Killing Monks

Xu Jin was stunned.

He looked at Guangyuan as if he had seen a ghost.

Just then, Guangyuan made a move.

He raised his hand, which was wrapped in black and white true energy, and gently pressed it against Xu Jin's chest.

It was very light and slow, like a caress.

But Xu Jin's expression changed instantly.

That black and white intertwined true energy, like an invisible drill, pierced deep into his chest.

It pierced through his protective aura, penetrated his skin and flesh, burrowed into his bones and muscles, and finally entered his internal organs!

"ah--!"

Xu Jin screamed in agony, clutching his chest and staggering backward. His face was deathly pale, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Guangyuan withdrew his hand.

He looked at Xu Jin, whose face was contorted, and then at Lin Guangcai, whose face was ashen, not far away.

"Is there anything else?"

"If not, then come with me!"

Guangyuan lifted his foot and walked towards Lin Guangcai.

Lin Guangcai stood there, his legs trembling slightly, his lips pale, and his eyes filled with helplessness.

But just as Guangyuan reached out to grab him, Lin Guangcai moved.

With a flick of his wrist, a dagger sprang from his sleeve. The dagger was gleaming white, radiating a chilling light, like a white rainbow, aimed straight for Guangyuan's heart!

fast!

quasi!

ruthless!

This thrust was so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible, and so ruthless that there was not the slightest hesitation.

Lin Guangcai was also a martial artist, and his skill level was no lower than Xu Jin's.

At the same time, a loud shout came from behind.

Despite the excruciating pain in his chest, Xu Jin punched Guang Yuan in the back of the chest!

The practice of external martial arts is inherently painful. Although Guangyuan's moves were strange, they were not enough to make him feel so embarrassed.

He was also showing weakness.

The two, one in front and one behind, worked in perfect coordination. A sharp blade pierced his heart from the front, while a heavy punch slammed into his back from behind. No matter whether Guangyuan moved forward or backward, he could not escape this attack.

A deadly situation.

Guangyuan did not move forward, but backward.

Xu Jin's fist slammed into his back with a dull thud. But the force felt like it had hit cotton, soft and yielding, completely swallowed up.

Lin Guangcai's dagger pierced his heart.

"Ding!"

A soft sound.

The dagger seemed to be stuck in an iron plate, completely unmoved.

Lin Guangcai's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw a faint layer of true energy emerging from Guangyuan's chest. That true energy, intertwined in black and white, flowed endlessly, and actually managed to block his full-force attack.

That was the force of Xu Jin's fist, which Guang Yuan "absorbed" and "transferred" to his chest, forming a protective aura.

Previously, Guangyuan only knew how to "absorb" and "transform". He absorbed the enemy's power and then transformed it into his feet, dissipating it to the earth.

But over time, he gradually came to understand.

Some things can't be forced.

Some things require a roundabout approach.

Taking a roundabout approach doesn't mean not doing it at all; it means doing it in a methodical and planned way.

This is "luck".

The "yun" in "yun yun" means to operate, to run, or to operate.

Unfortunately, he hasn't grasped the meaning of "发" (fa).

If one understands this, one can combine Lin Guangcai's strength with Xu Jin's strength and unleash it all back, instantly defeating Lin Guangcai.

Now, he can only channel the remaining force into his feet once more.

"boom!"

The bluestone bricks underfoot shattered completely, sending fragments flying like rain and filling the air with dust.

Guangyuan seized the opportunity to make a move.

He swiftly moved his palms, striking Lin Guangcai several times in succession.

Each palm strike carried a unique interplay of black and white true energy, which penetrated Lin Guangcai's body, instantly disrupting his previously stable internal breathing.

Lin Guangcai groaned, staggered backward, and turned pale.

He clutched his chest, looking at Guangyuan with disbelief in his eyes.

He underestimated the monk.

They completely underestimated it.

This monk is not only a martial artist at the Earth Realm, but also possesses such a strange and bizarre skill.

But you're just a lowly Earth Realm martial artist, what can't you do? Every day you carry a load to the market to sell candy, earning only a pittance for your hard work!

This was Lin Guangcai's biggest misjudgment of Guangyuan from the very beginning!

A martial artist like Xu Jin, who was at the Earth Realm, was fed and cared for at his house every day, and received at least a hundred taels of silver a month.

One tael of silver is one string of cash, or one thousand coins.

Guangyuan sells a pound of snowflake rock sugar for two hundred coins. Even if you work yourself to death all day, you can't earn more than a few taels of silver.

Unlike Xu Jin, who can make money just by lifting a finger.

How could he have imagined that a martial artist at the Earth Realm would be willing to do such a small business?

But no matter how much he regretted it, it was too late.

Guangyuan grabbed him by the back of his collar like he was a chick and lifted him up.

Lin Guangcai struggled to circulate his internal energy to resist, but the black and white true energy in his body was already in chaos, and every time he tried to circulate his energy, he was in so much pain that he gasped for breath.

Guangyuan carried him and strode away from the Lin residence.

We walked through the main streets of the county town, through the country lanes, until we reached the gate of Prajna Temple.

He did not enter the temple.

Instead, they went around the temple wall and came to a dilapidated wooden shed next to it.

That was where Guangyuan usually stored miscellaneous items. A few crooked logs supported the roof, and drafts came from all sides. Some broken farm tools and dry grass were piled on the ground.

Guangyuan threw Lin Guangcai inside.

Lin Guangcai fell onto the haystack, looking utterly disheveled.

He struggled to his feet and was about to speak when Guangyuan walked in.

He was carrying a hoe.

"This is a hoe." Guangyuan slammed the hoe into the ground with a dull thud.

Lin Guangcai was stunned.

Guangyuan pointed outside the wooden shed: "There's a lot of wasteland around my temple. You're just idling around anyway, so why don't you turn over some of that land?"

"What?"

Lin Guangcai thought he had misheard.

"Should I go turn over the soil?"

He had never done any manual labor in his life. The Lin family had been operating in Qujiang County for decades, and he had lived a life of luxury since childhood, never even touching a hoe.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to listen to Buddhist teachings?" His voice had changed.

"Yes," Guangyuan nodded, "Farming is also Buddhism. My Dharma!"

He paused, then added, "Otherwise, what should we eat?"

If we don't farm, what will we eat?

We can't just rob them, can we?

Lin Guangcai stared at him, speechless for a long time.

Then, with his neck stiffened, he said in a hard voice, "I'm not going!"

He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. Even if you kill me, I will not go."

He bet Guangyuan wouldn't dare kill him.

They brought him back simply to extort money. Killing him wouldn't let the Lin family rest in peace. This monk may have some skill, but the Lin family is not to be trifled with.

Guangyuan looked at him without saying a word.

He stepped forward and gently patted Lin Guangcai's body.

I just pressed it lightly.

But Lin Guangcai's expression changed instantly.

The black and white true energy within his body seemed to suddenly come alive. It transformed into countless tiny insects, darting about in his meridians.

Some go upstream, some dive down, and some shuttle between the internal organs.

pain.

Excruciating pain.

It wasn't the kind of intense pain that could knock you unconscious, but rather a fine, pervasive pain. It felt like countless needles slowly moving inside your body, or like countless ants gnawing at your bones.

Lin Guangcai gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He persisted.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

"ah--!"

He finally couldn't hold back and screamed. He curled up into a ball.

Guangyuan stood aside, watching him quietly.

When the pain subsided, Lin Guangcai was limp and panting heavily.

Guangyuan then handed the hoe to him.