Killing Monks

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Guangyuan dodged to the side, and the punch grazed his ear.

He raised his hand and placed a palm under the man's armpit.

"Well--"

The man groaned, half of his body went numb, and he staggered back, crashing into the courtyard wall.

The skinny man pounced on him, his palms flying, using the Pi Gua Palm technique. His palm strikes were fierce, each one faster than the last, trying to corner Guangyuan.

Guangyuan did not retreat but advanced.

He charged forward to meet the palm strike, his hands parting to the left and right as if clearing a reed bed. The skinny man's palm technique was forcefully broken, leaving him wide open.

Guangyuan kicked him in the stomach.

"Bang!"

The skinny guy flew backward and crashed to the ground, clutching his stomach and curling up like a shrimp.

The young people finally took action.

He was smarter than the previous two; instead of attacking head-on, he circled around to the side, hoping to launch a sneak attack. Unfortunately for him, Guangyuan turned around as soon as he moved.

The two met face to face.

The young man was stunned. Before he could throw his fist, Guangyuan's slap came.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sent him spinning in place, his vision blurring.

Before he could even stand up straight, Guangyuan kicked him in the back of the knee.

"thump!"

The young man knelt on the ground and couldn't get up.

Three tricks.

All three of them collapsed.

Lin Lin's expression changed.

He turned and ran.

They ran very fast and decisively, without even looking back.

But after running only three steps, he felt a tightness around the back of his neck and was lifted up.

Guangyuan grabbed his neck and lifted him up like a chick, his feet off the ground, dangling in mid-air.

Lin Lin struggled, trying to pry Guang Yuan's fingers open with both hands, but the hand was like an iron clamp, not moving an inch. His face turned red, his legs kicked wildly, and he made gurgling sounds in his throat.

Guangyuan lifted him up to his eyes and looked at his terrified face.

"Didn't you want to invite me to the Lin residence? Let's go now."

Guangyuan carried Lin Lin through the streets and alleys of the county town, attracting countless stares. Lin Lin was carried like a little chick, his face ashen, not daring to utter a single word.

The Lin family mansion was located on East Street in the county town and was one of the most prominent mansions in the area. The vermilion gate was adorned with gleaming copper nails, and two imposing stone lions stood before it.

Guangyuan kicked the door open.

The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, causing dust to fall from the door frame.

A chubby middle-aged man came out from the main hall, his face beaming with smiles, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"

He strode forward, cupping his hands in greeting as he said, "I only sent a few servants to invite the master, but I never expected them to be so rude and disrespectful! I will punish them severely later!"

Guangyuan threw Lin Lin to the ground.

"If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too." He looked at the fat man. "You say you don't know that?"

That fat man was Lin Guangcai, the head of the Lin family.

His smile froze for a moment, then returned to its usual shape.

"Master, you are unaware of this," he said, rubbing his hands together, his voice tinged with helplessness, "there are many people in the household, and I cannot discipline them one by one."

"The servants are ignorant and have offended you, Master. Please forgive them."

Guangyuan looked at him without saying a word.

After a moment, he spoke.

"You admit you're incompetent?"

Lin Guangcai was taken aback.

"If you can't control so many people," Guangyuan said, "then just leave them alone."

The smile on Lin Guangcai's face vanished completely. He stared at Guangyuan, his gaze turning cold.

"Master," his voice turned cold, "what do you mean?"

Guangyuan didn't answer, she just looked at him.

"You know perfectly well what kind of people your Lin family are," Guangyuan finally spoke.

The Lin family was a prominent family in Qujiang County, dealing in rice, flour, sugar, and oil. They had been operating in the county town for decades, even centuries, and their business was vast and powerful. As soon as Guangyuan's snowflake rock sugar came out, they set their sights on it.

With such huge profits, all of which were monopolized by this monk, how could it not make people envious?

"I do have some skills," Guangyuan said calmly. "You've been so polite to me. If I didn't have any skills, wouldn't you be...?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was crystal clear.

Lin Guangcai remained silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

That smile held a hint of coldness, and a hint of relief!

Since we've already come this far, why pretend anymore?

"What does the master want to do?" he said, "to carve out a path."

"Since you are incompetent," Guangyuan said, "I will teach you some Buddhist teachings."

He paused.

"Why don't you come with me to the temple to rest for a while and listen to the Buddhist teachings?"

Lin Guangcai was stunned.

Then, he sneered.

He had lived for decades and seen many threatening people, but this was the first time he had ever heard someone describe abduction in such a fresh and elegant way.

These bald monks are truly ruthless.

"In that case," he took a step back, his voice suddenly rising, "Xu Jin!"

Before the words were finished, a person emerged from the shadows behind the main hall.

The man was broad-shouldered and burly, standing at least nine feet tall, with arms thicker than an average person's thighs. He wore a drab gray short brown coat, and the veins on his exposed arms were bulging like small snakes.

He walked out step by step, each step accompanied by a dull thud on the blue bricks beneath his feet.

Martial artists of Kowloon Martial Arts Academy.

Guangyuan's gaze fell on him.

The man walked up to Lin Guangcai and stopped. He looked down at Guangyuan, his gaze filled with scrutiny and disdain.

When Xu Jin's fist came crashing down, Guangyuan didn't dodge.

He simply raised his arm and caught the punch steadily.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud, fists and palms collided.

Xu Jin felt as if his strength had been thrown into a ball of cotton, soft and yielding with no leverage. That power, capable of splitting stone and shattering monuments, vanished without a trace in an instant.

"receive."

Guangyuan uttered a single word softly.

The black and white true energy that appeared around him was like a bottomless abyss, completely swallowing up Xu Jin's fist force.

Xu Jin's expression changed. He tried to pull his fist away, but found that it was firmly sucked in and he couldn't move it.

"transport."

Guangyuan uttered another word.

His feet sank, and the gathered force poured down his body.

"boom!"

The bluestone bricks underfoot shattered with a crack, the fissures spreading outwards like a spider web, sending fragments flying and dust billowing everywhere.

Xu Jin's punch was like hitting the ground; it didn't hurt Guangyuan in the slightest.

"Um?"

Xu Jin frowned.

He had been practicing martial arts for over twenty years and was already a martial artist at the Earth Realm. He was quite well-known in the Nine Dragons Martial Academy. If he hadn't signed a favor with the Lin family while practicing martial arts, he wouldn't have become a guest elder in the Lin family.

Unconvinced, he withdrew his fist, turned around, raised his leg, and unleashed a sweeping whip kick that, accompanied by a whistling gale, aimed straight at Guangyuan's waist and ribs!

This kick was even more ferocious and powerful than the punch earlier.

Guangyuan still did not hide.

The shadow of the leg slammed solidly into him, with another loud thud.

"boom!"

The bluestone paving stones in front of the Lin Mansion shattered again, sending rubble flying and thickening the dust.

But Guangyuan stood still, without leaving a single footprint.