Chapter 737: If This Monk Begs You, I Am a Dog.

The weather has changed, completely changed.

When Hong Jingtian admitted his defeat, the sky itself seemed to change.

“Haha!”

Lin Fan laughed loudly. Dominating a region was indeed swift. However, he wouldn’t stay in this guardian land for long, as he still needed to continue improving his strength to kill the ancient clan members.

“You’re not bad either, Hong Jingtian. Being the first to withstand so many attacks from this Emperor, you should be proud,” Lin Fan said consolingly.

However, these words sounded so grating to Hong Jingtian’s ears.

What does it mean to be proud enough? Do you think I, Hong Jingtian, am someone so easy to deal with?

However, given the current situation, Hong Jingtian dared not say much anymore.

Lin Fan’s fists had already filled him with dread. Each punch caused blood to burst forth—how could someone actually fight like this?

A few days later.

“Master, why have you been so gloomy lately?” the Buddha asked, looking at Lin Fan with curiosity.

Lin Fan looked at the bald donkey and said, “Bald donkey, I’ve been feeling uneasy lately, as if something is going to happen. I want to go out and have a look.”

“Then I, the poor monk…”

“You should stay here. At the very least, someone from the rebel army needs to be present,” said Lin Fan.

“Master, you wouldn’t be trying to get rid of me, would you?” Buddha Zunzhe said suspiciously. Ever since Lin Fan had struck him in the chest, leaving him in this state, Buddha Zunzhe’s heart had been filled with immense pain.

However, as time passed, he gradually stopped thinking about these things, as if he had become accustomed to them.

“How could that be? I, Lin Fan, am a responsible person. If I was the one who did it, I will definitely help you restore it,” said Lin Fan.

“Oh, by the way, I’ve made significant progress in my martial arts recently. Maybe I can help you return to your original form.”

Upon hearing this, Venerable Sakyamuni immediately felt delighted and asked, “Is that true, lay donor?”

Upon hearing these words, Venerable Sakyamuni was naturally overjoyed. However, suddenly realizing something, he responded, “Donor, you should really explain exactly how to proceed, otherwise I will remain uneasy.”

“It’s simple, just let me throw a few more punches. If I land one directly on you, it should restore things back to normal. Don’t look at me like that—I’ve done experiments before, and I’m very confident about this,” Lin Fan said, feeling somewhat indignant upon seeing the bald monk’s doubtful gaze.

If it weren’t for the deep friendship I have for you, I would’ve stopped caring about you long ago.

Now look at this, you don’t even believe Young Master anymore. This is blatant distrust towards me!

“Cough cough, Master, I absolutely believe you, but after thinking about it, I think I’ll wait. I’ll give it a try only when you’re one hundred percent sure.”

When the Buddha thought of what Lin Fan had said, he was so enraged that he shattered something, causing his whole body to tremble.

This is quite terrifying.

“When are you planning to leave, Master Lin?” asked the Buddha.

Lin Fan hesitated for a moment. “We should leave tomorrow. Ever since I arrived at this guarded land, my heart has been pounding restlessly. Deep down, I have a feeling that urges me to get away from here.”

The Venerable Sakyamuni looked at Lin Fan and then nodded. “Everything is destined by fate. Since the layman can feel this sensation, it is only natural to follow the path destined for you. Forcibly remaining here may lead to unforeseen changes.”

“En.” Lin Fan nodded. Although he did not cultivate in Buddhism, he still understood this principle.

Vroom!

“Benefactor, this is the cultivation technique of ‘The Method of Salvation,’ I present it to you.” With a gentle lift of his finger, the Venerable Shakyamuni released a radiant golden “卍” symbol, which floated gracefully into the air.

The vast Buddha nature overwhelms the senses, with visions of the Buddha, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and other divine figures encircling the sacred “Swastika.”

“Bald donkey, why are you being so generous all of a sudden?” Lin Fan had been eagerly anticipating “The Art of Redemption” for a long time. He never expected that just as he was about to leave, this bald monk would actually offer it to him voluntarily.

“Esteemed benefactor, this humble monk believes you are insulting me. I have always been known for my generosity. Since you doubt me, I shall take it back.”

“Master, I believe you are insulting this humble monk. I have always been known for my generosity. Since you doubt me, I will take it back.”

“Oh, oh, what are you doing? I was just kidding around,” Lin Fan said. How could he let the “Art of Crossing Over” just fly away like that? Naturally, he accepted it without hesitation.

Lin Fan needed the “Art of Conversion” to discipline the Thunder King, and he himself required it even more.

Lin Fan was still thinking about advancing the “Art of Crossing Over” to its ultimate version. That would be absolutely awesome.

“It’s just a pity that this ‘Great Ferrying Buddha Light’ was lost; otherwise, all things under heaven could have been transformed and enlightened,” said the venerable Buddha with regret.

Lin Fan smiled faintly and absorbed the golden “卍” into his body. Suddenly, the Thunder Discipline Arcane King roared fiercely.

“This is the ‘Art of Transcendence.’ As long as I can cultivate it to its peak, this Dharma King will become the Buddha of Enlightenment.”

The Thunderous Discipline of the Dharma King surged forward with an insatiable hunger, eager to devour the “卍” symbol. Yet, in an instant, it was repelled by Lin Fan, held at bay.

“Master, will you give it to me, please?” pleaded the Thunder Discipline King with a pitiful expression.

“Wait a moment, I’ll give it to you later.”

Lin Fan naturally couldn’t allow the Thunder Cultivation King to swallow him; otherwise, what would become of himself?

If the “Art of Crossing Over” is already this powerful, then how incredible would the “Great Crossing Over Buddha Light” be!

“With my divine wisdom, I can perceive the ‘Great Crossing Buddha Light’ from this ‘Art of Crossing’ cultivation technique,” Lin Fan said confidently.

“Blow, keep blowing. Can’t you show a little shame?” Buddha Zunzhe said doubtfully.

“Haha, bald monk, when this Emperor finishes comprehending the ‘Great Buddha Transformation Radiance,’ don’t come begging to me,” Lin Fan said with a smile.

“Absolutely impossible! If I were to beg you, I’d be a dog,” said the Buddha, shaking his head decisively.

It was late at night.

Lin Fan got rid of the bald monk with just one sentence: “Men and women must be treated differently.”

Sakyamuni looked at the bright moon in the night sky, feeling a surge of poetic inspiration. However, he found himself at a loss, unable to come up with anything at the moment.

“Oh, Lin Fan has mainly left,” sighed Buddha Zunzhe, a trace of reluctance in his eyes. But in an instant, he smiled.

“Venerable is the deputy leader of the rebel army, but if Layman Lin leaves, wouldn’t Venerable become the top leader? That’s right, that’s right! This is what makes life meaningful.”

Sakyamuni walked toward his room, his mind filled with visions of the future where he would command a hundred responses with a single call, and countless followers would rally around him.

This scene lingered in the mind of Buddha Sakyamuni for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

The next day!

Lin Fan left quietly.

However, to put it in the words of Buddha, the team leader is currently in retreat for cultivation and won’t come out for at least eighty to a hundred years.

Lin Fan was the backbone of the rebel army. If they found out their leader had left, no one could predict what chaos might ensue.

Especially other smaller squads, who might mercilessly mock the rebel army; therefore, Lin Fan would absolutely never allow such a thing to happen.