Spiritual practice manor,
The architectural style here is unified and the exterior looks very simple, even shabby.
Even the building where the master lives is the same.
Walking out of the cafeteria, Reid said to his father beside him:
"The master is indeed a saint of the age. He could have made money by teaching classes, but he didn't charge a penny. He even provided free food and lodging for us members. He is so selfless."
At this time, Reid's attitude towards the Master and the Spiritual Society had undergone a 180-degree change.
Reid's father looked at his son with great satisfaction and said with deep emotion:
"Yes, we should be grateful for meeting a selfless saint like the Master.
Look at that shabby building over there. It's the master's residence. Compared with our well-decorated home, it's like a slum.
It can be seen that the master has no worldly desires at all, and is only dedicated to saving all living beings.
The master could have transcended worldly constraints and gone to the paradise of eternal life a long time ago, but he couldn't let go of the suffering people, so he stayed and established a spiritual practice association to guide more people to find the entrance to eternal life."
After saying this, Reid's father bowed down in the direction of the master's residence.
Reid and other members passing by also bowed down.
When the members of the spiritual practice group collectively praised the greatness of the master,
In the dilapidated house where they worship,
The master who saved people from suffering was eating a sumptuous breakfast served by two beautiful maids.
The interior decoration here is completely opposite to the shabby appearance.
It can be described as extremely luxurious
The walls are covered with expensive paintings.
The floor is paved with mirror-smooth marble.
A gorgeous crystal chandelier hangs from the high ceiling.
The mahogany dining table covered with a white tablecloth was filled with a variety of exquisite silver tableware.
It sparkles under the light.
It can be said that
Every corner here is full of traces of careful design.
Every detail is full of the smell of money.
"Have all members prepared their personal money today?"
The master wiped his mouth with a valuable silk towel and spoke to the burly man in a long robe standing beside him.
"Yes, under our guidance, all the new recruits brought back all the money they could after they came to their senses yesterday."
"With the old members who have already prepared, we can carry out the sin-eliminating ceremony for all today."
"Very good, take a shower and change clothes. Today we have to save the lost lambs."
Holding two beautiful maids in his arms, the master walked towards the bathroom.
At this moment, he was in high spirits. How could he still look like the hermit he was during the gathering?
...
The spiritual practice meeting hall.
All the members have been seated, and the personal wealth they brought with them has been piled up in a far corner, where it is guarded by the master's disciples, so there is no need to worry about evildoers hurting anyone.
The master in a tattered white robe appeared at the door.
The members' eyes immediately lit up and they shouted:
"Master, I found out why I didn't succeed in eliminating my sins last time. It turned out that my stupid wife secretly hid some private money. I brought all of it this time!"
"Master, my daughter is seriously ill. You must help me save her. I have brought all my wealth with me. It must be enough this time, right?"
"Master, my company is going bankrupt. If you don't save me, I'm going to jump off the building. Please!"
"..."
Facing the shouts of the crowd, the master showed no expression of sadness or joy, he just nodded and sat on his cushion.
Just when he was about to start speaking as usual, he suddenly felt a little depressed for no reason.
Hearing the words of the members below the stage at this moment, he suddenly felt that he was worse than an animal, and an emotion called guilt surged up in him.
What's wrong with me?
The master touched the corner of his eyes and found tears there.
The sturdy man in a long robe sitting next to him noticed that the master hadn't spoken yet, so he turned around and was surprised.
Shit, there's an extra scene today?
This is a lie, and the acting has improved?
It seems that lying requires talent. I am ashamed of myself.
As expected, the members in the audience were moved to tears when they saw the master, and the atmosphere became even more lively.
"Master, you have a kind heart like a bodhisattva, you feel sad for us!"
"Master, don't worry about us. Under your guidance, we will be strong and move forward!"
"Master, I love you, I want to give birth to a baby for you!"
"..."
At this time, in a hidden corner not far from the manor,
Hisoka, who was watching the surveillance video, couldn't help but laugh.
"Haha, this idiot is a good professional."
Illumi, however, still had an indifferent expression on his face. He looked at the master in the video and said:
"No, this guy is not acting. Compared with his fake expression yesterday,
"The pulling of the facial muscles today was very natural. This is a true expression of his feelings. It seems that my brother's arrangement has taken effect."
"Oh? Is this the start?"
Hisoka opened his eyes wide, pressed his head right up against the computer screen, and stared intently at the surveillance video.
"I didn't see it. What on earth just happened?! No, I need to see it clearly!"
"Hisoka, go to the side if you're crazy. Don't block me."
...
Back on the stage of the assembly hall,
At this time, the master was reluctant to speak, caught in a very complicated struggle in his heart.
All the beautiful and kind things called conscience, morality, compassion, etc., which he thought he had long forgotten, had revived in him today.
What the master didn't know was that the moment he sat down on the fake cushion, Hiro's telepathic ability [Painter's Fear Model] had already been triggered.
The first thing it did was activate the attached advanced evil-thought skill [Inspiration], and the psychological suggestion that Hiro had planted in him was simple and crude
Confess your sins to the members present and remove all the thoughts planted in the members' minds.
You only need to set the goal; you don't have to worry about the process. The person under the suggestion will naturally convince himself and accomplish the goal in the most natural way possible.
Finally, the master, who had been keeping his head down, spoke:
"I'm sorry, everyone… I can't help you… because I… because I…"
The master suddenly raised his head, his face covered in snot and tears, and shouted with all his might:
"I'm a liar!"
Prepared mentally to be cursed and scolded by the whole audience, the master closed his eyes tightly, not daring to look at the audience.
But there was no response only dead silence.
After opening his eyes, the master looked at the members who were still staring at him with eager, expectant eyes.
In that moment, he suddenly felt that he was a bastard, trash, a demon devoid of humanity!
These people have been brainwashed and controlled by my telekinesis. Even if I told them to die, they wouldn't hesitate at all. How could they possibly doubt my confession?
Maybe, in their eyes, I was just about to give another inspirational speech about life.
But why… why are even my accomplices looking at me as if they're watching a show?
Some people are even secretly giving me a thumbs-up behind their backs?
Do they also think that I'm acting, planning some big move or preparing some big reversal?
Haha… what a bunch of idiots… how could I have gotten involved with people like this?
In fact, his accomplices weren't stupid.
They had merely been influenced by a spur of the moment effect, automatically imagining all the master's abnormal behaviors as perfectly normal.
Some even imagined it as some kind of profound, mysterious scam.
In short, all these people had been given a "Confusion Buff" by Hiro.
No matter what the master did, they would find the most reasonable explanation for it.
Therefore, the only truly confused people at the scene were probably the security guards who were disguised among the members.
However, their job was simply to protect the master and the others. They had no authority or obligation to interfere with what the master said.
In a word: you can say whatever you want just don't forget to pay our salaries at the end of the month.