Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 55 The temple next door was blown up! Qin Du was still calmly eating instant noodles; this T

Chapter 55 The temple next door was blown up! Qin Du was still calmly eating instant noodles; this Taoist master's scheming was unfathomable.

4:57 a.m.

Twenty-five minutes after the explosion.

The first fire truck arrived at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Two ambulances followed closely behind.

Behind them were four police cars.

The blue and red police lights cut out eerie, flickering patches of light in the deepest darkness before dawn.

The sound of sirens echoed back and forth in the valley.

It sounded like a wounded giant beast howling in the mountains.

The entire mountain was alarmed.

The families living at the foot of the mountain all got up.

Someone was standing at their doorstep, wearing a coat and looking around.

Someone was holding a phone and recording a video of the firelight halfway up the mountain.

Someone was on the phone, cursing and saying, "Is this some kind of earthquake or what?"

But everyone knows it.

It wasn't an earthquake.

An earthquake will not only affect a single point halfway up a mountain.

An earthquake wouldn't create such a bright fire in the dark night sky.

That ball of fire illuminated the eaves of Daen Temple.

It illuminated half of Qingyun Mountain.

It was as bright as day.

The fire truck drove up the winding mountain road.

It got stuck halfway through the drive.

Because the mountain road is not wide enough.

Although the parking lot at Daen Temple is large, the mountain road leading to it was built ten years ago.

Designed according to the number of pilgrims at the time.

They hadn't considered how the fire trucks would get in.

The firefighters had to get out of the vehicle, carry the hoses, and run uphill step by step.

Run 100 meters, then stop to get water.

Run another 100 meters, then get more water.

When the first jet of water hit the burning ruins.

It was already 5:21 a.m.

Nearly an hour after the explosion.

The main hall of Daen Temple is basically beyond saving.

The eastern half collapsed.

The western half is still burning.

It was burning and crackling.

On the granite floor of Myanmar, molten gold leaf and melted wax oil are mixed together.

It flowed into a bright, eerie little river.

When the firefighter stepped in, the sole of his shoe was gold when he pulled it out.

"Damn, this temple is really rich," a young firefighter couldn't help but mutter.

His class monitor kicked him.

"Speak less. Get to work."

The monks of Daen Temple had mostly gotten up.

They stood in a circle outside the ruins, wearing monks' robes and barefoot.

No one speaks.

No one cried.

There was only a collective, numb shock.

The worst thing they had ever seen in their lives was when Fa Jing was arrested after the Sun Hao case.

But at least the temple was still standing that time.

And this time...

Their main hall.

It was burned.

collapsed.

Gone.

A young novice monk squatted on the ground, clutching a string of Buddhist prayer beads that had fallen out and were deformed from the explosion.

He didn't cry.

He just stared at the string of Buddhist prayer beads.

Looked for a long time.

Then he suddenly looked up and asked, "Where is the abbot?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Correct.

Where is the abbot?

The abbot's room is less than fifty meters away from the main hall.

He couldn't possibly have remained unperturbed.

But why didn't he come out?

Could it be that...?

An elderly monk, who was in charge of receiving guests, changed his expression.

He threw down the bucket of water he was holding.

He took off running towards the abbot's room.

He ran to the door of the abbot's room.

He saw it.

Jueyuan.

Face down.

Lying on the stone slab.

There was a pool of dark red blood beneath him.

In the alternating light of fire and dawn, the pool of blood gleamed with a nauseating sheen.

The guest monk almost cried out.

He rushed over, squatted down, and checked Jueyuan's breath.

There's still air.

But it's very faint.

"Ambulance!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "The abbot has fainted! Quick! Ambulance!!"

The ambulance drove over from the parking lot.

Bring over the stretcher.

Jueyuan was turned over.

The instant I turned over.

Several young monks unconsciously took a half step back.

Because of Jueyuan's face.

It was no longer the abbot's face they were familiar with.

Eyes open.

But the eyeballs have no focus.

The pupils are dilated.

There was still blood on the corner of his mouth that he hadn't wiped away.

His jawbone was as stiff as a stone.

His entire face was contorted in an extremely bizarre expression.

It's like anger.

It felt like despair.

It's like he's gone mad.

The ambulance took him down the mountain.

Police lights flashed.

The sirens wailed.

The firelight remained on the mountain and the monks filled the temple.

at the same time.

Qingyun Temple.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

The sky was a very pale color, somewhere between gray and blue.

The lights in the yard were off.

The aura of the Tranquil Mind Array flowed slowly through the morning mist.

Su Nian was awakened by the sounds coming from the mountain.

It wasn't an explosion.

She was sleeping too soundly to hear the explosion.

She was woken up by the sirens of fire trucks and ambulances.

The sirens blared one after another.

It stretches on and on.

It was like a long, blunt nail, driven straight into her ear.

Su Nian opened her eyes.

I paused for two seconds.

Then she sat up.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it.

5:37 a.m.

She frowned and put on her clothes.

Open the door to the side hall.

I walked into the courtyard.

Qin Du also got up.

He stood at the gate of the courtyard.

I looked up at the mountain.

Expressionless.

On the mountain.

Thick smoke.

Firelight.

Police lights.

It created a very unreal scene.

Su Nian was stunned for a few seconds.

"The mountain is on fire!"

Qin Du hummed in agreement.

"Daen-ji Temple".

"Daien-ji Temple?"

Su Nian raised her voice by half a tone.

Daen Temple has been closed for three months for quiet meditation.

There were not many people in the temple.

How did it catch fire?

More importantly, she heard more than just fire trucks.

There were also ambulances and police cars.

Especially police cars.

Four police cars wouldn't usually be needed for a typical fire.

Qin Du did not answer her question.

He was just holding his enamel mug.

I took a sip.

Then he said, "Let's wait until dawn. We'll know when it's light."

Su Nian looked at his profile.

Qin Du's expression was no different from usual.

It's faint.

It could even be described as boring.

But Su Nian suddenly had a feeling.

This fire.

he knows.

He not only knew that he might—

I knew it a long time ago.

She didn't ask.

Standing with Qin Du at the courtyard gate, they watched the fire halfway up the mountain grow smaller and smaller.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

The live stream is now live.

Qin Du sat on the Grand Tutor's chair as usual.

Enameled tea mug. High-foam tea. Instant noodles.

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Everything remains the same.

But this time, the live stream exploded as soon as it started.

[Celestial Master! Have you heard?!]

[Daienji Temple is on fire!! It's really burning down!!!]

[This isn't a regular fire; someone set it off with explosives! The news is out!]

[You guys open the news! Holy crap!]

Half of the main hall was blown to pieces! The temple's prized gilded Buddha statue is said to have been completely shattered!

Abbot Jueyuan has been taken to the ICU! Thankfully, he hasn't woken up yet!

What's going on here? Who did this? Why bomb Daen Temple?

I have a theory—could it be related to Qingyun Temple?

Shut up! Don't talk nonsense! Do you think you've lived too long?

Qin Du and Yi Heng swiped their bullets, and Yi Heng ate his instant noodles.