The fine scriptures revolved around the frame: this was the “clairvoyance” he had rewritten, which was good at tracking the flow of data and seeing the truth under the fog.

The wild temple in the wilderness has more than ten entangled lines of cause and effect, which merge into the ocean of information. The Compassion Knife traces the optical fiber back to the source, exploring the ownership of this wild temple:

Once you break through the confusion, it will be easy to capture the data jumping between nodes.

“uh-huh……”

He has already located the carrier of this wild temple in the real world: fifteen servers – judging from the coordinates, five are in the “Three Thousand Great Worlds” server group in Bangkok; five are located in the Java Group Autonomous Region, in those public shrines rented out for short periods of time; and the last five are from Chiba, Japan, and have been completely purchased.

But they are all attributed to the same anonymous account.

“Anonymous account? Why does everyone think this is foolproof…”

In the digital space, no one can truly hide their identity.

The Compassionate Knife put his hands together and chanted the mantra:

“…The Buddha said: Knowing the connection, he explained the algorithm and made it convenient for salvation. He taught sentient beings with countless algorithms, so that they could eliminate all suffering and obtain all the storage…”

The rolling and surging colorful light originates from behind the head, spreads into the empty space, and connects to a larger existence.

“Power of Will”: This is one of the driving forces behind his many great supernatural powers.

Companies and Zen temples set up computing kiosks throughout the city, paying citizens willing to rent out their bodies by the hour in exchange for temporary use of their brains.

The Compassionate Blade often sneaks in, diverts a little of the abundant prayers, and uses them for its own benefit; it uses them as the basis for its magical calculations.

This time, he chose a simpler and more brutal method:

Just ask directly.

At this very moment, in New Malaysia, hundreds of thousands of brains are in a meditative state due to drugs and electrical stimulation, with their neural pathways connected as one. These “meditation-free” brains are pondering countless mysterious and difficult questions.

Mercy Knife also quietly mixed in his own questions:

Who is the real owner of this wild temple behind the anonymous account?

One person is weak, but all beings are strong: this is the teaching from the Buddhas of the heavens.

Of course… in the eyes of the orthodox Buddhist community in Singapore and Malaysia, the “DRV Zen Monastery” – the Li Temple – stealing private property and resources at will is a pseudo-Buddhist act.

But destroying laws and regulations is the greatest source of power for hackers.

The lonely wind blowing through the hall brought the low whispers of all living things, and the Compassionate Blade listened attentively.

After a while, the wind stopped. But the short answer it brought remained in the buffer of the Mercy Knife and in my heart:

The anonymous account was unveiled, revealing the real renter——

DEAD ALL CYBER SECURITY LIMITED.

There is no registered place, no legal person information, and the registration form is empty; it is a shell company.

The clues to the source of the data ended here.

……

“Dead end…dead end…”

A complete mockery!

It seems that this direction is not feasible.

Compassion Blade raised his eyebrows, anger rising in his heart: although all his skilled skills came from Buddhism, the boy’s mentality has always been that of a furious Vajra, never lowering his eyebrows like a Bodhisattva.

As anger surged, there was also a faint excitement – he had found the right one! The challenge he wanted was right here.

If the opponent is completely defeated with one move, he would feel disappointed.

“Hey! Come again!”

Mercy Knife opened his mouth wide:

Kaka…

The occipital bone was pressed against the back of the neck as the movement progressed, and the hair pricked the neck, making it tingle; the skin on both sides of the mouth were stretched to the limit like rubber.

His mouth was opened more than 180 degrees: in reality, only a dead person who had been dissected could do this.

Even beyond the concept of a mouth. It was a hole, a hole born in the throat of the Mercy Knife.

Brilliant golden and red characters shone brightly on the tongue, it was the sound of supreme thunder:

“Om!”

With him as the center, ripples appeared one after another, splashing towards the wild temple. Wherever it went, the original incense burners, blue bricks, and stone walls all shed their outer skins covered with visual signals, revealing countless and dense source codes.

Mercy Knife reattached the dislocated mandible of the electronic body and moved it left and right; then he began to carefully examine the lines of code around him.

There is nothing special about the source code itself. It seems like it was copied from some local god and put online with just a slight skin change.

But just to generate a small cave of this size, such a long and complicated amount of code is obviously redundant.

“Enough to build three this big… Oh! So that’s how it is.”

Mercy Knife clasped his hands together, then suddenly pulled them open:

Countless characters rolled between his hands, which were copies of the surrounding codes. The redundant parts that originally had no function popped out from the lines of code, and were reassembled, arranged, and covered with a layer of visual signals.

The mist rose, and a statue without any material information appeared in the hands of Compassionate Knife.

The puzzle is hidden in the ruined temple itself, in the code that makes it up. But if you don’t use some ingenuity, you can only find three seemingly correct temple copies that jump back and forth.

He gently tossed the statue up and let it float before his eyes:

The bright red robe outlines her graceful curves; her head is covered with a satin veil, but the exposed neck is dazzlingly white.

She gently holds a bundle of delicately bundled neural tubes, as if she were holding a baby – a posture often used when carving female gods.

A statue of a deity.

The most noteworthy thing is the long tails extending from under the clothes. They are high up, like blooming lotus petals, gathered behind the woman.

“Fox demon…”

Could it be the original owner of the temple? A highly skilled spirit who even took on the guise of a “wild god” and was worshipped by blind users?

The Compassionate Sword has been used to subdue countless demons and monsters, but this is the first time I have seen such an arrogant monster.

He flicked his finger at the statue:

Bowl

After the crisp sound, more information came back:

The statue is actually a black box encrypted by an obfuscation program, and the key is a strong password set consisting of dot patterns and thousands of characters.

“Hmm… Is there anything else you haven’t discovered yet…”

If he were to rely solely on his computing power to crack the problem, he would probably not be able to come up with a conclusion even until the future Buddha was born and entered Nirvana.

The Mercy Knife carefully turned the statue over, and finally set his sights on the woman’s lowered veil.

“I’m afraid it’s not just about testing technology. Maybe there are also considerations for quality…”

“If I also want to establish a hacker organization, how should I select members?”

He stretched out his hand and used his index finger to pick at the tiny veil:

“The most important thing, of course, is curiosity!”

A hacker without a desire for knowledge is worthless.

As if sensing the movement of the Mercy Knife, the veil raised small words –

He couldn’t help but feel happy: I found the right direction!

But the content of the small print is elusive:

“Are you a man?”

……Um?

This was the first time Mercy Blade had seen such a thing: a hacker organization actually had gender requirements when recruiting new members.

“Um…I am?”

……

As he answered, the statue suddenly broke free from the hand of the Mercy Knife.

It stirred and changed its shape, and in the blink of an eye it had become a lacquered mahogany door decorated with festive flowers, standing in front of him.

It couldn’t be more obvious: this is a portal, a link to jump to.

“First level, done.”

It seems that the Yanshi Club is not famous for nothing: such a complicated mechanism cannot be built by ordinary people.

“I wonder what interesting things will happen next?”

He couldn’t help but laugh.

Mercy Blade raised his head and stepped into the door.

……

“Okay, what is the second level——”

…What the hell?

As soon as the jump was completed, Mercy Knife froze in place.

In front of him was a ring made of checkered tiles. Although it was empty, a thunderous shout filled Mercy Blade’s ears:

“Welcome! Welcome! A new challenger has come here, overcoming all odds!”

“congratulations!”

The loud sound of gongs and drums mixed with the loud shouts of congratulations immediately drowned him out.

Mercy Knife raised his head, stunned.

There was a boundless and endless pink plaque standing on the ceiling; it seemed as if that was what the sky really looked like.

There are four large gold-plated characters on it:

“Martial arts competition to win a bride.”

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The shock and astonishment disappeared in an instant, and Compassion Blade made the first judgment: he pinched the seal and activated the clairvoyance pre-stored in the glasses.

Weird, very weird!

It is simple and empty, yet boundless:

It was like a private cave specially used for fighting matches. Even the words “Martial Arts Competition to Find a Bride” and the surrounding noise gradually dimmed.

The scriptures on the black-framed glasses flashed, causing the boundless space around them to tremble and fluctuate, allowing the compassionate knife to peel off the outer shell of the visual signal—

There were no jump nodes or escape routes that were expected to be exposed, only a few lines of text:

“First round – matching…”

Matching? Does that mean that as long as you solve the mystery of the temple in the wilderness, you will be eligible to participate in this martial arts competition?

Mercy Blade frowned: Are we going to start the fight now?

The text is still flashing:

“Matching…”

At this point, he no longer felt that this was an admission test for the Yanshi Club – but some kind of trap!

“The photoelectric rider set a trap for me and lured me over here…”

He didn’t dare to think about what would happen to him if he fought back in the end.

No matter how young and energetic he was, his first choice at this moment was to escape.

He clasped his hands together, formed the “Da Xukongzang” hand seal, and was about to violently break through the node and escape from the ring.

At this moment, the words suddenly jumped: