287: Chapter 287 Calm Down, the Truth

Jingyan had cultivated in Bodhi Zen Monastery for forty years and had seen plenty of great storms.

This was the first time he had heard someone say "Come with me on a trip" so... casually.

He glanced at the other person.

Young, with no detectable Aura, he had broken into the monastery at night and casually shattered his probe.

Put together, someone who could achieve this level was definitely not an ordinary Martial Artist.

It seemed there was going to be a fierce battle tonight.

Jingyan tightened his grip on his Zen staff and took a deep breath,

"Since Your Excellency broke in, you must be confident."

"Since that is the case, why not see first if you truly have the qualifications to make me accompany you."

With those words, he stopped talking nonsense.

The energy of the Return to Truth Realm suddenly burst outward, as heavy as a mountain and as steady as a bell,

pressing down the night air of the entire courtyard by three tenths.

The white mist slightly trembled within that energy, retreating outward in a circle.

Faint golden patterns faintly emerged on the ground, spreading out from under his feet like a lotus platform, a Zen diagram, or as if something was slowly floating up from beneath the earth.

Jingyan's eyes were slightly closed, his Zen staff held horizontally across his chest, and he silently chanted scriptures.

That energy slowly condensed in front of him, gathering thicker and sinking deeper.

A small Buddha statue slowly formed behind him.

It was only about a foot tall, sparkling with golden light, sitting upright upon that patch of floating light, with an outrageously heavy Aura,

as if it were not a mere mental image, but the weight of some great mountain compressed into this square foot of space.

This was Bodhi Zen Monastery's ultimate martial art.

"Vajra Single Thought Form"!

Condensing a Martial Artist's lifelong Zen intent and Internal Energy into a single point, he had studied this martial art for over twenty years and could be said to know it by heart.

He opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as an ancient pool, and looked at the figure opposite him.

"Your Excellency, please."

In the white mist, Chen Ran stood, raising his head to look at the small Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue sparkled with golden light, and its energy was heavy as it pressed toward him.

That weight felt real, like a large bell hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment.

In terms of power and Aura alone, it was indeed several times stronger than some ordinary loose practitioners of the Return to Truth Realm.

This was the importance of a martial arts School.

Cultivating within a top martial arts faction, the grade of the martial arts practiced since childhood surpassed ordinary Martial Artists by several times.

Chen Ran felt the substantial sense of suppression ahead and whispered inwardly:

"This is truly somewhat unexpected. Master Xuandu should have even stronger martial arts on him..."

Jingyan instinctively felt that something was wrong.

The other party's expression did not look like he was subdued by the Aura at all; instead, was he smiling?

He hadn't had time to continue this thought.

Then he saw the figure in front quietly move.

Without any warning, the person's entire body suddenly turned into a streamlined afterimage and rushed forward, his steps resembling a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey.

The wave of air driven by this momentum slammed fiercely forward, causing Jingyan to instinctively take half a step back.

Then white light erupted.

Boom!

That blade radiance carved a clear force through the white mist, and the air wave swept two wide gaps through the mist on the ground, producing a low sound of breaking wind.

Jingyan was greatly startled, driving all his strength to meet it with the Vajra Single Thought Form.

The moment the Buddha image made contact, with a cracking sound, its entire body was covered in spiderweb-like cracks, and then it shattered to both sides.

The golden light shattered, dispersing bit by bit, as if someone had pinched out a lamp in the darkness.

The golden light spots drifted and fell in all directions, instantly extinguishing and vanishing into the Void Realm.

That small Buddha statue was just like that, gone.

Jingyan stood in place with his Zen staff still raised, dumbfounded.

"This... how is this possible?!"

In a lifetime of Cultivation and over a hundred actions, this was the first time he had witnessed Damo Hall's top-tier martial art being shattered by someone with a single strike of a blade.

The white mist, the blade light, the scattered golden spots—under the sky full of golden light, the figure of the man in the bamboo hat became even clearer.

That scene before his eyes was clearly carved into his heart at that moment.

Chen Ran retracted his stance and stood still.

He flipped his wrist, and the blade edge gently turned sideways, the flat of the blade pressing against the side of the other's neck, stopping steadily.

The sharp blade edge was less than an inch away from the skin, yet it did not cut down.

It was held right there, and the chill of the blade back pressing against the skin was several degrees cooler than the night wind.

Jingyan could not move.

The Aura of death silently enveloped the side of his neck, pressing down so hard that the hairs on his back stood on end.

He knew that if the person opposite him had wanted to kill him, he would already be dead.

For the first time in forty years, he felt this thorough, irresistible sense of suffocation.

Chen Ran looked down at him.

"Now, can we calm down and chat for a few sentences?"

Jingyan: "..."

He was silent for a good while.

He originally wanted to check the surrounding situation, but the commotion of their fight seemed to be trapped within this courtyard, completely unnoticed by anyone.

Jingyan let out a long breath.

"What do you want to ask?"

"As for Master Xuandu's case, what actually happened back then?"