The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 593 - 442 Colonel, Shoot Him!_2

Chapter 593: Chapter 442 Colonel, Shoot Him!_2

"Then use Zhi Zhang’s body."

He hesitated for a moment before responding.

Although artificial bodies were uniformly procured by the temple, each person would conduct their own unique modifications after receiving them. These modifications naturally conformed to the user’s own appearance, cultivation technique, and other circumstances.

At the same time, artificial bodies would also be influenced by the user’s Buddhist Law.

Thus, when seizing an artificial body, the choice would often be one’s master, disciple, or fellow cultivator.

Though the old monk had profound cultivation, he was left with only a Shariputra. In terms of both success rate and power, the choices boiled down to Zhi Kong, Zhi Zhang, and Zhi Wu—the three disciples.

Among the Great Monk’s three disciples, Zhi Wu had the greatest Wisdom Root, Zhi Kong was the most loyal, and Zhi Zhang became the most suitable choice.

"Good, so be it."

The electronic relic transformed into a flowing light and shot straight toward Zhi Zhang.

"Grandmaster, Master, no!"

Zhi Zhang instantly realized their intentions and cried out in terror.

"Zhi Zhang, young disciple, it’s merely a life. For the protection of the Three Jewels, how can you not make this sacrifice?"

The old monk transmitted his message.

"You lived over two centuries, abandoned hope for enlightenment before passing away. Of course you can bear such losses. I’m barely over thirty, my future is limitless—how can I bear it?"

At the brink of life and death, Zhi Zhang disregarded all decorum and respect.

"Foolish child, with thoughts like these, how could you attain enlightenment?"

The old monk sighed, and the speed of the Shariputra accelerated further.

Seeing this, Zhi Zhang wasted no words and fled outright.

He understood clearly there was no chance of resisting forcefully—he wasn’t even remotely the old monk’s match. His only option was the classic strategy: to escape.

Zhi Zhang’s legs erupted with dazzling Buddhist light; his figure blurred into streaks as he rushed toward the end of the corridor.

Buddhism teaches of six divine powers: Telepathy, Heavenly Vision, Heavenly Ear Technique, Divine Power, Destiny Power, and Superior Understanding.

Anyone within the Buddhist sect, no matter their chosen path or studied scriptures, can cultivate one or several of these.

Zhi Zhang focused his cultivation on Divine Power, among the six divine abilities.

Divine Power possesses three levels: Agile Movement (light as a swallow, capable of brief flight), Superior Understanding (actions and thoughts as swift as lightning), and Mind Power (manifesting instantaneously wherever one’s will directs).

Currently, Zhi Zhang had only achieved Agile Movement, but his speed already far surpassed ordinary people.

The old monk, hindered from using divine abilities directly, knew straightforward pursuit might truly fail to catch him.

"Zhi Kong, Zhi Wu, stop him."

The old monk sent transmissions to the other two monks.

"Grandmaster, we cannot bring ourselves to strike."

Zhi Kong and Zhi Wu wore expressions of hesitance and sorrow.

After all, they’d been fellow disciples for decades, with cordial relations. They frequently gathered incense offerings and alms together.

"Fools! If this mission fails, every one of you will face the Thousand-Poison Devouring punishment. At that point, he’ll die anyway, along with expulsion from the Mountain Gate, his Dharma-name revoked. Stopping him now is saving him."

The old monk sternly rebuked.

"Or are you saying that you’re willing to offer yourself in his stead for the protection of Buddha?"

"Amitabha."

Hearing this, Zhi Kong and Zhi Wu hesitated no longer and simultaneously extended five-fingered claws, laser beams shooting forth from their fingertips.

The lasers quickly caught up to Zhi Zhang, striking into his body.

"Zhi Kong, Zhi Wu, I haven’t treated you two poorly, yet you dare use Dragon Capturing Hand against me!"

Feeling the pulling force behind him, Zhi Zhang’s electronic eye seemed ready to burn up with rage.

"Amitabha."

Besides reciting the sacred name, Zhi Kong and Zhi Wu said nothing further, simply intensifying their grip.

However, within their minds echoed a phrase often uttered by Taoists:

"Better you die than I."

Zhi Zhang’s abilities were already inferior to the two, let alone against them teaming up. Soon, he was dragged before them.

"Zhi Zhang, young disciple, cease your misguided resistance. Should you persist, I will refine your consciousness utterly. Not even a Bodhisattva could save you then."

The old monk barked sternly.

"Alas~"

Seeing the situation as hopeless, Zhi Zhang sighed deeply and entered meditation with eyes closed.

The electronic relic hovered before him; the circular port on his forehead automatically opened to absorb the relic.

A moment later, Zhi Zhang reopened his eyes.

Although his gaze and expression remained unchanged, an aura of profound mystery emanated from him.

The QR code on his arm rearranged itself into a new pattern.

"Amitabha. Benefactor, lay down your Slaughter Knife and find Buddhism here and now."

Zhi Zhang—or rather, the old monk—spoke to Liu Zheng, who was furiously slicing at empty air.

"I’ll lay down your mom."

Despite being overwhelmed, Liu Zheng politely retorted.

"Benefactor speaks grave offenses, suitable for the Hell of Silence."

The old monk shook his head slightly as Buddhist light reappeared around his legs.

Stepping forward with his left foot, he vanished and reappeared behind Liu Zheng in the next instant.

Divine Power was indeed a skill the old monk possessed—and at a higher level than Zhi Zhang.

"Great Mercy, Great Virtue Palm!"

A blue swastika-embossed palm print grew smaller as it sped toward Liu Zheng’s back.

"Shit!"

Sensing the threat behind him, Liu Zheng glanced at the flickering Buddhist light barrier, gritting his teeth as he prepared to endure the strike.

Still, as a precaution, he swallowed a pink flower.

"Name: Shi Tiantian’s Xiao Huahua"

"Type: Tool"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: Upon consumption, grants a layer of Stone Skin, which blocks a portion of damage from attacks. Lasts for the current instance; dispels upon activation."

"Note: A tiny flower-gift for you, me, and all. Refuse to accept, and you’re sent packing."

"Can be brought out of instance: Yes"

Green moss instantly sprouted from his body, growing over gray-black, stone-textured skin beneath.

Liu Zheng initially intended to save this item for the next instance, but ultimately couldn’t hold back.

"Boom!"

The palm print slammed into the stone skin, shattering it into fragments.

Its force carried through unimpeded, shredding his heart and piercing straight through his chest.

A wave of weakness overtook him; even with "Blood and Flesh Rebirth" abilities, the loss of a heart was no trivial matter.

Yet, paradoxically, Liu Zheng’s body now carried immense kinetic energy—the residual force of the old monk’s palm strike.

With tentacles gripping the Slaughter Knife, he leveraged momentum into a forward thrust, putting the already fragile array under fatal pressure.

"Ding!"

The Diamond Circle shattered, and Liu Zheng crashed into the room.

"Liu Zheng!"

Vampire Sister exclaimed in surprise.

"Jump out!"

Liu Zheng issued the order without a moment’s hesitation.

Already experienced, the Nightingale acted promptly—blasting apart the freshly repaired floor-to-ceiling glass with one shot before kicking Vampire Sister off with a swift leg sweep.

Sea Girl took a second longer to react but quickly extended her arm into a fishhook, grabbing Liu Zheng and flinging him out of the room.

"Bald donkey, try one of this old hag’s heavies!"

A cannon extended from between Nightingale’s legs as she skillfully rotated it with her hands.

Then, with a forceful hip thrust, a sleek, umbrella-shaped projectile emerged, spinning violently as it collided with the old monk charging into the room.

"BOOM!"

A massive flash of fire and shockwaves erupted, further wrecking the already devastated chamber.

"Amitabha."

Unscathed, the old monk stepped calmly through the flames, sweeping his gaze across the room where Liu Zheng and the others had disappeared.

He walked to the shattered glass wall and looked down, spotting Nightingale and Sea Girl carrying their comrades toward a nearby tank.

"Benefactors, halt!"

The old monk extended his palms, emitting ten lasers from his fingers toward the fleeing group.

Dragon Capturing Hand, another skill he naturally possessed.

"Halt your mom! Colonel, shoot him!"

Liu Zheng lay weakly in Sea Girl’s arms, extending a middle finger toward the monk.

A volley of bullets fired from the "Hound’s" meager light machine gun, precisely intercepting the lasers.

This level of attack posed no real threat to the old monk but caused his lasers to lose their targets.

"Choke on my dust, bald donkey!"

Hurled into the tank’s confines by Sea Girl, Liu Zheng couldn’t resist yelling another taunt.

"Forget the security guards, chase them!"

Discarding his empty ammunition, the old monk shouted at his subordinates and leaped from the twelfth floor.

"Yes!"

Zhi Kong lifted the Great Monk, and together with the others, followed him in leaping after the tank.

"Let them go."

Security chief Yang Dali quickly gave the order.

The situation had escalated beyond reason—they’d done enough to justify their salaries and Liu Zheng’s bonuses.

Fighting any further would cost them their lives without leaving anything to spend the spoils

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