Chapter 737: If I Beg You, I'm a Dog

The sky had changed, completely changed.

The moment Hong Jingtian admitted defeat, the sky changed.

Haha!

Lin Fan laughed heartily. Dominating a place was this fast, but he wouldn't stay in this Guardian Land for long, as he still needed to improve his strength and slay the ancient clans.

"Hong Jingtian, you're not bad either. Being able to withstand so many blows from me is a first—you should be proud," Lin Fan said comfortingly.

But these words grated on Hong Jingtian's ears.

What did he mean by 'should be proud'? Did he think Hong Jingtian was that easy to deal with?

Given the current situation, however, Hong Jingtian dared not say much.

He had grown fearful of Lin Fan's fists—each punch drew blood. How could anyone fight like that?

A few days later.

"Benefactor, why have you been so downcast lately?" Venerable Shakyamuni asked, curious.

Lin Fan looked at the bald monk. "Baldy, I've been feeling uneasy lately, like something's going to happen. I want to go out and take a look."

"Then I..."

"You stay here. The rebel army needs at least one person here," Lin Fan said.

"Benefactor, you're not trying to shake me off, are you?" Venerable Shakyamuni said suspiciously. Ever since Lin Fan had caved in his chest, the monk had been deeply troubled.

But as time passed, he gradually stopped thinking about it and seemed to have gotten used to it.

"How could that be? I'm a responsible man. Since I did it, I'll definitely help you recover," Lin Fan said.

"By the way, my martial arts have improved a lot lately. Maybe I can restore you to your original state."

Hearing this, Venerable Shakyamuni was overjoyed. "Benefactor, really?"

Naturally, the monk was ecstatic, but then he suddenly came to his senses. "Benefactor, why don't you tell me exactly how you plan to do it? Otherwise, I'll feel uneasy."

"It's simple. Let me punch you a few more times and blow you up completely—that should restore you to your original state. Don't look at me like that; I've experimented, and it's highly likely to work." Seeing the monk's skeptical look, Lin Fan felt a bit aggrieved.

If it weren't for my brotherly feelings for you, I'd have left you alone long ago.

Now you don't even trust me—that's outright distrust.

"Ahem, benefactor, I absolutely trust you. But I've thought it over—let's wait until you're a hundred percent sure before I give it a try."

Venerable Shakyamuni shuddered at the thought of being blown up as Lin Fan described.

That was terrifying.

"Benefactor, when do you plan to leave?" Venerable Shakyamuni asked.

Lin Fan hesitated for a moment. "Tomorrow. Ever since I came to this Guardian Land, my heart has been pounding. Somehow, I feel a pull to leave this place."

Venerable Shakyamuni looked at Lin Fan and nodded. "Everything is fated. Since you feel this pull, you should follow your heart. Staying here by force might bring trouble."

"Yeah," Lin Fan nodded. Though he hadn't studied Buddhism, he understood the principle.

Hum!

"Benefactor, this is the cultivation technique for the 'Art of Conversion.' I give it to you." The Venerable Shakyamuni raised his finger, and a golden "swastika" floated out.

A vast Buddha nature rushed forth, with visions of Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and others surrounding the swastika.

"Bald donkey, why are you so generous all of a sudden?" Lin Fan had been looking forward to the Art of Conversion for a long time, but he hadn't expected that the bald donkey would offer it to him just as he was about to leave.

"Benefactor, I feel you are insulting me. I have always been known for my generosity. Since you doubt me, I shall take it back."

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? I was just joking." How could Lin Fan let the Art of Conversion slip away? Naturally, he accepted it without hesitation.

The Thunder Taming Dharma King needed this Art of Conversion, and he himself needed it even more.

Lin Fan was also thinking about advancing the Art of Conversion to its final version—that would be truly wonderful.

"It's a pity about the 'Great Conversion Buddha Light.' If it hadn't been lost, then all things in the world could be converted." The Venerable Shakyamuni said regretfully.

Lin Fan smiled calmly and absorbed the golden swastika into his body. Suddenly, the Thunder Taming Dharma King roared.

"The Art of Conversion! This is the Art of Conversion! If I can cultivate it to its peak, I can become the Buddha of Enlightenment!"

The Thunder Taming Dharma King rushed forward eagerly, trying to devour the swastika, but in an instant, Lin Fan blocked him.

"Master, please give it to me," the Thunder Taming Dharma King said pitifully.

"I'll give it to you later."

Lin Fan naturally wouldn't let the Thunder Taming Dharma King swallow it—otherwise, what would he do?

If the Art of Conversion was this powerful, then the Great Conversion Buddha Light must be heaven-defying.

"With my wisdom, I can comprehend the Great Conversion Buddha Light from this Art of Conversion," Lin Fan said confidently.

"Keep boasting. Can't you have some shame?" The Venerable Shakyamuni said skeptically.

"Haha, bald donkey, when I comprehend the Great Conversion Buddha Light, don't come begging me," Lin Fan said with a laugh.

"Absolutely impossible. If I beg you, I'm a dog," the Venerable Shakyamuni said decisively, tossing his head.

Night fell.

Lin Fan sent the bald donkey away with the excuse that men should keep their distance.

The Venerable Shakyamuni looked at the bright moon in the night sky and felt a surge of poetic inspiration, but he had nothing in his mind and couldn't think of anything for the moment.

"Ah, Benefactor Lin is leaving." The Venerable Shakyamuni sighed, a trace of reluctance in his eyes, but in an instant, he laughed.

"I am the deputy leader of the Rebel Army. If Benefactor Lin leaves, won't I become the top leader? Not bad, not bad—this is what makes life meaningful."

The Venerable Shakyamuni walked toward his room, his mind filled with images of himself commanding a hundred followers, with countless members rallying around him.

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

The next day!

Lin Fan left quietly.

But according to the Venerable Shakyamuni, the leader was in seclusion cultivating and would not emerge for at least eighty or a hundred years.

To the members of the Rebel Army, Lin Fan was their backbone. If they learned that the leader had left, who knew what chaos would ensue.

Especially the other squads, who might mercilessly mock the Rebel Army. Therefore, Lin Fan absolutely could not let such a thing happen.