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

The wolf monk lay on Jiang Yuan's back, and after a moment of silence, he asked quietly:

"How can you be sure, benefactor, that I am not the sect leader?"

"This is easy. Just listen to me from the beginning." Jiang Yuan kept his legs steady in the sea of ​​fire and spoke leisurely like a storyteller:

"Qiu Ci said that when he first entered the game, he blew you up and the game ended, so he mistook you for the sect leader."

"But the actual situation is that you were too close to the starting point at that time. When he blew you to death, the knife mountain collapsed and accidentally killed the real sect leader hiding under the mountain. This led to the misunderstanding, right?"

The wolf monk did not speak, and Jiang Yuan did not really need his answer, so he continued:

"When you knew Qiuci thought you were the real leader, you immediately turned the tables and pretended to be the leader. From then on, you began to mislead those who came after you, making them think you were the leader. Considering that you were a trapped beast, they also let down their guard and no longer worried that you would deceive them."

"You lied to them and told them that the more serious the injuries they suffered, the more rewards they would receive. This encouraged them to complete the game through self-torture. And they obtained items through hard training. It all seemed fair and reasonable. Even if they died accidentally, they would consider themselves unlucky."

"But little do you know that all of this was your trick from the beginning to the end. You were just targeting those who died accidentally."

The wolf monk retorted: "But this game has been fixed. I am risking being exposed and retaliated against by tricking them into death. Apart from watching the fun, what benefit can I get?"

"Of course there are benefits." Jiang Yuan said calmly:

"As everyone knows, after a player has completed the game, the game will become a ghost door. This is equivalent to sentencing the door owner to life imprisonment. From then on, he can only be at the mercy of the players, repeatedly attacking and falling into reincarnation."

"But as far as I know, after you become a Guiyou, as long as you continue to kill players and absorb their lives, and accumulate a certain amount, you can still break free by upgrading your level. You use tricks to lure them in for the trial, and then carefully kill the players, just to be able to upgrade."

"Given that the so-called weight of sin you mentioned is completely under your control, those thirteen people may not have died due to lack of ability, but rather you secretly increased their burden, just like I am now."

The sea of ​​purgatory is still burning, like a bunch of rising blue flowers.

Jiang Yuan was sweating profusely from the heat, and his eyes were looking around for ghosts under the mountain of knives.

After a few seconds, the wolf monk said, "Yes, it is just as you said, I am going there to upgrade and escape from the predicament."

He decisively admitted his trick.

"Master, you admitted it so readily. Aren't you afraid that the group of idiots you tricked before will come and cause trouble for you next time?"

"Don't worry." The wolf monk narrowed his eyes sinisterly:

"As long as I can kill you, Jiang Yuan, this game can be upgraded from danger to extinction and completely free from the constraints of Guimen."

*

In front of the Vatican TV, the crowd was as quiet as chickens, staring stupidly at Jiang Yuan's inferences in the game.

He went into so much detail that it was more like he had a script in his hands than an inference.

Someone suddenly realized: "Wait, the group of idiots who were tricked by Mi Zui, is the Holy Lord scolding us?"

Autumn Words: "......"

Everyone: "......"

Only Yu Du considerately broke the awkward silence:

"Ah."

"But that's not right." Gu San discovered the flaw in Jiang Yuan's words:

"If the weight of sin is determined from the beginning to the end, then how does he judge how much weight a person should be assigned? Can he read a person's face? Can he identify a person's sin at a glance?"

Yu Du said calmly: "He doesn't need to be judged."

Everyone: "Huh?"

Yu Du: "Now, every player has blood on his hands. If he says he is guilty, you will naturally agree. However, there is no standard to measure sin. If he says how much, that is how much. If anyone questions it, he will say [You are the only one who knows how much sin you have committed], and let the player reflect on himself, thus ignoring his problem."

Qiuci murmured in a low voice: "Yes... As long as people are alive, they can't be without guilt. The meat they eat, the soup they drink, the people they hurt, the game characters they kill, all these things, when accumulated, will always have weight... Mizui took advantage of this loophole."

Ying Zixi was still standing in the corner as punishment. She was standing at a very awkward angle and could only watch the live broadcast with her eyes squinting. However, she still did not forget to mock Qiu Ci: "Humph, such a simple psychological tactic, only you idiots from the Disabled Persons' Federation would be fooled!"

Autumn Words: "......"

Brother Fang asked again: "If the weight of the monk Mizui is fake, then what about the sea of ​​fire? The karmic fire really burns people!"

Yu Du said: "The fire of karma is real."

It was precisely because of the mixture of truth and falsehood that they believed in the evil of atonement for their sins.

"That means our Holy Lord really has no sins at all?"

"How is this possible? If he is innocent, what are those people he killed with his own hands?"

Yu Du said in a deep voice: "Nothing in this world can convict him. Not the game, not the security department, not people..."

As the long-haired young man spoke, he raised his head slightly and looked up at the dome of the church. His dark purple eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the walls covered with sacred murals, through the rain, and see the end of the dark sky.

"Not even God."

*

At this time, most of Jiang Yuan's leg had sunk into the muddy molten iron, and the smell of burnt meat was becoming stronger and stronger.

Struggling would only speed up his descent. The snow-haired man bent over and simply stopped moving, allowing himself to sink bit by bit.

"I can help you reach the next level, is this a disguised way of praising me for being strong?"

"I guess so." Seeing that the Son of God could not escape, Mi Zui relaxed. While there was still some time, he planned to chat with Jiang Yuan for a few more words, as a form of end-of-life care:

"But I am very curious, how did you figure out my plan in such a short time?"

"Nothing special, just practice makes perfect." Jiang Yuan is modest and honest:

"I've played too many games, and I know all the tricks by heart, both the normal and the unexpected. I can see through your little trick at a glance." He added more strength to his hand and brought up another topic:

"Come to think of it, Master, with this weight, he must have done a lot of bad things in his life."

"I am ashamed to say this." The wolf monk lowered his eyes, closed his cloudy eyes, and sighed:

"The number of people I have killed is countless. A rough estimate is that there is at least as many as a country."

Jiang Yuan: "Oh?"

Monk Mizui looked into the void and recalled his sinful past.

"I was originally the emperor of Tianlang, the largest country in my world. The people live and work in peace and prosperity."

"But after winning several rounds of foreign invasions, I was blinded by victory, became greedy, and had the ambition to dominate the world."

"To satisfy my greed, I constantly invade other countries, and I also vow to have my men step into every corner of the world, at any cost."

"This led to other small countries uniting and resisting with all their might, causing me to be defeated repeatedly and eventually suffer a backlash. My country was destroyed, my family was ruined, my wife died, my children were separated, all my sons died on the battlefield, and my people were also implicated by me..."

"After the enemy soldiers captured me, they chopped off the head of the war wolf I was riding and put it on my head, sewing it together alive. This is why I ended up with such a deformed appearance after death."

No wonder this monk who is trying to save others has only a wolf head and a human body, Jiang Yuan thought.

Mi Zui continued, "After I died, I went to Purgatory and met this sect leader. He told me that as long as I was willing to work under him and help him kill the invading players, he would forgive my sins."

"This sect leader can forgive sins, is he so powerful?"

Jiang Yuan's curiosity was aroused. Recalling the huge ghost he had just seen, he asked:

"Who is he? The Four Great Ghost Kings? The new King of Hell? Or Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?"