Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 56 Running barefoot and in underwear across half the city! Abbot Jueyuan knelt down in front of the incense burner in the Taoist temple in front of everyone!

When Jueyuan woke up.

It's 11 a.m.

He was lying in a hospital bed.

The ceiling is white.

The light is white.

The bed sheets are white.

The walls are white.

Everything was white.

It was a whiteness unlike any he had ever seen in his life.

His mind went blank for a few seconds.

Then the memories came flooding back like a tide.

Mahavira Hall.

Firelight.

explosion.

ruins.

He spent three million to have his own temple blown up.

He wanted to blow up the dilapidated Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain.

But it was their own house that was blown up.

This absurd, impossible, yet undeniably true fact.

Like a red-hot branding iron.

It was imprinted directly into his mind.

Jueyuan sat up in bed.

Very suddenly.

The young nurse who suddenly appeared to take care of him was startled.

"Mr. Jueyuan! Slow down! You're still under observation!"

Jueyuan didn't look at her.

His gaze was fixed on the white digital clock on the opposite wall.

11: 07.

The pendulum swung back and forth.

The second hand ticked away.

With each step he took, his temple throbbed.

Jumping and jumping.

His lips twitched.

then.

He smiled.

An extremely eerie, quiet laugh.

A smile played on his lips.

But there was no emotion in his eyes.

Like a damaged statue.

The nurse felt a tingling sensation in her back.

Her professional intuition told her so.

There's something wrong with this patient.

It's not a physical problem.

"Mr. Jueyuan? How are you feeling?" she asked cautiously.

Jueyuan did not answer.

He pulled back the covers.

He put his legs down from the edge of the bed.

Barefoot on the ground.

He was still wearing that wrinkled white underwear.

She wore a pair of white mid-length shorts underneath.

Her hair was a complete mess.

Like a scarecrow that has just been pulled out of the water and dried in the sun.

"Where are you going? You can't get out of bed yet!" The nurse stepped forward to help him.

Jueyuan gave her a push.

His strength was unexpectedly great.

The nurse stumbled and took two steps back.

Jueyuan walked past her.

I arrived at the door of the ward.

Open the door.

He went outside.

There were other patients and their families in the corridor.

Several young nurses passed by.

Everyone saw this strange old man with disheveled hair, bare feet, and wearing white underwear.

Everyone was stunned.

Some people instinctively retreated towards the wall.

Jueyuan did not look at them.

His gaze was fixed straight ahead.

Walk straight ahead.

Walk down the corridor.

I walked past the nurses' station.

Walk through the elevator lobby.

Heading towards the stairwell.

"Stop him!" The nurse in the ward finally reacted and chased after him. "A patient with mental health issues is trying to run! Stop him!"

Two security guards ran over from the end of the corridor.

Jueyuan pushed open the door to the fire escape.

They crawled inside.

The security guard chased him to the door.

The door is already closed.

They kicked the door open.

In the stairwell.

Jueyuan ran down the steps one by one.

Bare feet.

The soles of my feet made a "pattering" sound on the concrete stairs.

They run incredibly fast.

He doesn't look like a man in his sixties who is still under observation.

It was as if something was driving him from within.

An uncontrolled force belonging to madmen.

The security guards couldn't catch up.

Panting, he had no choice but to chase.

From the sixth floor to the fifth floor.

From the fifth floor to the fourth floor.

From the fourth floor to the third floor.

Then Jueyuan slammed open the door on the ground floor of the stairwell.

They rushed into the hospital's backyard.

There is a small door in the backyard that leads to the road outside.

There is no security guard.

Jueyuan crawled out.

They rushed onto the road.

Bare feet.

With disheveled hair.

Wearing white underwear.

Under the midday sun.

They ran wildly towards Qingyun Mountain.

The hospital is located at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Seven kilometers.

Jueyuan ran for an hour.

He himself didn't know how he finished the run.

The soles of his feet were worn raw.

The bloodstains stretched from the hospital to the foot of the mountain.

He was panting heavily.

But he didn't stop.

There was only one thought in his mind.

Qingyun Temple.

Qingyun Temple.

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He had to go to Qingyun Temple.

He has to go.

He must—

Make a wish.

It was the most important wish he had ever made in his life.

12:41 PM.

The entrance to Qingyun Temple.

A figure appeared that everyone will never forget.

With disheveled hair.

Bare feet.

Wearing white underwear.

His body was covered in blood and sweat.

He looked like a madman who had crawled out of hell.

It was the time when the sun was at its most intense.

Several casual visitors were standing at the entrance of Qingyun Temple.

The first time they saw Jueyuan.

They all instinctively and silently took two steps back.

Jueyuan is alone.

We entered Qingyun Temple.

yard.

Qin Du sat in a grand chair.

His live stream had 2.5 million viewers.

At this very moment, on the screens of 2.5 million people—

They all clearly saw the figure walk into the courtyard.

The live chat exploded instantly.

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[Holy crap?! Who is that?!]

Wait a minute—this person—why does he look familiar?

[Good heavens—is that Abbot Jueyuan?!]

[Jueyuan?! You must be kidding me?! Isn't Jueyuan in the hospital?!]

What's wrong with him?! Has he gone mad?!

Qin Du sat in a grand chair.

He picked up the enamel mug.

I took a sip of tea.

lay down.

He didn't speak.

He didn't stand up.

Su Nian was sweeping the yard.

The moment I saw Jueyuan come in.

She stopped sweeping.

Then she quietly moved two steps closer to Qin Du.

His eyes remained fixed on Jueyuan.

Jueyuan.

He slowly, step by step, walked to the center of the courtyard.

They walked up to the incense burner.

He raised his head.

I glanced at the three repainted statues in the main hall.

I glanced at the banner on the wall—"Always ready to grant your request, Heaven bears witness."

I glanced at the stone tablet—"Three incense sticks, one wish. Making a wish is free, fulfilling a wish is up to fate."

Then his gaze.

Finally, the focus shifted to Qin Du, who was sitting in the grand master's chair.

Eyes facing each other.

Qin Du looked at him.

No surprise.

No mercy.

There was no mockery.

There was only a very bland look in the eyes of someone looking at a dead person one last time.

Jueyuan's lips trembled slightly.

He didn't speak.

Instead, it was a "thump".

He knelt down.

His knees slammed hard onto the bluestone slab.

It made a muffled sound.

Even Qin Du frowned.

This kneeling.

It took all my strength.

The kneecap will definitely break.

But Jueyuan felt nothing.

He knelt before the incense burner.

He stretched out his trembling hands.

From the incense holder on the altar.

Three incense sticks were drawn.

His movements were slow.

very slow.

It looks like a robot whose battery is about to run out.

Every movement was sluggish and awkward.

But every action was completed.

Three sticks of incense.

It's out.

He grabbed the lighter from the incense table.

I hit it three times.

I missed the first time.

It didn't work the second time.

the third time.

The flames leaped up.

Three sticks of incense.

Bright.

Smoke rises.

Straight.

It does not rotate at all.

Jueyuan raised the incense to his chest with both hands.

Raise your head.

Looking at those three statues.

Then he spoke.

The voice was hoarse.

It looks like sheet metal that has been sanded.

But every word was pronounced extremely clearly.