”Come, layman, first make a wish before the incense burner, and upon finishing, you can go into the temple to converse with the Master Ancestor.”

As Ning An led Wang Dachui toward the incense burner, the viewers in the livestream waited with bated breath in anticipation.

”If he was asking for marriage, wealth, or even recovery in illness, he would have just said so. But coming straight out with a big one and then hesitating at the last moment is quite suspicious!”

”Could it be the walking half a million? Given that the neighboring countries look nearly the same as us, it might just be that someone wants to use Brother Sect Leader’s incense to do some mischief.”

”Probably not. If it were true, Brother Sect Leader would have seen through it.”

”Even if Brother Sect Leader couldn’t see through it, wouldn’t the Master Ancestor figure it out? At that point, if the Master got angry, some places might even sink, hahaha.”

”Moreover, Changchun Temple’s ordinary incense follows the equivalence principle, so he makes his wish, and if it’s really big, we’ll see if he suffers any consequences.”

”Hahaha snickers, you must be talking about Han Xiuxian, right? That stunt of changing nationalities made the Master Ancestor angry, indiscriminately unleashing wrath. Just thinking about it makes me happy!”

”...”

Under the eager anticipation of the livestream viewers, Wang Dachui took the lit incense sticks.

”If there’s anything, just ask me directly.”

Afterward, Ning An no longer paid attention to the man, casually returning to his lounge chair.

Holding the incense sticks, Wang Dachui stared at the incense burner, preparing to bow forward and make his wish, yet hesitated as if uncertain, standing up again.

Back and forth, over and over.

The curiosity of the livestream viewers was thoroughly piqued by this scene.

”This troublesome guy, what kind of wish is he making that he looks so conflicted?”

”Could it be that he’s afraid the cost of his big wish will make him regret it later?”

”Sigh! Isn’t this a normal thing? The little Daoist has mentioned more than once that the size of the cost depends on the size of the wish. The bigger the wish, the greater the cost.”