One person: After starting with the academic atmosphere, I'll take down Xia He!

Bao Chan put the little girl down, and the girl immediately ran into the thatched hut, saying, "Brother, be careful!"

The little girl looked at Baochan with deep affection, as if it were a farewell, as if it were the last time she would see him.

Bao Chan suddenly realized that keeping the little girl by his side was the safest thing to do.

He immediately chased after the little girl, calling out, "Little sister, come back!"

"Even if I hold you, I can still fight them off!"

"boom!"

But it was too late. The moment the little girl stepped into the thatched hut, it was struck by a powerful fireball.

The little girl and the thatched hut were reduced to ashes, leaving not a speck of dust behind.

"Do not!!!"

Bao Chan could no longer control his emotions and roared angrily.

You turn your head to look at the group of bandits behind you; the leader is the one who launched the attack just now.

I will grind you to dust!

Golden Arhat statues!!!

A sharp Buddhist light shone around Baochan, and an unparalleled power swept in all directions.

With a single palm strike, Bao Chan shattered the five or six bandits in front of him, along with their horses.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and a light red rain drizzled down on his body, leaving Bao Chan unable to calm down for a long time.

Suddenly, the bandit leader reappeared in front of him out of thin air and calmly said...

"You want to kill me?"

Without hesitation, Bao Chan unleashed a palm strike, and another shower of rain descended.

But then, even faster, another leader appeared: "You want to kill me?"

Bao Chan was lost in thought, no longer knowing how to think, and numbly raised his arm to strike.

Suddenly, the bandit leader's face changed, and he turned out to look like Ma Long.

"Young Master Long?"

"That was what I did, so what are you going to do about it?"

Bao Chan hesitated for only a moment before waving his hand and smashing the leader who looked like Ma Long to pieces.

But almost instantly, another leader emerged. The face of this person was faintly visible, but it was actually the appearance of his master, Master Jiekong.

"Master! Master!"

"Baochan, I saved you from suffering and raised you. If what just happened was my doing, what will you do?"

Bao Chan's heart was bleeding, and tears streamed down his face. He knelt before Jie Kong, unable to calm himself for a long time.

"If...if what just happened was done by you!"

No, that's impossible! You wouldn't do that!

Absolutely impossible! "

Now, Jiekong's position in Baochan's heart has even surpassed that of his parents, only falling short of that of his beloved younger sister.

“My disciple, people are subject to cause and effect, and also to life and death!”

If I killed your younger sister back then, and then raised you with great care.

What should you do?

Bao Chan trembled, knelt on the ground, and did not react. After a long while, he replied, "I only ask that Master raise his hand and kill me."

Let me go and reunite with my little sister!

Jie Kong's illusory figure nodded, and then transformed into the appearance of the little girl from before, staring blankly at Bao Chan.

“Brother, since you have already let go of hatred, why can’t you let go of all this?”

Let go of hatred, and you will not fall into demonic ways!

But if you let go of everything, you can become a Buddha or a saint!

Upon hearing the little girl's words, Bao Chan immediately rushed forward, wanting to hug her, but he missed.

Knowing he could no longer reach the other person, Bao Chan looked at his younger sister and said.

"If it weren't for you, what Buddha could I have become?"

Everyone says the Buddha is compassionate, but you will never return!

Little sister, it's already difficult enough for me to see you, why continue to pray to Buddha?

The little girl looked distressed: "You!"

Sigh~ I'm just a lingering obsession for you; you'll eventually have to move on.

Brother, let bygones be bygones!

Bao Chan was already in tears, slumped on the ground, just like the child who had cried out at the beginning.

"Do not!

No, I don't want you to leave!

I don't want you to be a thing of the past, little sister, little sister..."

Gradually, the little girl's figure faded into nothingness, leaving only the figure of a compassionate old man.

Baochan immediately crawled over and wiped the tears from his face: "Master!"

You must have a way, right?

The old man, unusually stern, said, "Bao Chan!"

You already have the answer in your heart!

Why make your teacher say any more? Wake up!

You've been drunk long enough!

Perhaps I have no way out, but you may find a way out in the future.

......"

The old man's voice, like heavenly Buddhist music, awakened Baochan from his dream.

After wiping away the tears in his eyes, he put his hands together and looked at the old man.

"Master, this is a knot in my heart that haunts my dreams."

Although I have let go of my hatred, the lingering feelings from the past have not subsided for a long time.

Let your disciple continue to experience life in this mortal world.

Perhaps... perhaps I can attain enlightenment.

The old monk before him lowered his head and sighed softly: "Child, go!"

If one day you fall into the evil path.

The first person I must kill is me!

Upon hearing this, Bao Chan knelt down again and bowed, saying, "This disciple will remember!"

The old monk in front of me gradually disappeared, leaving only a compassionate and gentle Buddhist light.

The Buddha's light slowly shone towards Bao Chan, then entered his brow, and a warm Qi circulated throughout his body.

Bao Chan gradually woke up, her face now covered in tears.

When Baochan opened his eyes again, the Buddhist light emanating from his body shone brightly once more.

However, the Buddha's light at this moment was different from before; Bao Chan no longer harbored any murderous intent deep in his heart.

His Buddha-like aura has lost its initial sharpness and intimidation, and has instead become steadfast and unmoving.

The Buddha's light is right here, whether you see it or not, Baochan stands here.

As Bao Chan opened his eyes, Zhuge Qing, who was opposite him, also wiped the sweat from his cheeks.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He realized that Bao Chan was not only unharmed, but had also perfected his golden body.

"Phew~ Little Master Baochan, you really scared me!"

Congratulations! You've lived up to expectations; your golden statue is now complete!

Zhuge Qing was exhausted, but also surprised and delighted. He never expected that Bao Chan had actually managed to withstand his Samadhi Fire.

Two hot tears streamed down Bao Chan's face, leaving golden tear tracks. He gently wiped them away with his palm, and a gentle breeze blew, probably erasing all traces.

My little sister, I wonder when I'll see you again!

Bao Chan stared blankly for a long time before slowly coming back to his senses and looking at Zhuge Qing in front of him: "Amitabha!"

Your kindness is deeply appreciated and will be remembered by this humble monk!

If you need anything in the future, please don't hesitate to ask.

Seeing that Bao Chan was about to leave with his hands clasped together, Zhuge Qing waved his hands repeatedly and called out to him, "Wait!"

Little Master Baochan, don't go yet.

I, Zhuge Qing, am quite self-aware. Heh, I just exerted all my strength, yet I am completely unharmed.

Although we agreed beforehand that I would help you forge a golden body, I am truly no match for you!

"Now I'm willing to step down; you shall sit in second place on the Dragon and Tiger List!"

Bao Chan patted his head before remembering that they were in a competition; he had almost forgotten.

He quickly put his hands together in prayer and said, "Amitabha!"

The rankings are nothing special, and I don't care about them. That's the first point.

Secondly, you helped me, but we didn't even fight, so why should it be considered that you lost?

"No need for further words, benefactor. This humble monk is unworthy of such praise and takes his leave!"