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

In total, more than nine hundred and seventy people were captured, many of them relatives and friends of the fourteen people who had been to the jungle tribe, as well as neighbors, colleagues, and a few unrelated people.

Pull out the radish and bring out a piece, those people have families, and the more they check, the more they check, the result is that nearly a thousand people are arrested!

They all have wooden pillars like that in their homes!

If not, take it away for investigation for the time being, and then put it back after confirmation.

"Anything else?" Mo Qian's face was solemn.

"It's not for the time being, thanks to the fact that they don't like to go out, otherwise it's definitely more than that. Gou Ye said.

By now, the police station can no longer be put down, and Nava directly vacates an apartment for resettlement.

"D-80749, D-80750 have arrived. I saw a bulletproof car coming from the apartment building, escorted by peripheral personnel with two men in blue uniforms.

"Mo Qian, you come to interrogate, I'll take the D-class personnel to inspect and clean up these people's houses. Gou Ye said.

Mo Qian nodded, walked directly into the interrogation room, and asked people to bring up the two men who were originally arrested.

The two men are brothers, one is called Zagu and the other is called Pengu. Both of them have become monks and 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 returning from the Lazy, you made a totem out of wood. Every day you have to have live chickens brought in, slaughtered by yourself, and smeared blood on the pillars. Right?" asked Ink Poor.

"Yes. Zagu confessed.

Mo Qian asked Peng Gudao again: "You live with your brother, and you watch him every day, so you also sacrifice with him." After that, you should let the chicken delivery person send two a day, right?"

"Yes. Pengu also confessed.

Mo Qian sighed: "Then your friend also came to you, and happened to bump into your sacrifice, and then he also participated. Then your friend's parents also set up a totem at home, and then other relatives also accidentally discovered it, so the friend's friends, the relatives of the relative, all worshipped this totem......"

Zagu was dissatisfied: "Is there any problem? This is the reason why you arrested us? I bought the chickens myself, I made the pillars myself, I worshipped sincerely at home, I didn't steal, I didn't rob, I didn't kill anyone, did I break the law?"

"Don't worry, we'll treat your injuries and let you go back soon. But before you do that, you must explain who has seen this totem, and not a single one will be missed. Mo Qian said.

"I believe in the Buddha, I don't know anything. Zagu said calmly.

Mo Qian raised his eyebrows and said, "Buddha, do you call that thing Buddha?"

As he spoke, he directly called up a picture on the screen, which was a fragment of the totem pillar brought from the scene, and it was not fully displayed, only a small part was revealed, but it could be seen from that small part alone, it was a part of a very abstract figure, and it was definitely not a Buddha.

Zagu smiled: "Do you know what the Buddha looks like? I believe in it, and I will not be shaken by the fact that it looks like or does not look like the so-called Buddha statue. ”

"The Buddha is just a mortal, and his philosophy is not for you to smear wood with blood. I'm sorry, but I really know what the Buddha looked like, we have the DNA of Shakyamuni and we can restore his appearance. Do you want to know?" said Mo Qian with a smile.

Zagu looked at Mo Qian in surprise, then shook his head and said, "Do you really know?" Okay, I'm not interested in the appearance of the Buddha, and if I take back my previous words, then it's not the Buddha, huh...... It is God. ”

Mo Qian was shocked by this person's one-second change of religion, and said in amazement: "Is it so casual? Why do you believe in it? Worship it? Can you name a reason?"

Zagu thought for a moment and looked at his younger brother Peng Gu next to him.

Pengu also looked at him, and then the two of them asked together, "Why do Christians believe in God?"

Because they believe that there really is God, and that God created all things and all living things. Then do you want to tell me that it was this pattern that created the world, so you have to worship it?" said Moqiu.

"Whether it created the world, I don't know," Zagu said. ”

"And what is there about it that you can believe in?" said Ink Poor.

“...... It...... It's a great being......" Zagu said for a long time, 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?"

Zagu looked at his brother appreciatively, and then said, "Yes, it's not God, it's an indescribable pattern, it's indescribable, that's what we worship!

"......" Mo Qian felt like he was being tricked for a while, but thinking that it was a containment, maybe this was what they really felt.

"Since you make up a doctrine on an improvised basis, since it doesn't make sense, can you try not to worship it, or not to worship it?" asked Mo Qian.

"How can we not be sacrificed! we are so religious!" said the two brothers earnestly.

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

Zagu said that he was not poor in ink, and simply said: "I know, I carved it myself, I don't know it's wood, but I'm really religious, so let's do it, then it's not a god, okay, can you believe it?"

"Alright, I understand, you go down and heal and rest first. Mo Qian waved his hand and asked people to take the next batch.

In this way, he interrogated more than 100 people in a row, and finally sorted out the detailed characteristics.

The act of devout belief in that pattern is an absolute characteristic in itself.

And sacrificing it is done every day, and I understand that process without a teacher.

It's funny to say that when these believers are asked what kind of god they are, what doctrines they have, and why they believe in it, they can't say why.

Some people simply say that it is indescribable, indescribable.

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

It doesn't matter what the totem is called, some people call it the spirit of all things, some people call it Buddha, some people call it God, and some people call it Holy Light. Even the name of the god of destruction and the god of wealth has come.

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

But when the people of the Blue and White Society 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 some god names to answer Mo Qiao's question, otherwise they wouldn't be able to tell what it was, so they were forced to say directly: It's not a god, it's not a god, okay? It's a pattern, you're blind!

It's as if Mo Qian himself is the one who has been distorted by his mind.

They will not be disturbed by any external object in their belief in that totem, partly because of the coercive effect of the distortion of the mind, and partly because there is no flaw in this worship in the first place.

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

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

You say it's a carved piece of wood? yes, I carved it myself.

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

With such faith, oil and salt are not entered, and soft and hard are not eaten.

It would be nice to say that it was so pure, but for the believers who sacrificed every day, they actually paid off.

As long as the sacrifice is made on the day, then in the sleep of the day, they can decide in advance what they dream.

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

This kind of ability to write a good script for dreams and set them in advance is something that every believer will have.

In dreams, there can be a life of glory to death, a night that lingers to the extreme, or 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 galaxies, the ancient feudal emperors, and the immortal gods. Or in a vast epic battle, become the commander or pawn of one of the parties.

Everything that dares to think but does not dare to think, desires but does not desire, what reality has but does not have, will be realized.

In addition to imagination, I am afraid that the only thing that limits them is: stop sleeping, get up and eat.

"That's why they quit their jobs and became monks. Mo Qian frowned.

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

At first, they were able to work on a daily basis, except for spending a few minutes a day on sacrifices.

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

Originally, I 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 went back to sleep......

After that, it got deeper and deeper. Don't work, spend almost all day in bed except for rituals and meals.

They spend their savings, and when they really don't have any money, they go to do odd jobs. The money earned buys some sacrifices, and then sleeps beautifully, living a life like a salted fish, and the beautiful name is: sincerely worship the Buddha.

In short, in reality, all ideals and pursuits are gone, and the ambitions of the past are gone, replaced by sleeping and dreaming at home!

The fragile human mind simply cannot resist this experience.

It's like an addict, just live a life of starvation, get by in reality, and put all the sustenance in the totem and sleep. Some people even quit drug addiction because they believe in totems......

Fortunately, there are still many believers who have not discovered this skill for the time being.

There were about 300 people, and they just wanted to sacrifice, and then what to do was as natural as eating and drinking.

Mo Qian inquired and found that they did always feel that they 'thought about it day and dreamed at night', but they didn't realize it yet...... This kind of day and night dream can be made up at will!

This reflection arc ...... In fact, even if they were saved, these more than 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 the believers who have discovered that they can think of dream scripts in advance, they are all sunk without exception, extremely lazy, and give up their efforts.

Their lives have been ruined by themselves, and erasing their memories can't get back what they've lost.

"Whew...... It's nothing...... The problem is that this guy ......"

Mo Qian looked at a document, and a believer confessed that he filmed the sacrifice process and posted it on a video station.

Released in 2015, it has been six years......! Five hundred and one thousand.

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