GBP Chapter 291 Little Master, you've overestimated yourself!
Chapter 291 Little Master, you've overestimated yourself!
"The Secrets of Qimen Dunjia Phenomena!"
Zhuge Qing sharpened his eyesight so that he could look directly at Bao Chan. The Buddha light was very unnatural, and he had already seen through it. Bao Chan was indeed not lying.
"Master Baochan, let us light a fire!"
"Light a flame that can ignite the soul!"
Zhuge Qing slowly walked towards Bao Chan, facing the unstoppable Buddha light, his clothes rustling.
Bao Chan remained unmoved: "Please proceed, benefactor!"
"Shh!"
A bluish-green light flashed in Zhuge Qing's eyes, and a bluish-green flame dragon head appeared on each of his arms, staring fiercely at Bao Chan.
"Samadhi True Fire, Azure Dragon Soars!"
Zhuge Qing struck out with his palm, and the Azure Dragon on his arm immediately shot out, heading straight for Bao Chan's chest.
Bao Chan did not dodge; instead, he aimed his most fatal weakness, the Tanzhong acupoint, at Qinglong.
"Young master, you've overestimated yourself!"
Zhuge Qing had initially held back, only attacking Bao Chan's chest, which was the hardest part, to test his opponent's defenses.
Unexpectedly, Bao Chan used his weakness to defend himself, which caused a flash of mild anger to appear in Zhuge Qing's eyes.
Bao Chan whispered, "It's alright!"
"brush!"
The azure flames instantly reached Bao Chan's acupoint, the Tanzhong point, and the azure dragon actually burrowed directly into Bao Chan's acupoint.
Zhuge Qing knew this was dangerous; someone with a strong and pure soul like Ma Long would never be able to penetrate his Samadhi True Fire.
Bao Chan clearly lacked that level of skill; the Samadhi True Fire penetrated deep into his body in an instant.
You should know that this flame is not meant to attack the body; no matter how bright the Buddha's light shines upon you, or how indestructible you are, it will be useless.
He points directly to the most vulnerable part of your soul.
Zhuge Qing did not release his other fiery azure dragon, waiting for Bao Chan to gradually adapt, since they were not originally enemies.
Bao Chan did not launch any other defenses, because he knew that his weakness lay deep within his soul.
You are an insurmountable knot in his heart, and also a past he wants to recall again.
However, Zhuge Qing's flame seemed insufficient; it could not draw him into memories, nor could it allow his soul to be stirred.
Bao Chan opened his eyes, his tone revealing a hint of urgency: "Not enough!"
That's far from enough, Zhuge Benefactor, please send more flames!
Please ignite my soul!
Bao Chan's tone was somewhat pleading, which startled Zhuge Qing, as the other party did not want to temper his physical body.
This seems like a death wish, begging the other party to ignite one's soul—it's utterly absurd.
Zhuge Qing didn't want anyone to die from being burned: "Are you sure?"
Bao Chan said urgently, "Life is death, and death can also be life!"
"Don't worry, just give it your all!"
Seeing this, Zhuge Qing could only nod and slowly urge the flames on Bao Chan, gradually increasing the pressure on him.
Zhuge Qing didn't dare to unleash so many flames when he fought Ma Long, but now he's really going all out.
"Samadhi Fire, Burn the Soul!"
"Samadhi Fire, Ignite Your Spirit!"
……
On the arena, Zhuge Qing was drenched in sweat, frantically unleashing flames that were slowly injected into Bao Chan's body.
Bao Chan neither dodged nor flinched, but instead cooperated fully by accepting all the flames, letting the agonizing pain of his burning soul spread to every corner of his body.
Bao Chan's soul was not like Ma Long's; as soon as the Samadhi Fire entered his body, he would suffer unimaginable pain and torment.
But now Bao Chan was silent, his face stiff, but through his trembling body, one could tell that he was enduring unspeakable pain.
Zhuge Qing seemed to have guessed something, and his eyes were filled with respect as he protected Bao Chan.
The other spectators below the stands were confused and just stared blankly.
"Is this young monk Bao Chan courting death?"
This is a flame that burns the soul, and he's actually eager to come and touch it?
"Enough with the nonsense, their level of understanding is beyond our comprehension."
On the White Tiger Platform, Ma Long also looked on with a solemn expression, not quite understanding Bao Chan's purpose.
He only knew that if he didn't have a strong enough soul to expel the flames from his body, he would probably suffer painful torment.
……
The Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain.
"Old Celestial Master, do you understand?"
How can these little kids have such complicated methods and motives!
Now I can't see it clearly anymore, it's quite rare!
Lu Jin's head was also filled with big question marks as he looked at the old master calmly drinking tea to the side.
The old master put down his teacup and sighed deeply: "Alas!"
Before becoming a monk, Ananda, a disciple of the Buddha, saw a young girl on the road and fell deeply in love with her.
The Buddha asked Ananda: How much do you like this woman?
Ananda said, "I would become a stone bridge, enduring five hundred years of wind, five hundred years of sun, and five hundred years of rain, just so she can pass over it."
Lu Jin was taken aback: "Huh?"
Isn't this a joke about an old simp? Why are you saying this?
Could it be that Baochan is troubled by love?
The old master glared at him: "Hey, don't insult the sages!"
Buddhism teaches about cause and effect, but how can we ordinary people possibly understand it?
It's simply a matter of forcibly interpreting cause and effect according to one's own will!
Lu Jin's forehead wrinkled up: "I don't understand, I don't understand!"
Can you give me some useful information?
Say something I can understand.
The old master shook his head helplessly and stopped explaining: "Just keep watching!"
This little monk is about to achieve enlightenment!
……
On the arena, as Zhuge Qing continuously poured in Samadhi True Fire, Bao Chan endured the pain while his consciousness gradually blurred.
At one point, he lost all contact with the outside world, as if in a dream, and went to a brand new world.
Beside a dilapidated thatched hut stood two raised mounds of earth.
Beside the grave mound, a pure-looking little girl knelt, calling out, "Father, Mother!"
Why isn't my brother back yet?
I miss him!
......"
Standing in front of the thatched hut, Bao Chan's eyes welled up with tears; this scene was all too familiar.
It was a scene he dreamed of returning to.
Looking at the little girl's back in front of him, he walked over with trembling hands: "Little...little sister?"
Is it...is that you?
The little girl seemed to hear his voice and turned around to see a golden-haired monk.
The little girl didn't suspect anything; knowing it was her brother, she immediately ran over.
"Brother, you're finally back!"
"I've been waiting for you for ages! The rice in the pot is getting cold!"
"Okay, okay, let's go eat, let's go eat!"
Bao Chan excitedly picked up the little girl, looked deeply at the two grave mounds, and then walked towards the thatched hut.
"Drive, drive, drive!"
A noisy sound of horses' hooves rang out, approaching from afar and soon arriving before Bao Chan and his companion.
The little girl was terrified and clung tightly to Baochan's neck.
"It's bandits! Bandits are here to steal our grain!"
"I can't give them to them, I'd better hide!"
Bao Chan's two thick, compassionate eyebrows immediately stood up.
Suppressing his anger, he said, "Little sister, don't be afraid. I'll go stop them."
Go hide inside the house, I'll chase them away in a bit!