Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

One finger blocked the serrated butcher's knife, while the other finger blocked the boning knife.

"I am the only one in heaven and under heaven."

"Zheng!"

He flicked away the two kitchen knives with his fingers, then pointed one finger at Liu Zheng's forehead.

"This piece of trash, who couldn't make it in the metropolis and was forced to live in the metaverse, still thinks he's all that and brags like a madman?"

While parrying with his sword, Liu Zheng didn't forget to taunt.

"Those who commit verbal offenses deserve to go to the Hell of Speech Imprisonment."

The venerable monk's face darkened.

"clang!"

The serrated butcher knife was bent into a curved shape by a single finger. If it weren't for the system's protection, Liu Zheng doubted that it would have been pierced through.

"Ok?"

The venerable monk exclaimed in surprise.

In his expectation, this powerful Vajra Finger strike should indeed pierce through the butcher's knife.

But the metropolis is full of wonders, so he was used to it.

The virtuous monk extended another finger, this time aiming directly at Liu Zheng's mouth.

The simplest way to silence someone is to knock their mouth out.

"Kobold, you're going to lose all your money!"

Liu Zheng shouted, and then a finger pierced his mouthparts.

The bionic finger advanced effortlessly, poking out directly from the back of his head.

His sharp teeth, under the immense impact, turned into bullets, blasting his lower face into a mangled mess.

"No!"

The kobold's eyes widened in fury at the sight.

Since the main character is dead, his prize money is naturally gone.

"Law: Slaughter!"

The kobold pointed forward as well, and a black beam of light instantly struck the Great Virtuous Monk.

This famous level nine spell has a simple and brutal effect: it causes instant death to the creature it hits, and is therefore often mistakenly called Law of Death.

In reality, however, the Law of Death is an eleventh-level divine spell, and its effect can cause instant death to all creatures within its range, even low-level gods cannot be immune to it.

Of course, this is something that a dragon descendant who has forcibly reverted to its ancestral form cannot use; even if it were to become a true dragon, it would be difficult.

That's not enough. A level nine spell is more than enough to deal with a bald monk who isn't even an Arhat.

Sure enough, the virtuous monk who was hit by the Law of Slaughter stood there stunned, and then the QR code on his right arm dimmed.

This probably means that he is dead.

"My money dog! My money dog!"

The kobold, who had been reverted to his original form due to overcasting, slumped to the ground and cried out in despair.

"Howling kidneys, touching howling, I'm pregnant, what to wash and pinch."

Liu Zheng rubbed his cheek and spoke incoherently.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

Before the kobold could be overjoyed, the virtuous monk, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

Happy New Year, everyone! (Also requesting leave)

Aside from one business trip, I started feeling dizzy, hot and cold, and had a tight throat when I got back.

So I bought a test strip and tested positive again.

Today, I also developed mouth ulcers, which became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

So people, you still need to wear masks when you go on long trips.

It just so happens to be New Year's Day, so I'll just take a break for myself, hehe.

I don't know how 2024 went for you readers, but for me, it was a year of ups and downs.

He wrote a book with 10,000 subscriptions, paid off a lot of debt, and improved his standard of living.

However, he was also diagnosed with mental illness, and his daily routine and diet were disrupted by the side effects of the medication.

I don't know whether this year is good or bad, but I can only accept it.

Just like Liu Zheng, since there is no other choice, we should keep moving forward.

However, I feel that the side effects of the medication have decreased recently, probably because my body has adapted.

So in 2025, I hope I can update more often, so that my readers can enjoy reading more, and I can also pay off my debts.

I also hope that all my readers have a good life, earn lots of money, and ideally win big prizes in scratch-off lottery every day and then give me a reward.

I'm not greedy, I'd be happy with just a silver treasure chest if I win 100 yuan.

Chapter 445 Colonel, Shoot Him!

"Huh, it's come back to life?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

He wasn't too surprised; after all, he was a cyber monk, so it was normal that he was hard to kill.

"The son of the elder made a vow: 'For the sake of all sentient beings in the six realms who are suffering from sin, I will employ various expedient means to liberate them all, and only then will I myself attain Buddhahood.'"

The virtuous monk ignored him and continued chanting scriptures to himself.

"This is the Ksitigarbha Sutra?"

Liu Zheng seemed to be thinking about something.

He wasn't very familiar with Buddhist scriptures, but the two sentences, "If I don't go to hell, who will?" and "Only I myself can attain Buddhahood," were very clear in their implications.

"Hey, are you even okay?"

Liu Zheng asked the dog-headed man.

"Wang"

The dog-headed man made a sound like a puppy barking.

It survived even after unleashing several dragon roars and nine-ring spells; its bloodline was simply too tough.

"Alright, looks like I'll have to do it myself."

Liu Zheng shook his head, raised his boning knife, and chopped it down at the Great Monk.

Before it even touched his head, a blue lotus petal appeared from the void, blocking the blade.

"Crack!"

The lotus petals split open with a sound, and Liu Zheng swung his sword again, causing the lotus petals to dissipate into specks of Buddhist light.

"How can this be?!"

All the monks who witnessed this scene could not believe their eyes.

With its steadfastness like the earth and its profound tranquility like a hidden treasure, the defensive power of this Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's thousand-petaled blue lotus is among the finest of all the Buddhist treasures in the temple.

Forget about hacking or slashing with knives or axes, even the standard large-caliber pistols of the Public Security Bureau wouldn't be able to harm him in the slightest.

The half-human, half-demon monster in front of them actually shattered a lotus petal with just two strikes, which was simply astonishing.

"Save the abbot, protect the Buddha's treasure!"

Zhikong shouted and pounced towards Liu Zheng.

As the beloved disciple of the great monk, he naturally knew that his master had not fully come back to life.

If Liu Zheng were to break the Thousand-Petaled Green Lotus, then the Great Virtuous Monk would truly be dead.

If they end up losing both their lives and the treasure, and haven't even completed the mission, none of them will escape being formatted.

"Stop them and give them money on the spot."

Liu Zheng also shouted.

"Protect the safety of the homeowners!"

Yang Dali, who had already distanced himself, suddenly brightened up and raised his hand to fire a shot at the nearest monk.

Koud was exhausted, and the opposing leader had also been taken care of; it was their time to shine.

Liu Zheng kicked away Zhi Wu, who was lunging at him, and while the other monks were being held back by the security guards, he slashed Da De monk several times.

Lotus petals appeared and disappeared repeatedly, and within a small space, the Buddha's light swirled and vanished.

"Damn, how come there are so many? How many petals does a lotus flower have again?"

He couldn't think of any right away, but there must have been at least a few dozen petals, right?

By the time he finishes cutting down the trees, the great monk will probably be back to life.

After thinking for a moment, Liu Zheng simply bypassed the monk Da De and ran towards the entrance of room 1219.

The great monk's pupils flickered like a faulty light bulb, symbolizing his agitated state of mind.

However, he had no power to interfere with Liu Zheng's actions.

Although the Ksitigarbha Sutra saved the life of the virtuous monk, it did not bring him back to life on the spot; he had to wait until the entire sutra was recited.

This wasn't a big problem in itself. Although the Ksitigarbha Sutra is long, he's an old sutra reciter and could finish it in about ten minutes.

Combined with the indestructible Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Thousand-Petaled Blue Lotus, they were virtually invincible.

Even though Liu Zhenggang had just shattered a lotus flower with a few strokes, the Great Virtuous Monk was only surprised, not afraid.

After all, he could finish reciting the entire text once a thousand petals were cut off.

As long as the thousand petals are not completely broken, the thousand-petaled blue lotus will recover after being placed back in front of the seat of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for a period of time.

The problem is that the great monk is not currently engaged in a magical contest, but rather in arresting people.

If the deliveryman were to die while delivering food, he would not only lose the hard-won opportunity to become the Buddha's teacher, but he would also certainly lose his position as the head of the Ksitigarbha Temple.

I might have to make a trip to the Cave of Ten Thousand Poisons and use my own data as food to feed those viruses.

"No problem, no problem. The Vajra Four-Standing Circle is a high-grade sealing formation. Even if the people from the Public Security Bureau came, they wouldn't be able to break it in a short time."

Left with no other choice, the virtuous monk could only console himself in this way.

Then, he saw Liu Zheng cut out the swastika with one stroke, and then cut the swastika into P and d with another stroke.

"???"

The luminous element of the great monk lit up with countless question marks.

At this moment, he really wanted to say something to Liu Zheng.

"Benefactor, since you have such ability, you can simply kill us all. Why bother with such subtlety? Are we not worthy of your pleasure?"

However, after a brief moment of surprise, the virtuous monk quickly came to a reasonable conclusion.

The deliveryman in front of me wasn't strong enough to break through the formation with ease; he just used some tricks.

The dragonborn is now too weak to fight. Once he regains his mobility, everything will be alright.

After a great internal struggle, the virtuous monk finally made a decision.

"Master, your disciple is incompetent and can only use your remains."

He said to himself.

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will?"

An aged voice echoed in his mind.