Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 50 Jueyuan has gone mad! He spends three million to hire ruthless foreign bandits to blow up Qingyun Temple!

100%.

Shen Che stared at the two numbers.

Looked for a long time.

100%.

Absolute monopoly.

The wish he made at Qingyun Temple.

It has been achieved.

It really happened.

It was implemented word for word.

Panshi Group "achieved" a 100% absolute market monopoly.

However, the way to accomplish it is not by "swallowing others".

Instead, it means being "swallowed up by others".

PanShi's technology, team, assets, and customers have all been "acquired" by its three major competitors.

Then the three major competitors merged to form a brand new behemoth that 100% monopolized the market.

Rockstone has indeed merged with its competitor.

It has indeed achieved an absolute monopoly.

However, the rock was not the "subject" that survived.

The rock is the "nutrients" that have been digested.

Shen Che finally understood.

I understand now why the young man in the old Taoist robe dared to say "yes".

I now understand why the smoke from those three incense sticks condensed in the air.

He realized that the biggest deal he had ever made in his life was not a deal with the Heavenly Dao.

It was Heaven using his corpse as a bargaining chip.

The wind picked up.

Shen Che's hair was blown into a mess.

This is the first time his hair has been messy since he became an adult.

He never allowed himself to lose control in any way.

The hairstyle doesn't work.

The facial expression is not good.

I'm in a bad mood.

But at this moment, I am standing on the rooftop of the sixtieth floor.

Faced with the city lights and a business empire that no longer belonged to him, he lost control.

He smiled.

It wasn't a sneer.

It wasn't a bitter smile.

It was a very strange laugh, one that even he himself couldn't discern the emotion behind.

It's like someone who's been the dealer their whole life discovering for the first time that they're actually just a chip on the poker table.

"interesting."

He said three words to the wind.

The sound was carried away by the wind.

Nobody heard it.

Then he turned around.

We left the rooftop.

He didn't jump.

Three years ago, Chen Mingyuan of Yunqi Technology jumped to his death.

But Shen Che wouldn't.

It's not because he's stronger than Chen Mingyuan.

It's not because he's more arrogant than Chen Mingyuan.

So proud that even in defeat.

They refused to admit defeat by dying.

He walked back to the elevator.

I pressed the down button.

The elevator doors closed.

The numbers start jumping down from 60.

59.

58.

57.

Layer by layer.

down.

That evening.

Qingyun Temple.

Qin Du was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Bottom right corner of the field of view —

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The system panel lit up.

The messages popped up one line at a time.

very long.

It took longer than any previous settlement.

[Ding—Your wish has been granted.]

[Wisher: Shen Che]

[Wish: PanShi Group will achieve 100% absolute market monopoly within three months.]

[Actual completion time: 27 days.]

[Wish Fulfillment Rate: 100%]

[Implementation Method: After the forced dismantling of PanShi Group, its core assets were absorbed by its three major competitors. These three competitors then merged to form HuaPan Technology Group, achieving 100% absolute market monopoly. PanShi Group's technology, team, and resources were all used to build this monopolistic empire as the "acquired party."]

[Overall Assessment: S+ Level Case (Extremely high completeness of causal chain + extremely wide social impact + highest level of compensation intensity in history)]

[Gained Incense Points: +1200]

One thousand two hundred.

Qin Du's eyes lit up.

The highest single income was 350 from Tangtang.

Shen Che was worth three and a half Tangtangs by himself.

Shen Che's case was like a nuclear bomb dropped into the calm lake of China's business world.

The shockwave spread outwards in concentric circles.

The first to be shaken was the Internet.

The amount of online discussion about "Qingyun Temple" surged four hundred times in a week.

But the difference from before is—

In previous discussions, netizens' reactions were, "Haha, this is hilarious!" and "This Taoist temple is really eerie!"

"I'd like to give it a try too."

It's curiosity.

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It's about curiosity.

It's a bystander mentality from a safe distance.

But his attitude changed after the Shen Che case.

It's not out of curiosity anymore.

It is reverence.

Then there's the business world.

After the Shen Che case.

It is said that more than one entrepreneur with a net worth of over 10 billion yuan has considered going to Qingyun Temple to "give it a try".

But in the end, none of them went.

It's not because I don't have time.

It's not because I don't believe.

It's precisely because they believed too much.

Shen Che's ending taught them a lesson about the power of fate.

Even dragons have to coil up.

The way to "pan" is to avoid it.

Don't make a wish.

Don't think you're anything special.

Don't assume your gold bars are more valuable than others'.

In the dictionary of Heaven's Way—

The only difference between gold bars and copper coins is which hurts more when they are hit.

Half a month has passed since Shen Che's incident.

Qingyun Temple has returned to its long-lost 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.

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The number of viewers in the live stream remained stable at around two million.

Life went on uneventfully.

But for some people, life isn't so easy.

Halfway up the mountain.

Daen Temple.

The period of seclusion and quiet contemplation has now entered its third month.

They call it spiritual retreat, but in reality they're just waiting to die.

The number of pilgrims has stopped.

The donation box is empty.

Meditation courses, vegetarian restaurants, scripture writing classes, cultural and creative products—all revenue streams have been wiped out.

The once-golden temple, which used to earn nearly 100 million yuan a year, is now struggling to even pay its water and electricity bills.

The parking lot, which used to be bustling with cars and have queues stretching for hundreds of meters, is now overgrown with weeds.

The gold paint on the upturned eaves and corners began to peel off.

A thick layer of dust has accumulated on the granite ground in Myanmar.

The entire temple resembles a giant drained of its blood, possessing only a magnificent shell while being utterly decayed inside.

And where the giant's heart is located.

Abbot's Room.

Jueyuan sat on the futon.

But he is no longer the kind-faced "high monk" he was three months ago.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken.

Prominent cheekbones.

His gray beard was a tangled mess, indicating it hadn't been groomed in a long time.

Black dirt was embedded in the crevices of his fingernails.

The monk's robe was wrinkled, as if he had worn it for several days without changing it.

He exuded an unpleasant odor, a mixture of sweat and mildew.

There was a stack of documents on the table in front of him.

All bills.

Utilities (water and electricity). Property management fees. Monks' meals. Temple maintenance fees. Legal fees.

The lawyer's fees were the largest expense.

Last time, in order to protect himself from being implicated in Sun Hao's case, he spent seven figures hiring a legal team.

That sum of money emptied the temple's last savings.

How much is left in the account now?

He dared not look.

Every time he glanced at that number, his temples would throb.

It felt like someone was hammering nails into his head.

Jueyuan closed his eyes.

Turning the prayer beads in his hand.

The prayer beads spun very quickly.

It's three times faster than before.

The sound of the beads colliding with each other became a continuous chorus.

Like a machine gun.

He was thinking about something.

It was something he had been thinking about for three whole months.

Something he knew he shouldn't think about, but he was increasingly unable to control himself.

Qingyun Temple.

That dilapidated Taoist temple.

That damned, dilapidated Taoist temple.

Without it.

His temple remains the "Number One Temple in Yunzhou," earning nearly 100 million yuan annually.

He is still the "Master Jueyuan" who is revered by thousands.

He can still sit in a magnificent hall and say "Amitabha" to the camera.

He could also use a kind smile and impeccable rhetoric in television interviews to convince everyone that he was a highly virtuous monk.

But now.

It's all over.

Fajing was arrested.

Sun Hao has gone mad.

He himself was invited to "have tea".

The temple was forced to close its doors.

His reputation was ruined.

The funding chain broke.

Everything he had accumulated in his life slipped through his fingers like sand in those three months.

And what about that dilapidated Taoist temple?

Two million people were watching the live stream.

He has over ten million fans across the internet.

Pilgrims flocked to the temple in an endless stream.

Even Shen Che, who has a net worth of 200 billion, made a wish.

It is becoming increasingly prosperous.

It's getting brighter and brighter.

Like a ball of fire.

And his temple grew darker and darker.

It's getting colder and colder.

It looks like a grave.