Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 44 A cold-blooded "butcher" with a net worth of 200 billion actually came to a small Taoist temple to make a wish?!

A week has passed since Tangtang's incident.

Qingyun Temple has returned to its former tranquility.

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

Su Nian was editing videos in the side hall.

Life went on uneventfully.

Until 10 a.m. that day.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

Qin Du was sitting in a grand chair with his legs crossed, scrolling through his phone. There were over 900,000 viewers watching his live stream, and the chat was going on and on.

Suddenly a voice came from the sky.

It wasn't thunder.

That's the sound of a propeller.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz"

It's very far.

But it's close.

And it wasn't just one.

Qin Du raised his head.

Su Nian peeked out from the side hall, holding her phone in her hand.

The two exchanged a glance.

"An airplane?" Su Nian frowned.

Qin Du remained silent.

He stood up and walked to the courtyard gate.

Look up at the sky.

Three helicopters.

It flew in from the southeast.

Formation flight.

The one in the middle is the largest, all black, reflecting the cold light of metal in the sunlight.

It is an AW139.

Qin Du didn't recognize the model number.

But there were people in the live stream who recognized him.

The live chat exploded instantly—

Holy crap, that's an AW139! It'll cost 200 million!

Two hundred million?! Am I seeing things?!

[You read that right! The two smaller planes in front and behind are escorts! The one in the middle is the main aircraft! This spectacle—who the hell is this?!]

]

Wait, they're descending!

[No way—they're going to land?!]

[Where to land?! The area in front of Qingyun Temple is so small, it's not big enough to park a helicopter!]

The viewers in the live chat guessed wrong.

The helicopter did not land at the entrance of Qingyun Temple.

It landed on an open space halfway up Qingyun Mountain.

That vacant lot was originally the parking lot of Da Ci'en Temple.

The Great Ci'en Temple is currently closed for quiet meditation.

The parking lot is empty.

Three helicopters landed in succession.

The storm whipped up by the propellers sent fallen leaves and pebbles flying everywhere.

Tree branches within a 200-meter radius swayed wildly as if they had been crushed by a typhoon.

At the foot of the mountain, in the Qingyun Temple, the aura of the Qingxin Formation was momentarily disturbed by this external force.

Qin Du sensed it.

His brow furrowed slightly.

The propeller speed has decreased.

The sound changed from a shriek to a low hum.

Then-

The hatch of the middle AW139 opened.

The first thing to come down wasn't a person.

It is a pair of hands.

Two hands wearing black tactical gloves braced against the sides of the hatch.

Then a burly man jumped down.

Black suit.

Headset.

sunglasses.

There was a bulge at his waist, which was the shape of a gun holster.

bodyguard.

the second.

The third.

the fourth.

All four bodyguards landed within ten seconds.

They didn't speak.

Their movements were extremely well-trained.

The two quickly spread out to the sides, their eyes scanning the surrounding environment.

A man walked toward the parking lot exit and took out a roll of caution tape from his waist.

The last person stood beside the hatch, turned sideways, and stretched out one hand—

He made a "please" gesture.

Then-

A hand reached out from the cabin.

That hand was very white.

Very clean.

The nails were trimmed extremely neatly.

She wore a black titanium steel ring on her ring finger.

There are no diamonds.

There is no pattern.

It's pure, cold, industrial-looking black metal.

The hand is resting on the bodyguard's arm.

A person walked out of the cabin.

the man.

Early forty years old.

He is about 1.823 meters tall.

Not fat, not thin.

But the lines of every muscle were perfectly outlined by that dark gray custom-made suit.

His hair was an extremely short buzz cut.

Clean and neat.

Not a single one is superfluous.

His face is long, with strong cheekbones and a jawline that looks like it was sculpted with a knife.

A high, straight nose.

Thin lips.

People with thin lips usually speak bluntly and without reservation.

But what's most striking is his eyes.

Not big.

It is rather narrow and long.

The pupils were extremely dark, so dark that one could not discern any emotion.

Like two dried-up wells.

There was nothing inside.

There is no temperature.

There was no disturbance.

It has no "human touch" whatsoever.

He stood at the cabin door.

The wind blew the hem of his clothes.

His gaze passed over the parking lot, over the treetops, and landed on the inconspicuous little Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.

It paused for two seconds.

Then he stepped down the gangway.

Leather shoes stepped on the cement ground.

at the same time.

Qingyun Temple Live Stream Room.

Online users increased from 900,000—

.

Within one minute—

It soared to 2.3 million.

Because among the people who disembarked from the other two escort helicopters, there was a young man who looked like an assistant, and he started making phone calls as soon as he landed.

One of the things he said on the phone was overheard by the pilots of the first two escort helicopters.

The pilot also posted on his WeChat Moments: "Today I got a job, taking a big shot to a Taoist temple in the suburbs of Yunzhou. Yes, that's Qingyun Temple."

This post circulated among the pilots' small circle of friends.

Then someone took a screenshot and posted it on Weibo.

Five minutes later—

A blogger verified as an "aviation enthusiast" posted a Weibo post with three photos of a helicopter landing taken from different angles.

It was obviously taken by a nearby resident.

"Just now, three helicopters landed at Qingyun Mountain in Yunzhou City. The paint scheme and registration number of the middle AW139 belong to..."

He typed a line of text.

Then I deleted it.

I typed a new line.

"A private jet belonging to a major domestic internet company."

"The company's founder and CEO is surnamed Shen."

Within thirty seconds of this Weibo post being published—

The number of reposts exceeded 10,000.

Because his surname is Shen.

Internet giants.

AW139 private helicopter.

People who meet these three conditions.

There is only one in all of China.

Shen Che.

The comments section went crazy.

He's completely gone mad.

Shen Che?! Shen Che?! That Shen Che?!

No way, no way, no way—

[Shen Che of Panshi Group?! Shen Che, ranked among the top 50 Chinese on the Forbes list?!]

[Top 50?? They were already in the top 30 last year!! Their net worth is over 200 billion!!]

[Over 200 billion people flocking to Qingyun Temple to make wishes? ???]

[My God—the richest person to arrive before was Qian Meihua, who drove a Rolls-Royce, which was already pretty extravagant. This guy came directly in a helicopter—]

[The levels are completely different, brothers. Qian Meihua is at best a local tycoon, while Shen Che is a true national-level capitalist!]

Wait, Shen Che—don't you guys know his nickname?

What's your nickname?

【"Butcher".】

【? ? ? 】

Those in the venture capital world all know that Shen Che has only one style in business: either acquire or crush. Over the past decade, he has used the PanShi Group to swallow more than forty companies of varying sizes. At least seven or eight of these founders were driven to desperation.

[It wasn't just a dead end. Three years ago, Chen Mingyuan, the founder of "Yunqi Technology," was driven into bankruptcy by a hostile takeover attempt by Panshi, and ultimately jumped from the company roof. Have you forgotten?]

[I haven't forgotten. It caused a huge uproar back then. But Shen Che didn't respond at all. Not a single word. Not even a public relations statement.]

Because he doesn't need to. He has plenty of lawyers. He has plenty of money. He has plenty of ways to make you "legally" disappear.

This kind of person comes to Qingyun Temple to make a wish.

I'm suddenly a little scared.

It's not fear. It's anticipation. Have you forgotten what happened to the last person who came to "smash the signboard"?

But Shen Che is different. Sun Hao is a venomous snake, Shen Che is a dragon.

[A dragon? Ha! Before the heavens—even a dragon has to coil up.]

The barrage of comments was so fast that it was almost impossible to see them.

The number of viewers in the live stream is still increasing.

Two and a half million.

Three million.

Three million two hundred thousand.

It's like someone pressed a switch.

All the internet's traffic is flowing here.