Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 69: The rich young master makes a poisonous oath before the gods to seize a billion-dollar fortune, and pure black gears gather in the incense burner!

Lin Hao opened his mouth.

His anger had reached his throat.

According to his habit.

By this time, he should have already ordered his bodyguards to slap away the woman who dared to block his way.

But oddly enough.

After his anger surged to his throat, it felt like he had hit something.

its stuck.

Lin Hao frowned.

His mind seemed a little clearer than usual.

He quickly did a mental calculation.

I am here today to do something extremely important.

If you lose your temper here because of a woman.

Someone took a picture of it and posted it online.

The old man isn't quite dead yet.

His two younger brothers' legal teams.

They will hold onto this video and won't let it go.

They will use this to prove that he is "of bad character and unsuitable to inherit the throne".

This risk isn't worth taking.

Lin Hao took a deep breath.

Then he waved.

"Put the things outside."

The bodyguards were taken aback.

But they were all well-trained.

The team leader's bodyguard exchanged a glance with Lin Hao, and then...

The eight bodyguards tacitly untied the items from their waists.

It included three daggers, two stun guns, and some other things that are best left unsaid.

They were all placed on a small stone platform outside the courtyard gate.

Then they followed Lin Hao into the courtyard empty-handed.

On the grand master's chair.

Qin Du took a sip of tea.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

[Elementary Dao Heart Clarity Formation].

My first real-world experience.

effect.

Okay.

Lin Hao walked to the center of the courtyard.

He saw the grand master's chair.

I saw the young Taoist priest sitting in the grand master's chair.

Qin Ferry.

It's exactly the same as what I saw in the news.

He was wearing an old, faded Taoist robe.

He was holding an enamel mug in his hand.

His expression was very calm.

There was no particular emotion in his eyes.

I'm not excited.

I'm not nervous.

He did not flatter.

It's the kind of look you give to an ordinary visitor.

Lin Hao felt a little uncomfortable.

He was used to being viewed through various filters.

The young Taoist priest's attitude towards him today.

It made him feel a strange sense of equality.

No.

It is contempt.

The young Taoist priest didn't take him seriously.

Qin Du's Qi Observation Technique was activated the moment Lin Hao entered the courtyard.

He saw the air above Lin Hao's head.

Pure black.

But it's not the pure black with dark red streaks of blood debt like Sun Hao's.

It's not like Xiao Yu's kind of black-and-white packaging, all gold on the outside and black on the inside.

It is a black color, a mixture of scalding coppery stench and stale, bloody odor.

Qin Du had seen this color of air before.

In old movies.

It's the kind of arrogance that capitalists had when they were gnawing on people's bones in the old society.

Qin Du took a sip of tea.

I silently labeled this person in my mind.

Another person offering incense money.

He waited for Lin Hao to speak.

The live stream is currently running.

Online user count.

It surged from 1.5 million to 2.2 million.

The barrage of comments exploded.

[Holy crap, they're here! A Rolls-Royce convoy!]

Who is this? Does anyone recognize him?

[I know him! This is Lin Hao! The young master of the Lin Group!]

[The Lin Group? The local richest man with a net worth of 120 billion?]

Yes! That's his house! His father, Lin Tairan, was on the news a couple of days ago, saying he was critically ill!

What is Lin Hao doing at Qingyun Temple?

Need I say more? Come and make a wish!

What did he wish for? His family is worth hundreds of billions; what wishes could possibly remain unfulfilled?

[Holy crap! I'm getting excited! A power struggle within a wealthy family is about to unfold!]

Lin Hao stopped in front of the incense burner.

"Celestial Master," Lin Hao said.

Qin Du hummed in agreement.

"I heard," Lin Hao said.

"Make a wish here."

"It can grant any wish."

"As long as you dare to promise."

Is it true?

Qin Du glanced at him.

"The rules are on the stone tablet. Look for yourself," Qin Du said.

Lin Hao frowned.

This attitude.

He endured.

"Then I'll make one and see," Lin Hao said.

"Let me make this clear from the start."

"If the wish I make today comes true tomorrow."

"Starting today, my Lin family will donate ten million yuan to this Taoist temple every year for thirty years."

"If it doesn't happen."

"From this day forward, my Lin family will have nothing to do with your dilapidated Taoist temple."

Qin Du smiled.

"Young Master Lin."

"God doesn't accept bets."

"It's up to you whether you allow it or not."

Lin Hao's expression changed slightly.

He took a deep breath.

Then he turned and glanced at his secretary.

The secretary stepped forward.

Hand him a piece of paper.

The paper was covered with densely written words.

Lin Hao took it.

He came before today.

He had a lawyer review his wish word for word.

Make sure there are no loopholes in every word.

He glanced down at the contents of the paper.

A cold smile slowly crept onto his lips.

This wish.

He had been holding it in for several days before he finally came out.

That was his final answer.

Once this wish is fulfilled.

From that time on, Lin Hao...

He is the sole and eternal owner of the Lin Group.

His two younger brothers, that illegitimate child, will never get a single penny from the Lin Group.

Not a single penny.

Lin Hao picked up three incense sticks.

His secretary lit the fire for him.

Three incense sticks were lit.

Lin Hao held up the incense and walked to the statue of the god.

He did not kneel down.

He just stood there.

He did not feel he should kneel before the three statues.

In his entire life, Lin Hao has never knelt before anyone except his father.

His father is dying now.

He will never kneel before anyone again.

Lin Hao raised three incense sticks.

Facing the idol.

He spoke up.

His voice was very clear.

He pronounced every word extremely clearly.

It was as if they were afraid that God wouldn't hear them.

"I make a wish."

"My father, Lin Hao, is Lin Tairan."

"Abdicate immediately."

"Within today."

"To acquire 100% of the legal representative status and all shares of the Lin Group."

"Transfer everything to my name, Lin Hao."

"at the same time."

"Let my two younger brothers."

"Including the illegitimate child that has already been made public."

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"Completely lose all inheritance rights to the Lin Group."

"forever."

"We must not touch any of the Lin Group's assets."

"This wish."

"I want it."

"Let's make it happen today."

The words fell.

Lin Hao is holding up three incense sticks.

Smoke rose up.

This time, the smoke.

From normal grayish-white.

It slowly turned gray.

Then it slowly turned dark gray.

It eventually turned black.

Pure black smoke.

It looked like something dirty was burning.

Black smoke rose from the top of the three incense sticks.

It slowly gathered above Lin Hao's head.

They gathered together.

Its shape resembles a black gear that is slowly rotating.

That gear has many spikes.

Every single spike.

All of this points to Lin Hao himself.

The live stream chat exploded.

[Holy crap!!! The smoke turned black!!!]

This is the scariest scene I've ever seen anyone make a wish!

[A black gear? All the spikes are pointed at him? I got goosebumps!]

Although I don't understand this celestial phenomenon, I have a vague feeling that Young Master Lin is finished.

[The previous three major cases: Shen Che's smoke was a gray vortex, Xiao Yu's was a rope loop, and Jue Yuan's smoke was a straight line. But this kind of black smoke gear is the first time I've seen it!]

The system panel lit up in the lower right corner of Qin Du's field of vision.

The messages popped up one line at a time.

[Ding. Your wish has been granted.]

[Wisher: Lin Hao]

[Wish details: Lin Tairan shall immediately abdicate and transfer 100% of the legal representative status and shares of the Lin Group to the wisher's name. Simultaneously, the wisher's two younger brothers (including their illegitimate son) shall completely lose all inheritance rights to the Lin Group and be forever barred from accessing its assets.]

Qin Du took a sip of tea and put down the teacup.

He looked at Lin Hao but didn't say anything.

Lin Hao inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner one by one.

After inserting it.

He turned around and glanced at Qin Du.

His eyes held a hint of regret, as if to say, "I gave you a chance to make money, but you didn't take it."

"Celestial Master," Lin Hao said.

"You saw it too."

"The smoke has turned black."

"What does this mean?"

Qin Du looked at him.

There was a three-second silence.

Then he spoke.

The tone was very flat.

There was no emotion whatsoever.

"Go back now."

"Wait for news."

Lin Hao stared at him for a few seconds.

Then he smiled.

He turned around and left Qingyun Temple with eight bodyguards and a secretary.

The engines of the three Rolls-Royces started up again.

Calm and composed.

Heavy and substantial.

The convoy slowly drove down Qingyun Mountain.

They disappeared at the end of the mountain road.