Blue and White Society

  Chapter 311 I believe in it, what does it have to do with it?

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

  A total of more than 970 people were arrested, many of them were relatives and friends of the 14 people who had been to the jungle tribe, and even neighbors, colleagues, and a few irrelevant people.

  Pull out a radish and bring out a slice. Those people have family members. The more they searched, the more they arrested nearly a thousand people!

  There are wooden pillars like that in their homes!

   If there are none, they will be temporarily taken away for investigation, and then put back after confirmation.

   "Is there any more?" Mo Poor looked serious.

   "Not for the time being, thanks to the fact that they don't like to go out, otherwise it would be more than that." Lord Gou said.

   Now that he was caught, the police station could no longer let him go, and Nava directly vacated an apartment for resettlement.

   "D-80749 and D-80750 are here." I saw a bulletproof car coming from the apartment building, and two men in blue uniforms were escorted by peripheral personnel.

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

  Mo Poor nodded, walked directly into the interrogation room, and asked for the two men who were arrested at first to be brought up.

  These two men are brothers, one named Zaku and the other named 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 they are only practicing at home.

   "...After you came back from the lazy people, you made a totem out of wood. Every day, you have to ask people to send live chickens, slaughter them yourself, and smear the blood on the pillars. Is that right?" Mo Qiong asked.

   "Yes." Zaku confessed.

  Mo Poor asked Peng Gu again: "You live with your brother, and you watch him sacrifice every day, so you also sacrifice with him. After that, let the chicken sender send two every day, right?"

   "Yes." Peng Gu also confessed.

Mo Qiong sighed: "After that, your friend also came to you, and happened to bump into your priest, and he also participated in it later. Then your friend's parents also set up a totem at home, and then other relatives also accidentally found out, so the friend Friends and relatives of relatives all worship this totem..."

Zhagu dissatisfied: "Is there any problem? That's why you arrested us? I bought the chicken and made the pillars myself. I worshiped sincerely at home. First, I didn't steal, second, I didn't rob, and third, I didn't." Murder, is it against the law?"

   "Don't worry, we will heal your injury and let you go back soon. But before that, you must explain who has seen this totem, and you must not miss any of them." Mo Poor said.

   "I believe in the Buddha, I have no distractions, and I don't know anything." Zhagu said calmly.

   Mo Qiong frowned and said, "Buddha? You call that thing Buddha?"

As he spoke, he directly brought up a picture on the screen, which was a fragment of a totem pole brought from the scene. It was not completely displayed, only a small part was shown, but it could be seen from that small part, it was a very Part of an abstract figure, not a Buddha.

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

"Buddha is just a mortal. His philosophy is not to smear wood with blood. Sorry, I really know what Buddha looked like. We have Sakyamuni's DNA, which can restore his appearance. Do you want to know? ?” Mo Poor laughed.

  Zaku looked at Mo Poor in surprise, then shook his head and said, "You really know? Well, I'm not interested in the appearance of the Buddha. If I take back what I said earlier, then it is not Buddha, um...it is God."

  Mo Poor was shocked by this man's one-second operation, and said in amazement: "Is it so casual? Why do you believe in it? Worship it? Can you tell me a reason?"

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

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

   "Because they believe that there is a God, and that God created all things and creatures. Then, do you have to tell me that this pattern created the world? So you have to worship it?" Mo Poor said.

  Zaku said: "Whether it created the world or not, I don't know."

   "Then what is it worthy of your belief?" Mo Poor said.

   "...it...it is a great existence..." Zaku said for a long time, unable to explain why, and then looked at his brother.

  Peng Gu also looked at him and said, "Brother, how about saying that it is an indescribable pattern that cannot be described?"

   Zaku glanced at his younger brother appreciatively, and then said: "Yes! It's not God, but an indescribable pattern, which cannot be described. This is what we worship! Do you understand what I mean?"

   "..." Mo Poor once felt that he was being played, but thinking that it was a contained object, maybe this was their true feeling.

   "You make up the doctrine temporarily? Since it's meaningless, can you try not to worship it? Or don't worship it?" Mo Poor asked.

   "How can we not sacrifice! We are so devout!" The two brothers said seriously.

   "What are you devout about... It's just a piece of wood with a pattern carved on it, do you think it's a god?" Mo Poor said.

Zaku couldn't say no to Mo Poor, so he simply said: "I know, I carved it myself, don't I know it's wood? But I'm really devout, so let's see, then it's not a god, okay, can you believe it? "

   "Okay, I understand, you go down to heal your injuries and take a break." Mo Poor waved his hand and asked someone to bring the next batch.

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

   Devoutly adhering to that pattern, the act itself is an absolute characteristic.

   Worshiping it is done every day, and you can understand the set of procedures without a teacher.

   It’s funny to say, when these believers are interrogated what kind of **** it is, what teachings it has, and why they believe in it, they can’t tell the reason at all.

  Some people directly say that it is indescribable and indescribable.

  In short, what they believe in is that pattern, and they can even think it is not a **** in their hearts, just treat it as a piece of wood, but that kind of worship will not change.

  It doesn’t matter what the totem is called. Some people call it the Spirit of All Creation, 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 coquettish thing is that there is a Chinese believer in Thailand who calls him Guan Erye!

  But when the people of Lanbaishe belittled the so-called God and the so-called Buddha, they were not angry, as if they were not talking about their inner beliefs, but passers-by.

  They just used the names of some gods to answer Mo Poor's question, otherwise they wouldn't be able to tell what it was, so they said directly: It's not a god, it's not a god, okay? That's a pattern, you blind! Don't you know?

   It was as if Mo Poor himself was the one twisted by his mind.

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

   There is no doctrine, no entity, no description of its greatness, no generalization of its divine power, not even anything to maintain.

  Because no need! I believe in it, what has it to do with it?

  You say it is just a piece of wood with engraved patterns? Yes, I carved it myself.

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

  With such a belief, no oil, salt, soft or hard food will be eaten.

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

  As long as the sacrifice is made that day, they can decide in advance what they dream about in their sleep that day.

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

  This ability to write scripts for dreams and set them in advance, every believer will have.

  In the dream, you can have a life of glory until death, you can have a lingering night, or you can have an experience 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 stars, ancient feudal emperors, and immortal gods. Or become the commander or **** of one side in a vast epic battle.

  Everything that you dare to think about but dare not think about, what you desire but don't desire, what you actually have but don't have, will come true.

   Except for 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 devoted themselves to becoming a monk." Mo Poor frowned.

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

  At first they were still able to do their daily work, and apart from spending a few minutes a day offering sacrifices, there was no difference from usual.

   But after doing too much in their dreams, they all sink. This is not a forced obsession, but a natural addiction, a voluntary obsession and obsession.

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

   After that, it got deeper and deeper. Do not work, and spend most of the day in bed except for offering sacrifices and eating.

  They spend their savings, and when they run out of money, they go to do odd jobs. With the money I earned, I bought some offerings, and then slept soundly, living a life like a salted fish. The euphemistic name is: worshiping the Buddha with sincerity.

  In short, in reality, all ideals and pursuits are gone, and the previous ambitions are gone. Instead, I sleep at home and dream!

  The fragile mind of human beings can hardly resist this experience.

  It’s like a drug addict, as long as he can live a life without starving to death, he will muddle through in reality, and put all his sustenance in the totem and sleep. Some people even quit drug addiction because of their belief in totems...

   Fortunately, for the time being, there are still many believers who haven't discovered their ability.

   There are about 300 people who just want to sacrifice purely, and then do what they should do, just like eating and drinking water.

   Mo Poor inquired and found that they do always feel that they always feel that they "think every day and dream at night", but they haven't realized that... this kind of day and night dreams can be made up at will!

  This kind of reflex arc... actually saved them. These 300 people have not tasted the forbidden fruit, and they are still living a good life, just doing one more thing every day.

  As for believers who have discovered that they can think up dream scripts in advance, without exception, they are all sunk, extremely lazy, and give up their efforts.

   Their lives have been ruined by themselves, even if they delete their memories, they can't restore what they lost.

   "Huh...it's nothing...the problem is this guy..."

  Mo Poor looked at a document, and a believer confessed that he took a photo of the sacrificial process and posted it on a certain video station.

   Released in 2015, six years have passed! Play volume...510,000.

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   p.s: Sorry.

  (end of this chapter)