317: Chapter 316 Encountering Buddhist Disciples: Lay Down the Butcher's Knife?

After eating and drinking his fill, and packing away several thousand jin of roast meat, Lin Feng took Nezha and Fugui, riding a demonic wolf mount he had just subdued using "Virtue" (his fists), and continued deeper into the Secret Realm.

The further they went, the more unstable the surrounding space became. From time to time, cracks in the Void Realm would streak across like black lightning, devouring everything in their path.

However, in contrast, they encountered more and more treasures.

Whether it was ten-thousand-year-old Spiritual Plants or fragments of broken Immortal Artifacts, Fugui was like a mouse that had fallen into a rice bin. It squeaked incessantly along the way, its little paws digging rapidly, its cheeks stuffed full.

Just as they had crested a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist...

Suddenly, golden light erupted ahead, accompanied by the sounds of chanting and even the omen of heavenly flowers falling.

A young monk wearing a brocade kasaya and holding a purple-gold alms bowl was sitting cross-legged on a giant rock, blocking their path.

This monk had a benevolent appearance, red lips and white teeth, and nine golden wheels of Karma floated behind his head, radiating an aura of compassion and salvation for all living beings. Around him, several originally ferocious Yao Beasts were actually lying on the ground, listening to him chant with peaceful expressions, as if they had been brainwashed.

"Amitabha."

The monk seemed to sense the arrival of Lin Feng's group, slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as clear as water, and pressed his palms together. "Benefactor, please stay your steps."

Lin Feng reined in his demonic wolf, looking at this monk who came with his own "light bulb" special effects with interest. "Yo, who is this? Not sleeping in the middle of the night and cosplaying as the Buddha here? What can I do for you?"

"This poor monk is a Buddhist Disciple from the Western Heaven Buddhist Realm, with the dharma name 'Juexin'."

Monk Juexin's gaze fell on Lin Feng, his brows furrowing slightly as he displayed an expression of deep distress, as if he had seen some heinous sin. "This poor monk observes that Benefactor's body is surging with Evil Qi and bound by Karma, like black clouds pressing down on a city. Clearly, you have committed boundless slaughter. If you do not turn back in time, I fear you will fall into the Hell of Avici, suffer the torment of the oil cauldron for ten thousand eons, and never be reincarnated."

"Oh?"

Lin Feng laughed, jumped off the wolf's back, and straightened his collar. "So, according to Great Master's profound opinion, what should I do to avoid being deep-fried?"

"It is simple."

Juexin said with a sacred expression, his voice carrying a certain bewitching magic. "Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

"As long as Benefactor is willing to hand over all the ill-gotten gains on your person, dissipate this evil Demonic Technique, and follow this poor monk back to the Small Leiyin Temple in the Western Heaven to face the wall and reflect for five hundred years, copying scriptures daily to atone for your sins. The Buddha is compassionate and will surely cleanse your sins and grant you a new life."

Nezha picked his ear from behind, looking impatient, and muttered in a low voice: "Boss, what kind of nonsense is this bald donkey spouting? Should I poke him with my spear? Let's see if he can become a Buddha on the spot."

Lin Feng waved his hand, signaling Nezha not to be impatient.

He walked up to Juexin and asked earnestly: "Great Master, you just said that as long as I lay down the butcher's knife, I can become a Buddha?"

"Exactly." Juexin nodded. "The sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and you are at the shore."

"Alright then."

Lin Feng suddenly pulled a butcher's knife he had just used to cut meat from his storage ring and slammed it into the ground in front of him.

"I've put it down now. Does that mean I'm a Buddha?"

Juexin was stunned, clearly not expecting Lin Feng to pull this move. "Benefactor, this... The 'butcher's knife' this poor monk speaks of is the evil thoughts in one's heart, greed, anger, and ignorance, not this Mortal iron..."

"Then why are you spouting nonsense?"

Lin Feng rolled his eyes and interrupted him directly. "I'm just wondering, do you monks have holes in your brains? When I kill bad guys, it's evil, but when bad guys lay down their butcher's knife, they become Buddhas. Does that mean good people are meant to have guns pointed at them? Do bad guys have special privileges? You can kill people your whole life, and then just apologize at the end to get a green card?"

"Is this what you call—the final interpretation rights belong to you?"

Juexin's expression darkened, and the compassion in his eyes faded slightly. "Benefactor, do not quibble or use sophistry to disturb your heart. You robbed the Heavenly Court Disciples in the forest earlier, stripped their clothes, and humiliated your peers. This is evil! This is demonic!"

"They robbed me first; I just robbed them back. This is called self-defense, called the cycle of Karma." Lin Feng spread his hands. "Besides, I left them their underwear; that is the greatest compassion. If it were someone else, I would have skinned them to make lanterns. If I don't count as a Buddha, who does?"

"Stubborn and unrepentant! Deeply rooted in demonic ways!"

Two beams of golden light shot from Juexin's eyes, his anger erupting. "Since Benefactor is obsessed and refuses to repent, this poor monk can only use the Vajra-eye method to forcibly convert you! This is for your own good!"

"Great Luo Dharma Spell! Great Mighty Dragon! World-Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna All Buddhas!"

Juexin stood up abruptly, his kasaya flapping without wind. The purple-gold alms bowl in his hand flew out, expanding in the wind, transforming into a golden mountain engraved with scriptures, carrying a terrifying Buddhist light that Seal everything, suppressing Lin Feng from above!

"Convert me? Who do you think you are!"

Lin Feng sneered. He didn't even use the System's boost, nor did he bring out any Magic Treasure.

He simply dug his feet into the ground, aligned his waist and horse stance, and clenched his fist.

The power of having a Physical Body sanctified erupted at this moment.

"Shatter for me!!"

He threw a punch!

The space seemed to distort under this punch, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

Boom—!

The pure golden fist print, like a shooting star chasing the moon, slammed heavily into the purple-gold alms bowl.

Crack!

A crisp shattering sound rang out.

That High Grade Immortal Artifact bestowed by the Western Heaven Buddhist Realm was actually beaten into a shocking crack by Lin Feng's punch, and then it exploded, turning into golden dust that filled the sky!

"Pfft!"

With his Lifebound Treasure damaged, Juexin suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood. His face was full of disbelief, his eyeballs almost popping out.

"How is this possible?! Your Physical Body... how can this possibly be a Mortal body?! Could you be an ancient Arhat Reincarnation?!"

"Reincarnate your grandfather! I am all-natural!"

Lin Feng took a step, using Earth-Shrinking Step, appearing instantly in front of Juexin, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up like a chick.

"Didn't you say you wanted to convert me just now? Come on, keep chanting! Let's see if your mouth is harder, or if my fist is harder!"

Bang!

Lin Feng punched Juexin on his bald head.

"This punch is called physical conversion!"

Juexin screamed, and a large bump instantly swelled up on his forehead.

Bang!

"This punch is called 'If I do not enter Hell, who will?'"

Another large bump, symmetrical on the left and right.

Bang!

"This punch is for the Yao Beasts you fooled earlier! They were perfectly fine Yao Beasts, and you made them stupid with your chanting!"

In just a few seconds.

Juexin's originally smooth, reflective head was covered in bumps beaten out by Lin Feng, red, swollen, and shiny, layer upon layer. At first glance, it was 90% similar to the hairstyle with the "ushnisha" that the Buddha had.

"Stop hitting! Stop hitting! This poor monk surrenders! This poor monk truly surrenders!"

Juexin was beaten until he saw stars, bruised and swollen, crying and wailing. Where was there any trace of a high monk? He was even more pathetic than a street rascal.

Lin Feng let go, and Juexin collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, covering the bumps on his head with both hands, shivering and looking at Lin Feng with teary eyes.

Lin Feng squatted down, patted his swollen cheek, and asked with a smile:

"Great Master, how do you feel now? Did your Buddha come to save you?"

"No... no..." Juexin said with a crying tone, "Buddha... Buddha might be taking a nap."

"That's right."

Lin Feng stood up, took a comb from his bosom, and gestured over Juexin's head. "Look, isn't my 'Master Tony' craftsmanship pretty good? I gave you the latest 'Buddha-style hairstyle', no charge, a gift for you."

"Thank you... thank you, Benefactor..." Juexin was crying without tears.

"Since you're thankful, show some sincerity." Lin Feng reached out. "Hand over the things on you; consider it the haircut fee and compensation for mental distress."

Juexin dared not resist. Tearfully, he took off the brocade kasaya, Buddhist beads, spatial ring, and even his monk shoes, leaving only a set of white monk robes.

"Get lost."

Watching Juexin's rolling and crawling, stumbling back, Nezha gave a thumbs up, looking adoring:

"Boss, high! Really high! I think his current hairstyle has more Buddhist nature than before! This is the true Great Master!"

"That's a must, this is the power of 'physical' (physics) logic."

Lin Feng put away the spoils and cast his gaze into the distance. There, a heart-palpitating medicinal fragrance was rising into the sky.

"Let's go, there's big movement ahead. The main course is about to be served."