You believe that your gun is no match for my fist?

The truck wheels rolled over the cobblestone road, slowly driving out of the warehouse. The outer skin of the truck had been peeled off, exposing the two people in the back to the bright lights and bustling nightlife of Pucheng.

The two were Gao Zhan and Tang Liu. Gao Zhan sat cross-legged, with one hand on his knee and the other hand in front of his chest forming a mudra. Uncle Liu sat next to him and glanced at him for a while.

"Namo, Samanta, Buddhanam, Aprati, Hata, Svaha."

Gao Zhan closed his eyes, and the sound of chanting sutras came from his mouth:

"Om, Amrita, Vairocana, Svaha."

After reciting for a while, he opened his eyes, looked at his sixth uncle, and said, "The first section is from the 'Mahavairocana's Attainment of Buddhahood and Divine Transformation and Blessing Sutra, Chapter on Entering the Gate of True Words,' praying that the deceased's consciousness will not be obscured. The second section is from the 'Buddha Speaks of the Ksitigarbha Sutra for Prolonging Life,' to resolve grievances and release karmic entanglements."

Uncle Liu nodded; he wasn't interested in that.

In Gao Zhan's previous life, the 21st century was an unprecedented golden age for martial arts.

The once prestigious and powerful families can no longer exist as independent states within a state, separate from the secular world.

All martial arts techniques from various sects must be open-source and shared, and exchanged with each other; otherwise, they will be identified as illegal organizations and banned.

Therefore, martial arts have progressed very rapidly in his hometown since the beginning of the 20th century.

Gao Zhan's skills all came from the Tantric Buddhism of his previous life. Although the study of scriptures is no longer required for practicing Tantric techniques, one still needs to understand them to some extent.

Esoteric Buddhist practices often focus on the Vajra Body, with the core concept being to view the human body as a vessel that can be forged and refined repeatedly until its limits are broken.

Therefore, most masters of Tantric Buddhism have abundant Qi and blood, strong skin and bones, long lifespan, and are not prone to aging.

Of course, most importantly, the scriptures of the Highest Yoga Tantra of Tantra record the principle of "Great Bliss," which takes the preservation of vital energy as the key to cultivation. Those who practice this method will retain their yang fire for a long time and have more energy than ordinary people.

As for what this means, those who understand, understand. Therefore, online downloads of Tantric practices consistently rank among the top.

However, Tantric practices are often easy at first and difficult later on, and the difficulty increases as you progress. Only those with great perseverance and wisdom can reach a high level of mastery.

However, most people probably didn't intend to practice to a high level, since they only wanted to achieve a state of unyielding essence and energy.

Seeing that Gao Zhan had finished reciting the Buddhist scriptures, Sixth Uncle also came over.

"You little brat," he lowered his voice, his eyebrows twitching smugly, "do you even know why I bandaged up Master Teng?"

Gao Zhan opened his eyes, looked at his sixth uncle, and smiled slightly.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Uncle Liu became even more enthusiastic and was about to continue speaking when Gao Zhan just smiled slightly and closed his eyes again.

"The Second Master certainly doesn't mean for you to spare his life," Gao Zhan said at this moment. "What the Second Master actually means is for you to kill him."

Uncle Liu didn't respond.

"But you didn't do as instructed," Gao Zhan continued, "because you're Master Tang's man, and Master Tang should be the ultimate master, right?"

Uncle Liu hummed in agreement.

"So it's that simple," Gao Zhan said, his eyes still closed and his hand seals unchanged. "You're the First Master's man, and the First Master might not be happy to see Master Teng die. If you really kill Master Teng for the Second Master, then..."

Gao Zhan paused for a moment,

"Master Teng is a big shot. If he dies, his men can't touch the Second Master, but they can touch you."

"Whether out of loyalty to the master or for your own sake, you will not choose to send Master Teng on his way."

Uncle Liu's noodles gradually sank. He smacked his lips, wanting to say something, but didn't speak.

After a long pause, he finally snorted, "Damn it, you country bumpkin, why are you trying to be so smart?"

At this moment, Gao Zhan opened one eye and glanced at Sixth Uncle, a bright smile appearing on his face. "I'm just that clever, what can you do about it?"

After saying that, he looked deep and melancholy, sighed as he gazed at the bright lights of the street, and said, "To be honest, sometimes I am troubled by this myself. Sigh, being too smart is not a good thing either."

Sixth Uncle glared at him, his lips twitching twice.

Gao Zhan usually appears to be a cold and aloof gentleman, but in reality, he is not like that at all.

"Hmph." Uncle Liu snorted coldly, then looked at the street to the side. After watching for a while, he said, "How can you, a monk chanting scriptures, be so unhumble?"

"I don't believe in Buddhism." Gao Zhan smiled. "At the moment of death, people will always have some thoughts they can't let go of, resentment, anger, and ignorance, which is not good."

"All sentient beings have bodies formed by karma. The reason why sentient beings have this physical form is the result of the karma they created in the past."

"The deaths of these two people were not caused by my hand, but by karma, a consequence of cause and effect."

"So, I recited a few words to send them off on their journey, so that they could leave with a little more peace of mind."

"If you're willing to leave, you won't bother me anymore."

"Tell me," Gao Zhan said cheerfully, looking at his sixth uncle, "isn't that the truth?"

Uncle Liu listened, but to be honest, he didn't understand a word, though he still pretended to. He craned his neck and nodded, "I understand, I understand."

Seeing his sixth uncle's expression, Gao Zhan knew that he knew nothing at all.

But it doesn't matter, he's just saying this for fun.

After saying this, he changed his hand gesture, saying, "Life and death are predestined, and gatherings and separations are inevitable. This is true today, and it will be true tomorrow as well."

"It's not me who ruined you, it's this chaotic world that ruined you."

The car continued driving, not knowing where it was going. Gao Zhan had come to seek refuge with his uncle, and he would follow wherever his sixth uncle went.

They finally arrived at their destination, a large iron gate, when the stone slabs beneath their wheels turned into asphalt and the road widened.

Two men in gray clothes stood at the dark iron gate. Upon seeing the truck's license plate, they unlatched the gate, and the truck drove straight in without stopping.

The interior was bright and spacious, with a flat brick floor covering several acres. Several Western-style buildings were scattered among them, the tallest of which was three stories high with beige walls, arched windows, and lights shining from inside – a classic Western-style design.

Three cars, their black paint gleaming, were parked in front of the building. The truck drove around to the side garage and parked. Uncle Liu jumped out and dusted off his clothes.

He pointed to the largest and brightest building: "Master Tang's residence."

As he walked, he began to introduce Master Tang's businesses to Gao Zhan.

Mr. Tang's two biggest businesses in Jiangdong Jiezhen were the dock warehouse and the Xianle Palace on Pujiang Road.

The docks managed the inbound and outbound cargo, while Xianle Palace managed the inbound and outbound passenger cargo. Gao Zhan walked beside him, silent and without asking any questions.

Upon reaching the top of the steps, the gate was wide open, and a cool breeze wafted out, carrying a pleasant fragrance.

Gao Zhan looked around and saw crystal chandeliers, carved railings, and landscape paintings in gold frames.

It was indeed incredibly extravagant. Although it came from the 21st century, Gao Zhan was just an ordinary person from an ordinary family, and had never seen anything like it before.

What we see in movies, TV shows, and games online is quite different from the feeling we get in real life.

He looked left, right, up, and down, just like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Uncle Liu walked ahead of him, and when he turned around and saw Gao Zhan's appearance, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

He coughed and patted Gao Zhan on the back: "Don't act like a country bumpkin, keep your eyes open."

Gao Zhan did stop turning his head, but his eyes were still darting around.

However, Uncle Liu didn't say anything more to him. He just led the way, saying, "Work hard with your Uncle Liu. Pucheng is a big city. You're a capable young man. You'll definitely make a name for yourself in the future. I'll be counting on you in the future."

Gao Zhan didn't respond, but followed behind.

Once you get to the second floor, the corridor is covered with thick carpets, and the sound of footsteps is completely swallowed up.

Uncle Liu stopped in front of a door at the end of the road. The door was closed, and he could vaguely hear voices coming from inside.

Uncle Liu stopped, turned to the side and made a gesture to Gao Zhan, then moved a little further away and leaned against the wall.

He took out the cigarette case, glanced at it, and then put it back.

Gao Zhan stood beside him, standing with him, and neither of them spoke.

Looking at the crystal chandelier overhead for a while, Gao Zhan sighed, "Damn, it's so good to be rich."

Hearing his words, Sixth Uncle scoffed, "Rich? What do you call being rich?"

"In this Dapu City, just pick any place. If the master says this place belongs to the Tang family, then it belongs to the Tang family!"

"How much money goes in and out of the Tang mansion every day? Tsk tsk..." He clicked his tongue twice. "I can't count it!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Gao Zhan, "You saw what happened today, right?"

"Those are all masters who have trained for more than ten years. They train hard in the coldest winter and hottest summer, so they have strong blood and qi and are extremely brave. They are all first-class heroes."

He made a gesture, "But what? This little thing." He pointed to the approximate shape of a pistol, "and the thing that comes out of it can make more than ten years of hard work vanish."

Uncle Liu sighed.

Gao Zhan looked at the lights above his head and said, "That's because they're too weak."

"Even with guns, they weren't as fast as me. So, they died."

As Uncle Liu listened, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

It sounded like a sigh, yet also like a laugh. Finally, he shook his head: "After practicing martial arts for half my life, the most useful skill in the end is actually being able to draw my spear quickly."

Without saying anything more, Uncle Liu turned his head and looked at the closed door at the end of the corridor.