Jingchen, I, like infinite the most

Jingchen, an eminent monk selected by the system to join the game, is young but has experienced nine reincarnations.

System: Mage, you may be involved in many killings in the future, and you may also lose your life. You won’t blame me, will you?

Jingchen closed his eyes and smiled lightly: How could it be? It’s not too late to thank you. This is a good opportunity to accumulate merit. Please be sure to let this poor monk participate, Amitabha.

System: Master is worthy of being a master!!

As a result, soon after the game started, the evil ghost was directly purified by him, his teammates were saved by him, and a large number of players felt at ease because of his Buddhism.

Until he met an evil god—

The evil god sitting high on the throne held his jaw with one hand, his face was handsome and cold, and his voice made people’s ears numb: Monk, where do you come from?

Jingchen: This poor monk came from Xinshou Village to ask the god to raise his noble hand.

The evil god smiled lazily, stepped down from the throne, held Jingchen’s chin and slowly came closer, with a bewitching light in his eyes: Ok, but everything has a price, and this price… is you.