Killing Monks

Lin Guangcai looked up at him, his eyes filled with fear and resentment, but in the end he still reached out and tremblingly took the hoe.

He never imagined in his life that one day he would be holding a hoe and turning over those wastelands.

But at this moment, he held it.

Guangyuan turned and left the wooden shed.

Behind me came the sound of a hoe dragging on the ground, and the sound of Lin Guangcai's footsteps.

He walked to the edge of the wasteland and looked back.

Lin Guangcai was bent over at that moment, clumsily raising the hoe and then clumsily bringing it down.

All kinds of work are done by people; there's no job that no one can't do.

Lin Guangcai was kidnapped in public, and the Lin family was thrown into chaos.

Inside the main hall, the three people were arguing fiercely.

Madam Lin's face was grim, and her voice was shrill: "Report to the authorities! We must report to the authorities! That wicked monk kidnapped people in broad daylight, is there no law left?"

The eldest son, Lin Jinfeng, frowned and said, "Mother, what's the use of reporting this to the authorities? That monk is highly skilled in martial arts. What if the officials displease him? Wouldn't Father be in danger?"

"In my opinion, since he took Dad away, he must want to talk!"

"Why don't we send someone to negotiate and ransom Father? Give him whatever money he wants, and let him get back safely first."

The youngest son, Lin Yulu, slammed his hand on the table, his face full of resentment: "What's there to talk about! When has our Lin family ever been treated like this?"

"I won't swallow this! I'm going to hire some experts to teach that monk a lesson!"

The three argued heatedly, each sticking to their own version of events.

In the end, it was Mrs. Lin who made the decision: "Stop arguing! Let's take a three-pronged approach!"

She said coldly, "I'll report this to the authorities. Jin Feng, go and talk to someone. Yu Lu, go and find a master. Whichever side succeeds, they can get your father out."

The servants sent by Madam Lin arrived at the county government office quickly.

"My lord! Something terrible has happened! A wicked monk has kidnapped my master in the street!"

Upon hearing this, the magistrate frowned. To kidnap someone in the street—this was outrageous! Just as he was about to issue an arrest warrant, the county clerk coughed softly beside him.

"Sir, why don't we investigate this matter first?" The county magistrate leaned closer and whispered, "That monk is from Prajna Temple; the smaller Buddhist temple might know something."

The magistrate glanced at him and nodded.

The county magistrate then sent someone to the small Buddhist temple.

After hearing the purpose of the visit, the abbot of the small Buddhist temple put his hands together in prayer and looked compassionate.

"Amitabha. Although Guangyuan is our temple's neighbor, we are only nodding acquaintances and not familiar with each other. Our temple knows nothing about what he has done."

The messenger returned to report, and the county magistrate, after hearing the report, understood the situation.

Since the monk had no powerful connections, we'll handle this officially and wait for him to come begging to us.

In the meditation hall of the small Buddhist temple, the abbot saw off the county magistrate's men and turned to give the supervisor a slight smile.

"Look, that young man was too hot-blooded; now he's in trouble!"

The abbot immediately bowed and said, "The abbot's Buddhist teachings are profound and his wisdom is ingenious."

The abbot picked up his teacup and slowly took a sip. Being competitive isn't a skill; being able to win in the end is.

Just then, the guest monk hurried in.

"Abbot, Lin Jinfeng, the young master of the Lin family, has come to visit."

The abbot put down his teacup, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

The Lin family was in the rice, flour, and oil business and had dealt with the small Buddhist temple quite a bit. At this critical juncture, it was obvious what was going on without even asking.

"Please come to the meditation hall."

Lin Jinfeng entered the meditation hall, and after some pleasantries, finally got to the point.

"Abbot," he carefully chose his words, "I wonder if you are acquainted with Master Guangyuan of Prajna Temple?"

The abbot nodded slightly: "Although we are neighbors, we are only nodding acquaintances."

Lin Jinfeng's heart sank, but he remained outwardly calm.

"My father heard of his profound knowledge of Buddhism, so he went to Prajna Temple to listen to his lectures." He paused, "If it's convenient for the abbot, could you please ask Master Guangyuan to finish his lectures so that my father can return?"

He raised his head and looked at the abbot.

"If my father returns safely, I will fulfill my vow at the small Buddhist temple and donate a Buddhist hall."

A Buddhist shrine.

This is not a small number.

The abbot paused in his hand, which was holding the prayer beads.

He remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "What about your father's expenses during his stay at the Prajna Temple these past few days..."

"Naturally, I'll take responsibility for that too," Lin Jinfeng quickly added.

The abbot nodded.

"In that case, this old monk will go and give it a try."

Wealth can be very tempting.

Besides, he was just there to mediate and act as a middleman.

Meanwhile, Lin Yulu and Xu Jin arrived at the Kowloon Martial Arts Academy.

Lin Yulu looked at the energetic, muscular boy and his face was filled with longing. He had longed to be here since he was a child, but his father, Lin Guangcai, had always forbade it.

The Lin family only has two sons. If they go to the Kowloon Martial Arts Academy, they will both become eunuchs with nothing but muscles in their heads. Who will carry on the family line?

Now, he stepped into the martial arts academy for the first time, but it was to ask someone for help.

Xu Jin, familiar with the route, led him through the training ground to a row of elegant residences.

"Teacher!" Xu Jin knocked on the door.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man walked out. He was not tall, but he gave off a sense of mountain-like composure, and his mere presence commanded respect.

Long Jun, an instructor at Kowloon Martial Arts Academy.

Xu Jin recounted the story, and Lin Yulu embellished it, portraying the monk as arrogant, domineering, and disdainful of everyone.

After listening, Long Jun pondered for a moment.

"You said his kung fu is special," he looked at Xu Jin, "tell me more about it."

Xu Jin then recounted the entire exchange that day in detail, explaining how the monk used his opponent's strength against him, how he absorbed and neutralized his force, and how he used his strange black and white internal energy to injure him.

After listening, Long Jun remained silent for a while.

He said, "He is also a martial artist at the Earth Realm, and so are you. Do you know why you were so easily injured by him?"

Xu Jin shook her head.

Long Jun continued, "The realms are divided into three stages: Peeping Path, Ascending Hall, and Reflecting the Moon. You are currently only at the Peeping Path stage, and your mastery of the Nine Dragons Overlord Body is only at a rudimentary level, like an ordinary person wielding a sledgehammer."

"Excessive rigidity leads to breakage, and extreme strength leads to humiliation; one should never advance bravely in all things."

"Your power is too direct and simple. It seems powerful, but if someone who knows what they're doing encounters you, they can easily guess your strength and use it for their own purposes. No matter how much power you have, you won't be able to hit anyone, just like the enemies you've encountered."

"Only when the old yang gives rise to the young yin, your strength contains yin within yang and yang within yin, yin and yang flowing together, so that a punch can have multiple layers of force, making it difficult for others to judge."

"Only when you understand this principle will your martial arts skills truly be considered mastered!"

This is the entrance to the hall in the realm of the dead.

Long Jun is instructing his students.

Xu Jin lowered her head, her face full of shame.

I've been praising people for years and I thought I was a genius. Now I realize that I was just being arrogant.

"Very well." Long Jun stood up. "I'll go with you to take a look."

Lin Yulu was overjoyed and quickly took out an exquisite brocade box from her bosom, presenting it with both hands.

Long Jun didn't even glance at it.

"I'll go with you, just to see this man's martial arts skills."

There was one more thing he didn't say.

Qujiang County is the territory of Jiulong Martial Arts Academy.

Qujiang County is not some bald monk.