Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 24 Not accepting bribes? They think the bribes aren't enough! I promise my son won't have to study and will be admitted to Tsinghua or Peking University through special admission!

His tone was arrogant, as if he were examining a product.

Qin Du neither got up nor put down the teacup in his hand.

"He is a Celestial Master," he corrected casually.

I don't care who you are.

The noblewoman sneered, glancing disdainfully at the peeling paint on the statue and the rusty incense burner.

"The internet makes your place sound like a miracle, saying you can grant any wish."

"I'm a very realistic person, and I don't believe in those superstitious things. But I do believe that a single coin can communicate with the gods."

As she spoke, the lady took a light piece of paper from her limited-edition Hermès handbag with two fingers painted with bright red nail polish.

"Smack."

She slapped the piece of paper directly onto the freshly wiped wooden altar in front of Qin Du.

It was a bank draft.

The number above is a long string of zeros—2,000,000!

Two million.

The wealthy woman raised her haughty chin, pointed to her spoiled son who was still engrossed in playing video games beside her, and said in an unquestionable, commanding tone, "Consider this your offerings for this dilapidated Taoist temple. Consider it payment for a service."

"I want you to pull some strings for him and get him a spot."

"My requirements aren't high, Tsinghua University is fine. Or something of the same level will do."

Inside the main hall, the air suddenly became quiet.

Standing in the courtyard, Su Nian gasped, staring in shock at the two million yuan check, then glanced at the spoiled brat who didn't even bother to look up at where he was going.

Two million yuan to buy a spot at Tsinghua University?

You think you're asking for too little?!

Is this woman truly insane, or does she think that having money allows her to scribble on God's Book of Life and Death?

Qin Du lowered his eyes and glanced at the huge check on the offering table, which smelled of ink.

Two million.

That's enough to renovate the Qingyun Temple inside and out ten times, and even plate the statues with real gold.

But he didn't even reach out his hand.

Qin Du picked up the enamel mug, blew away the foam floating on top, and slowly took a big gulp.

Then, he raised his hand and pointed to the weathered stone tablet outside the door.

"Madam, you may not have had your staff conduct a background check before you came."

Qin Du looked at the noblewoman's arrogant face and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"The rules of Qingyun Temple."

"Three sticks of incense, one wish."

"Making a wish is free, fulfilling a wish is up to fate."

Qin Du slammed the teacup heavily on the table, making a dull thud.

"No matter how high the threshold is, you still have to follow the rules and light the incense yourself."

"As for this money, you should take it back and buy several high-value accident insurance policies."

Qin Du's gaze turned completely cold, and his voice echoed in the empty main hall, carrying an irresistible majesty.

"God, I won't accept bribes."

The noblewoman's face visibly stiffened.

This is clearly not the first time she has tried to bribe someone with money.

But this was indeed the first time she had been hit back.

"What did you say?"

The lady took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of eyes that looked almost ageless thanks to years of skincare.

But at that moment, only disbelief remained in those eyes.

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In her world, two million is enough to solve 99% of things. The remaining 1% is simply a matter of increasing it to five million.

The young Taoist priest in front of me, dressed in a worn-out robe and drinking cheap tea, didn't even reach out for two million.

"Young Taoist priest, I suggest you make your point clear."

The lady tucked her sunglasses into her collar, and her tone cooled down.

"You think it's not enough?"

"It's not that I think it's too little," Qin Du looked up at her, "it's just the rules."

"I don't have VIP channels, expedited services, or back doors here."

"If you want to make a wish, light three incense sticks yourself."

How my wish comes true is not up to me.

"What the price is is not up to you to decide."

As for money

Qin Du pointed to the check with his teacup.

"Take it back before I change my mind. I'm short of money to repair the Taoist temple, and I'm afraid I'll soften my heart if I keep looking at it for too long."

Su Nian almost burst out laughing.

The live stream chat exploded with comments:

[The Celestial Master's fear of being too soft-hearted is absolutely hilarious!]

Two million, brothers! The Celestial Master refused two million! What kind of heart does he have?!

【No way, this woman is going too far. She's asking for a spot at Tsinghua University? Does she think God is the admissions director?】

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The noblewoman's face switched between red and white twice.

The spoiled son behind her kept his head down, playing games, and didn't look at Qin Du once, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

But just as the lady was about to explode, her driver walked to the door and whispered something.

The lady's expression changed.

She turned around and glared at the driver, then turned back to look at Qin Du.

There was a few seconds of silence.

"OK."

She put the check back into her Hermès handbag.

"Do it your way."

The noblewoman reached into the drawer of the altar and took three incense sticks for herself.

The action was extremely rough, even bringing out the incense ash next to it.

She took a diamond-encrusted Zippo lighter out of her bag and lit it with a "click".

The flames flickered twice in the dim main hall.

The three incense sticks lit up.

The noblewoman simply stuck the incense sticks into the incense burner without even bowing.

Then she turned around, raised her chin, and said in a commanding tone, "I wish—"

—

Her voice echoed in the empty main hall, each word carrying an overbearing "I'm in charge" attitude.

"My son, Qian Yuhang, doesn't need to take the college entrance exam or study."

"They were directly 'specially recruited' into Tsinghua or Peking University, the top universities in the country!"

"And they even provide room and board! The school treats him like a precious treasure!"

The words fell.

The teacup in Qin Du's hand stopped in mid-air.

He slowly put the teacup down.

Slowly raise your head.

Looking at the wealthy woman's smug face.

Then his gaze involuntarily shifted to the system panel—

The text on the panel is refreshing rapidly.

[Ding! Your wish has been fulfilled.]

[Wisher: Qian Meihua (making the wish on behalf of her son)]

[Wish recipient: Qian Yuhang (his son)]

[Wish details: Qian Yuhang wants to be directly admitted to Tsinghua/Peking University through a "special admission" program without having to take the college entrance examination or study, with free room and board provided, and to be regarded as an extremely valuable individual by the university.]

Qin Du glanced at Qian Yuhang, who kept his head down and whose eyes were filled with a dark, lifeless aura.

Then he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression had returned to calm.

Get up.

He walked to the small table next to him, poured a cup of tea with high foam, and presented it to the lady with both hands.

"Have a cup of tea."

The lady frowned: "I don't drink this—"

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"Toast to see guests off."

Qin Du interrupted her.

"Your wish has been granted. You don't need to wait here for the rest."

"Let's go back."

"Just wait for news."

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The lady looked at him suspiciously.

She thought the Taoist priest would continue to refuse, saying things like "the price might be very high" to scare her.

but no.

He simply poured a cup of tea and politely saw the guest off.

Something was off about the quiet.

A flicker of unease crossed the noblewoman's mind, but it was quickly suppressed by her inherent arrogance.

"snort."

She turned and walked out of the main hall, her high heels clicking crisply on the bluestone slabs.

She didn't even glance at Su Nian as she passed by.

Qian Yuhang put away his phone, followed his mother listlessly, and yawned.

"Finished? Let's go, I'm so sleepy."

The Rolls-Royce door slammed shut.

The twelve-cylinder engine roared as it rolled over the dirt road, kicking up a cloud of dust before disappearing around the bend at the foot of the mountain.

The courtyard returned to silence.