Chapter 47: Life or Death Regardless-Você disse que me daria um divórcio digno, mas depois de se divorciar se arrependeu(Uma noite tão bela, por quê...)

Chen Fan looked down indifferently at the monk Jiran, who was yearning for death.

"Why did you kill Wang Hao?"

Instead of making a move immediately, Chen Fan asked calmly.

"To kill is to kill." Jiran kept his eyes closed.

"Very well. If you refuse to speak, I will scatter your soul and destroy your senior brother's golden body."

Chen Fan shrugged indifferently and said, "You know I always keep my word."

Jiran trembled all over. He slowly opened his eyes, a trace of sorrow lingering in the depths of his gaze.

"As expected of the Immortal Slaying Sect..."

Jiran said in a deep voice, "I killed him because he wanted to seek atonement."

"Atonement?" Chen Fan looked puzzled.

"He longed for redemption, so I offered him a way to attain it."

Seeing Chen Fan's growing confusion, Jiran explained:

"Long ago, even before the Fu Group building was erected, there was a small temple here. My senior brother grew up in it, and later traveled far to White Horse Temple to become a monk."

"My senior brother was naturally gifted with extraordinary comprehension. The abbot said he was the youngest Buddha in a century."

"Later, after completing his studies, my senior brother decided to revisit his old haunts. He came to see the small temple that had accompanied his growth, only to find that it had long been razed to the ground to make way for a high-rise building."

"And once my senior brother achieved enlightenment, he realized that the feng shui of this land had exhausted its fortune just to nurture him, turning it into a sealed trap."

"With him stepping out of it, this land could never produce another talent..."

Jiran paused, fighting back his emotions to stop his body from trembling. He continued in a deep voice, "My senior brother felt guilty, so he intended to offer a blessing when the Fu Group building was constructed."

"However, my senior brother was already entangled in the fate of this land. That night, he ran into Wang Hao and the others, and they murdered him..."

"My senior brother did not resist. He could easily have killed Wang Hao and the others, but he did not make a move! He felt this was his karmic debt..."

Hearing this, Chen Fan could not help but feel a bit surprised.

Looking at Jiran's physiognomy, he knew Jiran was not lying.

Jiran's senior brother had walked out of this land, only to return and feel a deep sense of guilt toward it.

Therefore, he was willing to let this fortune return to Qingcheng...

"Wang Hao and the others killed a Buddha..."

There were no excessive emotions in Jiran's voice, only the desolation born of grief.

"And fused my senior brother... into this building."

"My senior brother is this Fu Group building, and scattered fragments of his bones lie within it."

"They brutally murdered my senior brother, and day after day, they could not escape psychological torture; they were consumed by guilt!"

"That is why they turned to doing good deeds! This, too, was my senior brother's wish—to use his own life to trade for the benevolence of a few mortals..."

"Aside from Wang Hao, the others spent their remaining years doing good deeds before passing away from illness."

Jiran's tone gradually grew calm as he said, "I told Wang Hao that I had come to find my senior brother's remains."

"And he told me that he could not sleep every night, that he had donated all his money to orphanages, never married or had children, and never dared to do a single bad thing."

"He was afraid that my senior brother would appear in his dreams again, and he begged me... to grant him release."

"A monk exercises compassion. This poor monk... committed the sin of killing at another's request."

"Member of the Immortal Slaying Sect, tell me, is this poor monk in the wrong?"

Chen Fan fell silent. He said nothing, nor did he wish to refute anything.

Wang Hao wanted to die, so Jiran gave him a death that allowed him to make his final contribution.

"Right and wrong, when all is said and done, are just like the wind and the clouds."

"They can be as refreshing as a gentle breeze, or as destructive as a hurricane."

At the entrance of the basement, a man in casual wear pushed up his sunglasses, cupped his fists, and smiled, "I am Daoist Fengyun."

"The Special Investigation Bureau."

Yu Yu added, "We are from the Special Investigation Bureau. Rights, wrongs, justice, and fairness are not for you to judge."

The man with the peach-wood sword had already drawn the sword from his back, preparing to enter battle immediately.

"The Special Investigation Bureau..." Jiran frowned slightly.

Without even glancing at them, Chen Fan said calmly to Jiran, "You may collect your senior brother's golden bones and leave."

"New fortune has been born in this place; it is no longer a sealed trap."

"Are you... truly willing to let me go?" Jiran looked at Chen Fan in disbelief.

Before Chen Fan could reply, Yu Yu frowned and scolded, "Until the truth of the matter is investigated, none of you are leaving!"

Chen Fan turned slightly, his indifferent gaze sweeping across the three of them. "I said, he may leave."

"Besides, you aren't really trying to stop him. You are in no position to meddle in the grievances of White Horse Temple."

"If you want to target me, why not just say it directly?"

The peach-wood sword man's expression turned gloomy. He picked up a cinnabar talisman and wiped it along the blade of his peach-wood sword.

With every stroke, the cinnabar adhered to the wooden blade, flashing with faint electrical arcs.

Beneath his sunglasses, Daoist Fengyun's eyes burned with fanaticism.

Yu Yu said in a deep voice, "Leader Chen, things are not as you think."

"Heretical cultivators must be purged, and feng shui masters must be regulated."

"So, Leader Chen, you must tell me—are you a heretical cultivator... or a feng shui master?"

Chen Fan only chuckled softly. "I agree with one saying: excessive freedom breeds chaos. But... a feng shui master is already within the rules of heaven and earth. Why is there a need for regulation?"

Yu Yu frowned. "Can the rules of heaven and earth stop a feng shui master from straying onto the wrong path and becoming a heretical cultivator?"

"Then let me tell you, I am a heretical cultivator." Chen Fan shrugged indifferently.

Seeing that Yu Yu was about to persuade him further, Daoist Fengyun pressed down on Yu Yu's shoulder.

A hint of arrogance played on Daoist Fengyun's face as he smiled, "Leader Chen, when you claimed the crown a few years ago, I didn't get the chance to cross swords with you."

"Today, I would like to see just how capable you truly are."

"Of course..."

Daoist Fengyun paused, smiling faintly, "Since Leader Chen admits to being a heretical cultivator, our battle today will be fought regardless of life or death."

As his voice trailed off, the peach-wood sword left the hand of the swordsman, taking the lead as it pierced straight toward the center of Chen Fan's brow!