Ning An's Wild Wish System Chapter 42 - 37: I Grant My Comrades Wellness, and They Gran

"Daoist Ning, co over here for a mont."

Seeing Ding Yizhen waving from not far away, Ning An had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

No matter the reason, this matter had set the tone.

As expected, as soon as he walked over.

"Daoist Ning, we’re not asking for his wish to be granted successfully, we just hope he’ll find comfort in body and mind."

"No matter how he offers incense, asks questions, or divines, you must rember to say only pleasant things, or else..."

Ding Yizhen gave Ning An a complicated look.

Honestly, if not for a series of influencing factors, he would have prepared a Daoist himself.

As for the elegant and profound phrases, that Daoist had to morize them for almost half a month...

"Director Ding, what are you saying?"

"What do you an by the wish not successfully granted? Are you underestimating our Changchun Temple!"

"As long as the elder wishes for longevity, our temple’s founding master can help him. Extending life is not a problem!"

Ning An puffed out his chest, exuding confidence!

At this mont, he felt a little proud.

So what if he’s a charlatan?

Being a charlatan isn’t so bad, because just this once, not even hospitals would dare say this, but he dares!

Why? Because the system has his back.

With the Divine Invitation Incense and Five Ghosts Transport Talisman, if even this can’t add to the lifespan, he’d have to cry when he ets Emperor Fengdu tonight.

"But Director Ding, for a wish like extending life, it greatly exhausts the incense offerings to our founding master so much that one wish is equivalent to a hundred others."

"It’s not that I’m stingy as a little Daoist; for heroes who have served the people, I truly admire them, but I’m just afraid it might affect the efficacy of our founding master, cough, cough, cough."

The squeaky wheel gets the grease!

Ning An isn’t asking for more; he’s just looking to earn a favor.

Not to ntion anything else, just fulfilling Elder An’s wish, and it would only be a matter of ti before the founding master gets a new golden statue!

Seeing Ning An’s pained expression, Ding Yizhen’s face darkened completely.

He sowhat believed that there was sothing uncanny about wishing at this Daoist Temple.

But that wasn’t enough to prove he’d believe that a wish could extend the life of a terminally ill cancer patient!

Up to now, every word from both sides continued to affect the balance.

If you have a bit more chips, mine are a bit less, changing every mont.

"Fine, fine, let’s not say more, if he really gets his wish granted, let’s credit it to your Changchun Temple!"

At this mont, Ding Yizhen couldn’t back down, any slight retreat in his mind was disrespectful to Elder An.

Besides.

What if?

With Ning An’s consent, Wang Shaohua quickly led the team to deploy within the temple.

To ensure that no matter from which direction, soone could quickly rush in to assist Elder An!

As everyone blended in with the incense burners, the sound of police sirens outside the temple grew closer and closer.

Soon, under the attention of many incense burners, the police car leading the convoy was the first to co into view.

A police car escort, what an honor!

This was the amazent of everyone present.

Dozens of fully ard selected officers disembarked in single file, controlling the main gate of Changchun Temple.

The doors of the cars behind the police car also opened.

A white-haired and vigorous elder sat in a wheelchair, slowly wheeling out, with a young woman who looked like a university student pushing him from behind.

At the mont the incense burners saw the elder, they went into a frenzy.

"Oh my gosh! Isn’t that the portrait from my middle school textbook? He’s... he’s alive!"

"You’re nuts! What nonsense, the guy was never dead, okay, illiterate! Dean Li, look here, I’m your fan!"

"That’s Academician An Ruolin, you fake fan, get out of here!"

"Elder An looks much more aged than on TV, sigh."

As a pillar of the nation, Elder An not only appeared in textbooks but also frequently on television.

It could be said that the prosperity of the country is not unrelated to his painstaking efforts.

What made him most beloved by the common people was his tireless effort to dismantle top-tier science from its pedestal.

The most familiar saying of Elder An was:

If science cannot serve humanity, contribute to mankind, then it might as well be blown to smithereens.

Who could not love such an adorable and great elder!

The livestream at this ti was like boiling water, sizzling and hot.

"Aahhh, my heart’s broken, why am I not off today, damn boss, give back my life!!"

"Elder An, the first batch of national academicians, honored by both academies with the title of honorary dean, created countless weapons for the country, aahhh, vile boss, reveal your true form!"

"Oh my God, how long has it been, what happened to Elder An?"

This question echoed the sentints of countless people.

Not long ago, Elder An was still full of vigor, but now he seed to struggle even just waving his hand.

Not only were the online audience and offline incense burners shocked, even Ning An was taken aback.

He had guessed that this big shot was extrely important to the nation, but he hadn’t expected it to be a hero who forged the country’s shield!

He had not been in this world long, but he had heard about An Ruolin.

It’s no wonder that previously Ding Yizhen was so careful despite being present himself.

For such a hero, who wouldn’t be careful!

Ning An, using the Five Ghosts Transporting Technique, glanced over and couldn’t help but turn his head and sigh.

Such a hero, yet, his life was nearing its end.

Elder An’s Life Chart was in dire straits; the four major deities of fortune, nobility, wealth, and longevity were teetering, and cracks were all over his body—as an ordinary person, he would have passed away long ago!

But although Elder An’s Life Chart’s deities were on the verge of vanishing, countless densely packed golden threads were continually trying to piece the shattered Life Chart together.

Though the breakage sped up, part of his vitality was retained.

Appeasing the surrounding incense burners while waiting for the SWAT to clear a path, Ning An strode forward.

"Good day Elder An, this little Daoist greets you."

Seeing the vigorous Ning An, An Ruolin suppressed his pain and managed a smile:

"Good day, Little Daoist. You seem to be in high spirits, youthful yet already heading a temple, truly remarkable, the younger generation surpasses the old..."

"Unlike this old man, creating such a fuss at this stage..."

Ning An modestly bowed a bit, earnestly speaking:

"Without swordsman like Elder An, how could young people like have a chance to make our mark?"

"Our predecessors fought the hard battles that our descendants needed, but if it weren’t for you supporting the soft power struggles, how would today’s youth have opportunities?"

Unintentionally, the control of the wheelchair changed hands.

Under An Xiaofu’s shocked gaze, Ning An had already taken over pushing the wheelchair.

"If you were my grandpa, I’d have to bring two horns to school to boast, and every dog passing by near the village would’ve been given a slap, letting it know I’m An Ruolin’s grandson."

An Ruolin couldn’t help but laugh when he heard this:

"Hahaha, you kid, cough... A Daoist with your personality is rare, this old man likes you!"

Ning An chuckled heartily:

"But if you really were my grandpa, I’m afraid I’d like it a little less."

"Forging the shield of the nation until your last breath, with no ti left to be with your family—I couldn’t accept that!"