Taoist Master, wishing for a sacrifice-based system

Chapter 81 The Ultimate Nightmare of Keyboard Warriors: As long as you type out a word of slander, your ten fingers will feel as if they have been hammered to pieces!

Qin Du's live stream room.

After that post went viral.

Online user count.

From 4.2 million.

It soared to 5.5 million.

Another record has been broken.

On the screen (bullet comments).

The viewers started making jokes.

[It is suggested that Qin Du launch a new column for popularizing legal knowledge: "Telling lies will get you slapped."]

[It is suggested that all those spreading rumors online should go to Qingyun Temple and make a wish to see what happens.]

Qin Du's words could be considered the golden quote of 2026: "A monk does not speak falsehoods."

[The point isn't the sentence itself. The point is that he was holding back laughter while he said it. You know, he was holding back laughter! Look at the corner of his mouth!]

Qin Du sat in a grand chair.

I saw people in the comments section discussing him "trying not to laugh".

He did not respond.

He picked up the enamel mug.

I took a sip.

His face remained expressionless.

But Su Nian sat next to her.

She saw it out of the corner of her eye.

When Qin Du put down the teacup.

The corner of the mouth.

I did indeed slap it again.

Extremely small.

a bit.

On the way Black Dog left Qingyun Temple.

His left cheek has been swollen.

It changed from purplish-red to purplish-black.

After that canine tooth fell out.

My gums have been bleeding continuously.

He turned the car window to the rearview mirror and glanced at himself.

Five clear finger marks on the left cheek.

It was red and swollen.

It felt like someone had pressed a red-hot branding iron onto it.

The blood at the corner of his mouth had congealed into a dark red scab.

He quickly turned the rearview mirror back.

I don't want to watch it.

It's disgusting to look at.

He drove all the way back to the office building in the old town.

Park the car in the underground garage.

He sat in the car for five minutes.

I didn't get off the bus.

He was thinking about what had just happened.

Why does his right hand move on its own?

Why was he beaten up for saying "a sage with an air of otherworldly grace"?

He has told thousands upon thousands of lies in his life.

Saying "Your product is amazing" to a customer is a lie.

Saying "I didn't want this either" to someone who's being extorted is a lie.

Saying to your peers, "We're all content creators," is a lie.

He was never beaten for telling lies.

So, this slap today.

What exactly happened?

He couldn't figure it out.

But his face.

It was a real reminder to him.

This is not an illusion.

This is real.

It hurts.

It hurts a lot.

He's in so much pain that he's afraid to even open his mouth now.

He sat for five minutes.

I took a deep breath.

I opened the car door.

get off.

Enter the elevator.

Go up to the seventh floor.

Push open the door that reads "XX Culture Media Studio".

There are three people in the studio.

One of them was his assistant, Xiao Zhou.

Responsible for finding materials and contacting "insiders".

One of them is his editor, Lao Ma.

Responsible for writing press releases and layout.

One of them is his business contact, Xiao Li.

Responsible for taking orders and providing quotes.

The three men saw Black Dog Brother come in.

They were all stunned for a moment.

"Brother—what happened to your face?" Xiao Zhou asked.

Black Dog Bro had a sullen face.

"It fell."

"Don't worry about it."

He walked to his workstation.

sit down.

turn on computer.

Enter the password.

Turn on the computer.

His writing software was open on the desktop.

Nowadays.

He originally had a job to do.

I took on this job three days ago.

Someone from a brokerage firm contacted him.

They gave him a sum of money.

Give him 48 hours.

I'm going to publish a "scandalous" article about a top-tier female celebrity.

What is the content?

The content is fake.

It's all fake.

That actress recently accepted an endorsement deal with a competitor's product.

Her agency wants to ruin her reputation.

In the "materials" they gave to Brother Black Dog.

There are a few photoshopped images.

There are several edited recordings.

There is also a text description "provided by an insider".

Black Dog used to do this kind of thing.

Familiar with the place and the way.

All he needs to do is put these materials together.

Then write a sentence at the beginning.

"According to an insider."

In addition, he added a few "analyses" that he made up himself.

Finally, add a sentence at the end.

"This article is for informational purposes only; all information is subject to the response from the parties involved."

A standard smear press release is ready.

It can be done in half an hour if you're quick.

He did it for three years.

I've written no fewer than two hundred of these press releases.

Every single one.

The article begins with "According to insiders."

The statement concludes with "Subject to the response from the parties involved."

The whole thing is a lie.

Black Dog Brother sat in front of the computer.

He opened the source files that editor Lao Ma had prepared three days earlier.

I scanned it once.

Then he created a new document.

He placed his hands on the keyboard.

Ten fingers.

It rested on the button.

He was about to start typing.

He had already thought of the first sentence in his mind.

"According to an insider."

Standard opening.

Same as always.

He lowered his head.

Looking at the keyboard.

I took a deep breath.

The index finger of my right hand pressed the first key.

"J".

The first letter of the pinyin for "据".

The instant you press it down.

Nothing happened.

He pressed the second key.

"U".

Nothing happened.

He continued.

Then I started typing the pinyin for "insider".

"z".

"H".

"I".

"Q".

"I".

to here.

Nothing happened.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought it was what happened at Qingyun Temple earlier.

It was just an accident.

It might just be some kind of sudden muscle spasm.

Maybe he's just been too tired lately.

Perhaps there's some strange magnetic field in that dilapidated Taoist temple.

But as long as he leaves that place.

Everything returned to normal.

He kept hitting.

"According to an insider."

These seven characters have been typed.

Displayed on the screen.

He glanced at it.

no problem.

He continued to hit.

Type the next sentence.

This sentence is the core of the press release.

It's the only important sentence in the entire article.

It was the key accusation he used to smear that actress.

"The actress was recently photographed entering and leaving a high-end hotel late at night, suspected of having an improper relationship with a married businessman."

This sentence.

Every single word.

all fake.

The actress did not enter or leave the hotel.

The image has been photoshopped.

The recording was edited.

The wealthy businessman story is fabricated.

He added the phrase "improper relationship" himself.

From the first word to the last word.

None of them are true.

His fingers.

Start by typing the first character of this sentence.

"Should".

Pinyin. G—A—I.

He pressed "G" with his right middle finger.

pain.

A sharp, indescribable pain, like having your finger bones smashed down from directly above with a hammer.

From the tip of his right middle finger.

Along the finger bones.

Along the metacarpal bones.

Along the wrist.

Along the forearm.

All the way.

It hit his elbow joint.

"ah!!!"

Black Dog Brother screamed.

He jumped up from his chair.

He pulled his right hand back to his chest.

Ten fingers.

They all huddled together.

Like ten red-hot iron bars.

He was in so much pain that his whole body was trembling.

Xiao Zhou, Lao Ma, and Xiao Li all stood up at the same time.

"Brother! What's wrong!"

"What happened to your hand!"

Black Dog Brother squatted on the ground.

With his right hand clasped in front of his chest.

His forehead was covered in sweat.

His face was deathly pale.

pain.

It hurts so much.

It felt like every bone in my ten fingers was being crushed.

But he looked down at his hands.

My hand is fine.

The finger wasn't broken.

The bones weren't broken.

There wasn't even a red mark on his skin.

The hand is fine.

In good condition.

But it hurts.

It hurt like being hit by a hundred hammers at the same time.

The pain blurred his vision.

The pain almost made him faint.