The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 1397 847: Liu Zheng: I Almost Want to Chop You

"Hmph, truly sacred matters cannot be stopped, and the City Hall will eventually co to realize this."

The priest said indignantly.

"Mm-hmm, you're right."

Liu Zheng had no interest in arguing with him.

There are already enough deviant believers in the tropolis, one more won't make a difference.

And the priest had no intention of discussing further.

"Alright, it's ti for you to make a choice."

He said.

"Choose what?"

Liu Zheng asked in confusion.

"We Slavs are a people who admire art and science, and a truly excellent person can still showcase his talent even when drunk. So, you can choose to create now, or choose to answer the questions I have posed."

The priest stated.

"Ha? Can I at least ask what kind of questions you'll pose?"

He inquired.

"Just so simple math problems."

"I'll choose to create."

Liu Zheng said without hesitation.

When it cos to math, there's nothing simple. For soone who hasn't passed math since high school, he'd better not challenge himself.

"Are you really not going to try solving them? I think the questions I prepared are quite interesting."

The priest asked unwillingly.

"I have so self-awareness, priest. But I have a subordinate who is good at math. I can bring him to discuss with you soti."

Liu Zheng responded.

"Alright then. Please start your creation. Do you need paper and pen or drawing tools?"

"No need."

He shook his head.

He had his own paper and pen, while drawing was too ti-consuming.

"Then I'll recite a poem."

Liu Zheng contemplated and said.

"If I have heard this poem and the author isn't you, then your trial will fail."

The priest reminded.

"No problem."

Liu Zheng ran it through his mind first, then recited the poem.

"The final practice is to walk along the cliff"

"In dreams I hear, the soul"

"Like a gadfly"

"Buzzing at the window"

"In the shimring sunshine, dancing and singing"

...

"At the forefront of light or the extre of thought"

"In the overlooked existence of ti"

"Life and death are one"

He didn't have any poetry recital skills, just recited the poem at an even pace and articulated clearly.

This poem is considered very niche in reality. If the priest has heard it, he'd have to accept defeat.

"Hmm..."

The priest did not comnt imdiately upon hearing it, but savored it for a while.

"In terms of technique, this poem is not particularly clever."

After a mont, he finally spoke.

"Indeed."

Liu Zheng nodded.

After all, the original author was famous for prose, writing poetry was just a hobby in his spare ti.

And Liu Zheng didn't like his other poems, just purely fell for this one in a particular situation.

"However, there is sothing interesting about the person who created this poem. If I'm not mistaken, he is likely seriously ill and unable to walk independently. And he should be quite old, at least middle-aged."

The priest added.

"Why couldn't it be a young person?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

He didn't answer directly, but such a counter-question was an implicit acknowledgent.

"If a young person were seriously ill, he would either be full of hope or full of anger. Even those despairing with resentnt would wish for the world to perish with them. Only those lying in the quagmire of ti would try to accept and explain their fate."

The priest explained.

"Your theory makes so sense. But at least, here and now, I am the author of this poem."

Liu Zheng emphasized.

"Alright, cunning young man, you've passed the test. I will tell you what's been bothering , but you must promise never to speak of it."

The priest said.

"Rest assured, priest. The secrets I keep exceed your imagination."

He's just a priest from so obscure cult; how big could his troubles be? It couldn't possibly be about how to assassinate the Supre Councilman, right?

"... Our sect advocates a form of practice, that is to use the experience of climax as a dium to feel the joy of approaching the Lord."

The priest slowly began to speak.

"Joyful Zen, huh?"

Liu Zheng blurted out.

"Do not compare us to those hypocritical lamas."

The priest retorted unhappily.

"They preach transcendence yet enjoy themselves imnsely. We are different; we acknowledge that the beauty in this world is the Lord's creation. The closer to beauty, the nearer to the Lord. As for those less beautiful believers, we give them the opportunity to feel the Lord's profound aning through our bodies."

When he spoke, a light seed to shine behind his head.

"Understood, the ugly ones, kill them."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Don't be so vulgar."

The priest glared at him.

"Okay, please continue."

He shrugged.

"Of course, this way of spiritual practice is not understood by everyone. So believers' families or their admirers are quite dissatisfied with and always try to give trouble. But with my abilities and the dignity of my protector, they dare not do anything substantial."

"But recently, my protector's child fell seriously ill. I've tried many thods, but they haven't been as effective as before. If the situation continues to deteriorate, this poor child will die, and I will lose the shelter of that esteed protector. At that ti, those who hate will co at like wolves and tear apart."

The priest couldn't help but feel so fear at the thought of that terrible scene, and he quickly grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it down his throat.