Chapter 49 Test Engineer Ning Mingmei

With a wave of his green robe, Ning Mingmei led his disciples out of the ruined temple in full view of everyone.

"Will this work?" the system asked him worriedly.

Ning Mingmei: "First, let me propose a hypothesis. What makes this statue drip water is an automated program that Gui Ruoxue implanted in the statue. When our people get close to it, it will stop dripping water. This is the outermost while condition."

do{drip}while(! Ning Mingmei and his disciples approach);

Like this.

In other words, as long as Ning Mingmei leaves, the statue will resume dripping water.

Gui Ruoxue's original purpose was to induce the greed of the townspeople by using the dripping water from the statue. Correspondingly, they will also hate the people of Ningmingmei who bring "bad luck" to the statue and are hated by the statue.

After all, the Qingji Sect is a famous and upright sect. It would not be good if the news of them making enemies with the people and even causing indiscriminate killings got out.

But Ning Mingmei's words reversed the situation.

If the statue continued to drip water after he left, it would confirm Ning Mingmei's words.

The so-called statue is nothing more than a small god that Ning Mingmei would feel fearful of.

The system was impressed: "But what if the statue didn't continue to drip water after you left?"

What if Gui Ruoxue hid in the crowd and manually adjusted the water flow of the statue, and saw through Ning Mingmei's intention?

Ning Mingmei: "So what? In this case, whether the statue drips water or not has nothing to do with us - miracles also have a shelf life."

By the time they finished speaking, they had already walked out of the temple gate. Ning Mingmei looked at the statue in the temple across the stone-paved road.

The idol was a lifeless, dusty wooden sculpture.

But he looked at the inanimate object as if he was confronting and fighting.

"Speak up." Ning Mingmei said.

The townspeople were stunned.

"Now, you may begin to pray," he said.

The little boy stood at the end, staring blankly at the immortal in front of him.

He should clearly be the one to be expelled, and he should clearly be the one who does not occupy the "statue" resources in this temple. But when he opened his mouth and ordered those people to continue, it was as if he, the late intruder, was the dominant one here.

The woman murmured.

Finally, a hint of crystal appeared in the gooseneck of the flask again. As the woman watched in ecstasy, it dripped down and fell into her palm.

The wound on the woman's knee gradually healed.

And Ning Mingmei, he won.

Everyone was surprised, suspicious and happy. At this moment, everyone should have rushed forward and prayed to the statue together.

But none of them dared to step forward. They just looked at Ning Mingmei hesitantly. It was as if his permission was the reason for them to move forward.

System: “…You have broken through.”

It looked at Ning Mingmei, and an unspeakable fear surged in its heart.

It's not admiration, but a fear that I have never experienced before.

It took only a few minutes after entering the dilapidated temple for him to come up with this idea. What else will this person do in the future?

Ning Mingmei said: "It's not enough."

System: “Not enough?”

Ning Mingmei left a message: "Completely breaking the opponent's layout is a respect for the chess player."

He said to a girl who had a stomachache, "Seventeen, carry her to the roof and then take her down, so that she can enter the temple and pray to the idol."

His voice has a convincing power.

The girl did as she was told and a drop of water fell from the statue.

Internal injuries can be cured.

Ning Mingmei said to the depressed boy who was just there to watch: "Climb in and pray to the statue."

The boy was stunned: "But I'm not injured?"

Ning Mingmei saw that he was dressed in rags and said, "Tell it that you are dressed in rags, have been displaced since childhood, suffered humiliation, and so on. Now, you have a mental illness and are depressed."

In short, it's just playing the victim.

The boy was puzzled, but he did it anyway.

A drop of water fell from the statue.

The statue is actually dripping water!

Water drops fell between lips. The boy's gloomy face was brightened up a lot. His lips trembled as he said, "This water, this water really has magical power!"

This situation caused the crowd to whisper.

No injuries, no illnesses, is this ok?

Is it okay to play the victim?

Someone said: "I am much more miserable than him. Even he can get water drops. Let me go up and tell my story."

Who can’t play the victim? Sell, you can sell anything.

This is the first step in manipulating people's nature and destroying order in this game.

But that’s not enough.

not enough.

Ning Mingmei turned a deaf ear to the waves of human voices. He looked at someone.

Someone no one expected.

Wang Erliuzi, who was kicked out for praying even though he was healthy and had no misfortune just now, was kicked out.

"You, go in through the side door and pray to the statue."

Wang Erliuzi was also envious of the young man.

But he comes from a wealthy family and has no health problems, so he won't get a drop of water even if he plays the victim. He was stunned when he heard this: "But I...but I'm not sick?"

Not miserable.

Ning Mingmei said: "Tell Him that your calf is injured."

With the great god behind him and several disciples armed with swords, Wang Erliuzi dared not disobey. He came to the idol in fear and uttered false lies to it.

Just as he was fearing divine punishment, someone shouted in surprise: "Water drops! Water drops have appeared!"

Wang Erliuzi was stunned. The water drop had already fallen down the goose's neck and landed on the ground.

He had not expected the birth of a drop of water and was unable to catch it for a moment.

The man immediately lay down and licked the water stains on the ground excitedly. This should have been a very amusing, embarrassing and funny scene.

But no one noticed. They just stared at the idol fanatically - like a group of wild beasts that had lost their rationality.

If Ning Mingmei had not been here, the tiny space under the statue would have been submerged by all the people rushing up.

"A mere statue is nothing more than a clay puppet that can't even tell a lie." Ning Mingmei said calmly, "Is this the god you worship?"

These are words that everyone can hear.

But it has little effect.

A small number of people backed off after hearing this - what kind of god is it if he can't even recognize a lie?

Even the water that drips from it seems to have a hint of evil.

But the enthusiasm in the eyes of more people did not diminish, but became even more greedy and crazy.

If you pretend to be sick, you can get the magic water. If you use half-true and half-false lies to gain sympathy, you can also get the magic water.

In an order where lies exist, who will maintain order?

"But that water might be evil water!" Someone tried hard to pull the people around him.

“When the water falls, it doesn’t necessarily have to be drunk by the person who prays, right?” the man said.

The crowd fell silent.

At that moment, the crowd was eerily quiet.

Even - even if - they don't get to drink the holy water, they can collect it and sell it to outsiders, waiting for the price to rise. Wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?

Ning Mingmei looked at them coldly, not surprised.

When mortals realize that they can fool God, God is no longer God.

It will become a tool for competing for fame and fortune, a resource that can be redistributed.

Or, it may become a handle for some people with ulterior motives to bring down others.

From ancient times to the present, everyone is like this.

The crowd was in a state of panic, but because Ning Mingmei was still here, everyone lowered their heads and dared not move.

Ning Mingmei turned around.

The little boy who was watching his back suddenly met his eyes, the fanaticism in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

The townspeople's enthusiasm was for the statue.

Lian Chengyue's enthusiasm was directed at him.

that power. The little boy suddenly realized this once unfamiliar word.

The power that can be grasped by knowledgeable extraordinary people.

Ning Mingmei stood there, and with just a few simple words, he was able to make the townspeople go around in circles, stir their emotions, and control the situation in his hands.

It was a peak he had never seen before.

Ning Mingmei himself is the synonym of "capable" and able to grasp supreme power!

Too dazzling, too desirable, too heart-pounding.

This was the first time in his life that he saw such a great scene. Such a reasonable scenario where those who know have power.

Ning Mingmei said: "I want you to do something for me. Do you dare?"

The little boy's voice was a little trembling: "Please speak, Immortal Lord."

His trembling was not out of fear.

But because of excitement.

What is Ning Mingmei going to do? What will happen next in such an occasion?

And he was fortunate enough to be able to participate in this.

I will not hesitate to sacrifice my life for the country.

He was shaking with excitement.

Ning Mingmei said: "You don't belong to us. Walk in through the main gate and say this to the statue."

He uttered a sentence in a clear and loud voice: "I have a headache. Could you please give me a drop Thank you."

It is difficult to imitate a strange language.

But Lian Chengyue is the genius chosen for this article.

Ning Mingmei was sure he could do it.

The disciples made way for him. The little boy walked towards the dilapidated statue step by step.

"Who is this kid?" someone asked.

He was wearing coarse linen clothes and was still young. The dilapidated temple that appeared before his eyes was no different from the dilapidated temple a few days ago.

But at this moment, he seemed to be on the holy path.

Stand under the statue and gaze at the statue high above. He calmly uttered the words Ning Mingmei taught him.

"I have a headache. Could you please give me a drop? Thank you."

Even though he had no idea what that meant.

No drops of water pooled in the goose's neck. Ning Mingmei looked at it from afar and frowned slightly.

Then release.

But the little boy who was standing closest and had superb hearing heard a strange sound.

Very subtle.

If the little boy had not been closest to the statue and was not born with extraordinary hearing, he would never have been able to hear it.

“Click.”

The sound came from the dusty body of the idol.

The little boy stepped back suspiciously and came to Ning Mingmei's side. He bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry, Immortal Venerable, I didn't do it..."

His voice was so obedient as if he was about to cry, and no one would know that he had just buried a secret.

Ning Mingmei said: "It was expected."

After saying this, he turned to the girl beside him, Xiaoshui.

"It's your turn," he said.

Xiaoshui was stunned. She said: "Xianzun...what do I need to do?"

"You have two choices," Ning Mingmei said. "You can go up and ask it to give you the magic water to heal the wound on your finger."

"You can also go up and ask it a question for me - would you like to give me a glass of orange juice?"

The latter sentence sounded like a joke to God.

Xiaoshui looked at the statue with a dazed look.

In a trance, she thought of what happened a few days ago. She knelt before the statue and prayed to Him to keep her secret from being exposed and to give her a new direction in life.

And even longer ago. She begged Master Gao not to hit her again and begged her to leave the Gao family.

What finally made her leave the Gao family was a knife.

It was these immortals who said “no longer pursuing the matter”.

The wound on my finger hasn't healed yet and it hurts a lot. She lowered her head and walked towards the statue step by step, cowering as she did before.

Finally, she looked up at the statue high above. The statue whose uncertain power she had prayed to change her life.

With her tiny body, she spoke only one sentence to it.

"Would you like me a glass of orange juice?"

The jade bottle is empty.

But at that moment, it was like a stone fell to the ground.

She stood before the statue, and all the frenzied townspeople quieted down. They looked in amazement at the adopted daughter of the Gao family and the disrespectful words that uttered from her mouth.

At this moment, Ning Mingmei stepped into the ruined temple again.

But this time he didn't bring any disciples with him - just himself.

He stood under the throne, the frail immortal from another world staring into the eyes of the lofty statue.

After staring for a moment, he took the unburned incense from the hand of a townsman next to him.

"To save all without distinction is the nature of God. If one is truly kind, why would one need to make such a grand appeal? It is a pity that this puppet is unworthy of the name of God. It is deceived by lies, prefers exaggerated suffering, induces competition, tempts greed, seeks fame, and has impure purposes."

Ning Mingmei lit the incense stick with the fire from his fingertips.

"The statue's heart is not pure, but since you are here, I will burn a stick of incense for you. Farewell, clay puppet."

He stuck it in the grass ashes in front of him and turned away.

The girl followed him, and the little boy followed him. His disciples followed him.

There was a deathly silence in the dilapidated temple.

More than ten feet away from the ruined temple, the people inside could no longer be seen.

The little boy asked: "Immortal Lord, the people in the temple right now. Will they start scrambling for the holy water like crazy, or will they gain enlightenment and retreat?"

Ning Mingmei only replied: "Both are possible."

It is unpredictable, darkness and rationality coexist, this is human nature.

Taking advantage of human nature, creating a chain of chaos, causing riots, creating the resulting greed and fighting, and then trying to involve them in it, this is Gui Ruoxue's plan.

This plan is extremely sinister.

Eleven said, "Master, where are we going now?"

Ning Mingmei said, "Go back to Gao's house."

Several people walked back, and halfway through, Ye Ling suddenly exclaimed "Ah".

"There's suddenly something extra in my disciple's belt," she said.

Ye Ling took something out from her waist. It turned out to be a thousand paper cranes.

It flew towards them at some point and finally clamped around Ye Ling's waist. It was normal for Ye Ling, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, not to notice this little trick of the Spirit Transformation cultivator.

Thousands of paper cranes flew out of her hands, landed in Ning Mingmei's palm, and slowly unfolded into a piece of paper with words only Ning Mingmei could see.

"Let's talk at the temple at Chou time tonight."

The handwriting on the note was delicate and there was a faint medicinal fragrance. You can tell who its owner is at a glance.

The note was burned after reading. Eleven looked at the fire and asked Ning Mingmei: "Master, what is this note?"

"Give the opponent you like the right respect, or compromise? His plan was discovered, and he decided to sit down and negotiate terms with me." Ning Mingmei said.

But the note said "Tonight at Chou time".

The temple is now crowded with people. How can Gui Ruoxue ensure that those people will not come to disturb the conversation?

Gui Ruoxue, what are you planning to do next?

The author has something to say:

Ning Mingmei: Gui Ruoxue doesn’t understand English.