Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 35: The Left and Right Protectors are Arrested! The Great Ci'en Temple Emptys Its Accounts Overnight; Yunzhou TV: Big News is Here!

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The sedative finally took effect.

Sun Hao's voice gradually lowered.

My eyelids drooped heavily.

But before he completely lost consciousness, he uttered his last words in a voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Like the last bubble exhaled by a drowning person beneath the surface: "Don't go to that Taoist temple—"

"Don't make a wish—"

The stretcher was pushed into the ambulance.

The car door closed.

Inside the room, Zhao Gang stared at the two names "Da Ci'en Temple" and "Jueyuan" on the record.

After a moment of silence, he picked up the phone.

at the same time.

Qingyun Temple.

2:19 AM.

Qin Du opened his eyes from his sleep.

In the lower right corner of his vision, a long string of information silently popped up on the system panel. He sat up and read the text by the moonlight.

[Ding—Your wish has been granted.]

[Desired outcome: 58 consecutive undefeated matches.]

[Gained Incense Points: +200]

[Current incense value: -284 → Credit balance decreased]

Qin Du stared at it for a long time.

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Then I lay back down on the bed.

Close your eyes.

The blade of fate never cuts just one person; you pushed the first domino—

Then the direction in which it falls is beyond your control.

The next morning, in a house in Yunzhou City.

On the table in front of Zhao Gang were three items.

A confession from Zhou Tiezhu and a fragmented account from Sun Hao of the "instruction process".

And a stack of flow reports.

All three things are pointing in the same direction.

-

That temple.

After reading the report, Zhao Gang rubbed his temples.

"Does the other party know about this?"

The person in charge of the analysis hesitated for a moment, then said, "Currently, there is no conclusive evidence as to whether the other party was directly involved."

Zhao Gang remained silent for a few seconds.

"Furthermore," he added, "Sun Hao's confession mentioned that other people contacted him. But so far, those people deny it, claiming it was their own personal behavior."

Zhao Gang sneered, "Personal behavior? This is personal behavior?"

"But legally—"

"I know."

Zhao Gang waved his hand.

"Summon him for tea."

3 PM.

A car stopped outside the temple gate.

There wasn't a large force.

There were just two people in casual clothes.

Very low-key.

But when the monk saw those two people, his face turned pale instantly.

Half an hour later.

Jueyuan sat in a conference room in Yunzhou City.

It's a conference room.

This distinction is important.

The meeting room signifies that his current status is "cooperating with the investigation," not "suspect."

-

But the feeling Jueyuan had while sitting in that chair was no different from sitting in the interrogation room.

Zhao Gang sat opposite him.

There was a cup of tea on the table. There were no iron bars on the windows. There were no spotlights.

The atmosphere could even be described as "polite".

But Jueyuan knew that the more polite he was, the more dangerous it would be.

"I'm sorry to have interrupted your cultivation." Zhao Gang's tone was businesslike. "There are a few questions I'd like to verify with you."

Jueyuan clasped his hands together, his face kind and gentle.

Just like when he was interviewed on TV, but the speed at which he turned the prayer beads was twice as fast as usual. Zhao Gang opened the folder.

"My first question. You've received a sum of money in donations over the past three years." Are you aware of the source of this money?

"This humble monk does not participate in the foundation's financial management. Specific matters are handled by my disciples."

"My second question. One of your monks contacted a man named Sun Hao privately three weeks ago. Were you aware of this?"

"I was unaware of it. He did have some social connections before he became a monk, and I have always taught him to let go of worldly ties. If he has any inappropriate behavior in private, that is his personal fault, and I am deeply ashamed that I have not disciplined him properly."

Jueyuan's every answer was watertight.

It was pushed clean.

I don't know he's in charge of finances.

I don't know if he contacted Sun Hao.

He always has someone to shield him from all the filth.

Zhao Gang looked at him.

There was a ten-second silence.

Then I closed the folder.

"Okay. We've recorded what the master said."

That's all for today. You can go back now.

Jueyuan stood up and put his hands together in prayer position.

"Thank you, Captain Zhao. Amitabha."

He walked out of the conference room with a steady gait.

His face remained kind.

But only he knows—

His back was soaked with cold sweat.

Jueyuan escaped unscathed.

But the price he paid was far greater than he had anticipated.

That evening.

They were taken down.

They were also taken away.

-

He admitted to the behavior but insisted it was a "personal act".

Jueyuan paid a heavy price to save himself.

How big is it?

no one knows.

But the next day, an anonymous insider posted on social media, "They hired the most expensive team in the province overnight. The legal fees alone are said to start at seven figures."

This post itself did not spread widely.

But the message it triggered was the real bomb.

Because on the same day—

Yunzhou TV's "People's Livelihood Online" program broadcast a short news segment.

Only thirty seconds.