Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Every businessman in Kuala Lumpur comes to Xianying Temple to donate some money from time to time.

But there have been so many unexpected events recently that Fang Bailu has forgotten about this matter.

The God of Wealth, who is more than four meters tall, is busy on the throne: each of his fingers is divided into five, and the five branches branch out into countless forks, tapping the abacus at a speed that is difficult to see with the naked eye.

"Statue of Marshal Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth". Fang Bailu didn't know if it was a relic... Rumor has it that it was developed by the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association to deal with changes in wealth.

But every time Fang Bailu came to worship and donate incense, he couldn't help but doubt this statement.

Its mottled head was extremely large, occupying more than a third of its entire body. The paint on its outer robe had fallen off in pieces, revealing the wood grain underneath.

A New Century product made of wood? Fang Bailu had never seen one before.

The feeling it gives me is similar to Fu Yisheng's "Statue of Guan Yu".

If you use a viewing mirror to zoom in, you can see that every abacus he taps is very different from anything Fang Bailu has seen before.

Rumor has it that the financial impact of every transaction, every investment, every savings in Kuala Lumpur is handled by the "God of Wealth Zhao Gongming Marshal Statue" in front of you.

But no one knows whether it is true or just a performance in front of everyone.

"Donate it. We still have things to do." An Bennola grabbed Fang Bailu.

The crowd that was originally scrambling to get to the donation box automatically made way for Anbennola, who was wearing a Taoist robe, to go first.

Chapter 33: The Clouds Are Cleared? (Part )

There was a group of butterflies fluttering around in the main hall of Xianying Palace.

According to rumors, Xianying Palace was originally an underground temple from ancient times. When it was unearthed, a butterfly that had lived for who knows how many years was found in the ruins.

Fang Bailu had heard the same story in his previous life, but it did not happen in the Xianying Temple in Kuala Lumpur.

"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly; the butterfly was Zhuang Zhou. One body changes constantly, and everything is long and leisurely."

Holographic couplets fluttered around the main hall, accompanied by various ink paintings, chanting this poem from Li Bai's "Ancient Style Zhuang Zhou Dreaming of Hu Die". Hu Die is the ancient Chinese word for butterfly.

A butterfly flies by, and scattered dots of light scatter from the edges of its wings - they are also holographic images.

The merit boxes surround the "God of Wealth Marshal Zhao Gongming" to form a semicircle.

There are a total of fifteen merit boxes, and each has a fiber optic cable extending from the end and connected to the abacus on the statue of the God of Wealth.

Although there are mobile applications for donating incense, people are still interested in making donations in person to the God of Wealth.

After all, the incense donated here is directly connected to the God of Wealth's calculations.

Usually there was a long queue in front of each donation box, and Fang Bailu often had to wait in line for more than half an hour before it was his turn to donate money into the donation box.

But today, with Anbennola here, Fang Bailu can cut in line directly.

The pilgrims in front of them hurriedly moved aside, making room for the seats in front of the donation box.

Four big red regular script characters flashed on the merit box: "Blessings from Heavenly Officials."

Fang Bailu tapped the touch screen of the merit box gently and entered the business number of Fang’s Hardware Store.

But the donation amount input interface stumped him.

This "Statue of Marshal Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth" can actually change one's "fortune", but it has a lot to do with the amount of incense donated by pilgrims.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Bailu entered a number:

49.9 yuan.

This number is the most cost-effective incense amount for changing wealth, which was found by the previous owner after careful research.

Although public gods of wealth such as Zhao Gongming can only change fortune to a limited extent:

It is nothing more than raising the weight of "Fang's Hardware Store" in the search engine by a few positions, or having a greater possibility of winning tax exemption coupons.

Big conglomerates and companies all have their own private God of Wealth and would not bother to snatch the resources of the public God of Wealth.

But for a small business like Fang’s Hardware Store, the wealth that the public god of wealth can distribute is still very important.

Snap, snap, snap—

The countless knuckles of the "God of Wealth Marshal Zhao Gongming" manipulated the beads on the abacus at a rapid speed, and the crisp sounds made up a continuous rainstorm.

Ding! Fang Bailu pressed the OK button, and the incense was already in the merit box.

"Xiaoji." The display screen of the merit box gave Fang Bailu an answer: his fortune had improved slightly compared to before.

"Ah!" The pilgrims waiting to donate suddenly cried out in surprise. Fang Bailu followed their line of sight:

The torrential sound of beads striking suddenly stopped, and the knuckles of the God of Wealth Zhao Gongming, which had been dancing like afterimages, also remained motionless.

Its head, which was as tall as a person, was raised from between the abacus and it looked around as if it was looking for something - the strange thing was that the eyes on its head were clearly just painted with paint.

Da da da--

The God of Wealth Zhao Gongming lowered his big wooden head again and continued to work on his abacus.

"…Did it suddenly stop because of the incense I donated?"

Fang Bailu suddenly felt inexplicably confused and uneasy, starting from his tailbone.

An Bennuo came over and grabbed Fang Bailu:

"Let's go. Once your hardware store is incorporated into a Taoist property, there will be more fortune and blessings."

……

Fang Bailu, An Bennola and the female priest who led the way entered the elevator together.

Although the hall used for religious rituals is on the first floor, if one wants to register matters related to Qigong practitioners, one has to take the elevator upstairs.

The top of the Xianying Palace is equipped with the largest visualization machine in Kuala Lumpur and even in New Malaysia.

It extends from the roof of the building, making the entire Xianying Palace look like a barbell.

It is said that it can be used to visualize the stars within a radius of hundreds of light years, which is much more powerful than ordinary household visualization machines.

If you have the opportunity to use it for visualization, it will be of great help to the practice and analysis of alchemy.

The administrative office that handles handover matters is one floor below the visualization machine.

The Microcomputer Taoism Research Society takes the mundane affairs of Qigong practitioners very seriously.

Drops of rain water were dripping from the Phoenix bicycle on Anbennola's shoulders, hitting the floor of the elevator.

Fang Bailu was a little amused: She had said before that when a Qigong practitioner returned to the research institute, he would bring a relic with him. But he didn't expect Anbenola to carry the bicycle on his shoulders and bring it in...

……

Fang Bailu stood behind the female crown, waiting for her to handle the transfer of shares.

He looked at the layout of the administrative hall: it looked like a bank or citizen service center in the "previous life", except that the staff had been replaced by AI-controlled holographic projections.

"I didn't run into any other Qigong practitioners in this headquarters today... maybe they are all practicing in the quiet room or the alchemy room."

"Okay, the shares have been transferred." The nun turned around and said to the two of them, "Master, you now own 30% of the shares of Fang's Hardware Store."

"Fang's Hardware Store has now been registered as a Taoist property. It enjoys many benefits such as tax reduction and exemption, financial blessing, etc."

Fang Bailu coughed lightly, and couldn't help feeling excited: this not only adds a layer of disguise, but also brings a lot of benefits.

"Ah... one thing left."

"Master, is there anything else you need?" The nun's voice was clear and rhythmic, and it must have been carefully synthesized.

Anbenola answered softly, his voice still mechanical:

"I want to register as a member's attendant."

She waved her robe sleeves and pointed at Fang Bailu:

"I want to register him as my Taoist child."

……

In front of Fang’s Hardware Store.

Fang Bailu got off Anbennola's bicycle and shook off the rain on his body.

Thunderstorm clouds still loomed over Kuala Lumpur: over the years, he had become accustomed to this kind of weather.

When Anbennola blurted out in front of Mr. Kui that Fang Bailu was her Taoist child, Fang Bailu had the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation.

Now that I have officially registered with the research institute, this identity has been further confirmed.

Now Fang Bailu is also one of the people who hang up orders in the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association, and he can't help but feel a little funny.

With this identity, I believe there will be fewer suspicious eyes cast on me... In addition, the secrets have been confused, at least the investigation pressure from the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association will not be too much in the short term.

The fact that I was able to travel safely back and forth to the research institute’s headquarters today is proof of that.

Next, we have to investigate Mr. Huang Wuye's "master", a mysterious member of the Yanshi Club...

But somehow, Fang Bailu felt a faint dark cloud hanging over his heart: after seeing the strangeness of the "Statue of Marshal Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth" today, this feeling became even stronger.

"Let's do this for now." Anbennola took out a small box from his Taoist robe and threw it to Fang Bailu who was thinking.

Inside were five neatly stacked syringes with the word "Nephalexin" on them. These were the analgesics that Anbennola had injected into Fang Bailu before.

"10 yuan each, the cost price. Together with the two you used last time, the total is 70 yuan. Give it to me along with the hardware store's next dividend."

Anbennola ignored Fang Bailu who was feeling confused and at a loss as to whether to laugh or cry, and knocked on his mask.

Fang Bailu knew what she meant: if there was any news or anything, remember to contact each other.

He waved goodbye to Anbenola and pushed open the glass door of the store.

There is still a lot to do next...

Chapter 34: The Clouds Are Cleared? (Part )

There are two types of swordsmen: one uses his body to fight in wastelands, high-rise buildings, ruins and streets, risking his life for money and pleasure.

Another type is even rarer:

They have no knives in their hands or in their hearts, but the knives are sharp in their hard drives, databases, and brains.

"Data hacker", "bad guy", "black hat", "hacker"... these are all general terms for those who wander in the digital space.

Fang Bailu squatted in the small and cramped room, trying his best to maintain a comfortable posture - he couldn't find a suitable place to sit.

The ceiling was only slightly higher than Fang Bailu's head, and the reinforced plastic floor hurt his butt. Various colored pipes spread across the floor...

This is a small apartment on the edge of downtown Kuala Lumpur.

The reason he came here was to find someone to crack the memory in Mr. Huang Wu's head.

This is the most important matter before him.

Fang Bailu looked at the hacker in front of him who was busy in front of the computer:

He put on his blue and white sports school uniform neatly, with the zipper pulled to the top, covering the lower part of his mouth tightly.

Black-rimmed square glasses and a teapot-lid-like hairstyle that covers his head like a hat.

There is still a hint of childishness in the exposed facial lines.

He looked like a child of around thirteen or fourteen years old.

But in fact, this is one of the best hackers in Kuala Lumpur - "Mercy Knife".

"Compassion" comes from his rumored Buddhist programming heritage, and "knife" describes the sharpness and speed with which he cuts through every firewall.

Of course, Fang Bailu was skeptical about the idea of ​​"Buddhist inheritance". He had never seen a Buddhist disciple who still maintained a complete physical state.

More importantly, he watched Mercy Knife grow up.

Compassion Blade is the most skilled and fastest hacker on Fang Bailu's hiring list. His cooperation with Fang's Hardware Store started when he was the previous owner.

"So he was about nine or ten years old at that time?"

Fang Bailu still remembers the first time he saw the Compassion Blade:

He stood at the door of the hardware store, looking at the second-hand old computer "Mojia Zidi-A17" in the window, and refused to move.