Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 53 The Illusion of Inner Demons! The world has completely changed in the eyes of the ruthless bandit!

4:04 AM.

mountain road.

The bald man is no longer leaving.

He leaned against the old tree with the cross carved on it, breathing heavily.

The canvas bag was placed at my feet.

More than two hours of meaningless walking not only depleted physical strength, but also mental energy.

He began to suspect something.

Something he had never doubted in his entire life.

Is there something on this mountain?

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He himself felt it was absurd when he asked that question.

He is a man who has killed people.

He doesn't believe in anything.

I don't believe in gods. I don't believe in Buddha. I don't believe in ghosts. I don't believe in fate.

He only trusted the knife in his hand and the explosives in his bag.

But at this moment, on this small hill less than two hundred meters high, after being trapped for more than two hours, a crack appeared in his belief system.

He squatted by the roadside, his hands covering his head.

He has stopped talking.

He was still cursing five minutes ago.

He cursed the mountain. He cursed the road. He cursed the trees. He cursed the moon. He cursed everything he could curse.

After he finished yelling, he fell silent.

It's not a peaceful quiet.

It's a kind of quiet that comes when you've been pushed to your limit and your brain automatically shuts down.

The mixed-race young man stood a few meters away.

He had his back to the other two people.

He was staring at the bushes by the roadside.

I've been watching it for a long time.

"Boss," he suddenly said.

The sound was strange.

It felt like I had a mouthful of cotton.

"Um?

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Is someone behind that bush?

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The bald man suddenly looked up.

He followed the mixed-race man's gaze.

bush.

moonlight.

Tree shadows.

There was nothing there.

Nobody's there. You must be seeing things.

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The mixed-race person did not answer.

He continued to stare at the bushes.

Then his pupils began to dilate.

Gradually enlarge it.

getting bigger.

It's abnormally large.

Because he saw it.

Behind the bushes.

There was a person standing there.

No. Not standing.

It's floating.

The person's feet were not on the ground.

Suspended in mid-air.

It is about ten centimeters above the ground.

The person was wearing all white.

Her long hair reached down to her waist.

The face is blurry.

Facial features are not clearly visible.

But its lips are black.

A black, gaping mouth, as if it had been gouged out.

She was smiling at him.

The mixed-race man's throat emitted an extremely sharp, inhuman cry.

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He turned and ran.

It runs extremely fast.

It's faster than ever before when performing a task.

The bald man was startled by his shout.

He suddenly stood up.

"What's wrong?!"

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The mixed-race person didn't answer.

He had already run more than ten meters.

He ran unsteadily, like a rabbit being chased by a hunting dog.

Just as the bald man was about to give chase, his own body suddenly froze.

Because he heard a voice.

It came from behind.

It's very light.

It felt like someone breathed into his ear.

Then a voice rang out.

It didn't come from outside.

It came from his head.

The voice wasn't speaking Chinese.

It's not in English.

It was his mother tongue during his childhood.

A language he hadn't spoken for many years, a language he thought he had even forgotten.

The voice was saying a name.

A name from a very, very long time ago.

The bald man's expression changed.

It doesn't make you whiter.

It turns gray.

The kind of ashen look that comes from seeing something you shouldn't have seen, the blood draining from your face.

He turned around abruptly.

Then he saw it.

A person.

Stand three meters behind him.

He knew that person.

We've known each other for thirty years.

But that person is already dead.

He's been dead for twelve years.

He killed him with his own hands.

That person is now standing in front of him.

Wearing the clothes he was wearing when he died.

There was a bullet hole in his chest.

The bullet holes reflected a dark red, damp light in the moonlight.

It looks like it's still bleeding.

The man was looking at him.

His lips moved slightly.

He said one sentence.

The bald man didn't hear what was said clearly.

Because he was already running.

I don't even need the canvas bag anymore.

Life is important.

He ran wildly along the mountain road.

Regardless of direction.

Regardless of before or after.

Just stay away from that thing.

A little further away.

Once again.

He ran for about 10 minutes.

He was panting like a cow about to collapse.

Then he stopped.

Because he saw the No. 15 building.

Under the moonlight.

The outline of a building appeared at the end of the mountain road ahead.

Flying eaves.

Upturned corners.

Plaque.

It reflected a faint light under the moonlight.

The bald man's eyes lit up.

is it.

That's the Taoist temple.

He found it.

We finally found it.

The damned Taoist temple that had tormented him for two or five hours was right in front of him.

Less than ten years.

The bald man wiped the sweat from his face.

Set your mind.

He glanced back at the way he had come.

nobody.

Those five "things" are gone.

It's an illusion.

It must be a hallucination.

Too tired. The Butterfly Goddess was too tense. She started hallucinating.

That's it.

It must be like this.

He took a few deep breaths.

Then he looked down at his hands.

My hands are empty.

Canvas bag.

His explosives.

It was left on the road I had just run along.

"class!"

He turned and walked back.

It took less than two minutes to walk.

He found the canvas bag by the roadside.

The bag is still there.

In good condition.

He picked up his bag.

He also saw baseball caps and mixed race.

Two or five people were squatting by the roadside.

The baseball cap was gagging.

The mixed-race man's crotch was wet.

I peed.

A desperate criminal hired for three million.

I was so scared I peed my pants.

The bald man didn't laugh at him.

Because if his bladder were even smaller, he might have urinated anyway.

"Stop crouching," the bald man said in a low voice, "I found it. It's right ahead."

He lifted his head, wearing a baseball cap.

"Found it?"

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"Okay. Reiju. Let's go. Let's finish this quickly and get going."

Three or five people stood up.

Carrying a canvas bag.

He staggered toward the building.

But what they didn't know was...

The "Taoist temple" they saw at that moment.

That building with upturned eaves and plaques.

It's not Qingyun Temple.

Qingyun Temple does not have upturned eaves or corners.

Qingyun Temple consists of only a dilapidated courtyard, a main hall, and a side hall.

The plaque has black background and gold lettering, not a bright and magnificent gold.

And the building in front of them.

Magnificent and resplendent.

Flying eaves and upturned corners.

Granite flooring in Myanmar.

It's the one on the mountainside of Nushan.

It is Daen Temple.

The ultimate consequence of the inner demon illusion is not meant to scare you.

Instead, it allows you to see a reassuring and "correct" goal after extreme fear.

Then it will guide you toward that goal.

However, those five targets were fake.

The direction is reversed.

You thought you were going downhill.

Actually, you're walking up the mountain.

You thought you had found Qingyun Temple.

Actually, you entered Daen Temple.

Mist Protects the Mountain Formation.

They never hurt anyone.

It just leads you astray.

Then let your own malice backfire on your own people.

It's exactly the same logic as the world's compensatory mechanisms.

4:32 AM.

Three or five people sneaked into the building.

In their eyes, this is the goal.

A dilapidated little Taoist temple.

The courtyard is not big.

The main hall is not tall.

It is exactly as described by the employer.

But in fact.

They were standing on Burmese granite.

They pushed open a mahogany door.

They entered the main hall, which houses three gilded Buddha statues.

In their eyes, the illusion of inner demons has "translated" forgetting everything.

The golden Buddha statue was translated as a Taoist deity statue.

The donation box was translated as an incense burner.

Buddhist scriptures were translated into Taoist scriptures.

"Putuan" has been translated as "Putuan". The five, however, do not need translation.