Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 22 The Four Who Fulfill Their Vows: We Created an Official Website for God

Yunzhou University, Room 404, male dormitory.

The four men, who had stumbled back from the barbecue stand, were now completely sober.

The lights were off in the dormitory.

The four people stared blankly out the window like four soulless zombies.

That's the direction of Qingyun Temple.

"thump."

The dormitory head's knees buckled, and he knelt down straight out the window.

Immediately afterwards, "thump" "thump" "thump".

The remaining three also knelt in a row.

"Heavens above, God your might, we in room 404 are utterly impressed by your reading comprehension skills! We are completely in awe!"

The dormitory head, with tears in his voice, kowtowed heavily.

The other three followed suit and kowtowed, which was called Cyber ​​admitting defeat and bowing in submission from afar.

You have to admit it!

The heavens have placed the words "final written exam for professional theory courses" with even greater precision than a nanometer-level lithography machine!

One more physical education class? No way!

Retake the exam next semester? I don't care!

We uphold the spirit of contract fulfillment and will never work an extra penny!

Early the next morning.

The four of them, with dark circles under their eyes, sat around the folding table in the middle of the dormitory, the atmosphere gloomy and desolate.

"Boss, no matter what, we didn't get any demerits this semester, and Physics and Advanced Mathematics were definitely saved by God."

The tall, thin man pushed up his glasses and said weakly, "According to the rules of Qingyun Temple, fulfilling vows is a matter of fate. We have to go and fulfill this vow."

"Yes, we have to pay it back!" The fat man slapped his thigh. "Even a reporter's house can be reduced to ruins. If we dare to renege on our debt to God, we might get hit by a dump truck and die next semester!"

The dormitory head remained silent for a while, then quietly took out his phone and opened WeChat Wallet.

"I want to pay it back—but I ate too much at yesterday's barbecue."

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He turned his phone screen around, and it clearly showed: [Balance: 48.50 yuan].

The other three also took out their phones.

The four of them combined didn't even have two hundred yuan. With that little money, let alone spending a hundred thousand like that bankrupt tycoon, they couldn't even afford a decent gold-painted body!

Just when the four were at their wits' end, the dormitory head suddenly fixed his gaze on the laptop on the table.

A sudden, frenzied flame ignited in his eyes.

"Brothers! We may not have money, but we have skills!"

The dorm leader slammed his hand on the table, making the instant noodle bucket shake violently.

"We're the elite of Yunnan University's Computer Science Department! Even if we only know how to Ctrl+C, front-end development is a piece of cake for us!"

"Qingyun Temple is currently incredibly popular online, but there isn't even an official reservation channel! Let's use these three days to create the most awesome [Qingyun Temple Official Online System] as a token of our gratitude to the Celestial Master!"

Upon hearing this, the other three felt as if they had been enlightened!

"Let's do it!"

"This is absolutely the most hardcore way to fulfill a wish on the entire internet!"

The next three days.

Room 404 has been completely sealed off.

Empty Red Bull cans littered the ground, and instant noodle boxes piled high.

These four academic underachievers, who hadn't even opened a book during their final exam review, suddenly unleashed a level of focus even more terrifying than when they were preparing for the college entrance exam!

The sound of typing on the keyboard is constant, day and night!

Three days later, in the afternoon.

The sun was shining brightly, and the crooked tree in the courtyard of Qingyun Temple cast dappled shadows.

Qin Du was leaning back in his armchair, holding a cup of hot tea in one hand and looking at his live-streaming phone on the stand with the other.

The number of viewers in the live stream remained steadily at 300,000.

After the Li Hao incident, the live stream room is now so clean that no one dares to post even a punctuation mark; everyone is just spamming "May the Heavenly Master bless you."

Just as Qin Du was about to end the broadcast.

Outside the courtyard gate, the familiar, dragging footsteps could be heard once again.

Four boys walked in.

This time, their dark circles had completely sunk to their chins, their hair was so oily it could be used to fry vegetables, and their eyes were filled with terrifying bloodshot veins, as if they might suddenly die at any moment.

But their eyes revealed a strange kind of fanaticism.

The fat man at the front carefully held a cheap fruit basket that he had bought for thirty yuan.

The dormitory head, on the other hand, held a heavy laptop in both hands as if it were a royal decree.

"Celestial Master—"

The dormitory head's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"We've come to fulfill our vow."

Qin Du raised an eyebrow, looked at the four college students who had "achieved great immortality," and put down his teacup.

"What? You passed the physics exam?"

"Passed! Passed everything!"

The dormitory head placed the meager fruit basket on the altar, then abruptly flipped open the laptop screen, turning the computer to face Qin Du and the live stream camera.

"Master, we are poor students and have no money to donate incense."

"But this is a custom-designed 【Qingyun Temple Official WeChat Mini Program and All-Platform Guide System】 created by the four of us brothers, who stayed up for three consecutive nights and wrote 12,000 lines of code just for you!"

The words fell.

On the computer screen, a system with an extremely beautiful and antique-style UI was displayed, yet it was also very powerful.

"Look, Celestial Master!"

The tall, thin man, fully revitalized, rushed forward excitedly to explain: "The homepage features a realistic 3D model of Qingyun Temple!"

"The second page is the [Pilgrimage Reservation System]! Although you must offer incense in person, you can get a number online and queue up to avoid congestion!"

"Page three is the [Classic Case Library of Causality]! We've included stories of taxi drivers who take big orders, bankrupt business owners who suddenly become rich, and..."

The unscrupulous journalist who caused the building collapse has been turned into a collection of illustrated cautionary cases!

"And we implemented the highest level of anti-hacking encryption! Our dorm room paid for the server rental for three years!"

Senseless.

Not only was Qin Du stunned, but the 300,000 netizens in the live broadcast room were instantly in an uproar!

Holy crap!!!

Is this the hardcore way contemporary college students fulfill their vows?! Offering code to the gods?!

[What the hell is this causality case library?! It's hilarious! They've turned Qingyun Temple into a giant internet company!]

Even God would give you a thumbs up; this is way more sincere than burning tens of thousands of dollars worth of incense!

Looking at the incredibly smooth interactive interface and rigorous code logic on the screen, Qin Du couldn't help but admire it.

These four guys are really skilled.

"Alright, this gift of gratitude is very thoughtful. I'll accept it." Qin Du nodded.

however.

next second.

The four boys, who had just been full of pride, suddenly seemed to have all their strength drained away.

With a "thump".

The fat man plopped down on the prayer mat, his mouth agape, and burst into tears.

"But the Celestial Master—Heaven is bullying us!!!"

The dormitory head also had tears in his eyes. He snatched the phone microphone and began to pour out his grievances to Qin Du and the 300,000 netizens in the live broadcast room, each word dripping with heartache.

"Master, fellow netizens! You be the judge!"

"We set the conditions so rigidly that we even considered not having to sacrifice the student's health or force them to drop out of school!"

"And the result? God made sure we passed all our major courses, except for the 1000-meter run in PE! The whole dorm failed PE!"

"That's not all!"

"The academic affairs office said our exam results were entirely due to unforeseen circumstances. While the grades still count, we'll have to take a mock exam during the first week of next semester! If we fail, we'll have to repeat the course!"

The dorm leader became increasingly distraught, tears streaming down her face: "God's ability to exploit bugs is even more ruthless than the invincible Pizza Hut of Nanshan! It kills without burying!"

Quiet.

There was a deathly silence in the live stream room for three seconds.

Followed by.

The barrage of comments erupted like a flood bursting its banks, with a devastating force!