Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 59 All That Doesn't Look Good, It's All Glittering Inside! A Mysterious Top Male Star Makes a Terrifying Appearance Amidst Soaring Black Qi.

Halfway up the mountain.

The once bustling and magnificent Daen Temple.

It has become a sealed-off ruin.

The eastern half of the main hall, which was destroyed by the bomb, is still collapsed.

The western half is still standing.

But no one lives here anymore.

The gold paint on the upturned eaves peeled off faster in the wind and rain.

On the granite ground in Myanmar, layers of ash accumulate and become thicker.

The parking lot that once had queues stretching for hundreds of meters.

It was overgrown with rampant weeds.

Occasionally, one or two sparrows would fly by.

It stopped on the half-collapsed eaves.

It chirped twice.

Then it flew away.

I'll never come back.

at the foot of the mountain.

Qingyun Temple.

Business is exceptionally good.

It was so good that Su Nian had to sweep the floor twice a day to feel satisfied.

More than a month has passed since the incident at Daen Temple.

Qingyun Temple has transformed from the "most popular Taoist temple on the internet" into a "must-visit destination on the internet".

The people who come are no longer pilgrims in the traditional sense.

Most of them were tourists.

They came wearing Hanfu.

Holding a selfie stick.

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Young couple.

Internet celebrity blogger.

University student clubs.

Backpackers.

One wave after another.

They came in, but made no wishes.

Take a walk around the yard.

Pat the stone tablet.

Pat the crooked tree.

Pat the banner that reads "Always responsive to requests, Heaven bears witness."

Then I stood at the gate of the courtyard.

Use the sealed-off ruins halfway up the mountain as a backdrop.

Selfie.

Post it on WeChat Moments.

Add a line of text.

"Checking in at the last vestige of God's dignity."

"The door above closes. The door below opens. Cause and effect reach their conclusion, without the slightest deviation."

"I dare not make a wish in this Taoist temple, but I am willing to come here to breathe a breath of clean air."

The Mind-Clearing Array is still in operation.

The air was a hundred times cleaner than that dead land halfway up the mountain, which had been burned and covered in ash.

Every tourist who comes in does one thing.

Take a deep breath.

Then he showed a comfortable expression.

This kind of expression can't be faked.

Formations have physical effects.

Qin Du sat in a grand chair.

Holding an enamel teacup.

Looking at the tourists coming and going in the courtyard.

There were 3.2 million viewers watching the live stream.

stable.

The chat in the live stream was sporadic and disjointed.

What brand of tea did the Celestial Master use today?

[I've looked at that banner at least a hundred times, don't you guys get tired of it?]

[I really admire the Taoist priest's mentality. He streamed for three hours, drank four cups of tea, chatted with the viewers about the weather, and then drank two more cups of tea.]

That's "composure." Others put on a show. He was born that way.

If it were me, I would have floated up to the sky by now.

Qin Du did not respond to these comments.

He took a sip of tea.

lay down.

I glanced at the system panel in front of me.

Current incense value: 8764.

The Shen Che case gave him 1200.

The Jueyuan case gave him another 1700—the Heavenly Purification level, which was 500 higher than Shen Che's case.

In addition, there has been a surge in individual visitor traffic over the past month or so following the Jueyuan case.

His incense offering value has returned to a very comfortable level.

Nearly nine thousand.

What does nine thousand mean?

This means he can finally redeem the item he's been eyeing but never had the heart to buy.

Spirit Spring - Beginner Level

Price: 4500 incense points.

Effects: A spiritual spring is generated within the courtyard, which can clear the mind and improve eyesight, and slightly strengthen the body.

as well as-

He recently discovered another newly unlocked item.

External Avatar - Virtual Level.

Price: 5000 incense points.

Effect: Generates a phantom avatar controlled by the host's will, which can move and speak within a 100-meter radius of the Taoist temple, but has no physical form, and lasts for two hours each day.

These two items together cost 9500.

He bought one of them, and had less than 4000 left.

Qin Du hesitated.

But he couldn't make up his mind.

This kind of thing depends on the timing.

Buying too early at the wrong time is a waste.

He was about to turn off the panel.

The furthest point in the field of vision.

At the entrance of the courtyard.

There's one more person.

This person's appearance was very abrupt.

They didn't just walk in confidently from the courtyard gate.

They slowly and stealthily moved in from the side of the courtyard gate, close to the wall.

He exuded an aura of "not wanting to be seen."

He was wearing a fisherman's hat pulled very low.

An N95 mask.

A pair of oversized sunglasses.

Together, they covered 95 percent of the face.

He was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt.

He even wore the hoodie hood up.

Wear it over your hat.

Not a single patch of skin was exposed on his entire body.

Qin Du stopped.

He glanced at the person.

The Qi Observation Technique is automatically activated.

A strong current of air made his pupils shrink.

Black mist.

A very dark aura.

It wasn't the black and gray color like Li Hao's.

It wasn't the pure black with dark red undertones like Sun Hao's.

Instead, it was an extremely bizarre double-layered airflow, with a bright, golden outer layer and a thick layer of black silt swirling inside.

The outermost layer is gold.

Golden fortune.

It felt like being enveloped by the prayers and love of ten thousand fans.

Bright. Dazzling. Warm.

But this layer of gold is thin.

Like a thin layer of sugar coating.

The inside of the sugar coating is black.

It's not just black, it's exceptionally black.

Qin Du withdrew his gaze.

He picked up the enamel mug.

I took a sip.

I silently recited a sentence in my mind.

"Another one."

The man wearing sunglasses, a mask, a fisherman's hat, and a black hoodie slowly made his way into the yard.

The first thing he did after he came in was not to look at the idol.

It's not about looking at the stone tablet.

It's not about looking at the banners.

It means looking around.

Carefully.

Alertly.

They possessed the professional vigilance of celebrities who are afraid of being photographed by paparazzi on the street.

It was confirmed that there were no reporters with telephoto lenses in the courtyard.

There were no fans holding up their phones.

No one recognized him.

He relaxed a little.

But I was still nervous.

His gaze was fixed on Qin Du.

After locking.

He walked straight over.

Every step exuded an urgent sense of "I'm pressed for time".

Walk to a spot three steps away from the armchair.

He stopped.

First, he looked around.

Then he lowered his voice.

Are you a Taoist master?

His voice was muffled by the mask.

It's somewhat ambiguous.

But Qin Du heard it clearly.

It was the voice of a young man.

Low-pitched.

It is magnetic.

It's like a specially trained voice, the kind that's perfect for a microphone.

Qin Du glanced at him.

He didn't say anything.

The man thought Qin Du hadn't heard him clearly.

It was repeated again.

"Are you the local Taoist master? I need to speak with you."

Qin Du took a sip of tea.

"Um."

The man took a deep breath.

He reached for his sunglasses.

Then I put it down again.

Then it stretched out again.

Then I put it down again.

I hesitated for a few seconds.

Finally, his hand stopped.

He did not take off his sunglasses.

He took his phone out of the inside pocket of his hoodie.

Turn on the screen.

It was held up in front of Qin Du.

The screen displays a 3x3 grid.

Nine photos.

the same person.

Different angles.

Sunlight.

Handsome.

A warm smile.

White shirt.

Guitar.

airport.

The podium.

There's even a public service photo of someone wearing a school uniform, holding a stack of books, waving at the camera in front of a university.

Nine photos.

Nine "positive energy" attitudes.