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

Seeing Jiang Yuan dancing barefoot in the sea of ​​fire as if nothing had happened, some people wondered, "How come the Holy Lord was not hurt at all when he was burned by the fire of karma?"

"Is the Holy Lord of the Dharma Ending Period so terrifying?"

Qiu Ci touched his metal chin and said seriously: "Another miracle."

I have to write it down in the biography of the Holy Lord before turning off the phone at night, he thought.

The believers, who were clear-headed and not superstitious, but keen to appease the bishop, nodded: "Yes, that makes sense..."

Only Yu Du sat at the front, without turning his head, and said calmly: "The fire of karma only burns sinners."

"Ah? You only burn the guilty... So you mean Jiang Yuan is innocent?"

"How is this possible? If he is innocent, why would the monk who made him guilty be so severely punished?"

"Could it be that Jiang Yuan's body has long been strengthened to the point where he is no longer afraid of the karmic fire?"

"Given his gaming experience, this is more likely."

Everyone was talking about it, unwilling to accept the fact that Jiang Yuan might be innocent.

Commander Yu didn't want to argue with them. He blocked out their words and continued watching the live broadcast.

*

At the foot of the mountain of swords, the blue flames of karma flickered.

The Snow-Haired Son of God held the old man on his back with both hands, stepped on the Lingbo Step, and moved quickly while proving his innocence:

"Master, Master, didn't you say that this karmic fire only burns sinners? Look, I'm safe and sound, so I'm obviously innocent."

"This is indeed very strange." The wolf monk was also puzzled and gave two speculations:

"Perhaps it's because the donor is a descendant of the Yuanshen and has extraordinary talents, or perhaps there is a loophole in the game."

“I can’t say he’s gifted, but it’s very likely he has loopholes.”

Jiang Yuan pondered for a moment and chose the latter reason: "Wuyin is naturally stupid. Rather than saying that there is a loophole in his game, it is better to say that he created a game based on the loophole. Sometimes I helped him pass the game by using the loophole."

Mi Zui: "Amitabha, the donor's words are too kind."

"That's not serious at all. The three essentials of life for modern gamers are eating, sleeping, and cursing evil gods. But you really can't say that. After all, you are the sect master."

Jiang Yuan spoke in a leisurely tone, placing special emphasis on the last few words.

The wolf monk had a pair of black and gray ears hidden under his white robe. He seemed not to have heard Jiang Yuan's hidden meaning. Instead, he kindly reminded him:

"Master Jiang, if you keep going like this, you may never be able to get out of the game."

Jiang Yuan: "Why?"

"Because you're walking the wrong way." The monk pointed behind him:

"The other shore is behind you. If you keep going like this, you'll soon be back to the starting point."

Jiang Yuan said without hesitation: "But I just want to go back to the starting point."

On the side of the blade where the sword shadows overlapped, Jiang Yuan avoided a pile of reefs formed by broken blades and moved quickly towards the starting point. He had already gotten used to the weight of the Wolf Monk on the mountain of swords. Now that he was in the sea of ​​fire, he no longer had to endure the pain on the soles of his feet, and his speed was no longer affected at all.

"Anyway, when you say it's the other shore, there's no stipulation about which other shore it is. Isn't the other shore of the other shore still the other shore?" The Snow-haired Son of God spoke nonsense calmly:

"It's all shore anyway. Walking eighteen kilometers back is too far. I'll take the shorter route. We can both relax earlier. Who knows, there might be some hidden surprises."

The wolf monk sighed helplessly: "Alas... You will regret being so stubborn."

Jiang Yuan grinned, his beautiful peach blossom eyes reflected a few blue dots, and he preached in a carefree manner:

"Master, life is like this. There will always be some regrets. What's more important is how you deal with regrets and spend the rest of your life."

Mi Zui clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I appreciate your teaching."

The solemn and dignified Vatican was empty, echoing Jiang Yuan's nonsense.

In front of the TV screen, the believers were confused by his words. It sounded like they made some sense, but upon closer inspection, they realized it was all nonsense.

"So what is he doing? Why is he going back to the beginning?"

"I don't know. Maybe he wants to search for hidden levels or Easter eggs."

Game Easter eggs refer to some extra tasks hidden in the game by the owner in addition to the main storyline of the game.

After completing the task, you will usually get some additional props or rewards. Sometimes you may encounter some generous gate owners who will give the Easter eggs directly to the players as long as they find them.

But normal players usually just want to survive and don’t have the time to explore these messy things. Only some game anchors or professional players will come in and tinker with these things.

There is even a profession called "Easter Egg Hunter" created for this purpose, which specializes in collecting recovered Easter eggs and new ways to play in the ghost door.

Jiang Yuan seemed to be a rebellious person. From the moment he entered the door, none of his actions were within the expectations of the believers.

Just when everyone thought he was searching for Easter eggs, Jiang Yuan turned a corner, the scene in front of him shook slightly, and a strange figure suddenly appeared on the cliff of Knife Mountain surrounded by blue flames.

"Look ahead!

"what is that?"

"Something is moving! It's alive!"

As Jiang Yuan walked, the live ball continued to move forward, and the things in the picture gradually became clearer.

On the cliff of Knife Mountain, a huge shadow was shaking constantly, and hanging on it were strips of objects shaped like a top or a big gourd. They looked neither human nor human, with no visible legs. Their arms were like lotus roots, one in each section, and they had a pair of sharp horns on their head. It looked weird no matter how you looked at it. From a distance, it seemed to be at least fifteen or sixteen meters long, occupying most of the cliff of Knife Mountain!

"What a huge ghost."

"There are other ghosts in this game?"

Qiuci murmured: "I have entered the game so many times, but I have never seen any characters other than Monk Mizui...?"

"Is it a passing infernal monster or NPC?"

"It's an Easter egg, after all. It's hidden at the entrance of the game. If you defeat it, there must be extra rewards!"

"Interesting, new ways to play have been added!"

The two masses on top of the huge ghost's head moved, as if they knew they were discovered. After a few flashes, the entire black shadow lowered its head and sank into the foot of the mountain, and soon disappeared.

"I told you, there's a surprise."

Jiang Yuan quickened his pace and ran in the direction where the black shadow disappeared.

However, after taking a few steps, the Snow-Haired Son of God's feet sank, and half of his calf sank into the sticky sea. The scorching heat, which was enough to melt iron, wrapped around his calf, instantly burning a large area of ​​it red.

"hiss--!"

Jiang Yuan was in so much pain that he broke out in cold sweats.

*

Qiu Ci slammed his thigh, stood up and asked anxiously: "What happened again? Why did it suddenly sink?!?"

A believer who had never entered the game asked: "Are there monsters in the sea of ​​fire?"

Qiu Ci frowned and said anxiously, "But if there are monsters in the sea, how come we have never encountered them? Besides, this game is only at the critical level, so there shouldn't be any particularly strong monsters."

Ying Zixi: "Maybe it's the Easter egg you mentioned."

"neither."

The gloomy young man clenched his five fingers, and covered his face with his black hair. Yu Du stared at the screen and saw the white-robed, gray-haired, wolf-headed monk on Jiang Yuan's back. He said coldly:

"It's that monk."

*

“Hiss—hot, hot, hot! Woohoo! This is really bad…!”

Jiang Yuan gritted his teeth. He was unable to straighten his back due to the weight on his body. His legs bent at the knees and he almost fell face first into the sea of ​​fire.

"Master! Master! What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly become heavier again?!" His calves were burned purple and beads of sweat slid down the tip of his pointed nose. His nostrils moved slightly, as if he smelled a hint of his own flesh.

Veins bulged on the Son of God's forehead, and the hands that were supporting the monk's legs were almost broken.

But he didn't dare let go. If he did, he would be pressed into the molten iron by the weight on his back.

"Whose sin weight is this? I can't possibly suddenly have a bunch more sins, can I?!"

"Excuse me."

Mizui still maintained the same posture as at the beginning, with his hands on his shoulders and his whole body lying on Jiang Yuan's back.

He changed his previous friendly attitude, opened his mouth and showed his fangs, and said sinisterly:

"This sin is mine."

Under the turbid yellow-brown wolf eyes, there flashed an undisguised cold murderous intent, as if to sink Jiang Yuan to the bottom of the sea.

"It turns out that the master is also guilty..."

Under the scattered bangs, Jiang Yuan's amber eyes turned, as if he had just figured out the key:

"Could it be that the sins that are weighing me down are all yours from beginning to end?"

He stood in the slurry and struggled to move upwards, but his feet were completely buried and his calves continued to sink in vain, almost reaching his knees.

Mi Zui did not answer Jiang Yuan's question, but said: "Donor, this is the end, you can't go any further."

"Master, why did you suddenly reveal your secret? What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Yuan continued to raise several questions:

"As the leader of the sect, you should be the biggest boss in this game. How could a ghost shake you? Or..."

The blue flames swirled, carrying a few stars away, and the exaggerated performance came to an abrupt end.

"Or is it that the master is not the sect leader?"

The snow-haired son of God turned his head to look at the skinny wolf behind him, sweat dripping down his thin neck and into his collarbone. The corners of his mouth showed a meaningful, cute, and extremely hateful smile, and he leisurely said the truth that he had seen through before entering the door:

"Is there someone else who is the real sect leader?"