I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Melanie stepped up the stairs step by step with anxiety. As the height climbed, her thoughts seemed to be gradually rising.

The restless heartbeat finally calmed down, and the lamp inside the skull shone with the light of reason.

She knew that she had gained insight into the cult's bewitchment and brainwashing. Although she didn't understand why she could break away from the control of the seeds of foolish loyalty left in her heart by Winfrith Morgan, she clearly understood that this was definitely not a bad thing—— Obviously, my mind has been liberated.

This 'liberation' did not revive Melanie's dusty worldly sense of morality - she had never cared about the lives of the gang members who had been reduced to meat pigs, and she believed from the bottom of her heart that these guys who did all kinds of evil deserved to die.

But those working people, dock workers, street prostitutes, single mothers... they are truly innocent people who come for consultation.

Even if they don't get free medical treatment, they shouldn't be reduced to pigs that move the source of vitality like those evil guys, and they shouldn't have to face the result of life failure and slow rot and death so early.

Even though Melanie was silently reciting self-inhumane poems in her heart at this moment, perhaps because the lamp in her skull was severely damaged, she still could not contain the overflowing compassion in her heart - it was as if her heart was deep. There was a voice everywhere telling her to give up those unkind thoughts and recall her original self.

She once belonged to the lowest working class in London. She grew up in a slum street full of mud. She was full of sympathy for the lower class people who suffered from the hardships of life in this land - but... Even Melanie herself didn't realize that her compassion actually had limitations.

When she was in the town of Ilkesmouth, she was not merciful when she devoured the skulls of the ill-intentioned locals - her compassion was only willing to give alms to the poor people in the city.

'They work hard, but they can't even afford a safe house. They may even have their fingers cut off after a mistake and be expelled from the factory, dragging their bodies full of occupational diseases and struggling on the edge of the food and clothing line... '

“But even though life is so difficult, their eyes are filled with a bright longing for the future every time they see a doctor. ’

“They deserve a better future, not being greedily sucked out of life by hospitals and becoming a burden with internal organ failure and unable to get out of bed. ’

‘But what can I do? Do you want me to disobey Winfrey's order? ’

Melanie recalled Winfrey Morgan's gentle smile every time she gave a speech, and couldn't help but feel a chill. But even so, she could not expose the other party's hypocritical mask and expose his cruel and bloody true face to everyone. In front of me... But who will believe what I say? Church members who are also in the dark?

'The seeds of foolish loyalty have been deeply planted in their hearts, and they are unable to see through Winfrey Morgan's disguise... They will just stick out their tongues like a pug and lick Winfrey. palm. ’

Melanie apologized from the bottom of her heart to the poor people who should not have to endure such pain and suffering, "I'm sorry...but I can't save you. In fact, I can't save myself...I have been tied to the crossroads." I was on the wrong train. Even if the train's track had moved to other roads, I couldn't jump off the fast-moving train, let alone go to the cockpit and pull the brake lever. ’

‘Unless there is an insurmountable gap in front of the track, causing the train to stop on its own... But the greater possibility is that we will all fall into that endless pit. ’

'Or, if other external forces intervene...'

Melanie seemed to be planning some dangerous plan in her heart. She had unknowingly stepped onto the last step and reached the top floor of the hospital. At the end of the corridor was the dean's office where Winfres Morgan was. .

It was late at night, and the hospital was so silent that only the painful moans were as vague as the howling of the breeze, as if a terminally ill patient was curled up in the quilt and crying sadly.

Even the heartbeat detected by the heart's perception is abnormally exhausted. This kind of exhaustion is not just a simple weakness, but another terrible disease.

The amplitude and frequency of the heartbeat are extremely abnormal. This is not the heartbeat that normal humans should have at all. The arrhythmia is like a foolish person beating a drum desperately, but even the drummer's own condition is extremely It's terrible, the sound of the drums is sometimes exciting, sometimes depressed, and sometimes still... But how can a mortal's heart withstand this strange change?

The road to the dean's office was not far, but Melanie felt it was particularly long. The whitewashed walls on both sides looked pale and scary at night. Every seven steps, there was an orange oil lamp to guide the visitor. The lamp hung on the curved iron hook on the road, and for some reason it was swaying slightly, as if there was a silent wind rippling in the passage.

Melanie suddenly felt that there were ruthless palace guards hidden in these lights. They were staring at the two generals who had returned from the war. Their piercing eyes seemed to be able to detect the evil in their hearts. intention.

As if she and Brother John were traitors who were about to be escorted for questioning, they were escorted by four "Church Brothers" and guards on both sides to meet the supreme emperor.

Melanie couldn't help but take a deep breath, but in order to guard against the four "church members" noticing anything unusual, she took out the breath very slowly and gently.

The cold air of the winter night slowly breathed into her mouth and nose, and her mind seemed to have regained some sense in the coldness that filled her lungs. She knew that she should wake up more at this moment and pretend to be loyal. The image of a believer must not allow Winfrey Morgan to find that he has broken free of the foolish loyalty he left behind.

So she began to calm down and put on a professional smile - it wouldn't be rude. She had always maintained such a polite and measured smile inside the hospital. Winfrey noticed something unusual.

But in fact, the closer Melanie got to the end of the passage, the more inevitably her mind became panicked. Fortunately, the second-level telepathy allowed her to accurately control the beating frequency of her heart, so she didn't show up in front of her. The clues had already been revealed before meeting Winfrey.

In the end, she inevitably stood in front of the absolutely silent dean's office - Winfreth had arranged hidden rituals in his residence and workplace, and his heartbeat never stopped. Appearing within the perception range of the believer's heart - keeping a certain distance from the believer is the best way to create a mysterious and powerful image.

The secret cultist leading the way stopped and said in a deep voice: "The leader can only meet one person at a time. Sister Melanie, let's start with you."

Melanie nodded and knocked gently on the door panel. The door panel was as thick as ever, and tapping it with her knuckles would only produce an extremely low knocking sound.

Winfrey's obnoxious voice sounded from behind the door.

"Come in, Melanie."