Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 60 A disgraced male celebrity seeks divine intervention overnight? Top star attempts to use money to break down the gates of a Taoist temple.

Qin Du glanced at it.

He recognized the man.

To be more specific, I first heard the name when Su Nian was editing videos.

Top male star.

Xiao Yu.

He has nearly 70 million fans across the internet.

She debuted from a talent show and has been in the industry for six years.

She accepted 37 endorsements in six years.

She has been listed among the "Top Ten Most Popular Artists in China" for three consecutive years.

He is affectionately known as "the nation's little brother" by his fans.

Known for being "sunny", "positive", "hardworking", "not love-obsessed", "filial", and "multi-talented".

It is one of the most dazzling traffic myths of this era.

Qin Du finished looking at the nine photos on the screen.

He raised his eyes.

Look at the person who is covered up completely.

He didn't say anything.

wait.

The other party probably felt it was necessary to confirm again.

He put the phone back.

He glanced left and right again.

Then he raised his right hand.

Slowly and very carefully, I pulled my mask down one centimeter.

Only a lip and a small section of the chin are visible.

But that lip shape and that jawline.

Qin Du recognized him.

That's the mouth on the screen.

That chin.

It's Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu quickly pulled the mask back on.

It was covered up completely.

"Now you know who I am."

His voice lowered even further.

So low it seemed as if it was afraid of being recorded by the air.

"I have something very important that I need your help with."

He took a step closer to Qindu.

They are very close.

Qin Du could smell a faint scent of cigars mixed with perfume on him.

"That wish you mentioned, does it really come true?"

Qin Du took a sip of tea.

"The rules are written on the stone tablet."

He didn't even look at Xiao Yu.

Instead, he looked at the stone tablet at the entrance of the courtyard.

"Three sticks of incense, one wish. Making a wish is free, fulfilling a wish is up to fate."

"See for yourself."

Xiao Yu did not look at the stone tablet.

His expression was obscured by his sunglasses and mask.

But his body language conveyed an arrogant "I'm impatient with this process" attitude.

He took out his wallet.

The action is fast.

He pulled a stack of black cards out of his wallet.

One. Two. Three.

I counted ten.

They were all black cards.

He slammed ten black cards onto the small coffee table in front of Qin Du.

"Each of these cards has a credit limit enough to buy an entire street."

Tell me how many you want. I'll make them for you right away.

"Then you start from this door and end at that door."

He drew a circle with his finger.

"Give me this Taoist temple for an afternoon."

"I don't want anyone else to bother me."

I want to make a wish.

"This wish can only be heard by you."

Xiao Yu spoke these words very quickly.

It was so fast it felt like a play.

He himself directed this scene.

He is the actor.

The audience is also himself.

He seemed to have made up his mind.

Any ordinary person, faced with Xiao Yu and his ten black cards, would say "good".

Qin Du's hand stopped.

He put down the enamel mug.

Then he stood up.

The movement of standing up was very slow.

He didn't speak.

He walked to the small coffee table.

Bend over.

Use your fingers to push the ten black cards aside one by one.

Push it to Xiao Yu's side.

Then he sat back down in the armchair.

He picked up the teacup.

I took a sip.

"go out."

Xiao Yu was stunned.

"What?"

"The main hall is where believers offer incense," Qin Du said calmly, "not for you to discuss business."

"If you want to make a wish, go to the courtyard and burn your incense."

"Don't block other people's way."

Studio.

It had already exploded by then.

The barrage of comments was so fast that it was almost impossible to see them.

[Holy crap! That's Xiao Yu! I recognize him!]

I wouldn't mistake Xiao Yu's figure! I could recognize him even if he were wearing a vest!

Those ten black cards—brothers, this data allowance is pretty good—

[No way, a top influencer with 70 million followers came to a Taoist temple to make a wish? What happened to him?]

I have a very bad feeling about this.

[The Celestial Master let him out! The Celestial Master let the top celebrity out!]

[Hahahaha, as expected of the Celestial Master of Qingyun Temple! Even a top figure like him has to follow the rules in the main hall!]

Xiao Yu stared wide-eyed behind his sunglasses.

His lips trembled slightly.

No one has ever spoken to him like that since his debut.

The agent didn't dare.

The director dared not.

The fans dare not.

Even his supposedly "powerful" sugar daddy spoke to him with a smile.

There was only one young man wearing a tattered Taoist robe.

He sat in an old armchair.

Drinking high-foam tea that costs fifteen yuan per kilogram.

Use a tone that says, "I don't know you, so I can't be bothered to be polite."

Let him go.

Xiao Yu opened his mouth.

He couldn't utter a word.

Then he remembered something.

Something that left him no time to argue with a lousy Taoist priest.

Something that happened less than 48 hours ago.

This is a matter that, if not handled properly, could turn Xiao Yu from a "national little brother" into a "drug-involved celebrity" within 72 hours.

Something that forced him to drive six hours overnight from Beijing to Yunzhou.

He took a deep breath.

They took back the ten black cards.

Put it in your wallet.

Then he did something he had almost never done in his life.

He didn't swear.

He didn't give them a hard time.

I didn't post on Weibo to publicly criticize them.

He simply turned around.

They walked out of the main hall.

We walked into the courtyard.

There were still a few tourists in the courtyard.

But seeing Xiao Yu's tightly covered-up attire...

Everyone consciously retreated towards the courtyard gate.

One of them was a middle-aged man carrying a camera. He looked like a tourist from out of town, and very professionally pulled out his DSLR camera from his bag.

But he had just raised the camera.

He was then held down by Su Nian, who was standing next to him.

"Teacher," Su Nian said in a businesslike tone.

"You're not allowed to take pictures of other people's faces here."

"These are the rules of Qingyun Temple."

Su Nian didn't say it casually.

She was serious.

After "joining the company", Su Nian established several ironclad rules.

One of the rules is: no matter who the pilgrim is, they are not allowed to take pictures of their faces after entering the courtyard.

She edited "Qingyun Temple Documentary" herself, and only ever filmed scenes of Qindu and the Taoist temple.

I never photograph the faces of worshippers.

This is not to protect anyone.

It's for everyone who comes here—

Whether you're a business owner, a driver, a student, a housewife, or a top celebrity, you can be treated like an ordinary person in this small courtyard.

This was what she felt was the most precious thing about Qingyun Temple from the very beginning.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

He thought about it.

I put the camera away.

Xiao Yu heard Su Nian's voice.

He turned his head.

He glanced at Su Nian.

His gaze lingered behind the sunglasses for two seconds.

Then he said a very soft "thank you".

Those two words were spoken with genuine sincerity.

Then he turned around.

They walked to the incense burner in the center of the courtyard.

More than a million people were watching this scene simultaneously in the live stream.

But it was precisely because of Su Nian's words that no one spontaneously mentioned his name in the comments.

Everyone unanimously referred to him as "this person," "that person," or "the masked man."

It's like a tacit understanding.

It also resembles a new set of rules in the martial arts world, the gate of Qingyun Temple.

You can be anyone you want before you come in.

I went inside.

You are a "wisher".

That's it.