He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 93 Mysterious Account Activated, Indian Banks Go Completely Crazy

Chapter 93 Mysterious Account Activated, Indian Banks Go Completely Crazy (First Update)
Li Ji is very familiar with this kind of thing that Earthlings do.

Money is always the best way to pave the way.

"There's one more thing I need to confirm."

"What is it? Tell me."

The monk on the other end of the phone asked sternly, "How many holy maidens do you need?"

"what?"

"Eight? No problem."

The pronunciation of "ah" is similar to the Hindi pronunciation of "8".

"No saintess!"

That afternoon, they went to the Temple of Nils.

The towering temple stands out conspicuously in the low-lying shantytown.

Its shape resembles a towering pyramid, densely covered with colorful statues of gods.

Standing at its feet, one feels as if enveloped by countless gods, their oppressive presence making it hard to breathe.

"So monks also like collecting figurines!"

Shark Baby stared at the densely packed statues of gods above.

"It's a pity that it's too rough; it's unpleasant to look at. I really want to help them fix the edges."

"We'll talk about it later. Let's go in first."

Raj's disciple, the newly appointed priest Anan, personally came out to greet them.

The streets behind Li Ji, which were now surrounded, erupted in a deafening roar of shouts.

The crowd surged into the temple like a horde of corpses.

If it weren't for the private armed forces maintaining order, they would have stormed in.

Master Anan stood on the high platform and waved to the believers.

Then, with a smile, he said to Lee Ki, "Please come with me."

Entering the temple, one finds it incredibly spacious, with marble walls and pillars carved with intricate patterns, a stark contrast to the dilapidated shacks outside.

Looking at the spiral-shaped mural above her head, Delulu exclaimed, "This is the place where Brahmins should come, meow."

The temple was empty except for the monks who guided them.

Because Master Raj had successfully ascended to heaven, everyone joined in the celebration and closed the shop for a week.

Li Ji and his group practically booked the entire venue.

In order to see the "divine monkey" as soon as possible, they did not hold a donation ceremony, but hastily completed the transfer.

Such a large amount of funds must, of course, go through layers of approval from the bank.

However, Delulu tampered with the system, hacking into it and transferring the money.

It can be described as fast and efficient.

Anan had never seen such a low-key donor.

Other wealthy businessmen, even if they only donate tens of thousands of US dollars, will hold high-profile donation ceremonies, hoping to use this method to declare to the public how devout they are.

Then those lowly people will be exploited by them wholeheartedly, because they believe that those who are devout to God exploiting them is a way to absolve themselves of their sins.

But the four men in front of me were different; they were very low-key.

Not only did they not hold a donation ceremony, they also kept urging themselves to "hurry up".

There was no desire for fame in his eyes, only devotion to God.

It's not the kind of scheming piety that people have, but a wholehearted faith.

In today's restless world, it's rare to find someone so pure among the upper-class Brahmin nobles.

Anan watched their figures disappear, feeling deeply gratified.

They've already started planning how to enjoy the $500 million that's in their account.

Oh no.

How to worship God.

Meanwhile, the security department of the Indian bank is holding a meeting.

The person in charge slammed his fist on the table and shouted in heavily accented English, "This $4000 million account has been up for two days, why hasn't it been frozen yet?"

"The police said they couldn't trace the source of the hack. They told us not to freeze the accounts and to notify them only when there were large expenditures. That way, they could find the stakeholders."

The person in charge was stunned: "If there really is an accident, the police will have to pay the $4000 million!"

"But they won't let us freeze it, or they'll arrest us."

"This is absurd! They can't catch the suspects, so they're arresting us?"

"Director, this is India. You're not a foreigner."

"That makes perfect sense. Have you guys found any clues yourselves?"

The group of third brothers in the audience all shook their heads.

The person in charge frowned, pressing down on the red dot in the center: "We Indians are one of the world's leading computer technology powers. Only the United States can detect hackers that even we can't find."

The three men in the audience shook their heads in unison to indicate their agreement.

Why would America do this?

"That must be because they are afraid of being overtaken by us. After all, India's development momentum is so good, and it is estimated that it will become the world's number one country next year. They are afraid of us, so they are trying to disrupt our increasingly prosperous financial system in this way."

Everyone thought this made a lot of sense; who wouldn't be jealous of our powerful India? "Director! That account has moved; they've transferred out $500 million!"

"As expected, those cunning Americans! Whose account is the target?"

"Uttar Pradesh Religious Union Foundation"

The person in charge ran to the employee's monitor in disbelief and checked the target account five times to confirm that it was indeed the cult's foundation.

He slumped weakly in his office chair: "Notify the police. Let the Brahmins and Kshatriyas fight it out themselves. We Vaishyas will just have to obey."

"Manager, but I am also a Brahmin."

"I was just using an analogy! Do you want me to kowtow to you in the conference room?"

"That's okay too."

The person in charge stood up from his seat, walked to the Brahmin employee, and kowtowed deeply.

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After transferring the money, Li Ji got straight to the point.

“Master Anan, I’ve heard that there’s a divine monkey in the temple. I wonder if I’ll have the chance to see it?”

"Peacock Blue!"

Master Anan's exclamation stunned Li Ji and the others.

Master Anan shook his head; he had just been struggling with what color to choose for the new Cullinan.

"Excuse me, I was just communicating with Shiva telepathically. The monkey god can observe, but it requires God's permission."

How can I obtain God's permission?

"It requires our specific ritual."

"What was the ceremony like?"

"You'll understand once you accept it."

An enigmatic smile appeared on Master Anan's face.

Li Ji suddenly felt a tightness in his rear.

Actually, Master Anan was thinking about models at high-end clubs in the Netherlands.

Li Ji quickly assessed his current options in his mind.

Option one: Go and undergo that ritual, the nature of which is unknown.

Option two: Release the shark tank and let it rush in, that's all.

But then he glanced at the maze-like temple and felt that the feasibility of Option Two had decreased.

At this moment, the mimicry ball sent a signal, and the teacher's monitoring was activated.

Does this old lady have nothing better to do? Why does she watch the security camera so frequently?

Other professors review surveillance footage more times during a single research activity than you do in a single day.

Or I could send the long, thin strip back to you as a token of my respect.

There's no other choice now, only option one: let's pray the ceremony goes smoothly.

Professor Qi rubbed her hands excitedly on the other end of the monitor. She had recently heard that Li Ji and his group were going to visit the temple and had been looking forward to seeing them for a long time.

This is a Brahmanical religious ceremony, and it is certainly of great research value.

In the holographic image, the bearded Master Anan spoke again: "I need to confirm beforehand that you are not followers of the Shakti sect, are you?"

"No."

Master Anan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"Why do you ask?"

“Yesterday, a psychic came to observe the monkey god, saying he wanted to obtain its power, and rushed at it. If we hadn’t stopped him in time, the monkey god’s chastity would have been lost.”

My heart aches for the deliveryman, 12138.

The analogy is that a deliveryman's car overturned on the national highway, and he was dragged into the woods by wild monkeys and subjected to unspeakable acts.

Milia covered her face shyly, already imagining the scene in her mind.

Master Anan frowned as he looked at her shy demeanor, recalling the androgynous guy from yesterday's meeting.

Sigh, India has become so Westernized lately.

Master Anan led them into a temple.

This palace is extremely luxurious.

It was glittering with gold as soon as you entered.

The walls, white as jade, are decorated with various patterns in gold leaf, and even the steps are edged with gold.

A two-person-high golden Shiva statue stands in the center.

Dailulu silently made a mental note of it.

Hindus are a group of avid figurine enthusiasts who like to turn their so-called gods into figurines and display them in various places.

"Please wait a moment, the ceremony will begin shortly."

At that moment, someone walked in from outside.