Chapter 46 Kill Me
The monk, who had been sitting cross-legged, slowly stood up.
"This poor monk's Dharma name is Jiran. I am here solely to retrieve my senior brother's golden body."
"I have no desire to provoke trouble or entanglements of karma."
He brought his palms together in front of Chen Fan and bowed respectfully.
Chen Fan shook his head slightly—hypocritical.
This was precisely why he disliked most bald donkeys.
Clearly, this monk had killed Wang Hao, yet he had the audacity to utter such hypocritical words about wishing to avoid trouble.
"Does the benefactor not believe me?"
Monk Jiran gave a faint, calm smile. "If this poor monk had come looking for trouble, not a single brick of this grand building would be left standing."
"The Heart-Telepathy Art?" Chen Fan frowned.
"Indeed." Jiran nodded slightly.
Chen Fan couldn't help shaking his head. "Then why did you cultivate the Heart-Telepathy Art instead of the Vow of Silence?"
"When one lives in this world, whatever one wishes to say, one simply says it," Jiran replied with a light smile.
"Oh, then it seems you don't know how those bald donkeys who failed to practice the Vow of Silence met their ends."
Chen Fan's gaze instantly turned cold.
As a supreme Buddhist technique, the Heart-Telepathy Art was essentially no different from mind reading.
To truly master the Heart-Telepathy Art, one had to practice the Vow of Silence.
After all, knowing someone else's thoughts and actually speaking those thoughts aloud were two entirely different matters.
Especially when dealing with certain ancient monsters; if they knew you had cultivated the Heart-Telepathy Art, as long as you kept your mouth shut, they would pretend you didn't know it.
But if you dared to voice their thoughts aloud, the relentless pursuit by those ancient monsters would be no laughing matter.
Naturally, Chen Fan was no exception—who would ever willingly allow their mind to be read?
The calm expression on Monk Jiran's face suddenly shifted drastically.
He raised his hand and struck out toward Chen Fan first.
A Buddhist seal suddenly surged forward, seizing the initiative!
"Hah, and you still claim you aren't here to start trouble?" A mocking glint flashed across the depths of Chen Fan's eyes.
Wearing the Yao'an Iron Finger-Crest on his right hand, he clenched his fist and violently smashed it toward the incoming palm print.
The palm print, blazing with golden light, was instantly shattered by the force of the punch.
"The Immortal-Slaying Sect..."
Jiran's expression changed, and he immediately took two steps back.
"Benefactor, refusing to state your background is rather impolite."
"Impolite? So what?" Chen Fan raised an eyebrow. "Besides, didn't you just recognize it?"
Jiran frowned, but he no longer dared to launch a preemptive strike against Chen Fan.
At this moment, Chen Fan emptied his mind, raised his hand, and threw a punch toward Jiran from a distance.
"What..."
Jiran was startled, his reaction a beat too slow.
His Heart-Telepathy Art had somehow failed to read the thoughts in Chen Fan's mind, and naturally, he had failed to anticipate this sudden punch hurled from afar!
Jiran scrambled to dodge in a panic, but this very dodge caused the punch's energy to slam directly into the small shrine behind him.
The small shrine instantly shattered, flying bricks and broken tiles scattering everywhere!
"Senior Brother!"
Jiran cried out in alarm, then flung his arms wide, his expression fierce like an enraged Vajra.
"So what if you are from the Immortal-Slaying Sect! You can slaughter immortals and gods, and I, Jiran, can do the same!"
With a low roar, Jiran's fists were wreathed in golden Sanskrit characters!
The Sanskrit symbols then sank into his body, and Jiran instantly transformed into a glowing, miniature golden figure.
"The Vajra Strength Scripture, nearing perfection. Somewhat interesting." Chen Fan raised an eyebrow.
Jiran charged fiercely toward Chen Fan like a cannonball!
In the blink of an eye, Jiran was right in front of Chen Fan.
Chen Fan remained completely unfazed as he raised his fist and struck at Jiran.
His right fist, encased in the Yao'an Iron Finger-Crest, landed squarely on Jiran's bald head.
"Boom!"
The tremendous impact caused the luxury cars in the garage to lift several centimeters into the air.
Jiran staggered back a few steps, shaking his head frantically.
He was still bathed in a golden glow, staring at Chen Fan with the fierce glare of an angry Vajra.
"Are you made of iron?" Chen Fan shook his hand, unable to suppress a sigh.
That punch of his could have pierced straight through actual iron.
Not to mention that he was wearing the Yao'an Iron Finger-Crest; this purely physical attack alone was enough to crush an opponent's soul-body.
If that punch had landed on a weaker feng shui master, forget about the skull, even their soul would have been blasted into oblivion.
Jiran stood in place, shaking his head dizzily, clearly disoriented by the blow.
"I..."
"Must... bring back Senior Brother's golden body. I must take Senior Brother..."
"Home!"
Jiran stammered, murmuring as he violently brought his palms together.
A brilliant Buddhist light erupted around his body, and the lightbulbs on the ceiling of the garage shattered one after another.
Sanskrit characters materialized behind him.
A giant, eyes-closed Buddha materialized, towering behind Jiran!
Jiran slowly separated his hands, his left hand gently pushing forward.
That towering Buddha, blazing with divine light, similarly unleashed a massive palm strike!
"Three thousand karmic causes and conditions..."
"The unconditioned Vajra seeks only the clearing of mortal grudges!"
"Suppress!"
"Kill!"
"Obliterate!"
The radiant Buddhist light illuminated the entire underground garage.
Chen Fan stood his ground, feeling a profound inner peace wash over him—a sense of purification so pure that he felt almost willing to welcome death.
"Bald donkey..."
Chen Fan murmured to himself, "You really are disgusting."
A surging wave of righteous energy welled up from deep within him, transforming into a golden dragon that lunged forward to tear into the eyes-closed Buddha.
The seemingly indestructible and peerless hand of Buddhist light shattered inch by inch the moment it collided with the golden dragon!
The eyes-closed Buddha suddenly snapped its eyes open, clearly enraged.
It flared with anger in a fleeting burst of fury.
The golden dragon of righteous energy slammed directly into it, blasting it into nothingness!
"Puff!"
The golden glow faded from Jiran's body, his complexion turning deathly pale as he violently vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.
His body swayed unsteadily, as if a gust of wind could blow him over the next second.
"Senior Brother's... Buddha golden body... actually..."
"Lost!"
Jiran stammered, finally unable to hold on any longer, and collapsed heavily onto his knees.
"So when you took that punch from me earlier, you were just putting on a brave face." Chen Fan sighed with emotion.
He had been wondering how Jiran could possibly have been completely fine after taking that hit.
Turns out, that punch had simply triggered a brief flash of final vitality before the end.
"Senior Brother..."
Jiran watched Chen Fan approach step by step, murmuring with lifeless eyes, "It is this junior brother's incompetence. I could not bring your golden body back..."
"Could not bring you back to White Horse Temple..."
"However, junior brother has avenged you."
He raised his head, silently closed his eyes, and put on an expression of complete detachment from life and death.
"Kill me."