Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Then, the circle on the monk's forehead shrank back, revealing a black hole.

A silver sphere flew out and hovered in front of him.

The sphere is covered with black transistors, capacitors, resistors, and metal circuits, giving it a very high-tech look.

"Whose prosthetic body should be used?"

The surface of the sphere shimmered slightly, transmitting the signal to the Great Master's receiver.

"Then let's use the mentally challenged one."

He hesitated for a moment before replying.

Although the prosthetic bodies are all purchased uniformly by the temple, each person will undergo some unique modifications after receiving them, and these modifications are naturally tailored to the user's appearance, martial arts skills, and other circumstances.

At the same time, the prosthetic body will also be influenced by the user's Buddhist teachings.

Therefore, when seizing a prosthetic body, one often chooses one's own master, disciple, or fellow disciple.

Although the old monk had profound cultivation, he only had one relic left. In terms of both success rate and strength, he had to choose one of his three grand-disciples, Zhikong, Zhizhang, and Zhiwu.

Of the three disciples of the Venerable Master Dade, Zhiwu was the most intelligent and Zhikong was the most loyal, so Zhizhang became the most suitable choice.

"Good."

The electronic relic transformed into a stream of light and headed straight for the mentally challenged individual.

"Grandmaster, Master, no!"

The mentally challenged child had no idea what they were going to do and immediately screamed in terror.

“My mentally challenged grand-disciple is just a life. How could I not give it up to protect the Three Jewels?”

The old monk relayed the message.

"You lived for over two hundred years, and only passed away when you had no hope of attaining enlightenment, so of course you were willing to let go. I'm only in my thirties, with a bright future ahead of me, how could I be willing to let go?"

In a life-or-death situation, even the mentally challenged can no longer care about age or social status.

"Foolish child, if you think this way, how can you possibly attain enlightenment?"

The old monk sighed, and the relic flew even faster.

Seeing this, the mentally challenged person didn't waste any more words and turned to run away.

He knew very well that if he resisted by force, he would be no match for the old monk, so the best course of action was to flee.

A dazzling Buddhist light emanated from the mentally challenged man's legs, and his figure transformed into a blur as he sped towards the end of the corridor.

Buddhism has six supernatural powers: the ability to know others' minds, the ability to see clearly, the ability to hear clearly, the ability to travel at will, the ability to know past lives, and the ability to expiate all defilements.

As long as one is a Buddhist, regardless of the method of practice or the scriptures studied, one can practice one or more of them.

The mentally challenged practice the supernatural power of "divine foot" among the six supernatural powers.

The Divine Foot Power has three levels: the Body Movement Power (light as a swallow, able to fly briefly), the Understanding Power (actions and thoughts are as fast as lightning), and the Intent Power (a single thought can bring one to the destination in an instant).

The mentally challenged person has only reached the level of "body movement mastery" in cultivation, but their speed of movement already far surpasses that of ordinary people.

The old monk is currently unable to use his supernatural powers, so it's not certain that he could catch up with him if he tried to chase after him.

"Zhikong, Zhiwu, stop him."

The old monk relayed a message to the two monks.

"Grandmaster, I will not do it later."

Zhikong and Zhiwu both showed expressions of reluctance.

After all, they were fellow disciples for decades and had a good relationship. They always went to collect incense offerings and beg for alms together.

“Foolish! If this operation fails, none of you will escape the torment of being devoured by ten thousand poisons. At that time, he will still not escape death and will be expelled from the sect and have his Dharma name revoked. Your actions in stopping him are the only way to save him.”

The old monk admonished him.

"Or are you saying you want to sacrifice yourself to protect Buddha for him?"

"Amitabha."

Without further hesitation, Zhikong and Zhiwu simultaneously extended their five fingers to form claws, shooting out beams of laser light from their fingertips.

The laser quickly caught up with the mentally challenged man and entered his body.

"Zhikong, Zhiwu, I have always treated you well, yet you dare to use the Dragon-Capturing Hand against me!"

Feeling the backward pull, the brain-dead electronic eye was about to be burned by rage.

"Amitabha."

Aside from chanting Buddhist mantras, Zhikong and Zhiwu said nothing more, only exerting force with their hands.

But at the same time, a phrase often uttered by those Taoist priests echoed in their minds.

"Better to die than to die, my fellow Daoist."

The mentally challenged man was already weaker than the two of them, let alone fighting two against one. He was quickly pulled in front of them.

“You mentally challenged grand-disciple, do not remain so stubborn. If you continue to resist, I will completely refine your consciousness in a moment, and even the Bodhisattva will not be able to save you.”

The old monk shouted.

"Ah~"

Seeing that the situation was already settled, the mentally challenged man sighed deeply and closed his eyes to enter a meditative state.

The electronic relic flew to his front, and the circular interface on his forehead opened automatically, sucking in the relic.

A moment later, the mentally challenged man opened his eyes again.

Although there was no change in his eyes or expression, he gave everyone a sense of profound mystery.

The QR code on his arm was rearranged and recombined into a new pattern.

“Amitabha. Benefactor, lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.”

"Idiot, no, that's not right," the old monk said to Liu Zheng, who was still diligently chopping at thin air.

"I'll release your mother."

Despite his busy schedule, he responded politely.

"Your speech has caused too much harm; you deserve to go to the Hell of Speech Silence."

The old monk shook his head, and the Buddha's light reappeared on his legs.

He stepped out with his left foot and appeared behind Liu Zheng the next second.

He certainly possesses supernatural powers, and his level of skill is even higher than that of the mentally challenged.

"A palm strike of immense kindness!"

The blue swastika palm print shrank in size and pressed itself onto Liu Zheng's back.

"grass!"

Sensing the commotion behind him, Liu Zheng glanced at the crumbling Buddha light barrier, gritted his teeth, and decided to tough it out.

However, just to be on the safe side, he swallowed a small pink flower.

Name: Shi Tiantian's Little Flower

Type: Item

Quality: Excellent

"Effect: After consumption, you gain a layer of stone skin that absorbs a portion of the damage when attacked. It lasts for the current instance and disappears after being triggered."

"Note: This is a little hairpin, given to you, me, and everyone else. Anyone who dares to refuse it will be sent back to their hometown."

"Can it be taken out of the instance: Yes"

Green moss grew rapidly from his body, beneath which lay gray-black, stone-like skin.

Liu Zheng originally intended to save this item for the next dungeon, but ultimately he couldn't keep it.

"Oh!"

The palm print was imprinted on the stone skin, shattering it into pieces.

The force continued unabated, shattering his heart and piercing through his chest.

A feeling of weakness arises spontaneously; even with "rebirth of flesh and blood," losing the heart is not an insurmountable injury.

However, contrary to his physical weakness, Liu Zheng was now carrying tremendous kinetic energy, which was the residual power of the old monk's palm print.

He gripped the butcher's knife with his tentacles and thrust it forward, adding the final straw to the already collapsing formation.

"Ding!"

The Vajra Four-Stage Circle shattered instantly, and Liu Zheng fell into the room.

"Liu Zheng!"

The vampire girl screamed in surprise.

"Jump off the building."

He immediately gave the order, without any hesitation.

The experienced Nightingale didn't waste any words. She shattered the newly repaired floor-to-ceiling glass with a single shot, and then swept her leg to kick the vampire girl down.

The female diver was a little slow to react, but she quickly swung her arm out, turning it into a fishhook to hook Liu Zheng and throw him out of the room.

"Bald monk, eat my big one."

Nightingale's cannon barrel extended again from between her legs, and with a rub of her hands, it began to spin rapidly.

Then she thrust her hips forward, and a slender, umbrella-like projectile shot out, spinning at high speed as it struck the old monk who had rushed into the room.

"BOOM!"

A massive burst of flames and shockwaves erupted in the room, further destroying what was already a ruin.

"Amitabha."

The old monk walked through the firelight unharmed, glanced around the room, and found that Liu Zhengyi and his group had vanished.

He chased after them to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. Nightingale and the sea woman were each carrying one and running towards the tank not far away.

"Donor stay!"

The old monk stretched out his two palms, and ten laser beams shot out from his fingertips, chasing after the group.

He naturally also knows the Dragon-Capturing Hand technique.

"Save your mother, Colonel, shoot him!"

Liu Zheng lay in the sea woman's arms and gave the old monk the middle finger.

A barrage of bullets fired from the Hound's pitiful light machine gun, hitting the laser beams precisely.

This level of attack posed no threat to the old monk, but it did cause the laser beams to lose their target.

"Just follow me around and eat my asses, you bald monk!"

Even as the female diver threw him into the tank's fingertips, Liu Zheng didn't forget to make a sarcastic remark.

"Forget about these security guards, chase them!"

Throwing away the bullets in his hand, the old monk shouted as he watched the tank disappear into the distance, then leaped into the air.

"Yes!"

Zhikong picked up Dade and, along with the other monks, followed the old monk and jumped off the 12th floor.

"Let them go."

Security captain Yang Dali quickly added.

Having fought this hard, they've already earned their salaries from the company and the bonuses Liu Zheng has given them.

If we keep fighting, we might earn money but not live to spend it.

Chapter 446 Bombing Metropolis

"Head towards Rose Street."