Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 80 The Rumor-Monger's Karma: To put it politely, he slapped himself so hard his teeth flew out?!

It landed two steps in front of Qin Du's armchair, stained with blood.

Su Nian was startled in the courtyard.

She opened her mouth wide but made no sound, her eyes darting back and forth between Black Dog and Qin Du.

She didn't know what had just happened; she only saw Black Dog's hand move on its own.

Black Dog Brother hit himself.

And he hit very hard.

One of my teeth was knocked out.

Black Dog Bro was even more surprised.

He froze on the spot, his left cheek burning with pain.

Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He licked his tongue around in his mouth.

There is an empty space in the lower left corner.

My teeth are gone.

He raised his right hand.

He glanced at his palm.

His palms were bright red.

It's still numb.

His mind went completely blank.

"I—I just—"

He swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Why did I hit myself?

He didn't understand.

I can't figure it out at all.

The hand moves on its own.

He had no intention of hitting himself.

He slapped himself for saying "aloof and otherworldly".

Qin Du sat in his armchair and watched this scene, his lips twitching slightly.

He was holding back a laugh.

It's been really tough holding it in.

But he held back.

He cleared his throat, his expression returning to normal.

"Lay Buddhist".

"Monks do not speak falsehoods."

After saying this, Qin Du picked up his enamel mug and took a sip of tea.

It was as if nothing had happened.

But those words went straight from Black Dog's ear to his spine.

His whole body.

I got goosebumps.

He didn't know what Qin Du meant by those words, nor did he know what the word "falsehood" referred to.

But his body knows.

His body was telling him.

What you just said about "having the air of an immortal" is a lie.

What you think in your heart is different from what you say.

This difference was captured by the wish you made yourself.

Then I slapped you.

But Black Dog's brain is currently completely incapable of thinking about these things.

He only felt it.

My face hurts.

My mouth hurts.

It felt like the tooth had been drilled.

Blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped his mouth haphazardly with his sleeve.

Blood smeared on the cuff of the plaid shirt.

A dark red bloodstain.

"I'm taking my leave."

Black Dog's voice trembled.

He dared not say anything more.

He turned around.

Very quickly.

He was almost jogging.

They escaped from the gates of Qingyun Temple.

He got into that beat-up pickup truck.

The engine made two noises but wouldn't start.

He tried again.

Finally, we hit it.

The car veered and lurched down the mountain road.

Studio.

There are 4.2 million online users.

Bullet comments.

They've gone mad.

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!!]

He hit himself!!! He hit himself!!!

I saw that tooth clearly!! It spun twice in the sunlight when it flew out!

He said something about having an "ethereal, otherworldly air" and then slapped himself! What kind of move is that?!

I want to have Qin Du's saying, "A monk does not speak falsehoods," engraved on the wall!!

[Monks do not lie!!! Hahahahahahaha!]

[The Heavenly Dao reacted way too fast this time! The wish took effect immediately after being made?]

[Shen Che waited twenty-seven days, Lin Hao waited twenty-four hours, but this Black Dog Brother didn't wait a second! He fulfilled his promise on the spot!]

[Is this Black Dog Bro? The one who runs the gossip account? Do you know how many people his account has smeared?]

[I know! He drove a young model to her death! It happened last year!]

[Is he here to make a wish to cause trouble? Is he trying to use the wish to upgrade his smear campaign skills?]

Judging from the force with which he slapped himself, God has already answered him.

Did you guys see Qin Du's expression? He's holding back laughter!! He's holding back laughter!! I captured the curve of his lips!!

[The image "[Monks do not speak nonsense.jpg]" has been saved, set as wallpaper, and sent to the family group.]

Su Nian looked in the direction where the beat-up pickup truck had disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

Then she turned to look at Qin Du.

"Celestial Master," she said.

"That slap just now."

"Did he hit himself?"

Qin Du hummed in agreement.

"Then why did he hit himself?"

Qin Du took a sip of tea.

He's lying.

Su Nian was stunned for a moment.

"You hit yourself for lying?"

Qin Du did not elaborate further.

He only glanced at the three incense sticks in the incense burner.

The smoke is still there.

There were still three grayish-white needles.

It hangs straight up.

but.

It's different from before.

Those three plumes of smoke were completely still.

just now.

They are very faint.

vibration.

It looks like there's something there.

In a very, very far place.

It is being started.

The video shows Black Dog Brother slapping himself on the spot.

Under the watchful eyes of 4.2 million people in the live broadcast room.

It was recorded by at least 800,000 people at the same time.

Within ten minutes.

This video began appearing on major platforms across the internet.

The video is very short.

Only twenty-seven seconds.

The image is a screenshot from Qingyun Temple's live stream.

The content is very simple.

A thin man in a plaid shirt said to Qin Du, "The Celestial Master truly has the air of an immortal."

Then his right hand rose up on its own.

They snatched it all up.

"Snap."

A small white thing flew out from the corner of his mouth.

I spun around twice in the sunlight.

Landing.

The man staggered two steps.

Qin Du sat in a grand chair.

He spoke slowly.

"Layman, monks do not speak falsehoods."

The video ends.

Twenty-seven seconds.

Those twenty-seven seconds happened that evening.

It set a record across the entire internet.

Total views of a single video across all platforms.

Within 24 hours.

It has exceeded 3 billion.

Three billion.

That means one in two people in the country has seen it.

Three terms appeared on the trending searches.

First.

"Monks do not speak falsehoods."

the second.

"You'll get slapped for telling a lie."

The third.

"Black Dog Brother's self-fan incident at Qingyun Temple".

All three terms entered the top five trending topics that night.

Among them, "getting slapped for telling lies" came in first place.

Then netizens did something.

They began to investigate the person "Black Dog Brother" thoroughly.

Previously, Brother Black Dog was hiding under the guise of "a certain gossip studio".

Ordinary people have no idea who he is.

I don't even know what he looks like.

He operates only behind the scenes.

Issuing press releases behind the scenes.

Extortion behind the scenes.

Destroying people behind the scenes.

But today.

He personally walked into a live broadcast room where 4.2 million people were watching.

His face was seen by millions of people.

Plaid shirt. Brown-rimmed glasses.

His beat-up pickup truck was completely exposed.

The viewers started digging.

They dug very quickly.

First hour.

Someone discovered the license plate number of his pickup truck.

Although there were scratches on the two corners of the license plate.

However, some netizens used AI to reconstruct the complete license plate number.

The second hour.

Someone found his studio address by looking at the license plate.

On the seventh floor of an office building in the old city area.

Unremarkable.

The sign on the door reads "XX Culture and Media Studio".

The third hour.

People started posting.

The title is...

"Those who have been smeared by Brother Black Dog, please stand up."

This post.

It was posted less than an hour ago.

There were already more than 300 replies below.

Each reply tells a story.

Each story comes with screenshots, chat logs, transfer records, and call recordings.

The content of the story.

Much the same.

Both.

"He first issued a vague and ambiguous press release."

"Then they'll contact you through an intermediary."

"Hey, you want to delete the article? Sure."

"Prices start at 200,000."

"You won't give it to me?"

"He'll post another one. Even harsher. More specific. Even more offensive."

"Aren't you going to give it to me?"

"He posted a third article. It's outright fabrication."

"You couldn't take it anymore. You gave in."

"He deleted it."

"A week later, he published another article."

"Repeating endlessly."

"Until you're completely broke."

"Or you don't care about your reputation anymore."

"Or you're dead."

More than three hundred.

Every single one of them is true.

Each one carries the real name or identifiable ID of the person involved.

Some people are saying this below.

"Thank you, Qingyun Temple."

"Thanks for that slap."

"He's finally been exposed."