Chapter 260 Spiritual Cultivation Monastery
It was an hour later when I finally changed my clothes.
"Routine check to ensure the magnetic field is pure." The receptionist then used a metal detector to check the two of them thoroughly.
The metal detector passed over Lin Xiaoqing's right eye without making a sound.
(Zhang Mo's lips curled into a very faint smile: "Made by the National Security Bureau, it's indeed a good product.")
They were then led deeper into the building. After passing through several equally cold corridors paved with light gray tiles and filled with the mixed smells of disinfectant and incense, a heavy wooden door carved with intricate cloud patterns was pushed open.
Behind the door was a huge space—the auditorium.
The auditorium is estimated to be over 200 square meters, and the high dome makes the space feel even more spacious and oppressive.
A stark white light shone down from above, illuminating the forty-odd figures sitting on the ground below. All of them wore the exact same off-white cotton-linen clothes as Lin Ahong and Lin Xiaoqing, like copied and pasted dolls, arranged neatly. The air was thick with a mixture of sweat, incense, and a collective, hypnotic atmosphere, so quiet that only the low hum of the central air conditioning could be heard.
At this moment, Yang Qiang sat upright on the futon on the podium, wearing a simple yet exquisite dark blue jacket. His scalp, which was unusually smooth, was exposed below his receding hairline. The lamplight reflected a greasy, cold light off his head, making his slightly closed eye sockets appear even more sunken like tombstones.
He looked down at the silent "lambs" below with a compassionate gaze, slowly turning a string of ebony prayer beads between his fingers, making a barely perceptible "tap, tap" sound.
Lin Ahong immediately and respectfully, almost half-helping, half-dragging the slow-to-react Lin Xiaoqing, found two empty prayer cushions at the back of a row, and quickly sat down cross-legged, adopting a devout posture of listening attentively to the master's important speech—
"We are becoming sacrifices to foreign civilizations!"
Christmas trees are crowding out the Kitchen God statue, and Valentine's Day is trampling on the Qixi Festival! Furthermore, under the guise of 'civilized exchange,' church weddings are being packaged as fashionable, rendering traditional Chinese marriage certificates worthless.
Gentlemen, please observe—
The red veil has been replaced by a wedding dress, and the nuptial wine has been exchanged for champagne. Isn't this a sign of moral decay and social disorder?
The rise of video games has disrupted people's concentration, making it impossible to read more than three lines of classical texts!
And those genetically modified grains are actually meant to tamper with the bloodline of the Chinese people!
And look at Western medicine! They treat the symptom, not the cause, and readily resort to surgery and bloodletting. How can they understand the wisdom of our Chinese medicine of "superior doctors treating diseases before they occur"?
The antidepressants they invented are actually causing the souls of the Chinese people to sink into chemical toxins!
His tone grew increasingly high-pitched, with a sense of rupture, like the tolling of an apocalyptic alarm bell: "Technology can only destroy humanity!"
He suddenly opened his arms wide, as if to embrace the divine power in the void, and roared almost fanatically: "Only by following me—"
Unlock your inner cosmic spirituality! Master the supreme key to life energy! This is the true path to salvation and the only light that leads to us!!!
At this moment, Lin Ahong, who was kneeling on the prayer mat, seemed to have her deepest fear ignited by these words, and her whole body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted!
She abruptly straightened her back, almost tumbling forward half a step from the prayer mat, causing Lin Xiaoqing beside her to stumble. She burst into tears, her sobs like a torrent finally released from long-suppressed emotions, filled with utter despair and desperate pleading, exploding in the deathly silence of the hall: "Master is right! My son was definitely murdered by foreigners! Master, save my whole family!!!"
The cries seemed to ignite a collective frenzy, and everyone present was thrown into turmoil. Cries rose and fell, some laughing excitedly, some beating their chests and stamping their feet, and others prostrating themselves on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly to Yang Qiang on the stage as if they had seen a true god, crying out with tears streaming down their faces, "Master, save me!" "Thank you for your enlightenment, Master!" "We are saved!"
In short, at this moment, Yang Qiang seemed to have truly become a god to everyone present.
Yang Qiang, sitting on the high platform, subtly but with an air of smug satisfaction, smirked as he nodded at Lin Ahong, the new member, and gestured for everyone to quiet down.
A downward, almost pressing gesture, carrying an undeniable authority, was like a deity pressing the pause button.
The commotion in the crowd seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand; the crying and laughter instantly subsided, leaving only suppressed sobs and heavy breathing echoing in the air.
"Don't worry, everyone. As long as you are sincere, I can solve all your problems."
However, before that, everyone needs to give up all worldly possessions.
Especially technological products like mobile networks, which are made up of code, are essentially curse runes from Western witchcraft, and will only slowly turn you into soulless puppets..."
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In a hotel room, a person, a fox, and a ghost are watching a live stream.
Zhang Mo, a staunch supporter of technological development and a programmer: "..."
Good, good, she's really opened her eyes today. It turns out she's not attending Q University, but Hogwarts.
Zhang Mo muttered, "I really want to kill him with an Avada Kedavra bite..."
Jiu Xuan: "Hmm? What kind of spell is this? I've never heard of it before."
Zhang Youxuan was very excited. She swooped down and floated in front of Zhang Mo, waving her fist and her eyes shining brightly: "Let me go, let me go! Tonight, let's blow up the air conditioner in his room and let him experience how unbearable summer is without technology!"
As a female ghost, playing with electrical appliances is her specialty!
Zhang Mo and Jiu Xuan both looked at her.
Jiu Xuan shook her head: "Fine, at least I'm not the only one with bad acting skills here."
Zhang Mo's eyes, which seemed to see right through people, were fixed on Zhang Youxuan. With an all-knowing clarity and a faint sigh, she asked, "Come on, your brother is no longer here."
Tell me properly, what's your story with this Master Yang?
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