Vow Power
The text was simple, consisting of only a few words: "My mother was beyond medical help, but fortunately, she received a miraculous medicine and was given a new life. Words are not enough to express my gratitude, so I can only kowtow and thank the Zhong God for his grace."
The illustrations are very impactful.
The background of the photo is an elegant courtyard. Ma Weiguo, the business tycoon who was in high spirits at the financial summit, is now kneeling on a mat side by side with a ruddy-faced and energetic old lady.
In front of them stood a half-human-high white jade statue.
The statue looked like Zhong Ling.
The statue is lifelike, especially Zhong Ling's casual and indifferent temperament, which is vividly expressed.
In front of the statue, there is an incense burner with three incense sticks in it.
Netizens in the comment section were going wild.
"Holy crap! Mr. Ma? Is that really the Mr. Ma from Huaxing? Did he snatch a herb?"
"The key point is the old lady! I remember seeing the news three years ago that the old lady had Parkinson's disease and was almost unable to take care of herself. But look at the photo, she doesn't look sick at all!!"
"So... Can Master Zhong's medicine really cure this terminal illness?!"
"Wait, are you guys focusing on the wrong thing? Mr. Ma built a statue for the Zhong God! And you're still worshipping him?! What the hell is going on?"
Soon, two more buyers showed up. One cured his asthma, which had plagued him for years, and the other helped a family member with heart failure get off a ventilator.
Without exception, they all expressed their gratitude to Zhong Ling in their own way on social media.
They didn't have a statue, but they put up a photo of Zhong Ling and kowtowed in front of it.
This behavior quickly spread from the wealthy circle to ordinary netizens.
The first to start were a group of college students. During finals week, someone printed out a screenshot of Zhong Ling drinking water at a negotiation table and posted it on their dorm wall, with the words "Pray to the God Zhong, and you won't fail any exams. You'll pass every one." Then, solemnly lighting three mosquito coils, they did the same.
As a result, this student miraculously passed the advanced mathematics exam with a low score.
He posted a screenshot of his vow online, which instantly ignited the passion of all the students.
As a result, various versions of "Worshiping the Bell God" began to spread on the Internet.
Programmers put up a photo of Zhong Ling at their workstations and pray to her before work every day, praying that the code would be bug-free.
Stock investors put Zhong Ling's photo on the wall and wrote "Don't bother me in the future", which means "The stock market is booming, stay away from the leeks."
Even the square dance aunties have kept up with the times. They put Zhong Ling's photo on the big speakers and danced extra hard.
There was no organization, it was all spontaneous action. People did not really believe in feudal superstitions, but rather placed their hopes in miracles and worshipped the strong.
…
Shangjing, compound.
Zhong Ling was practicing in space when she suddenly felt something strange in her body.
Strands of warm and pure energy were flowing into her body from all directions.
This energy is different from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is softer and is a pure thought.
Zhong Ling closed her eyes slightly, and through her spiritual consciousness, she traced back to the source of these energies - those who expressed gratitude, worship and prayers to her statues, photos, tablets, and even mobile phone screens.
Every thought turned into energy and flowed into her body.
"The power of will... or rather, the power of faith?"
Zhong Ling's eyes moved slightly.
In some worlds of immortal cultivation, this is a power that can only be stolen by Shinto monks.
Unexpectedly, in this technological world, she would accidentally embark on this path.
She could clearly feel that these wishes were nourishing her golden elixir and tempering her soul.
Although the speed is not as fast as her own hard training in seclusion, it is better in terms of large numbers.
This means that even if she doesn't practice, her cultivation level is slowly increasing.
Just then, Qiao Jianmin called.
"Comrade Zhong Ling, I hope I didn't disturb your rest?" Qiao Jianmin's voice was as respectful as ever.
"Talk about something."
"That's right," Qiao Jianmin said after organizing his words. "Isaac Morgan, the tech giant from Country M, has come to Daxia."
"Oh." Zhong Ling didn't react much.
"He submitted a visit application through the most formal diplomatic channels, specifying your name and stating that he wanted to meet you."
"We've confirmed repeatedly that he's not doing this for himself, nor for the sake of technology, and his attitude is sincere. He said... he's here as your believer, on a pilgrimage."
"Believers?" Zhong Ling almost choked on her saliva.
"Yes, that's what he said. He also said that as a sign of sincerity, he was willing to transfer his company's latest photonic chip technology to Daxia free of charge."
Qiao Jianmin's tone was a little excited. "Comrade Zhong Ling, this is no small amount. It can almost allow our country to bridge the technological gap of ten years in the field of chips."
After Qiao Jianmin finished speaking, he waited nervously for Zhong Ling's reaction.
However, Zhong Ling on the other end of the phone just said "Oh" lightly.
"So what?" Zhong Ling asked back.
Qiao Jianmin was stunned and answered subconsciously: "So...we would like to ask for your opinion. Are you willing to meet him?"
"not see."
Two words, without any hesitation.
Qiao Jianmin's mind went blank for a moment, and all the prepared words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.
He calmed himself down and tried to make another push: "Comrade Zhong Ling, this photon chip technology is very important to us. It can..."
"That's your business." Zhong Ling said calmly, "What does he have to do with me? I don't know him. Don't bring these insignificant people and things to me."
After saying that, the phone was hung up before Qiao Jianmin could speak again.
Listening to the "beep" sound coming from the mobile phone, Qiao Jianmin was also helpless.
He walked back to the conference room, and Zhou Zhenguo immediately gave him an inquiring look.
Qiao Jianmin pulled out a chair and sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp, and then let out a long sigh of relief.
He spread his hands to Zhou Zhenguo: "She said she doesn't know him and won't meet him."
Although he was mentally prepared, he still felt powerless when he heard the result.
Qiao Jianmin smiled bitterly. "The question now is, how do we respond to Morgan? We can't just tell him this directly, right?"
"Just reject it directly, what else can you do?" Zhou Zhenguo couldn't think of a solution. Usually when there's no other way, you just have to go straight for it.
…
In the luxurious suite of the State Guest House.
Isaac Morgan put down the teacup in his hand, glanced at the custom watch on his wrist, and frowned.
The whole morning has passed.
The efficiency of the Daxia government was slower than he had imagined.
In his opinion, faced with such a great temptation, the top leaders of Daxia should have contacted him ecstatically as soon as they received the news and immediately arranged for him to meet with the "God Zhong".
Just then, there was a knock on the suite door.
Morgan perked up, straightened his clothes, and a confident smile appeared on his face.
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