Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2445 - 2435: Solution

Long Yan noticed that the chicken bone just now, like the initial attack of the Magic Gun, passed through the little monk’s body. So Long Yan was making a guess: could it be that the little monk unconsciously cannot even touch human bodies? As the feathered arrows continued to fall, like a clock ticking, they kept urging Long Yan.

However, no matter what Long Yan did, the little monk just stood there, determined. Long Yan sheathed the roasted chicken he was holding. Seeing Long Yan’s action, the little monk slightly raised his head.

Although it seemed like the little monk was bowing his head, he was constantly observing Long Yan’s every move. When he saw Long Yan put away the roasted chicken, he didn’t say anything.

"Hey, little baldy!"

Long Yan looked at the little monk with a smile in the corner of his eye, an action that made the little monk tilt his head, evidently not understanding what Long Yan was trying to express.

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"Benefactor, don’t say it so harshly; this is called sending you to the Western Paradise to meet the Buddha."

The little monk’s face was full of unwillingness, but seeing the fresh blood slowly flowing from his eyes, the scene was quite eerie. Long Yan, by now somewhat accustomed to it, didn’t feel any revulsion.

"I just communicated with your Buddha. He doesn’t want to take me. What should we do?"

"Benefactor must be joking. My Buddha is always merciful. How would he not accept you?"

Long Yan noticed that although the little monk always mentioned "my Buddha," after Long Yan spoke of the Buddha, the little monk still took a step back. There was a loud clacking sound from the bone cudgel and the floor.

"You’re not a monk from this temple, are you?"

Long Yan spoke after a moment of silence. He had previously seen several severely weathered skeletons, almost all monks wearing yellow robes. But the little monk was an exception. During his investigation, Long Yan found that a cabinet only had a yellow monk’s robe.

But the blue one was missing, seemingly stolen by someone. Although the little monk mouthed the Buddha’s name, he spoke of it casually, with no trace of reverence. This meant the little monk didn’t truly follow Buddhism. Still, Long Yan asked tentatively, feeling uncertain in his mind.

However, the little monk let out a series of strange laughs. Even though he opened his mouth wide, Long Yan saw no organs inside, only a pitch-black void.

"The benefactor is quite right. I’m actually not a monk from this temple. I just found this monk’s robe when I died, so I temporarily put it on. Fortunately, this robe has fooled many people."

The little monk closed his mouth, but his smugness wasn’t feigned. Even though Long Yan figured it out, it didn’t change how much more complicated the matters inside this temple were than he had thought.

"Nothing much, just my curiosity acting up."

Long Yan stretched his body, holding the Magic Gun in his hand. The entire temple situation was still a mystery. The little monk in front of him was not the Junior Brother Shiran mentioned in the hand note. There seemed to be more to the story here.

"By the way, little monk, let me show you a great treasure."

Long Yan raised his eyebrows at the little monk, an expression that felt very annoying to the little monk.

"Oh?"

"Mainly because the Buddha can’t accept me now, so I plan to send you to meet him in advance."

"The benefactor really knows how to joke!"

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Long Yan’s mouth. The Magic Gun in his hand suddenly released, without a doubt passing through the little monk’s body.

"Haha! Benefactor, you really don’t learn."

The little monk laughed heartily as if mocking Long Yan’s foolishness. But in the next moment, he saw a foot magnify before his eyes. He was stunned, watching Long Yan’s body pass right through his own.

"Thanks, little monk!"

Long Yan gave the little monk an internationally recognized gesture, picking up the Magic Gun embedded in the ground and ran. But how was this floor constructed that even a massive force couldn’t move the Magic Gun at all?

"Stop!"

Seeing Long Yan about to run, the little monk let out a roar of anger. When had someone seen him not scared half to death and then killed by him? How did someone so daring come today?

Hearing the clacking sound behind him, like a death knell, Long Yan quickened his pace, running all the way to the gate, cautiously avoiding several corpses. The gate, as Long Yan expected, still couldn’t be opened.

"Benefactor, you’re really mischievous. You’re courting death. Come! Let me finish you off."

The little monk wore a cruel smile, which in the darkness made his already terrifying face even more frightful.

Now, Long Yan was at a loss, searching his pockets to see if there was anything to delay the little monk. He had really made a mistake.

But with a casual grab, Long Yan truly found something in his pocket, something he had taken from a cabinet before the floor collapsed.

Long Yan pulled out the round object to have a look—it was a string of Buddha beads entirely covered in blood, seemingly quite valuable. By the firelight, Long Yan saw that the Buddha beads were faintly emitting a glow, though it was obscured by blood and hard to see clearly.

As Long Yan took out the Buddha beads, the little monk halted his approach toward Long Yan, his face showing disbelief.

"Where did you get this thing?"

Long Yan reached for the water bottle behind him. The owner of these beads must have been a great monk who chanted daily, bestowing the beads with spirituality. But Long Yan’s heart was beset with doubt. This temple had at least a hundred-year history, yet the Buddhist principles within these beads hadn’t faded. What kind of high monk was this?

"Ow!"

Seeing Long Yan intended to wash the beads with water, the little monk couldn’t stay put. The Buddhist principles contained in these beads were nemeses to such malevolent spirits. Long Yan now lacked True Qi and presumably couldn’t activate this Treasure.

The bone cudgel contacted the floor with a series of clacking sounds, yet Long Yan remained unflustered. With a deep leap, he jumped onto a wall not far away. The little monk hurriedly turned his head to pursue Long Yan, but Long Yan was much quicker.

With palms pressed together, Long Yan held the beads between his hands. Now, all his hope rested on Xuanzang, as he silently recited some simple Buddhist chants.

As Long Yan chanted, the beads in his hands emitted a dazzling Buddha’s Light. Upon contact with this terrifying light, the little monk’s body began melting like snow.

"No!"

The little monk let out a wretched cry, but he was utterly immobile, forced to watch as his body gradually melted away under the Buddha’s Light, along with the terrifying resentful energy around him.

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