Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 344: 341. Veda Sect was led astray.

When Du Wei returned to the hotel suite and pushed open the door, that very moment.

He saw Tom sitting on the sofa, looking melancholic and smoking, the ashtray on the floor filled with cigarette butts.

Sigh…

Tom exhaled a puff of smoke, “Buddy, I feel like I’m screwed.”

Du Wei froze, “What do you mean?”

Tom said sorrowfully, “You might not believe it, but I had an insanely crazy dream, and you were in it too.”

Du Wei spoke with an odd tone, “Really…”

Tom took a hard drag on his cigarette and cursed, “I dreamt that this hotel turned into the Red Light District, with rooms above my head everywhere, available for a quick session at any time, and lots of women willing to sleep with me without paying.”

“The main thing is, the women in my dream were goddamn cultists from the Veda Sect.”

“Now, just thinking about the dream I had makes me want to vomit, having thoughts about cultists… do I have some serious psychological issue?”

Speaking of which, Tom took a deep breath and sat up from the sofa, “Most importantly, I dreamt I was asking you to visit a prostitute, but you refused, and even shot me, I…”

“I, Tom, can’t believe I’m that kind of person…”

Du Wei coughed awkwardly and said, “Most dreams are the opposite of reality, you might have this sort of dream because you frequent the Red Light District too often. I suggest you find a girlfriend; maybe then you won’t have such dreams anymore.”

Dreams are a reflection of reality in some way, representing a person’s subconscious response to external stressors.

Generally, after having a nightmare, one quickly forgets the scenes within it.

Therefore, Du Wei didn’t wish to discuss too much detail with Tom, especially since the matter had already ended, to avoid further frightening his friend.

But Tom was brooding and complained, “Getting a girlfriend costs money, and I’m from the Moonlight Clan.”

Du Wei walked forward and sat on the sofa, asking with puzzled curiosity, “Your current position pays better than most people, so why are you part of the Moonlight Clan?”

Tom said somberly, “Because every time I get my paycheck, I go straight to the Red Light District, and I even like to invite Father Tony along…”

Du Wei’s mouth twitched, “I can’t help you there.”

Tom was deeply troubled and took a while to collect himself, then suddenly asked, “By the way… where were you this afternoon? I woke up and you were gone, and I couldn’t reach you by phone. Did you go out?”

Du Wei raised an eyebrow, “Yes, I went out for a bit and dealt with some trouble.”

Tom said in astonishment, “Fuck! Why didn’t you take me with you?”

Du Wei said calmly, “Because I didn’t want to disturb your beautiful dream, and now it’s time for us to head back to New York.”

…

At this moment.

At the headquarters of the Veda Sect.

In a hidden valley somewhere in Europe, a vast manor lays enclosed by high fences.

Dozens of kilometers in every direction belong to the Veda Sect’s domain.

Inside the manor, there are high towers and some dark-style castles.

Inside the largest castle, the lighting is dim.

The floor is carpeted in red, and the walls are carved with bizarre reliefs and evident hexagram patterns.

Besides the gloomy environment, the place feels very serene and nothing like a cult organization.

In the center of the great hall is a stone-built hearth with a few scattered human bones inside.

Suddenly.

The silence was broken.

From the darkness, a hoarse voice emerged, “We have lost contact with our people in Poland… Those we sent and our cultists there, they’re all dead.”

The voice was indistinct, making it hard to discern the gender.

And he or she is the leader of the Veda Sect—Akaret.

In the doctrine of the Veda Sect, this name carries the meaning of a prophet, and each leader, upon ascension to the position, will bear this name.

Then, Akaret continued, “I can sense that the one who killed our cultists is a mysterious Evil Spirit, with eyes full of bloodshot veins, carrying a Dagger, its outline but a solitary shadow, terrible to behold, yet it obeys someone else’s commands.”

“We shall remember this hatred, and in the not-too-distant future, we will find it, and kill it,”

“But before that, we need to do something of the utmost importance.”

“Mr. Hannibal, a recent convert to the Veda Sect, has brought us a message from God.”

In the darkness, Hannibal’s voice rang out, “Praise to Veda, for I was once blinded by the evil faith and joined the Dusk Bell, but when I saw the divine being, I knew that only it is the greatest existence.”

With a hoarse voice, Akaret said, “I can feel that your praise comes from the heart, please tell us God’s message.”

Hannibal gently smiled, stepping out from the darkness.

Standing before the fire, with his right hand on his chest, he bowed slightly, “All this time, we have been unable to make accurate contact with the Vedas, our faith has wavered, but when I saw it, only then did I understand its greatness and perfection.”

“It is my guiding light, but unfortunately, it does not exist in this world.”

Hannibal spoke from the bottom of his heart, without a hint of a lie.

Indeed, he genuinely believed that the Evil Spirit Du Wei was the most perfect being in this world, and also his true kin.

As for Du Wei, he was nothing more than a shell.

Therefore, Hannibal chose to join the Veda Sect, and he fabricated the so-called message from God, seeking to use the power of the Veda Sect to rescue the Evil Spirit Du Wei from the mirror.

As for what the Evil Spirit Du Wei would do after coming out, Hannibal didn’t care at all.

To him, it was merely a game.

From the darkness, a woman in her forties, still charming, stepped forward, but as soon as she spoke, she questioned, “Mr. Hannibal, how can you be certain that what you saw was indeed our God? Besides, God should be invisible to mortals; if you can see it, then we should be able to see it too.”@@novelbin@@

For a moment,

Many eyes were fixed on Hannibal.

Those eyes were filled with doubt and skepticism, and some bore malice.

The Veda Sect had always been a female-dominated religion, with men holding a very low status.

Yet Hannibal was so powerful that he inspired fear…

But Hannibal smiled, “So I brought God’s message, and yet you can only challenge me with doubts; if you do not believe in its existence, why would it let you see it?”

“Madam, your faith is not strong.”

It was sophistry, but she was left speechless.

Seizing the moment, Hannibal pressed on, “Our God does not need us, but we need its existence so that the Veda Sect can become the most powerful religion and let the world understand its thoughts.”

“But to make it come into reality, we need a new mirror to communicate with it, to let it know we exist, so it can come into our reality.”

When it came to acting, Hannibal was not much inferior to Du Wei.

His emotions and tone were on point, and every word he said was the truth, not giving away any flaws.

A hunter who should have been with the Dusk Bell had unhesitatingly joined the Veda Sect.

This had already earned him a place on the Dusk Bell’s hit list.

No one would doubt his determination.

…

To Akaret, the existence of God was not important, the higher one’s position, the more secrets one could touch.

Primitive religions often originate from fear.

The faith of the Veda Sect was just like that.

In a sense, the so-called Vedas were nothing more than some peculiar beings, akin to nuns, or entities sharing similar traits.

But faith is a frightening thing, it makes people ignorant.

To believe in an existence is akin to constant self-suggestion and hypnosis; everyone believes the Vedas are gods, and over time, it becomes irrelevant.

Moreover, after having developed for so long, the Veda Sect had significant internal disagreements.

As a leader, Akaret naturally hoped for something important to engage people’s efforts; if some were to die in the process, it would be even better.

So, she simply said, “Our faith needs to be affirmed, go and do what you must…”

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