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Jiang Chan, sitting in the corner, curled her lips into a cold smile.
A deep frying trick?
Vinegar and oil separate at their boiling points, with vinegar at the bottom and oil at the top. When the vinegar boils and bubbles, it looks like the oil is bubbling, but the actual temperature is far below the level that could cause burns.
A trick to fool a three-year-old!
A karmic outburst?
With the combination of hypnosis and the group fear effect, it's not surprising that you might scare yourself into making yourself sick.
Looking at the seemingly compassionate but actually greedy fake monk on the stage, and at the group of victims below who were being fooled and trembling with fear, Jiang Chan felt nothing.
Expose? For these ignorant believers? For the so-called truth? In the five years since the apocalypse, she has witnessed far more cruel deceptions.
Survival is the only thing that matters!
She had no interest in being a savior, and she didn't want to waste her precious bullets and energy on these strangers.
This Ciyun Temple is a cesspool.
She just wanted to get Xiaotao out of there as soon as possible, as far away as possible.
As for the maggots and flies in the pit?
Let them do whatever they want.
She couldn't be bothered to look anymore, so she took Xiaotao's hand and turned to leave.
She had only taken a few steps out of the crowd when she paused slightly.
Three steps away from her, a young man dressed in tattered shorts was also turning to leave.
He was lean and wiry, with a tired yet sharp look in his eyes, unlike an ordinary disaster victim.
He also saw the "miracle" on the stage, but his face showed no awe, only deep weariness and a hint of barely perceptible mockery.
Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.
The man's eyes remained calm. He nodded slightly to her as a greeting, then continued walking out of the courtyard without stopping.
Jiang Chan withdrew her gaze and was about to take a step.
[Ding!]
A cold, emotionless electronic voice exploded in the depths of her mind without warning!
Jiang Chan froze, her feet rooted to the spot!
[Quest Triggered: The Sinful Ciyun Temple]
[Mission Description: This is a temple occupied by bandits. A group of villains have tampered with scriptures and are causing chaos in people's hearts. Please expose their actions to the public, with over 100 witnesses!]
[Task Rewards: 10 Steamed Buns, 10 Bottled Water]
system? !
Jiang Chan's pupils suddenly contracted!
That thing that disappeared after transmigrating, like a stone sinking into the sea, has actually come back to life now?!
Exposing them? 100 people?! And in public?!
She turned her head sharply and stared intently at the fake monk on the high platform who had just finished performing "fishing for money in a frying pan" and was now enjoying the worship of the crowd, his face glowing with health!
"Sister Jiang?" Xiao Tao was startled by her reaction. "What's wrong?"
Looking at the sanctimonious face of the fake monk on the stage, and listening to the frenzied shouts of "Arhat" and "Buddha" from the surrounding disaster victims...
“I’m not leaving.” Her voice was low, with a strange excitement. “Let’s listen some more. Let’s hear what other ivory this ‘high monk’ can spew out.”
Steamed bun!
mineral water!
In this godforsaken place, it's the hard currency for survival!
This damn system has finally done something decent!
On the high platform, the other party ultimately didn't utter anything substantial, repeating the same things over and over again, but everyone just couldn't resist hearing the same things...
Finally, evening arrived.
As night fell, the temple fell silent.
Jiang Chan had her eyes closed, but her mind was highly focused.
The detector silently ascended and hovered above the brightly lit kitchen.
A high-definition lens penetrates the window.
The scene inside is clear: the solemn-looking "Zen Master Huiming" and several bald-headed accomplices are sitting around a greasy table, gnawing on chicken legs, drinking alcohol, and spitting everywhere.
"Hahaha! Those idiots were totally dumbfounded today!"
"Vinegar mixed with oil? That's a total rip-off! I put my hand in and it felt like I was soaking in lukewarm water!"
"Holy water? Ha! It cures all 'ailments'!"
The detector captured the foul language, unrestrained images, and sounds of laughter and cursing.
The camera moves, panning across the corner of the wall.
The iron pot used for the performance was left lying around carelessly.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Jiang Chan's lips.
...
The next morning, the same lecture hall was even more crowded.
Yesterday's "miracle" attracted a large influx of newly arrived disaster victims.
The atmosphere of fervor was even more intense than yesterday.
Finally, the moment to "witness the boundless power of Buddhism" has arrived once again!
Two gray-robed monks laboriously carried the heavy iron pot up to the high platform.
A fire was lit below the stage, and flames licked the bottom of the pot.
The oil was poured into the pot.
Sizzle... Smoke rises.
The oil temperature rose rapidly, bubbling and billowing thick smoke, filling the air with a pungent oily smell! The heat was intense!
Below the stage, the elderly disaster victims who had witnessed the "miracle" yesterday pointed excitedly, "Look! They're going to show their supernatural powers again!"
"A golden Arhat body?!" The newcomer looked both shocked and expectant.
"Zen Master Huiming," still dressed in his kasaya, walked slowly toward the oil cauldron with an air of detached tranquility.
He ate and drank a lot of food last night, and his stomach is still a little bloated.
Jiang Chan pulled Xiao Tao along and quietly retreated to the outer edge of the crowd.
The people of Liushutun crowded together, their expressions almost pious.
Most of them have already decided to stay and become "Buddhist disciples," and they must listen to the master's sermons with even greater devotion!
The oil in the wok was boiling violently, billowing thick smoke and scorching heat!
Zen Master Huiming stopped by the pot, feeling the even hotter temperature than yesterday, and a thought flashed through his mind: Is the fire burning too high today? I can't seem to smell the vinegar... It's probably just my imagination.
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