Killing Monks

The constables from the county government arrived very quickly.

Dozens of constables and three policemen arrived at the entrance of Prajna Temple with great caution. They first surrounded the temple, and then the head constable cautiously pushed open the temple gate.

They initially thought it was a major case—kidnapping the head of the Lin family was a serious matter.

But they were stunned when they saw Lin Guangcai.

Lin Guangcai was hoeing the ground behind the Prajna Temple, loosening the soil in the vegetable garden.

"Master Lin?" the head constable, Chen, called out tentatively.

Lin Guangcai looked up, saw the official robes, and forced a smile.

"Oh, isn't this Officer Chen? You're here? What brings you here?"

Officer Chen glanced at him, then at Guangyuan who was making sugar not far away, and coughed lightly.

"Um... Madam Lin reported to the authorities that you were kidnapped by this monk. We've come to check."

Lin Guangcai was stunned for a moment.

Then, his smile deepened.

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding." He put down his hoe, waved his hand, and said, "I came here voluntarily to listen to the Master's teachings on Buddhism. The Master's teachings are profound, and I was so engrossed in listening that I wanted to stay a few more days. I will naturally go back after I finish listening."

The constables looked at each other in bewilderment.

This……

They looked at Lin Guangcai.

At this moment, Lin Guangcai was not tied up, moved freely, and... smiled quite sincerely.

"Then... when will Master Lin return?" another constable asked.

"I'll be right back after I hear it, I'll be right back after I hear it." Lin Guangcai nodded repeatedly. "I'll trouble you constables to make the trip and tell my wife not to worry."

The constables exchanged glances and all looked at Constable Chen.

Officer Chen looked Lin Guangcai up and down for a long time before bowing to him and turning away with his group of constables and officers.

They have hands and feet, and they're not tied up. If they don't want to go back, what can they do?

Lin Guangcai watched them walk away, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

He turned his head and looked at Guangyuan not far away.

"Master," he asked cautiously, "was my answer appropriate?"

It's not that he doesn't want to leave.

He can't leave.

In the past few days, he has experienced hardships he has never encountered before in his life.

First, there was the physical torment. The two streams of black and white true energy within his body were like two nests of ants, which would run rampant and gnaw at his meridians if they disobeyed.

He was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground, and he wished he could just smash his head against a wall and die.

Physical torture is one thing, but the real torment comes from mental torture.

When he closes his eyes at night, he is enveloped in a white fog. In the fog, he sees shadowy figures of the people he cheated and harmed in his business dealings over the years.

Their faces were ferocious as they swarmed in from all directions, reaching out to strangle him and drag him into the abyss. He often woke up just as he fell asleep at night.

I didn't sleep well last night.

So, he considered running away.

Taking advantage of Guangyuan's inattention, he secretly slipped out of Prajna Temple and ran along the path towards the county town.

But after running less than two miles, his feet turned on their own, and he inexplicably walked back.

once.

twice.

three times.

He finally gave up.

He knew that if Guangyuan didn't speak up, even if he ran home, it would be the same. He might even run back home himself!

This monk is no ordinary monk.

He's a demonic monk.

A wicked and wicked monk.

How could I have been so blind to have provoked someone like that?

Guangyuan looked at him and nodded slightly.

"Okay," he said. "You can continue working."

Lin Guangcai nodded repeatedly, picked up his hoe, and walked excitedly into the field.

He discovered that as long as the land was cleared and the soil turned over,

The internal energy will be more stable. After working up a sweat, you'll sleep more soundly at night.

He hated Guangyuan, but he also wanted to live.

Guangyuan turned around, about to continue making sugar, when he suddenly saw someone walking towards him from a distance.

The abbot of the small Buddhist temple.

The old monk was all muscle, which made his robes bulge. He walked slowly and steadily, holding prayer beads in his hand, with a smile on his face.

The old monk approached, his gaze sweeping over him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, Guangyuan put on his monk's robe and shaved his head, looking like a young monk.

The last time we met, you were dressed in ordinary clothes. Why are you wearing a monk's robe again?

He didn't ask, he just smiled and spoke.

"Junior brother, your understanding of Buddhism is profound; you've accomplished something truly remarkable!"

He started by talking about "Buddhism," which was a straightforward way of stating his purpose.

He was actually quite relieved.

That day, fighting with this young man and ultimately backing down and ceding territory seemed like such a wise choice. With the monk's skills, even the head of the Lin family was completely subdued; this old man and his small Buddhist temple were no match for him.

"Are you here to act as a middleman?" Guangyuan didn't beat around the bush.

The abbot was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"Not bad." He nodded. "If you have any conditions, junior brother, let's make them clear. Let's keep things peaceful."

Guangyuan thought for a moment.

"Does the Lin family own any land?" he asked.

"Junior brother, that's a question..." he said carefully. "The Lin family is a prominent family in Qujiang County. Although they have been merchants for generations, they also own fertile land. No more, no less, around a thousand acres."

"Then I want these thousand acres of fertile land," Guangyuan said, "and the tenant farmers in the fields."

The abbot's hand stopped completely.

He looked up at Guangyuan, his smile frozen on his face.

"ha?"

He thought he had misheard.

Thousands of acres of fertile land? And tenant farmers too?

This monk has quite the appetite!

"Good!" Guangyuan nodded. "These are my conditions."

This monk has quite the appetite!

"Good!" Guangyuan nodded. "These are my conditions."

The abbot of the small Buddhist temple stiffened for a moment.

Even if you're asking for an exorbitant price, you should still give people room to negotiate!

"This..." He tried to keep his voice calm, "Junior brother, aren't you afraid you won't be able to eat?"

He looked at Guangyuan with a hint of heartfelt sincerity in his eyes.

"It's better to resolve conflicts than to perpetuate them. Junior brother, why don't you take a step back and leave the rest to this old monk to handle? I'll talk to the Lin family; I'm sure I can give you a satisfactory explanation."

Guangyuan looked at him but didn't reply.

He simply turned to the side and gestured with his chin toward a spot not far away.

"Ask him."

The abbot followed his gaze and then noticed that the person working in the field was actually Lin Guangcai.

At this moment, Lin Guangcai's face was sallow, his eyes were sunken, and he had lost a lot of weight, as if something had drained his energy.

But when he heard that he could exchange land for people, his eyes lit up instantly.

"Yes! I do!"

Lin Guangcai grabbed the abbot's hand, his voice quick and urgent, "Tell my son that I'm willing! Go and have them bring the land deed! The sooner the better!"

The abbot's heart skipped a beat when he saw his appearance.

How much suffering did they endure?

He felt a mixture of joy and worry.

The good thing is that I admitted my mistake quickly back then, and I didn't end up in this situation.

The worry was that the monk's appetite was much bigger than he had imagined.

Thousands of acres of fertile land, and tenant farmers living in those fields.

This is no small amount.

He released Lin Guangcai's hand, turned to Guangyuan, and gave a dry laugh.

"In that case... this old monk will go back and tell them."

Guangyuan nodded.