Zhang Chihang had not finished speaking when the car had arrived at the building of Western New Field.

“Zhou Yuan, come with me.” Zhang Chihang got off the car and said. “Xiao Hong, take Hao Ning to see the contents of the Wishing Sutra.” After he said that, Zhang Chihang seemed to want to say something, but he held it back, “This time you should look carefully, and see what will happen.”

After Zhang Chihang entered the door, he did not greet anyone but directly led Zhou Yuan into his spacious office.

It was Hao Ning’s second time to come to this fashion magazine company. Hao Ning thought that he might have lost his curiosity, but when he entered the door, he discovered that the place was completely different from the last time. The last time he came here with Zhang Quan, there were many handsome and beautiful people dressed in bright clothes walking around, and all kinds of scents were coming out, but this time, although the people were still handsome and charming, so did their shinning clothes and perfumes, all of them were actually kneeling on the ground!

Hao Ning stood at the door blankly. He was shocked when he saw these “fashion workers” kneeling towards him. What happened? They all offended this Avalokiteshvara and were now being punished? Only after a closer look did he realize that these people were kneeling in front of a shrine on the wall. They were even chanting an incantation in a very pious manner.

He never heard that the fashion industry had such a hobby of promoting this kind of feudal superstition in the company. Hao Ning laughed in his heart since this kind of scene was rare. Although Avalokiteshvara was here, but Fu Tu Kang had Zhang Quan as well. He never heard that workers in Fu Tu Kang would bestow some immortals in their shifts. However, then again, who was them bowing to? Usually, company employees would bestow Guan Yu or the God of Fortune, but the statuses of these two were far inferior to Zhang Chihang. If Zhang Chihang put a shrine of the God of Fortune in his company, it was like Grandmaster Hong Jun placed a statue of the God of Thunder in his Purple Clouds Palace.

Thinking till this point, Hao Ning could not help but look towards the shrine curiously, to see which god could be the one to behave atrociously in Avalokiteshvara’s company. The shrine was quite formal. Fruits were placed in front of it, and incense was lit up. It was straightforward to trigger the fire protection devices if someone light incense in this type of office building, and it was unknown how they managed to avoid it. Inside the shrine wasn’t a statue, but a painting. For some reason, the light in front of the picture wasn’t excellent. He could not tell which god it was when he stood at the doorway.

“This is too stingy. They should purchase at lease a statue if they want to bestow. How could they set up a painting?” Hao Ning thought in his heart and went up to look. When he saw the painting, he couldn’t help but open his eyes wide. In the painting, there were no saints nor deities, or any figures in legend, but a huge English letter, P.”

What was wrong with them? Looking at these “believers” who were squinting their eyes in front of him, Hao Ning ridiculed them for bestowing bullshit. However, they did bestow a piece of bullshit, which was a letter P. He couldn’t help but laugh bitterly in his heart. The fashion circle was indeed not understandable.

“This way,” Xiao Hong pulled Hao Ning and said softly as if he did not want to disturb the ceremony. Hao Ning obediently followed him and entered Xiao Hong’s office after some turns.

Xiao Hong’s office was much smaller than Zhang Chihang’s place, but Hao Ning felt much more comfortable there. Zhang Chihang’s office was a little too quaint, while Xiao Hong’s office was modern. It had a projector, an iMac, a laptop and some monitors. However, from the looks of it, it was more like a studio of a computer geek, not an office. It was tough to connect this place to Fashion magazines or this Great Saint Infant King Hong Hai’er. These immortals never acted like their figures in the legends.

“Hao Ning, please take a seat.” After Xiao Hong entered the office, he immediately turned on the computer to look for something. Hao Ning did not hold himself. He felt comfortable this way.

“Xiao Hong,” Hao Ning poured a glass of water and sat down on a chair, and then asked the question he had been wondering about, “How did Avalokiteshvara get an illness?”

“Well, he deserves it.” Xiao Hong casually said while looking at the computer. After he finished speaking, he realized that he said something wrong, so he immediately covered his mouth and looked at Hao Ning, chuckling with a red face, “Don’t tell him.”

Hao Ning thought it was funny, but Xiao Hong was extremely cute, so he quickly replied, “Of course I won’t. Go on.”

“I don’t know what happened to him yesterday,” Xiao Hong said as he raised his eyebrows in thought. “He suddenly wanted to experience the feeling of a mortal getting sick, and then used some method to seal his mana. He ran on a treadmill in the gym for dozens of kilometers and was sweating profusely. Then he turned on the air conditioner to the lowest temperature and ate a hundred ice creams until he got a running nose. In the morning he asked me to take him to the hospital.”

At this point, Xiao Hong said mysteriously, “You don’t know about it. After he got sick, a few people in the magazine company were overjoyed. They all said that the god was responsive, and the wishes they just made were fulfilled.”

“Hahaha,” Hao Ning remembered what Zhang Chihang said to the employees when he first arrived at the magazine company. He was probably a leader that was not welcomed by the subordinates. Thus, he laughed and asked, “How do you know the employees make such wishes?”

“I watch it every day,” Xiao Hong laughed and said. “However, I delete the wishes after I saw them. Otherwise, the people must have suffered.”

Could a wish be deleted? Hao Ning laughed inwardly, but in the end, he did not ask this question out.

“Speaking of wish-making,” Hao Ning saw that Xiao Hong was still searching and thought that it would be difficult to find, so he continued to ask, “When I came in, I saw those people bestowing to a plate. What were they doing?”

“They appreciate the god for fulfilling their wishes,” Xiao Hong said as he looked at the screen. “They made wishes in front of that. Now that their wishes have been fulfilled, they must thank the great god.”

Xiao Hong turned his head and smiled at Hao Ning.

No wonder those people had their eyes closed and were muttering to themselves. Those who didn’t know the cause would suspect that they had entered some evil sect. Hao Ning recalled the number of people kneeling just now and roughly calculated. He felt that more than half of the people in this magazine company were appreciating for their wishes. It was sarcasm that Zhang Chihang, a Bodhisattva whom everyone admired, would become such a figure in his people’s hearts.

Thinking about that, Hao Ning asked another question, “But, why are they bestowing a letter P?”

“Ha-ha,” Xiao Hong stared at the screen looking for something, and when he heard Hao Ning’s question, he couldn’t help but laugh, “It is the god of their fashion circle. They may disrespect the heavens, not worship their ancestors, disobey their teachers, not love the people around them, but this P is the god in their heart. They cannot live without it.”

“It’s that magical?” Hao Ning’s face was full of disbelief. “But it’s just a letter P?”

“Ha-ha,” Xiao Hong stopped moving his mouse, and winked at Hao Ning, “Guess what this letter represents!”

“Uh, since they are bestowing a letter,” Hao Ning thought about it carefully. He only remembered that in Journey to the West, Master Zhen Yuan bestowed the characters “heaven and earth” instead of a statue. Master Zhen Yuan intended to show his deep cultivation by it. These people were not Master Zhen Yuan. However, he never saw anyone who bowed to a letter P. “They are not just bestowing a letter P, are they?”

“Hahaha, you are funny,” Xiao Hong laughed and patted his mouse. “It’s PhotoShop!”

“Ah?” When Hao Ning heard this, he accidentally swallowed the water into his throat, and immediately coughed out, while laughing.”PhotoShop? The image editing software? Hahaha, who told them to bow it? Why should they worship that? ”

“Hahaha, it was our Master Zhang who told them to do so!” Xiao Hong couldn’t help but laugh with Hao Ning. After laughing for a while, Xiao Hong said, “Master Zhang said that the fashion circle does not need models, photographers or editors. It needs image editing software like PhotoShop that can remove wrinkles, dewlaps, dark circles, freckles, and pores. No matter what you have, no matter how old you are, no matter how ugly your photos are, as long as you have PhotoShop, your picture will be guaranteed to be flawless. So, don’t you think those models and workers should appreciate PhotoShop? Shouldn’t they bow to it every day? ”

“…” Hao Ning was no longer laughing. Although he was not in the fashion industry, he knew that Xiao Hong was right. Involuntarily, Hao Ning thought of Zhou Yuan’s talents and said, “It seems like the fake, kindness and beauty of the WeChat moment have a reason behind them.”