Chapter 472

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Chapter 472: Rewarding Oneself With an Exhilarating Fight!

Even the most reasonable monk without strength would have been eaten clean in this land long ago.

Thieves cannot be convinced by Buddhist teachings. Actions speak louder than words. Confucius had already stated this simple and straightforward truth.

Bai Wei didn’t know much about the monks of the Ming Country. The Confucian, Buddhist, Taoist, and Martial arts are the main branches in the East. As one of the major religions, Buddhism has its own strengths, but there are not many like Yuan Zhen who emphasize the cultivation of the mind and becoming a Buddha.

Most of Buddhism is about believing in and worshiping Buddha, seeking spiritual comfort. It’s similar to believing in God, creating a powerful deity to help solve problems and troubles. It’s asking for the divine power.

The funniest thing is… it actually worked.

At least the divine power of the Supreme Will exists for real.

It’s unclear whether Buddha’s power in the teachings works or not, but the immortals ascending to the Baiyu Jing temple all have it. Borrowing the power of our ancestors is the basic practice commonly used in Taoism. It’s called "invoking gods."

So, monks like Yuan Zhen are actually different. They don’t worship Buddha, but seek enlightenment on their own.

But Bai Wei thinks highly of these monks. Their practice focuses on cultivating the mind and they earn their own living, living a honest life. They also contribute to society without needing any additional beliefs. They rely on their own initiative.

The only downside is that he came to give trouble to himself.

At first sight, it’s easy to see that the muscle-bound monk’s appearance is too outstanding. It’s rare to find someone else like him.

Bai Wei asked, "I heard you’re good at fighting."

Yuan Zhen thought for a moment, "I think so. Since I started studying martial arts, I haven’t lost a single fight."

Bai Wei said again, "But you killed many monsters here."

Yuan Zhen said angrily, "They deserved to die. They did so many bad things, especially to men and women, and I couldn’t bear to see it anymore…"

"Did you uproot a hanging willow?"

"No, I didn’t want to harm the flowers and plants."

"Are you concerned about that?"

"So, I uprooted a street lamp post."

"…"

"After using it, I put it back and even paid for the repair. It pained me to do so. Even when I help others, they may not appreciate it, and I have to spend my own money. The world is unfair, but it would be better in the Ming Country."

"Maybe, the Ming Country doesn’t allow people to be killed, but you have beaten many monsters to death here."

"There are a lot of monsters gathered, it’s better to get rid of them all at once. They also tried to ambush me, showing no remorse. They deserve to die." Yuan Zhen’s eyes widened, as he remembered something. His body trembled, and the street bricks seemed to ripple like waves, his eyes filled with anger.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I lost control. I have seen too many unbearable things. The world is in chaos like a boiling pot. I originally wanted to sharpen my knowledge of Buddhism, but it seems like this chaotic world has sharpened me instead."

Bai Wei said, "I can understand your desire to have a fight with me. In fact, I also want to test the power of the Buddha’s realm. But I still want to ask, why did you come to me? Buddhism doesn’t involve political rights, whether in the secular or spiritual world. It goes against Buddhist teachings."

Eunuchs cannot become emperors, and Buddhism should not involve itself in politics, otherwise it will lose its boundaries.

The reason why Buddhism cannot become a state religion is because it doesn’t thrive in times of chaos, while a state religion can conquer chaos and create a country with a combined political and religious system.

There is always a limit to how much we can respect Buddha.

Yuan Zhen opened his eyes and looked at Bai Wei with his clear black and white eyes. "My fight with Benefactor Bai is a martial arts contest. I enjoy the thrill of the hunt. As for how I feel about the Demon Kingdom princess… it’s a personal matter."

"Whose personal matter?"

The monk didn’t answer.

"Half-wall Yuan Tianjian," Bai Wei said, "It seems like a big deal."

"Actually, after thinking about it, maybe I fell under his spell. I don’t mind sacrificing myself, but I can’t bear to see others die because of me, it goes against the teachings of Buddhism," Yuan Zhen rambled, "For various reasons, I had no choice but to take Princess Bai Ze’s life. However, I’m too timid to do it myself. I originally planned to bring her to see Yuan Tianjian. Along the way, I would also fend off other assassins. As for the outcome, I haven’t thought about it."

Immediately, the big monk smiled and showed his teeth, "But after meeting Benefactor Bai and discussing Buddhism with him, I felt relieved. This trip has been long enough, and I should return to the Weishi Sect to visit my elders. I always felt that my journey in the martial world was not as free and enjoyable as I had hoped. Meeting Benefactor Bai, I wanted to seek his guidance and resolve any regrets before I return."

The yellow-robed Arhat rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sturdy body, and warmly and calmly said, "Come, Benefactor Bai, please don’t hesitate. Let’s have a battle."

Bai Wei glanced at the monk’s comprehensive level, which was close to breaking through to level forty-nine.

What is the level of the Buddhist tradition? Diamond? Arhat? Revered one? Bodhisattva?

Bai Wei said, "Well, I won’t accompany you in a fight, and I don’t think you’ll be obediently leaving… However, I hope you’ll make a bet with me. If I win, you have to tell me some things you know."

"I will tell you everything I know."

"Okay… then let’s go."

"Alright!" The big monk took a straightforward step forward, and with a plain punch, the air in the street was filled with powerful wind pressure.

Bai Wei stood firmly, his energy supporting the punch from a distance. Then, with a gentle twist of his wrist, he effortlessly lifted the weight of a thousand kilograms. His strength surged into the sky, and although there was nothing in the air, it felt like a dragon was flying by.

Yuan Zhen was overjoyed. There were actually quite a few experts in the Demon Kingdom, but most of them valued their lives and would never let a monk like him touch them easily. Occasionally, he would encounter some bully officials who mistreated men and women. He had injured and even killed quite a few of them. After finishing the fights, he would worry about retaliation against those men and women, so he would arrange for them to leave while staying behind himself to protect their retreat. After repeating this two or three times, he realized that there were fewer and fewer monsters to fight, and they had become smarter. As soon as they saw his monk’s robe, they would immediately run away.

Boring.

This world is already dark and cruel enough, they won’t even let me fight freely. Is there any point?

However, the teachings of the Yogacara school of Buddhism made it impossible for him to kill the villains who begged for mercy and called for Buddha’s help after losing their weapons. At most, he would give them a lesson and let them go.

Now that he encountered an opponent of equal strength, it was inevitable that he couldn’t hold back his strength. The previous punch was just a test, but now this punch was real.

The power of the Diamond Fist came crashing in, bursting out with a terrifying force that could stop a river with one arm and split a mountain with both arms. However, this terrifying power was once again dissipated.

It was not just removed, but moved aside with a gentle tap. At the same time, the opponent’s palm hit the shoulder like a spinning windmill.

Hmm?" Yuan Zhen wondered, "Is this the Pigua palm?

The big monk was even happier. A warrior who can summon a divine spirit from afar… turns out he’s also a martial artist? He thought the other person was a fairy.

"It’s my turn." Bai Wei’s previous palm strike was just a test. He casually picked up a green brick, held it in his palm, and it split into six small flying swords.

The big monk widened his eyes, "It’s swordsmanship? From Mount Shu?"

Without much time to think, two flying swords were already flying towards his shoulder blades. Although made of stone, when infused with sword energy, the stones were comparable to mysterious iron.

The six flying swords kept weaving back and forth. Yuan Zhen tried to intercept them with punches several times but changed his strategy. He stood still, lifted his palm slightly, and with a fingertip, controlled the six flying swords.

"Unfortunately, they are not real flying swords, but even if they were, this humble monk is not afraid." Yuan Zhen took a step forward and shouted, "I’m coming! Ora!"

He didn’t shout for no reason. In fact, the last shout contained the profoundness of the lion’s roar in Buddhism, trembling the eardrums.

It even affected Bai Wei’s own soul power flow, making it a bit slower, but this delay from 22 to 35 does have an impact.

It was especially true when masters fought each other. The monk’s fist was already touching Bai Wei’s chin, and with one punch, he sent him flying dozens of meters high.

Without feeling pain, Chiyu’s defensive power was astonishing. Bai Wei turned his neck, realizing the terrifying physical strength of the Buddhist Golden Body Realm. He wondered if he could secretly learn it himself. If he could master it, the weaknesses of his own physical body could be compensated for.

He crouched down, drew his weapon, but it wasn’t the Crouching Tiger Sword designed for killing. Instead, it was the blunt Yunhu Sword.

With one sword strike, the sword light instantly tore through the yellow monk’s robe, revealing the orange-yellow color of the golden body. A clear white mark appeared on the muscles.

The big monk smashed towards the ground, causing the ground to ripple like waves. The Yunhu Sword flew out, held firmly by his five fingers. Sword energy filled the air, and the two sides struggled intensely in a small space, with danger lurking in every inch.

When fighting for real, nobody could afford to hold back. Not using a killing move was solely a matter of not using a deadly attack.

Bai Wei shifted the blade and regained the Yunhu Sword from the grip of the golden monk. Memories of certain magnificent scenes flooded his mind.

Swinging the sword into the ground, four or five earth dragons rolled around. Sword energy transformed into dragons, captured and fought by Monk Yuan Zhen. It seemed like he was engaged in a battle with the earth, creating one big pit after another. Ordinary sword energy wouldn’t be able to harm this monk, but if even a drop of blood was shed, the strength of his golden body would also be compromised.

Came for pleasure, left with full satisfaction.

Fully satisfied… Bai Wei grabbed the Yunhu Sword, swung his sword, defeated the floating clouds, and cut through mountains and rivers.

Small Dragon River exclaimed in surprise, "Oh no, it’s you again!"

The river flowed backwards, the tide surged, like a magnificent tidal wave crashing against the shore. The sword lifted the tide, and in an instant, the river water overflowed the embankment.

Yuan Zhen, like a stubborn rock in the water, was swallowed by the waves. Though he disappeared momentarily, he remained unmoved, waiting for the moment when the sword’s power was exhausted. He emerged from the water, with the bold spirit of a warrior, his punch transforming into a palm, and his palm suppressing Chi You.

Bai Wei descended to the ground, his flying sword hovering.

Yuan Zhen walked barefoot on the damp ground, his robe partially destroyed.

The two looked at each other and the big monk laughed heartily, saying, "Fully satisfied, rejoicing… If we continue fighting, either your technique will be compromised or your sword will break. Let’s stop."

Bai Wei had some strength left, but it was a different kind of power, not martial arts. He asked, "Who would you say won?"

The monk said, "My clothes are all worn out. I guess I lost. It’s good to lose, losing can help us remember. Buddhist monks should not be too eager to fight."

"Are you not tired of speaking through clenched teeth?" Bai Wei helplessly said, "I will compensate you for the clothes."

"Great! Great!" Yuan Zhen immediately smiled with joy. "Since I will be compensated for the clothes, I can give you some guidance."

"Is it about the stones blocking the road ahead?" Bai Wei asked seriously.

"Benefactor Bai, your spirit is impressive, but with your current strength, you will probably lose to those ahead even more." Yuan Zhen said with seriousness, "In my humble opinion, Benefactor Bai, your swordsmanship has vulnerabilities."

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