Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 29 Intermediate Tranquilizing Array Activated! The bluestone slab was repaired in a second; this dilapidated Taoist temple could no longer keep a secret!

Qin Du's gaze swept back and forth between the three options twice.

The spiritual spring water was too expensive; after buying it, I only had a little over 500 left, and I was short on cash.

The remaining two—

He glanced at the pile of fallen leaves in the yard.

I glanced again at the wooden door in the side hall that had been nailed shut for two years.

Su Nian has been living in a shared apartment recently, commuting for forty minutes to the Taoist temple every day. She has never complained, but Qin Du knows that there are no streetlights after dark, and the mountain road is muddy and difficult to travel on rainy days.

He ordered two.

[Intermediate Barrier - Tranquil Mind Array] - 3000.

【Side Hall Restoration - Basic】——2500.

[Confirm redemption? Total consumption: 5500 Incense Points.]

Insufficient balance.

484 point difference.

Qin Du was stunned for a second.

Then I looked at the small print at the bottom of the shop: [Note: If your balance is insufficient, you can choose "Install on Credit". The difference will be automatically deducted from future incense points income. During this period, new features will be temporarily suspended.]

Buying on credit.

God's system even supports Alipay.

Qin Du clicked "confirm" without hesitation.

[Redeem successful.]

Current incense points: -484 (on credit)

[Note: During the credit period, unlocking new features/products will be paused until the balance returns to a positive value.]

The moment the panel disappeared, a change occurred.

First, there's the ground beneath your feet.

The cracks on the bluestone steps where Qin Du sat silently healed under the moonlight.

It doesn't disappear instantly.

Instead, like a scab forming on a wound, fine stone powder seeps out from both sides of the crack, filling the gap, and then solidifies and hardens.

Flatten.

The whole process lasted about ten seconds.

Quiet.

Silently.

Then there's the courtyard.

A gust of wind blew up from the foot of the mountain.

But this gust of wind was different from the usual night wind.

It is warm.

It carries an indescribable, relaxing feeling that makes you feel completely at ease.

It's like soaking in a hot spring in winter.

It's like the moment you walk out of the exam hall after a big exam.

It's like when I was a child and my mother would put her hand on my forehead when I had a fever.

Where the wind passes—

The fallen leaves on the ground slowly and spontaneously began to move.

It wasn't blown away.

Instead, they were "gathered together".

It was as if an unseen hand was gently pushing the fallen leaves, dust, and pebbles scattered throughout the yard to the corner of the wall.

They were neatly piled up in a small bunch.

Then the wind stopped.

The yard was cleaner than Su Nian had swept in an hour.

The patterns on the bluestone slabs were clearly visible under the moonlight, as if they had just been washed with water.

Qin Du looked down at the cracked step beside his feet.

It's as smooth as new.

He turned and looked at the courtyard again.

It was so clean that not a single grain of sand could be found.

The air was filled with a faint, refreshing scent, like that of pine wood or bamboo leaves.

Not strong.

But after just one inhale, my mind became noticeably clearer.

This is the effect of the Mind-Clearing Formation.

Then "creak".

A very faint sound of wood came from the direction of the side hall.

Qin Du turned his head to look.

The wooden door to the side hall, which had been nailed shut for two years, opened by itself.

The nails on the door panel silently slipped out of the door frame.

The rusty hinges automatically healed their cracks.

The wooden door slowly opened inward, revealing the space inside.

Moonlight shone in through the doorway.

Qin Du saw a clean, simple little room.

Blue brick floor. Whitewashed walls. A wooden bed, a desk, and a chair.

In the corner was a simple wardrobe, and next to the wardrobe was a small door leading to the backyard. Pushing open that small door revealed a tiny but fully functional bathroom.

have water.

There is electricity.

Clean.

tidy.

It looked like someone had cleaned and arranged it in advance.

But Qin Du knew that just ten minutes ago this place was an abandoned storage room filled with cobwebs and rat droppings.

He stood at the entrance of the side hall and looked for a long time.

Then I took out my phone and took a picture.

It was sent to Su Nian.

Added a line of text—

"You won't have to run on mountain roads every day anymore."

"Your room is available at the Taoist temple."

The message was sent three seconds ago.

Read.

There was no reply.

About a minute later, my phone vibrated.

Su Nian replied with a voice message.

Qin Du clicked on it.

The voice message was very short.

There are only four characters.

But the voice was clearly nasal, like someone was crying.

"Wait for me."

Early the next morning.

Su Nian arrived at 6:30.

It was an hour and a half earlier than usual.

She was carrying a large backpack filled with a change of clothes, toiletries, a laptop, and a potted green plant.

Correct.

She also brought the pothos plant she had been growing for two years from her shared apartment.

Qin Du stood at the gate of the courtyard waiting for her.

"You're here?"

"Um"

Su Nian walked inside with her head down, not looking at him as she passed by.

But Qin Du noticed that her eyes were a little red.

I don't know if it's because I cried last night or because I got up too early this morning.

Su Nian walked into the courtyard.

Then it stopped.

She stood in the middle of the courtyard and slowly looked around.

His expression changed from "rushing to the destination" to "not quite sure if he's in the right place".

courtyard----

It's too clean.

It was unbelievably clean.

Not a single fallen leaf or speck of dust graced the bluestone slabs. Even the wild grass had vanished from the cracks, leaving only the varying shades of the stone's veins gleaming faintly in the morning light.

The crooked tree is still crooked, but the ground under it looks like it has been cleaned with a vacuum cleaner.

The air was filled with a very faint, refreshing fragrance that made people unconsciously relax.

Su Nian took a deep breath.

My mind cleared instantly.

It felt like a bucket of icy spring water had been poured over your head, but not cold; rather, it was cool and comfortable.

"this----"

She was about to ask a question.

A morning breeze blew in from the foot of the mountain.

A handful of withered leaves fell from the branches of the crooked tree.

The leaf twirled in the air before slowly drifting down.

Su Nian subconsciously looked at the broom and then she saw it.

Those fallen, withered leaves—

Before it touched the ground, it was gently held up by an invisible airflow.

It was as if a pair of transparent hands caught them.

Then, the withered leaves drifted quietly towards the corner of the wall, following the direction of the airflow.

It was piled up with a small clump of fallen leaves that had already been gathered in the corner.

The entire process takes no more than five seconds.

Silently.

It's so natural, like the wind is just how it's supposed to blow.

Su Nian's backpack slipped off her shoulder.

She didn't answer.

The bag landed with a "thud" on the clean bluestone slab.

She stood there, staring at the pile of fallen leaves in the corner that had been automatically gathered by the "wind," without moving.

Qin Du walked over to her with an enamel teacup in his hand.

"You don't need to sweep anymore."

Su Nian slowly turned her head to look at him.

They have big eyes.

The entire spotless courtyard was reflected in his pupils.

"you----"

Her voice was a little hoarse.

"Who exactly are you?"

She had wanted to ask Qin Du this question since the very first day she met him.

But I never asked.

Although everything that happened before—wish fulfillment, divine retribution, and karmic retribution—was outrageous, it could all be explained as "extreme coincidence."

It's a coincidence.

It must be a coincidence.

That's what she's always been telling herself.

But now—

Did the fallen leaves fly to the corner of the wall on their own?

What kind of coincidence can explain this?

Qin Du looked at her expression.

I thought about it.

"What you've seen is the workings of Heaven."

"This—" he pointed to the courtyard with his teacup, "is the temple's own skill."

"Two different things."

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