Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 36 A female internet celebrity with millions of followers dares to drive a luxury car and court death? The main theme is instant karma!

Recently, the city's public security authorities successfully dismantled a major underground casino during a crackdown on organized crime, arresting 37 suspects and freezing over 1.5 million yuan in illicit funds. Investigation revealed that some of the funds flowed through complex financial channels into a charitable organization under the name of a religious site in the city. Those responsible have been detained according to law, and the case is under further investigation.

The news report did not name names.

But the phrase "a certain religious site in our city"—

Capitalizing on the recent online buzz surrounding the "Qingyun Temple vs. Da Ci'en Temple" debate—

Everyone knows who they're talking about.

The comment section was flooded with tens of thousands of messages within three minutes.

The top-ranked post, consisting of only eight characters, received over 51,000 likes: "Good and evil will eventually be rewarded."

The next morning.

The official account of Da Ci'en Temple released a statement.

The wording was extremely carefully chosen, and every word was reviewed by the legal team.

The core message can be summed up in one sentence—

"To cooperate with the investigation by relevant departments, our temple will be closed for one month starting today. During the closure period, all external activities will be suspended, including but not limited to: receiving worshippers, making donations, meditation courses, vegetarian restaurant, and sales of cultural and creative products."

He secluded himself for quiet contemplation.

It sounds very respectable.

Very Zen-like.

Very "detached from worldly affairs".

But everyone could tell that this was just an attempt to avoid trouble.

Within two hours of the announcement, the main gate of Da Ci'en Temple was closed with two brand-new iron gates.

A notice board was erected at the entrance.

Eight characters were written on it—

"I am in seclusion for spiritual practice and visitors are not permitted."

The parking lot that used to be bustling with cars and pilgrims lining up for hundreds of meters is now empty.

It was so quiet you could hear the mountain wind whistling through the eaves.

At the same moment that the Da Ci'en Temple, halfway up the mountain, closed its gates, at the foot of the mountain...

The gate of Qingyun Temple was wide open.

The sunlight shone on the black plaque with gold lettering.

The three characters "Qingyun Temple" were dazzlingly bright.

The aura of the Tranquil Mind Array spread outwards from the courtyard.

The air was warm, clean, and carried an indescribable sense of tranquility.

Two sparrows were chirping on the branches of the crooked tree.

Before the fallen leaves even reached the ground, they were gently carried to the corner of the wall by an invisible current.

Su Nian stood in the courtyard, holding up her phone, and captured both the tightly closed gate of Da Ci'en Temple and the large gate of Qingyun Temple in the same shot.

The top is closed.

The bottom is open.

She didn't send it.

It just exists in the photo album.

Some images don't need accompanying text.

three days later.

The number of viewers in Qingyun Temple's live stream has stabilized at 1.2 million.

One million two hundred thousand.

This number would place him among the top streamers on any live streaming platform.

But Qingyun Temple's live stream is different from those top streamers.

There are no reward effects.

There was no PK (player versus player) voice chat.

There was no "Thank you Boss XX for the rocket".

The scene shows only a quiet Taoist temple.

A young man wearing an old Taoist robe sat in a grand chair.

There was an enamel mug in front of me.

Behind him were three repainted statues of gods and a crooked banner that read, "All requests will be granted, Heaven bears witness."

During these three days, Qin Du did not mention the Great Ci'en Temple once.

Jueyuan was not mentioned.

Sun Hao was not mentioned.

There was no mention of "Golden Cage" casinos, money laundering, or anti-gang operations.

Not a single word was mentioned.

He continues his live streams as usual every day.

Continue drinking high-foam tea as usual.

I ate instant noodles with braised egg as usual.

We continue to receive individual visitors who come in twos and threes to offer incense, as usual.

Occasionally, I'd chat with the viewers in the live chat about the weather, games, or when the road in front of the Taoist temple would be paved with asphalt.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But precisely because he said nothing—

The 1.2 million people were even quieter.

No one in the live chat dared to bring up those things.

No one dared to speak sarcastically.

Nobody dared to stir up trouble.

Even the "hahahaha" has decreased.

The entire live stream was filled with an extremely eerie sense of awe.

It's not the kind of awe that comes from thinking "Wow, that's amazing."

It's that kind of awe, like "I dare not say another word, for fear that God will hear me."

Because everyone saw it.

From Liu Haizhu to Zhao Wei, from Zhang Lei to Li Hao, from the Four Great Generals to Qian Meihua—

Then there's Sun Hao.

Seven cases.

I made a wish seven times.

It came true seven times.

Zero errors.

Zero exceptions.

Especially this last one.

Someone tried to cause trouble. They failed, but the person who tried went mad, and the person who sent him was also implicated.

The chain of cause and effect started from the Taoist temple, circled around, and returned to its starting point.

Like a snake that has caught its own tail in its mouth.

A perfect closed loop.

Qingyun Temple remained quiet for five days.

Over the past five days, news of the Da Ci'en Temple's closure for quiet meditation has continued to spread.

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The online discussion shifted from "shock" to "watching the drama unfold," and then from "watching the drama unfold" to a tacit understanding that no one dared to make fun of Qingyun Temple anymore.

Even the most daring marketing accounts that try to ride the wave of trending topics will consciously add a sentence to the title when editing videos related to Qingyun Temple: "For record-keeping purposes only, no disrespect intended."

I'm afraid God will take it away through the internet.

Qin Du's days became more leisurely.

He broadcasts for two hours every morning and then turns off the broadcast to play games in the afternoon.

Su Nian was editing her "Qingyun Temple Documentary" video series in the side hall. The seventh episode had just been released, and the number of views had been steadily above 15 million.

There are also many more casual visitors to the Taoist temple than before.

Most people don't make wishes; they just light a stick of incense for peace, take a photo, buy a "Qingyun Latte" from the newly opened milk tea shop at the foot of the mountain, and post it on their WeChat Moments.

"Checking in at the Taoist temple that's said to be the most effective online, but I don't dare make a wish."

Life went on uneventfully like this.

Until the sixth day.

It was just past 10 a.m.

Qin Du was sitting in a grand chair, holding a teacup in one hand and scrolling through his phone with the other.

There were over 800,000 viewers in the live stream, which wasn't peak time, and the chat was quite casual.

suddenly-

An unusual noise came from the newly paved cement path in front of the Taoist temple.

It wasn't footsteps.

It was the sound of wheels.

There was a lot of wheel noise.

Qin Du raised his head.

Su Nian peeked halfway out from the side hall.

Both of them looked towards the door at the same time.

A white Mercedes-Benz V-Class minivan led the way.

A black Iveco van loaded with equipment followed behind.

Behind them were two cars.

Four cars were parked in a row in the open space in front of the Taoist temple, almost blocking the entire road.

The electric sliding door of the van opened with a "whoosh".

A foot wearing a Jimmy Choo rhinestone high heel stepped down.

The heel should be at least 10 centimeters.

Stepping on the newly paved cement road, it makes a crisp "tap-tap" sound.

Then there's a leg.

Then it's the whole person.

A woman in her late twenties got out of the car.

It looks beautiful at first glance.

very beautiful.

But that kind of beauty isn't the kind of clean, unadorned beauty that Su Nian possesses; rather, it's a meticulously crafted, calculated "artificial refinement" where every pore is carefully considered.

Her double eyelids are wide and parallel like those in Europe, her under-eye bags are filled with hyaluronic acid, and her nose bridge is so high it looks like it was measured with a ruler.

Her lips were so full they were slightly everted, and she was covered with a glossy cinnamon-colored lip gloss that reflected an unreal sheen in the sunlight.

Her hair was the latest trendy milk tea-colored big waves, with each strand curled just right.

She was wearing a very form-fitting white spaghetti strap dress with the neckline plunging five centimeters below her collarbone.

He exudes a strong, aggressive aura that screams, "Everyone should look at me."

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