In just four hours, Mo Qiong and Master Gou split up to cooperate with the local government and some peripheral personnel.
In total, they arrested more than 970 people. Many of them were the friends, neighbors, colleagues, and a few unrelated people of the 14 people who went to the jungle tribe.
They pulled out a bunch of radishes, and those people had family members. The more they investigated, the more they caught. In the end, they arrested nearly a thousand people!
They all had such wooden pillars in their homes!
Those who didn't have them were temporarily taken away for investigation and released after confirmation.
"Are there any more?" Mo Qiong's expression was solemn.
"Not for now. Fortunately, they don't like to go out. Otherwise, there would be more," Master Gou said.
The police station could no longer hold them. Nava directly vacated an apartment for them to settle down.
"D- 80749, D- 80750 has arrived." A bulletproof car drove over from the apartment building. Two men in blue uniforms were escorted by peripheral personnel.
"Mo Qiong, you interrogate them. I'll bring the D-rank personnel to clean up these people's houses," Master Gou said.
Mo Qiong nodded and walked directly into the interrogation room. He asked people to bring in the two men who were arrested at the beginning.
These two men were brothers. One was called Zha Gu, and the other was called Peng Gu. The two of them had already become monks.
However, according to the information provided by the temple, they had not gone to the temple for three years. They had been cultivating at home.
"… After returning from the Lazy Tribe, you used wood to make a totem. Every day, you would ask people to send live chickens, slaughter them personally, and smear blood on the pillar. Am I right? "Mo Qiong asked.
"Yes," Zha Gu confessed.
Mo Qiong asked Peng Gu again, "You lived with your brother. He offered sacrifices every day, and you watched, so you also offered sacrifices with him. After that, you asked people to send two chickens every day, am I right? "
"Yes," Peng Gu also confessed.
Mo Qiong sighed. "After that, your friend came to look for you and happened to see you offering sacrifices. After that, he also participated. After that, your friend's parents also set up a totem at home. Then, other relatives inadvertently discovered it. So, friends of friends, relatives of relatives, they all worshipped this totem … "
Zha Gu said unhappily, "Is there a problem? Is this the reason why you arrested us? I bought the chicken myself, and I made the pillars myself. I prayed sincerely at home. First, I didn't steal, second, I didn't kill anyone. Did I break the law? "
"Don't worry, we will treat your injuries and let you go back soon. But before that, you must clearly tell us who has seen this totem. Not a single person can be left out. "Mo Qiong said.
"I believe in Buddha. I have no distractions in my heart. I don't know anything," Zha Gu said calmly.
Mo Qiong raised his brows and said, "Buddha? You call that thing Buddha? "
As he spoke, he directly brought up a picture on the screen. It was a fragment of the totem pole brought from the scene. It was not shown completely, only a small part of it. However, from that small part, it could be seen that it was a very abstract part of a figure, and not some Buddha.
Zha Gu said with a smile, "Do you know what Buddha looks like? I believe in it, and will not waver just because it looks like or not like the so-called Buddha statue. "
"Buddha is just a mortal. His philosophy is not for you to smear wood with blood. Sorry, but I do know what Buddha looks like. We have Sakyamuni's DNA, so we can restore his appearance. Do you want to know? "Mo Qiong said with a smile.
Zha Gu looked at Mo Qiong in surprise. Then, he shook his head and said, "Do you really know? Well, I am not interested in Buddha's appearance. I take back what I said before. Then, it is not Buddha. Um … it is God. "
Mo Qiong was shocked by this person's change of heart. He said with a stunned expression, "So casual? Why do you believe in it? Do you worship it? Can you give a reason? "
Zha Gu thought for a while and looked at his younger brother Peng Gu.
Peng Gu also looked at him. Then, the two of them asked together, "Why do Christians believe in God?"
"Because they believe that there is a real God, and that God created all things and living beings. So, are you also going to tell me that this totem created the world? So, you want to worship it? "Mo Qiong said.
Zha Gu said, "I don't know whether it created the world or not."
"Then why do you believe in it?" Mo Qiong said.
"… It … it is a great existence …" Zha Gu said for a long time but still couldn't give a reason. Then, he looked at his younger brother.
Peng Gu also looked at him and said, "Brother, how about we say that it is an indescribable totem that cannot be described?"
Zha Gu looked at his younger brother with appreciation. Then, he said, "Yes! It is not God. It is an indescribable totem that cannot be described. That is what we worship! Do you understand what I mean? "
"…" Mo Qiong felt that he was being played. But, thinking that it was an anomaly, perhaps this was their true feeling.
"You made up a doctrine on the spot? Since it is meaningless, can you not worship it? Or not worship it? "Mo Qiong asked.
"How can we not worship it! We are so devout! "The two brothers said seriously.
"What are you devout for … it is just a totem carved on a piece of wood. Do you think it is God?" Mo Qiong said.
Zha Gu couldn't argue with Mo Qiong. He simply said, "I know, I carved it myself. Do you think I don't know that it is made of wood? But I am really devout. How about this, it is not God. Can we believe it? "
"Okay, I understand. You guys go and heal your wounds first." Mo Qiong waved his hand and let someone take the next batch.
In this way, he continuously interrogated more than a hundred people. Finally, he sorted out the detailed characteristics of the totem.
Devout worship of the totem, this behavior in itself was an absolute characteristic.
And worshipping it was something that had to be done every day. Moreover, without a teacher, they all understood that set of procedures.
But it was funny. When these believers were interrogated about what kind of God it was, what doctrine it had, and why they believed in it, they couldn't give a reason at all.
Some people directly said that it was indescribable and indescribable.
In short, they believed in that totem. In their hearts, they could even treat it as if it was not God, just a piece of wood. But that kind of worship would not change.
It was not important what the totem was called. Some people called it the spirit of all things, some called it Buddha, some called it God, and some called it Holy Light. Even the God of Destruction, the God of Wealth, etc.
The most ridiculous thing was that there was a Chinese believer in Thailand who called it Lord Guan Yu!
But when the people of the Blue and White Club belittled the so-called God, the so-called Buddha, they were not angry. It was as if what they said was not their inner beliefs, but a passerby.
They only used the names of God to answer Mo Qiong's questions. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to say what it was. If they were forced to, they would just say, "Not God, not God, okay? That's a totem, are you blind! Don't you know? "
It was as if Mo Qiong was the one who had his mind twisted.
Their belief in the totem would not be affected by any external objects. On one hand, it was the effect of the mind distortion. On the other hand, this worship had no flaws.
There was no doctrine, no entity, no description of its greatness, no summary of its divine power, and there was no need to protect anything.
Because there was no need! I believe in it, what does it have to do with it?
You said it was just a piece of wood with a totem carved on it? Yes, I carved it myself.
You said it would not save me, and would only harm me? I know, I didn't ask it to save me.
Such a belief was impenetrable, unmoved by force or persuasion.
But it would be great if it was that pure. But for the believers who worshipped it daily, there was still a reward.
As long as they worshipped it that day, they would be able to decide what they dreamed of in their dreams.
All the plots in the dream could be written while they were awake. After that, they would be able to dream exactly what they wanted, and it would be extremely clear.
Every believer had the ability to write a script for the dream world and set it in advance.
In the dream, there could be a glorious life until death. There could be a lingering night, and it could also be an experience that could only be found in countless books and movies.
In sleep, the brain would construct an extremely clear dream world. Everything in it existed for the sake of completing the dream libretto.
They could become the lords of billions of galaxies, ancient feudal emperors, and immortal gods. Or, in a vast epic battle, he would become a commander or a pawn in one of the sides.
Everything that they dared to think about but did not dare to think about, desired but did not desire, had in reality but did not have, would come true.
Other than their imagination, there was only one thing that limited them: Stop sleeping, wake up and eat.
"They quit their jobs because of this and became monks wholeheartedly." Mo Qiong frowned.
In the dream, believers could realize all their dreams. This was even scarier than drug addiction.
At first, they could still work as usual. Other than spending a few minutes worshipping, there was no difference.
But after doing whatever they wanted in the dream too many times, they all fell. This was not a forced fall, but a natural addiction. They were voluntarily infatuated with the fall.
Originally, they slept once a day and went to work the next day. But later, they did not want to go to work anymore. They directly asked for leave and went back to sleep …
After that, they fell deeper and deeper. They did not want to work. Other than worshipping and eating, they spent almost the entire day in bed.
They spent their savings. When they really ran out of money, they went to do odd jobs. They used the money they earned to buy some offerings and then had a good night's sleep. They lived like salted fish, which was called "sincerely worshipping Buddha".
In short, all their dreams and pursuits in reality were gone. Their previous ambitions were also gone. What replaced them was to sleep and dream at home!
The fragile human mind could not resist this experience at all.
It was like a drug addict. As long as they could live a life without starving to death, they would muddle through in reality and place all their hopes in the totem and dreams. Some even quit their drug addiction because of their belief in the totem …
Fortunately, there were still many believers who did not realize this ability of theirs.
There were about three hundred people who purely wanted to worship and then do what they were supposed to do. It was as natural as eating and drinking.
Mo Qiong asked them and found that they did feel that 'what they thought in the day, they dreamed at night'. It was just that they did not realize that … this kind of dream could be made up at will!
This kind of reflex … actually saved them. These three hundred people had not tasted the forbidden fruit. They were still living well, just doing one more thing every day.
As for the believers who found out that they could think of a dream libretto in advance, without exception, they all fell into depravity. They were extremely lazy and gave up on working hard.
Their lives had been ruined by themselves. Deleting their memories could not bring back what they had lost.
"Phew … this is nothing … the problem is this guy …"
Mo Qiong looked at a document. There was a believer who said that he recorded the worshipping process and posted it on a video website.
It was posted in 2015. A total of six years had passed! The number of views … 510,000.
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