Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

The final prop was taken away before they even entered the door, and the believers were a little overwhelmed for a moment.

"Is this the legendary way of losing money to ward off disaster?" someone asked:

"Giving the props will prevent the Holy Lord from going in?"

"Yeah, so does this count as passing the level?"

"It definitely doesn't count if you haven't even entered the door."

"I've got the props, it doesn't matter whether it works or not."

"As expected of the Holy Lord, this is a miracle!"

"No." Jiang Yuan held the blue crystal in his hand, shook his head, and said seriously: "No merit, no reward. I can't just take the Sect Master's things for nothing."

He placed the blue crystal into the wooden box held by the believer at the door:

"Now that the props have been paid, I have to complete this game."

"The Holy Lord is so principled!" The believers nodded repeatedly and gave Jiang Yuan a thumbs up.

A curly-haired believer raised his hand and asked, "But Lord, this mysterious door is already closed, how are you going to get in?"

"good question!"

Jiang Yuan used a friendly attitude like a teacher educating students and said to everyone:

"If you encounter a situation where the ghost door cannot be opened when entering the game, how should you solve it? In this case, there is often a small trick that can solve this problem."

Everyone tilted their heads and asked in unison, "So, what's the trick?"

Then, they saw Jiang Yuan slowly raise his foot and kick hard, directly hitting the door.

With a sound of "--Bang--!!!", everyone was shocked by the noise.

The mysterious door opened wide, and Jiang Yuan walked in with big strides.

Everyone:.......

Then, there were ghostly howlings like pigs being slaughtered from inside the door.

“You…you don’t have to come over here, ahh ...

The wolf monk screamed.

All believers: Wow, in all these years, this is the first time I see the sect leader crying out in fear.

*

The player enters the door, the game starts, and the mysterious door closes.

Before the strange door closed, Ying Zixi threw a live broadcast ball with a bow tied on it into the church. The believers excitedly dragged out an 82-inch ultra-large-screen conference TV, sat in rows on the church benches, and began to watch the game process of the Holy Lord.

In the underground cave, Jiang Yuan stood in front of the weak Sect Master who had fallen to the ground, with his hands on his hips, and said:

"Stop howling, I haven't done anything yet."

"...it will be too late by the time you do it..." The white-robed sect leader squatted on the ground, holding a wooden staff in his hand, as if holding the last straw:

"I've given you all the props to pass the level, what else do you want?"

Jiang Yuan said honestly: "It is because you gave me the props that I want to clear the level even more. I can't take your things for nothing."

The Wolf-Headed Monk was so angry that he almost fainted on the spot.

His attitude made Jiang Yuan wonder: "Master, have we known each other before? Or do I know one of your relatives?"

Mi Zui: “I don’t know him.”

Jiang Yuan: "Then why are you so afraid of me?"

"How can I not be afraid? I just heard that you burned down the Heavenly Palace and stripped Qingluan of his status as the leader of the sect, causing him to disappear without a trace!"

"Now all the sect masters are afraid to receive you. A Taoist sect master even launched a [Sect Master Exclusive: Avoid Jiang Yuan Talisman], which can bless Jiang Yuan to never enter the sect. It sold out immediately!"

"Oh? Then why don't you buy it?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The hot wind blew past quietly, and after a brief silence, the wolf monk covered his face and said sadly:

"I bought it."

"It seems to have no effect." Jiang Yuan shook his head regretfully and taught:

"Every failure makes you wiser. Don't be so superstitious in the future."

Wolf-headed monk: "...I'll give it a try."

Jiang Yuan asked again: "So you are the sect leader?"

"Who else could it be if not me?"

Jiang Yuan: "But according to my experience, there are not many sect leaders who will stand at the door and wait for players. Usually, these sect leaders are either too stupid to design complex games, or they are like the Tathagata Buddha, who is too powerful to need any detours. Which category do you belong to?"

Mi Zui gritted his teeth: "...If you want to call me stupid, just say it."

Jiang Yuan smiled sweetly: "You figured this out!"

This is such an insult to wolves!!! The leader of the Wolf Monk Sect was so embarrassed and angry by Jiang Yuan that he wanted to die!

"Don't worry, I'm just here to visit, and I have no interest in killing you. I didn't bring any props with me, so I can't deprive you of your status as the sect leader."

The wolf monk's eyes lit up with surprise: "Really?"

Jiang Yuan smiled: "You'd better believe it's true."

Wolf Monk: “…”

Afterwards, with Jiang Yuan's kind words and repeated persuasion, the Wolf Monk leader finally plucked up the courage to get up from the ground and play the game.

Qiuci had almost explained the rules before, and the wolf monk repeated them again.

Jiang Yuan needs to carry the monk on his back, climb over the mountain of swords, cross the sea of ​​fire, and reach the safe shore.

The man and the wolf came to the starting point at the foot of the mountain. Jiang Yuan looked up and carefully observed the mountain of knives. It was not too high, only about 1,300 meters. The whole mountain was made up of various blades of different lengths and thicknesses, some wide and some narrow, but each blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, with the sharp edge facing the sky, reflecting a dazzling light under the blue flames not far away.

Some of the blades had fresh rat carcasses stuffed in the gaps between them, and the cross-section was as smooth as a mirror, which showed how sharp these blades were.

No wonder the believer whose legs had just been amputated looked like flowery hams.

The wolf monk said: "If you are ready, then let's get started."

Jiang Yuan suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

The Snow-Haired Goddess looked down at his new shoes. Considering their price and quality, they would probably not be able to withstand the cutting of these blades.

It hurts so much.

So he bent down to take off his canvas shoes, and rolled up his jeans to his thighs to prevent them from being scratched or burned, and then he said with relief: "Okay, let's go."

According to Jiang Yuan's calculations, no matter how high or sharp the blades were, they would not be able to do anything to him. Moreover, the wolf monk was skinny. Even if he carried him on his back, Jiang Yuan could easily walk back and forth in half an hour based on his physical strength. The only thing he needed to worry about was...

Just as he was thinking about it, the monk Mizui behind him stuck his staff into the ground, jumped up lightly, and landed on Jiang Yuan's back.

But the next moment the monk touched Jiang Yuan's back, sand and gravel flew, the ground cracked, and a huge hole with a diameter of five meters with Jiang Yuan as the center was sunken, and he was trapped under it.

Jiang Yuan felt a tightness in his chest and was almost vomiting blood from being pressed by the thin monk.

"...Master, how much do you weigh?"

"Oops!!!"

In front of the TV outside the door, Qiu Ci slapped his steel head so hard that it made a sound and said anxiously:

"I just told the Holy Lord too much and missed the most important item!"

The believer holding the wooden box next to him comforted him: "It's okay, the Holy Lord is so strong, he will be fine, don't worry, Bishop."

Ying Zixi complained: "Bishop, please move aside, you are blocking my view of the show! Tsk, I am not used to the absence of comments."

Autumn Words: "......"

*

"I have no weight."

In the game, Mi Zui supported Jiang Yuan's shoulders and explained: "What you feel is not my weight, but the sum of your own sins. How much sin you have committed in your life is how heavy I am now."

Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth and retorted: "Nonsense, I have accumulated virtue and done good deeds in my life, how could it be so heavy."

While he was quibbling, he adjusted to a more convenient posture, carried the white-robed monk on his back, and stepped out from the bottom of the pit step by step. Each step left a clear five-fingerprint on the ground.

"Monks do not tell lies. You are the only one who knows how much sin you have committed. My weight is just a true reflection of the facts." The wolf monk put his withered hands together and continued to explain:

"Amitabha, benefactor, the people and animals you have killed, the people in the game, the sect leader, the meat you have eaten, and the people who died indirectly because of you, all these sins are counted in my weight. This is the setting given by this poor monk, so as long as you can walk out of this game, these sins will be eliminated."

Jiang Yuan: "What kind of abstract statement is this? So you only count the killings and not the rescues? The algorithm is pretty tricky."

Misfortune: "Amitabha, I am only responsible for making up for my sins. Rewarding good deeds is the job of the gods in heaven."

Jiang Yuan smiled bitterly and stepped onto the first step of the knife ladder: "That's troublesome. I just cleaned up the Heavenly Palace. I guess they don't have time to calculate it for me."

Make up for the sin: "......"

"Okay, let's do this." Jiang Yuan didn't have time to talk to the monk anymore. He fixed his eyes and started climbing the mountain seriously.

On the TV screen, everyone watched as the Holy Lord, carrying sins as heavy as a mountain, walked up step by step on the terrifying stairs made up of irregular blades.

Except for the people on Ying Zixi's side, all the other believers have experienced the power of this mountain of knives. When the blades enter the flesh, it will be painful at first, but it is bearable. However, every step that follows will add new wounds to the wounds, which will continue to accumulate and become more and more excruciating until they can no longer bear it. In the end, they can only move forward numbly by willpower.

But the sins they endured were mostly not serious, and the most was no more than the weight of a normal adult.

What's more, in order to complete the entire journey, they all wore hard-soled shoes when going up and down the mountain, which at least could alleviate the pain at the beginning. In the end, they could basically pass it by sacrificing some of their physical strength.

But Jiang Yuan went up the mountain barefoot with no protection and carrying such a heavy sin, which made people worry that if he was not careful, his foot would be cut off or his entire leg would be torn apart.

The Wolf Monk thought the same thing, but he was mainly worried about being thrown off.

But to everyone's surprise, Jiang Yuan walked through the first-level blade, the second-level blade, the third-level blade with a normal expression...

The steps are steady and light, the speed is even, and it seems effortless.

The snow-haired man carried the monk on his back and walked on the mountain of sharp knives illuminated by blue flames, as if he was walking on a flat land covered with flowers and green grass.

it is as expected!

A game of this level is not difficult for God!

Qiu Ci's eyes were full of hope, and her metal cheeks wrapped in artificial skin were filled with an expression of happiness and devout worship.

A believer holding a wooden box beside him exclaimed: "As expected of the Holy Lord, it's so easy."

"Yeah, we really can't compare to him. The gap is too big."

"If I were half as good as him, my grandmother wouldn't have to die... Alas."

A young man with curly hair held the back of his head and said nonchalantly, "Who says he is the Son of God? From the moment he was born, he was destined to be different from us."

The tone was too strange, Qiu Ci warned: "Gu San, watch your attitude when speaking."

Gu San stretched out his tone: "Okay."

"No." Ying Zixi frowned, feeling something was not right.

Since going up the mountain, Jiang Yuan has hardly spoken a word and doesn't seem as comfortable as before going up the mountain.

She took the phone, adjusted the position of the live broadcast ball, and zoomed out and downward.

Qiu Ci panicked: "This...!"

"Look! The Holy Lord's feet!"

"No way...he acted so well."

On the screen, a white and clean foot stepped on a dark blade. When it was lifted up, several thin red threads were pulled out between the sole of the foot and the blade. They became thinner and thinner, and broke off stickily. Blood drops fell and were cut in two by the blade, leaving a blood line on each foot.

There were layers upon layers of dark sword mountains, with sword lights shining brightly. On every blade that Jiang Yuan passed by, there was a touch of moist red.

The long bloody road is silently emitting hot steam.