Chapter 311 I Believe in It, What Does It Have to Do with It?

In just four hours, Mo Qiong and Gou Ye acted separately, cooperating with the local government and some peripheral personnel.

In total, more than 970 people were arrested, many of whom were relatives and friends of the 14 people who had been to the jungle tribe, as well as neighbors, colleagues, and a few irrelevant people.

Pulling out a carrot brings out a piece, and those people have families. The more they investigate, the more they catch, and the result is that nearly a thousand people were arrested!

They all have such wooden pillars in their homes!

Those who don’t have them are also temporarily taken away for investigation and released after confirmation.

"Are there any more?" Mo Qiong looked solemn.

"No more for the time being, fortunately they all don’t like to go out anymore, otherwise there will be more than this." Gou Ye said.

The police station can no longer hold them, so Nava directly vacated an apartment for resettlement.

"D-80749 and D-80750 are here." A bulletproof car drove up to the bottom of the apartment building, and two men in blue uniforms were escorted by peripheral personnel.

"Mo Qiong, you come to interrogate, I will take the D-level personnel to check and clean up these people's houses." Gou Ye said.

Mo Qiong nodded, walked directly into the interrogation room, and asked someone to bring up the two men who were arrested at the beginning.

These two men are brothers, one is called Zhagu and the other is called Penggu. Both of them have become monks.

But according to the information provided by the temple, they have not been to the temple for three years and have only been practicing at home.

"... After returning from the lazy tribe, you made a totem with wood. You asked someone to send live chickens every day, slaughtered them yourself, and smeared blood on the pillars. Is that right?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Yes." Zhagu confessed.

Mo Qiong asked Penggu again: "You live with your brother, he sacrifices every day, you watch, so you also sacrifice with him. Then you asked the chicken delivery person to send two every day, right?"

"Yes." Penggu also confessed.

Mo Qiong sighed, "Then your friend came to see you and happened to see you worshipping, and then he also participated. Then your friend's parents also set up a totem at home, and then other relatives accidentally discovered it, so friends of friends, relatives of relatives, all worshiped this totem..."

Zhagu said dissatisfiedly: "What's the problem? Is this the reason you arrested us? I bought the chicken myself, I made the pillar myself, I worshiped sincerely at home, I didn't steal, I didn't rob, and I didn't kill anyone, did I break the law?"

"Don't worry, we will treat your injuries and let you go soon. But before that, you must explain clearly who has seen this totem, and not one can be missed." Mo Qiong said.

"I believe in Buddha, I am focused, and I don't know anything." Zhagu said calmly.

Mo Qiong raised his eyebrows and said, "Buddha? You call that thing Buddha?"

He then directly brought up a picture on the screen. It was a fragment of a totem pole brought from the scene. It was not displayed in full, only a small part was revealed, but from that small part alone, it could be seen that it was part of a very abstract graphic, and it was definitely not Buddha.

Zhagu smiled and said, "Do you know what Buddha looks like? I believe in it, and I will not be shaken by whether it looks like or not like the so-called Buddha statue."

"Buddha is just a mortal. His philosophy is not to let you smear wood with blood. Sorry, I really know what Buddha looks like. We have the DNA of Sakyamuni and can restore his appearance. Do you want to know?" Mo Qiong smiled.

Zagu looked at Moqiong in surprise, then shook his head and said, "Do you really know? Well, I'm not interested in the appearance of the Buddha. I take back what I said before. Then it is not the Buddha, um... it is God."

Moqiong was shocked by this man's change of religion in a second, and said in astonishment: "Is it so casual? Why do you believe in it? Worship it? Can you give a reason?"

Zhagu thought for a while and looked at his younger brother Penggu next to him.

Penggu also looked at him, and then the two asked together: "Why do Christians believe in God?"

"Because they believe that there is really a God, and it is God who created all things and creatures. Then do you also want to tell me that it is this pattern that created the world? So you want to worship it?" Moqiong said.

Zhagu said: "I don't know whether it created the world."

"Then what is it worth believing in?" Moqiong said.

"...It...it is a great existence..." Zagu talked for a long time and couldn't say anything, then looked at his younger brother.

Peng Gu also looked at him and said, "Brother, how about saying it is an indescribable pattern, indescribable?"

Zha Gu looked at his brother with appreciation, and then said, "Yes! It is not God, it is an indescribable pattern, indescribable, and this is what we worship! Do you understand what I mean?"

"..." Mo Qiong felt that he was being fooled for a while, but when he thought that it was a containment object, perhaps this was their true feeling.

"You made up a doctrine temporarily? Since it is meaningless, can you try not to worship it? Or not to worship it?" Mo Qiong asked.

"How can we not worship it! We are so pious!" The two brothers said seriously.

"What are you pious about... It's just a piece of wood with a pattern carved on it. Do you think it is a god?" Mo Qiong said.

Zha Gu couldn't argue with Mo Qiong, so he simply said, "I know, I carved it myself, don't I know it is wood? But I am really pious, so let's put it this way, then it is not a god, okay, can you believe it?"

"Okay, I understand, you go down to heal your wounds and rest for a while." Mo Qiong waved his hand and asked someone to take the next batch.

In this way, he interrogated more than a hundred people in succession and finally sorted out their detailed characteristics.

The very act of devoutly believing in that pattern is an absolute characteristic.

Sacrifice to it is something that needs to be done every day, and everyone has to understand the process without any teacher.

But it’s funny, when these believers were interrogated about what kind of god they were, what doctrines they had, and why they believed in it, they couldn’t explain it at all.

Some people simply say that it is indescribable and indescribable.

In short, they believe in that pattern, and they may even treat it as a piece of wood instead of a god, but their worship will not change.

It doesn’t matter what the totem is called. Some people call it the spirit of all things, some call it Buddha, some call it God, and some call it Holy Light. Even the names of God of Destruction and God of Wealth came.

The most outrageous thing is that there is a Chinese believer in Thailand who calls him Guan Erye!

But when people from the Blue and White Society disparage the so-called God and the so-called Buddha, they are not angry, as if they are not talking about their inner beliefs, but about passers-by.

They just used the names of some gods to answer Mo Qiong's question, otherwise they wouldn't be able to tell what it was. When they were pressed, they directly said: It's not a god, it's not a god, okay? That's a pattern, you're blind! Don't you have any idea?

It was as if Mo Qiong himself was the one whose mind was twisted.

Their belief in that totem will not be disturbed by any external objects. On the one hand, it is the forced effect of mind distortion, and on the other hand, because this kind of worship has no flaws.

There is no doctrine, no substance, no description of its greatness, no summary of its divine power, not even anything to defend.

Because there is no need! I believe in it, what does it have to do with it?

You said it's just wood with patterns carved on it? Yes, I carved it myself.

You say it won't save me, it will only harm me? I know, I didn't let it save me.

With such a belief, I won’t eat oil or salt, nor eat anything soft or hard.

It would be nice to say that it is really that pure, but for believers who make daily sacrifices, they are actually rewarded.

As long as they perform sacrifices that day, they can decide in advance what they dream about during their sleep that day.

All the plots in the dream can be written and completed while awake, and then the dream can be exactly what you want, and it will be extremely clear.

Every believer has the ability to write scripts for dreams and set them in advance.

In dreams, you can have a life of glory until death, you can have an extremely lingering night, or you can have experiences that can only be found in countless books and movies.

During sleep, the brain will construct an extremely clear dream world, and everything in it exists to complete the dream script.

They can become the lords of billions of galaxies, ancient feudal emperors, and immortal gods. Or become the commander or pawn of one side in a vast epic battle.

Everything that you dare to think but don’t dare to think about, that you desire but don’t desire, that you actually have but don’t have, will all come true.

In addition to their imagination, the only thing that limits them is: don't sleep, get up and eat.

"It's because of this that they quit their jobs and became a monk." Mo Qiong frowned.

In dreams, believers can realize all their dreams, which is more terrifying than drug addiction.

At first they could still go about their daily work, and except for spending a few minutes in worship every day, there was no difference from usual.

But after doing whatever they wanted in their dreams too many times, they all sank. This is not a forced sinking, but a natural addiction and a voluntary obsession with sinking.

I originally slept once a day and went to work normally the next day, but then I didn’t want to go to work, so I just asked for leave, and then went back to sleep...

After that, he fell deeper and deeper. Don't work, spend almost the whole day in bed except for performing sacrifices and eating.

They spent their savings, and when they ran out of money, they went to work odd jobs. Use the money you earn to buy some sacrifices, then have a good sleep, and live a life like salted fish, which is called: sincere worship to the Buddha.

In short, in reality, all the ideals and pursuits are gone, and the ambitions and ambitions once were are gone. Instead, they are sleeping and dreaming at home!

The fragile human mind cannot resist this experience.

Just like a drug addict, as long as he can live a life of starvation, he can just muddle along in reality and put all his sustenance in totems and dreams. Some people even quit drug addiction because of their belief in totems...

Fortunately, there are still many believers who have not discovered this ability of their own.

There were about three hundred people who simply wanted to make sacrifices and then do whatever they should, just like eating and drinking.

After Mo Qiong inquired about it, he found that they indeed always felt that they had "something to think about every day and something to dream about at night," but they just hadn't realized yet...this kind of dream they thought about day and night could be made up at will!

This reflex arc... actually saved them. These three hundred people have not yet tasted the forbidden fruit, and they are still living a good life, they just do one more thing every day.

As for the believers who have discovered that they can think of dream scripts in advance, without exception they have fallen into despair, become extremely lazy, and have given up their efforts.

Their lives have been ruined by themselves, and deleting their memories cannot restore what was lost.

"Huh...this is nothing...the problem is this guy..."

Mo Qiong looked at a piece of information and a believer told him that he filmed the sacrificial process and posted it on a video site.

Released in 2015, a full six years have passed! View count... 510,000.

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p.s: Sorry.