To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 623 - 356
Chapter 623: 356
Chapter 623: 356
He softly chanted a Buddhist mantra and said to the camera, “Mr. Chen, please wait, I have something to say.”
Chen Rang’s expression immediately soured, but for the sake of fairness, he still asked, “What do you want to say?”
“I want to say, before the earthquake comes, ants choose to move their nest, house dogs choose to hide, while all of you remain unaware of the impending danger, which is truly laughable.”
The atmosphere in the live broadcast room instantly became as cold as a freezer in the supermarket, making people uncertain how to respond.
The audience was also at a loss for words, and the whole live broadcast room suddenly chilled.
However, Monk Without Heart didn’t care about these things, and continued on his own, “Mr. Fang, you have been sinning all along.”
At this moment, Monk Without Heart was no longer smiling, but instead furrowed his brows, imbuing his expression with compassion, as if he truly pitied Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng glanced at his accumulated merit and felt that after all these years, some monks were still the same.
They didn’t learn anything new, but their skill in distorting the truth had indeed grown stronger.
Noticing that Fang Cheng did not respond, Monk Without Heart kept on talking, “Look at you, your games are so addictive, every one of them too enjoyable, making people play tirelessly. They go to work yawning every day, you are preventing people from working properly.”
“Oh.”
“Moreover, there’s so much killing in the games, you are causing people to commit sins of slaughter.”
“Oh.”
“Even the games that are meant for relaxation don’t let people relax at all, they fail to provide enough rest, and people even want to play more after playing. And you still say you haven’t sinned?”
Watching the impassioned Monk Without Heart, Fang Cheng noticed that the other party had straightened his chest and raised his head, looking like someone pleading the cause of the people.
Fang Cheng had encountered monks who wanted to debate him in the past.
Those people had even better rhetoric, their reasoning more abundant, and while they spoke, their words dazzled, entrancing their listeners.
For such individuals, Fang Cheng typically sent a Palm Thunder their way, making them feel pain without taking their life, too lazy to debate any further.
Don’t spout nonsense here, you’re disturbing my meditation.
Yet what’s interesting is that although he didn’t debate with them, after his palm strike, the bystanders would nod in agreement and say, “The Daoist is right, that monk doesn’t look serious at all.”
In his early years, he had faced seventy-two debates, and the monks sent by the opposite side got stronger and stronger, but they were all taken care of with a single palm.
Eventually, people stopped listening to the monks’ debates. Upon seeing a monk coming to debate, they would laugh and say, “Are you here to debate again? Last time I saw your master go up against Heavenly Lord Fang and he was slapped into the ground; it took three days to dig him out. How many days do you plan to stay this time?”
At that point, no matter how well-prepared the monk was, he would flee in disarray.
So now, should he strike this monk with a palm?
However, looking at the Monk Without Heart in front of him, whose face was darkened by guilt, it seemed there was no need to do so.
Moreover, he kindly reminded the other party to log off, but since they did not appreciate it, let him carry the karma himself.
Realizing Fang Cheng still wore a smile, Monk Without Heart was about to continue attacking Fang Cheng’s behavior when he heard Chen Rang say, “Monk Without Heart, excuse me for interrupting, but there’s an audience member who insists on speaking.”
Monk Without Heart immediately joined his hands and replied, “Please, speak.”
“This is a classmate of yours, he is from your same school, and he insists that everyone should see this content.”
The description from the audience member gave Monk Without Heart an ominous feeling, but before he could react, Chen Rang had already projected the content onto the live broadcast.
The image showed Monk Without Heart holding a laptop, frantically playing “Quiet Cultivation”.
Seeing this scene, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room became tense once again.
After watching quietly for a while, Monk Without Heart chanted a mantra and said, “This was from my youth when I was ignorant and committed this sin. I have since sincerely repented, and the Buddha will not blame me.”
“This photo was taken yesterday. And also, the audience member corrected something, he’s not your classmate, he’s your fellow disciple.”
Monk Without Heart immediately realized he had been set up.
It must have been his fellow disciples who were jealous of his earnings and deliberately chose this time to give him trouble, wanting him to end up utterly discredited.
Upon seeing this video, the audience in the live streaming room started discussing it.
[Can’t be, hasn’t Monk Without Heart always been saying that those who play games will go to hell? Why is he playing himself?]
[Yo, it’s Dragon Girl. Does the monk have a special fondness for snakes, dragons, and such creatures with long, true forms?]
[Not a low rank, and the gameplay isn’t bad either. He even succeeded in the end.]
The voices of doubt had already arisen, and by this time, it was too late to deny it. He could only resort to another tactic.
After chanting a Buddhist mantra again, Monk Without Heart said, “I remember now, this was in preparation for today’s interview. As the saying goes, ‘If I don’t enter hell, who will?’ I did this to better understand the situation here, as a special preparation.”
Chen Rang, looking at the self-righteous Monk Without Heart, was about to continue mocking him when he found that someone had posted a new image.
The picture was from a previous “Spirit Vessel” grand exhibition in North America.
Taken with a high-definition wide-angle camera, the photo’s details were lifelike, showing Liuzi winning the championship with all the audience standing and cheering.
One of the spectators’ faces had been specifically circled, and it was no other than Monk Without Heart.
In the photo, he wore an expression of frenzy and was holding a Mecha figurine handed out for free at the entrance; the Mecha face paint on him was exceptionally clear under the lighting.
Looking at the photo, the face of Monk Without Heart instantly turned ashen.
Sweating profusely, he shook uncontrollably, unable to utter a word.
[Wow, actually flew to North America to attend the competition; how much do you love Fang Cheng Studio’s games?]
[I don’t understand, but I’m profoundly shocked.]
[Is this what they call, ‘the deeper the love, the darker the hate’?]
[You’re really going all out, aren’t you? Denouncing by day, inseparable by night; could we also be just another one of your playthings?]
Monk Without Heart wanted to explain, but new evidence was already on the way.
This was an account from the Game Inn forum, but someone had tracked the IP and related content, deducing that it was Monk Without Heart’s alt account.
[I really love Fang Cheng Studio’s games to death. But my current job doesn’t allow much time for gaming, how do you guys sneak in some game time?]
[The plot of “Wonderful Life” is so mysterious, even watching Tang Mo’s analysis, I can only grasp a little. Can someone explain it in detail?]
[After watching Qian Xiaohao, the maid, and Eric’s experiences, I feel it’s really tough. If it were me, I would have given up long ago. Thanks to their perseverance, this is the best gaming experience I’ve ever seen.]
[Recently I played “My Amusement Park” DLC mode, and I found that many players don’t know how to deal massive damage with the Oceanarium. First off, I’ve put a hundred hours into the Amusement Park, even before live streaming I would play for a while. The Oceanarium’s related buildings are definitely one of the strongest modules, I’ll explain more about this later.]
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One post after another, the guests present suddenly felt a sense of inferiority.
The average time spent on each game was well over a hundred hours, striving to play to the end, and personal completion of every hidden storyline.
On the forums, Monk Without Heart was helpful and enjoyed sharing every little trick he discovered, even having tens of thousands of followers, and no one would have guessed that he was actually Monk Without Heart.
Seeing his alt account exposed, Monk Without Heart was completely lost for words.
Pointing at the screen, he stuttered, “I… this… I… actually…”
“Enough,” Chen Rang whispered, “we all know you took the money, but don’t do this again next time. I have more evidence sent by others, but I won’t release it; you handle it yourself.”
“Thank you!”
Monk Without Heart cried as he left the live streaming room and then rapidly deactivated his own account.
Watching Monk Without Heart flee in panic, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but sigh.
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