I founded Tantric Buddhism in London

William McConaughey shook the liquid from his hands and wiped his wet face with a tissue.

He looked into the company toilet mirror, his eyes were bloodshot from a sleepless night, but in fact he had not had a good night's sleep for several nights...

William came to this cold city alone, with a useless diploma and unrealistic dreams.

He wants to use his own hands to fight for a career of his own, and aspires to become a master!

But there is a deep gap between reality and dreams, a huge gap that he can never cross with just his passion and hard work.

The first job William found in this unforgiving city was as a temporary porter in a hospital. The job was unstable and miserable, but it was the only option available to him at the time.

He kept repeating the boring shift work again and again, mopping the floor in the corridor with dim light bulbs flickering on and off, delivering or final packages to the patients whose eyes were empty like corpses but not yet dead. A gurney filled with cold corpses was pushed to the underground morgue.

He felt as if he was a kid working in hell, and he had to constantly send fresh human souls to King Satan for him to eat.

The hospital staff despised him, the patients in the ward hated him, and the moving foreman exploited him... The only person who made him feel warm was a bedridden old man.

The old man suffered from severe pneumonia. His breathing was like a wheezing bellows, his words were mixed with violent coughing and wheezing, and he often coughed up thick bloody sputum.

The old man seemed to have lost his mind. He regarded William as his grandson or other heir, and took the trouble to tell him poems, riddles and some metaphysical conjectures.

William listened very carefully and fascinated every time. It was profound knowledge that he had never been exposed to before.

However, after another shift, the foreman called him aside and said that he was no longer needed here and he should just take the last salary and leave.

In this way, William lost his first job and a precious friend.

In the following days, he traveled around in a city as cruel as a virgin forest, relying on back-breaking hard work in exchange for a meager salary, like a weak fox, picking up food scraps dropped from the mouth of the beast of capital. live.

But William often has a strange dream. He always dreams of a diamond-blue light, a light hidden under the dirt of the world, and a light traveling through the dark forest.

The blue light reflected a door as pale as a skeleton. Under the door was the old man from the hospital.

William heard that he had died of pneumonia, but why could he still dream of him and that diamond-blue light?

Until that day, he received a letter from his lawyer.

The old man in the hospital, the old man William often dreamed of, mentioned him in his will and gave him a large sum of money and a strange package, which contained something left by the old man or the executor. of strange pages.

For the first time in months, William's rationality gained fuel, and as he evolved from a beast on all fours to a man again, he recalled his first dream.

He opened the package with passion, he read eagerly, he paced back and forth excitedly, he pulled his hair in surprise, he danced with joy, he despaired to the point of nervous breakdown - the pages of the book actually accurately described his dream!

The words on the pages of the book were full of a bizarre and strange atmosphere, and the descriptive things gave him a sense of déjà vu - houses, woods, celestial beings, glow... William's heart was about to move, and he sensed that there might be a hidden company and generals there. A power that even kings would be jealous of!

The fire of desire extinguished by the cold reality rekindled. In the crackling fire, William realized that he had the key, a key to power and power.

William plunged risklessly into the dangerous hidden world. He heard strange rumors in his dreams. Among the thousands of faces in the city, he found a patron who was willing to help him study hidden knowledge - an affable and wealthy man. Ms. Poppy Lascelles.

Ms. Poppy is willing to provide him with a large donation, but this is not a free lunch. She needs William to introduce her to someone suitable for the ending.

The so-called person suitable for the ending - that is, a living sacrifice, William did not dare to refuse.

He brought an acquaintance who was eager for money and willing to sacrifice his youth for it to Ms. Poppy at the right time. Ms. Poppy smiled and brought the acquaintance to the high-rise room. William did not want to think about what happened next. All he knew was that there was still a chill lingering in that room.

After receiving a large sum of money from Ms. Poppy, William could finally focus on gaining power. He recruited acquaintances to establish the Order of the Flashing Blade, worshiped the Scarred Centurion, and instructs the believers to use violence to seize money and bid for the hidden world. Rare objects and classics... Use all means to expand your secret power and enhance your strength.

However, problems have always occurred in the promotion ceremony recently. Perhaps the sexual incompatibility of these believers is not consistent, or the desires of these believers are not strong enough... In short, he has not successfully gained a new disciple for a long time.

William took out a transparent glass bottle from his arms. In the bottle was rose-colored powder.

He tilted the bottle with his neck, poured the last bit of rose powder into his mouth, inserted his long tongue into the bottle to lick the residue, and then swallowed hard.

He murmured meaningless syllables in his mouth, and unconsciously snapped his fingers to follow the beat. His toes tapped the ground as if they were tapping the drum head, and an extremely thin trace of vitality radiated from his body.

When William opened his eyes, the bloodshot eyes inside had faded along with the fatigue, and he felt light and comfortable.

He looked at the glass bottle that was so clean that only some saliva remained, and sighed: "Oh...it's used up again."

In fact, the salary of his current position is far less than the expenses of the sect, but having such a legitimate career as a cover can reduce a lot of unnecessary tracking and cover up the secret esoteric activities.

William thought of little Grover who kept sighing during the early morning meeting. Maybe it was time for him to be promoted to a higher-level position. The seat on the board of directors seemed quite suitable.

"Let Elric prepare the relevant matters tonight..."

"Furthermore, Little Victor did not return to the headquarters last night to report on the recent work progress. Has he already found an opportunity to take action and is destroying the body and evidence all night long?"

"When I exchange the head of that guy named Watson for the reward, I can continue to go to Olivram Auction House to participate in the next round of bidding... I heard that this time there are items in the auction that have been passed down from the Persian Empire era. The treasures that come down may be able to find the secrets closely related to the scarred captain."

William pushed open the toilet door while thinking about it. When he turned around, he saw a man and woman with unfamiliar faces forcing open the door of his office.

He narrowed his eyes, and his knives-like gaze scraped across the bodies of the two unknown visitors, and seemed to pierce into their bodies like sharp knives.

He saw frightened moths and a dying lamp.

William smiled.

"It turned out to be bugs and broken lights."

Fake Blade Man: Pretending to be injured like a colonel

The real blade man: his eyes are as sharp as a knife