The cave dwelling excavated under the loess is cleaner, more comfortable and warmer than I imagined. There are daily necessities left in the room that I don’t know belong to who or which family. There are no specific clues. There are only common necessities, only a blue rag left behind.

The flower coat is white and bears the mark of time, as if it is telling something.

I have been living in the so-called Holy Village for three days. It is a single cave dwelling. It is obvious that there was an "owner" here before, but I don't know where it went. Now it has become a "cage" to imprison me.

There is a yard at the door, where I can move around freely. In the afternoon, I squatted on the wall to bask in the sun, holding a cigarette in my mouth. I was so lazy that I seemed to be drowsy, but in fact, my heart was always abnormal.

Very active, thinking about everything here.

Because, I think this is not a real "holy village", but more like a prison. The people living here live a life similar to that in a prison.

From the first day we were brought in, my friends and I were separated from each other. Since this place is called a village, the area is not small. In short, I don’t know which cave dwelling they live in, and they don’t know where I live.

Which cave dwelling.

However, it is not absolutely impossible to meet. The time to meet can only be fixed at breakfast, lunch and three meals. We must eat quietly, and there is no conversation at all with each other.

In the following morning, I will be infinitely 'brainwashed', believing that the 'god' here is omnipotent, and then I will be taught a set of weird methods to exercise myself. In fact, I can tell at a glance that this is based on the fitness boxing commonly used by Taoists.

The adaptation is paradoxical in other places, but it is still useful in key places. It also works if you keep exercising it all year round. But it has become a work of God.

I don’t understand why they ask us to exercise, but I understand another weird thing, that is, we must worship God for an hour every day. This should not only be a pious reason, but a relatively simple reason.

When a person is 'brainwashed', the more he focuses on one thing, the more 'pure' his soul becomes. This 'purity' does not mean being noble. Purity is like black, which is also pure.

The soul that concentrates in this way will be concentrated and its soul power will be stronger, just like the 'fanatic believers' of certain religions.

This matter is more important than using that weird method to exercise. In short, it is the top priority every day. Every time I go to the so-called 'worship' room, there will always be a core person guarding it. This core person's name is very

Interesting - village cadre.

Oh, village cadres, let’s call them cadres. In fact, every time the village cadre wearing a mysterious mask appears, I have a keen sense that he is a cultivator, not necessarily a Taoist. In short, he is the same as us who first entered the village.

At that time, what happened was connected, and this was definitely not a world that ordinary people could control.

Or, that veteran is the village chief?

Thinking of this, I exhaled a puff of smoke, and my eyes were almost closed. In the eyes of outsiders, I looked like I was about to fall asleep comfortably in the sun, without any precautions at all. Several villages patrolling the village

Wei gave me a satisfied look, turned around and left.

As if I didn't see them, I continued to straighten out my thoughts.

Because every time I pay homage to the presence of village cadres in the capital, even I don’t dare to cheat. I have to devote myself wholeheartedly, keep only a trace of clarity in my heart, and try not to be ‘brainwashed’ by that kind of piety. In fact, as long as there are practitioners around,

There is no way to fake this kind of thing, the whole body

Worshiping with a sincere heart is actually similar to thinking. After a person enters that state, the aura he emits is different from what he pretends to be. This difference is normal even if there are no practitioners to carefully sense your aura.

I'm afraid people can tell a thing or two just by looking at it.

What's more, the so-called village cadres still have a way to tell whether the concentrated will in your heart is directed towards their so-called God? This is a bit weird. Therefore, it is not easy for me to maintain a trace of clarity in my heart.

If things continue like this, will I also be brainwashed and become a fanatical believer of this 'god'? Obviously I will not let such a thing happen. These three days are just for dormant observation. It may last longer, but I will definitely take action.

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When the cigarette burned to the end, I put it out. Although this village looks like an ordinary village in the ancient and barren northwest, in fact it is not lacking in material life. Currency is useless here. What is useful is the money allocated to you by the village cadres.

A kind of piety, like if you obey me every day and don't

After an unexpected day, you will usually get 15 points. If you show something special, such as being particularly pious when paying homage, being physically fit and effective, or reporting that a villager has second thoughts, you will get 15 points.

Extra rewards, in short, there are many ways to get rewards.

These points are much more valuable than money outside. With 3 points, you can go to the village's 'supermarket', let's just call it a supermarket. Anyway, the functions are similar. In exchange for a pack of high-end cigarettes, what is the concept? It shows that this village may

Very wealthy, because the supermarket has everything you need for enjoyment, and as long as you have some points, there is even a special entertainment room.

They were also raised in captivity, but the workmanship of this holy village was a hundred times better than that of the villages around Heiyan Miao Village at that time, and the money was rich and powerful. What was the purpose of this?

At this time, it was free time in the afternoon. I could move around freely in my own yard and cave dwelling. I had nothing to do anyway. I had only been here three days and I didn’t have any points to spend in any entertainment room, so I lit another cigarette and continued.

Think about your own concerns.

I firmly believe that this so-called holy village is not what I saw at all, and even this 'cage' is bigger than I imagined. In three days, I have figured out one thing, that is, the so-called supermarket is not just a village.

There is one, but it is distributed by partition.

Every afternoon, I have an hour to wander around the supermarket. I have not met my friends once, which shows that they have deliberately isolated us. If there are not enough 'areas', how can they completely isolate us?

I'm summarizing.

First, this place is definitely a prison, but in order to appease people's hearts, the conditions are very good, and they use a regular and 'indulgent' (recreation room) life to numb people.

Second, what they need are people with strong bodies and pure souls. What is the purpose? I put a question mark, because the people in the town come to the Holy Village to offer sacrifices. What does the Holy Village want them for? Especially children!

Third, this should be a peripheral place, definitely not the core of the true holy village! For example, those cultivators did not stay in the holy village at all. Except at certain times, I could not see them at all, so where were they?

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There was no buffer. From the first moment, I was forced to integrate into this so-called holy village and enter an absolutely regular life. This is what I gained in the past three days.

However, this is still a high loess slope. I stood up and stretched, put my hands in my trouser pockets, and walked lazily in the yard. When I came here, it was green mountains and green waters, but it turned out to be just the appearance, the real interior.

It still has the style of the Great Northwest. What is the purpose of the owner who has spent great efforts to renovate this place?

This is a very interesting proposition. Thinking about it made me smile, or is it a shortcoming in my mood?

A drunken man's nonsense was heard outside the yard. He held a woman in his arms and smiled very openly. It was obvious that he had gone to the so-called entertainment room to get drunk, and from there he brought out a woman whose status was lower than that of the villagers.

The 'village slave' is ready to vent, right?

By the way, I almost forgot about the existence of "village slaves". These people have a lower status than villagers. I don't know how many "village slaves" there are. In short, I only know that there are some in the entertainment room. Why are they "village slaves"?

I still don't know what distinguishes villagers from 'village slaves'. It seems I still need to know more about this?

Obviously, the drunkard's noise attracted the attention of the patrolling village committee, and the drunkard shouted: "My soul belongs to the Holy God." The village committee members just looked at him and left.

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I stood in the yard and glanced at him pretending to be casual. I could tell that the drunkard was sincere and pious, so his appearance was a small thing that could be ignored.
Chapter completed!