A Frenzied Worship

The moment Qin He scattered all kinds of teachings, the scene immediately galloped toward losing control.

Almost no one who received a reward could keep a straight face. Ninety percent of them jumped and shouted in wild ecstasy.

Three people made a crowd; the mouths of the masses could melt gold.

In Qin He's Mysterious Little Notebook, the Wish-Granting Brush went swish, swish, swish without pause, like a printer.

His great undertaking of Merit had finally started up with a clatter in this Abyss World.

It was only the beginning, though. He was handing out more Merit than he was earning.

It couldn't be helped. A grand opening meant lavish giveaways; the goal was popularity, not profit.

The scene, however, was far too frenzied.

After a while, even Qin He could no longer bear it and could only helplessly start hitting the brakes.

Too much Merit was being consumed, the wishes were too outrageous, and anyone whose heart was not sincere was filtered out across the board.

Even so, out of every ten wishes, he fulfilled at most one.

But that was enough to keep the madness going.

Another half hour later, the odds of having a wish fulfilled became one in a hundred.

Half an hour after that, the odds became one in two hundred.

An hour later, Qin He retreated in defeat, snapped his little notebook shut, and went off to enjoy a feast and listen to music.

After Qin He left, the explosive waves, having gathered enough force, swept across all of Lin'an City like a tsunami.

Lin'an City had long been buzzing with discussion over the newly built temple, with every sort of speculation flying around. After today's spectacle spread from one to ten and ten to a hundred, it became known in every household within