Secret Buyer-Chapter 148 - 127: Reminiscing Old Friends of a Bygone Era, All Are Gone

Chapter 148: Chapter 127: Reminiscing Old Friends of a Bygone Era, All Are Gone

Jiangzhou.

"Hmm?"

The deity, who was absorbing the vitality of the entire Jiangzhou Bubble, opened their eyes.

"The imprint... where did it go?"

They were puzzled, having just sent the little one away, how come they couldn’t sense their own imprint anymore?

The God of Plague pondered for a moment, the will that had descended upon the mortal realm attempting to deduce and divine, but their gaze remained cold.

No matter how much they calculated, the result was elusive, or rather, completely indiscernible?

They were even more surprised.

Could it be that the little one had other secrets hidden within?

Strange, strange.

The God of Plague, somewhat incredulous, connected their will to their "true body" far in a different dimension, an infinite distance away.

The god opened their eyes.

Wishing to glimpse where the imprint had gone.

Still, nothing was obtained.

It seemed... the place the imprint went exceeded their ’limit of thought’, clearly able to sense it vaguely, but when contemplated closely?

It was nothing but chaos.

"Could there really be such a matter in the world?"

The God of Plague murmured to themselves.

......

What is this ghostly thing?

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, under the infinitely high position, he could clearly see within Chen Nuanyu’s will, there was a lingering something,

like... a Spiritual Imprint?

But it was far grander, more magnificent, more vast than a Spiritual Imprint.

Yet in Zhang Fusheng’s current vision,

it was as small as a speck of dust in the vast heavens and earth.

"Rise." The True Man stood in front of the Celestial Venerate, spoke softly, and the gentle voice echoed through the Taoist Palace.

In the confused gaze of the four, someone struggled to stand up, breathing heavily.

"What happened?" Huang Qiuxian couldn’t help but ask.

Chen Nuanyu’s heart was still hanging—she believed [Celestial Venerate] must be above the God of Plague, but would the Celestial Venerate... have mercy on her?

After briefly sorting her thoughts,

Chen Nuanyu looked reverently at the figure who seemed to have been sitting on a meditation mat since ancient times, as if in the infinitely high Taoist Palace, watching the changes of the world for millions of years.

She lowered her head:

"I was captured by the God of Plague..."

The pupils of the other four seats shrank simultaneously.

The seated Celestial Venerate, however, had no reaction, very calm, very indifferent.

Chen Nuanyu continued to narrate:

"He said I was almost a near-path body, and he infused a large amount of so-called divine material into my body."

"He made me his envoy, to control the Western Sect for him, and to hunt down an old acquaintance of mine..."

The low voice echoed in the magnificent Taoist Palace.

"He also planted a divine imprint in my soul, I, I cannot rid myself of his control!"

"I beg, Celestial Venerate save me!"

Chen Nuanyu was about to kneel again.

The True Man raised a hand, stopping her movement, then said calmly:

"Are you still in Jiangzhou now?"

"No, moments ago, the God of Plague cast me to the celestial vault, and I shattered the heavens, ending up on a desolate plain."

Beside her, the fifth seat Buddha Son said softly:

"Is it the waiting area? I had long heard, violently breaking through the sky in a subordinate city can reach the waiting area, but it is very difficult."

The fourth seat Shi Zhengyuan curiously asked:

"A deity, asked you to hunt down an acquaintance of yours? First seat, is your acquaintance a high-ranking member of the Western Sect?"

After hesitating a moment, Chen Nuanyu carefully glanced at the unresponsive Celestial Venerate before speaking:

"No, it’s a little fellow, but very strange..."

Chen Nuanyu said, a bit perplexed:

"Their cultivation is not high, just the Twelve Refinements, but the God of Plague said they anchored a scene in a different dimension, called... Longevity Mountain, Heavenly Five Mansions Temple."

As soon as these words came out, Du Mingsheng had no reaction, but the other three seats’ faces changed.

Especially Shi Zhengyuan.

He had been to the Five Mansions Temple.

Could it be that the Living Buddha had been targeted by the God of Plague??

Old Shi was frightened, was this the calamity that the Living Buddha must endure to reclaim his position??

Beside him, the third seat Huang Qiuxian spoke:

"I know about this, the day before the God of Plague descended, he issued a divine decree in Jiangzhou..."

He described the content of the divine decree.

The Buddha Son also nodded:

"That’s right, I saw that gigantic divine decree just before leaving Jiangzhou City, and its content was exactly as the third seat said."

The few fell into contemplation, anchoring a scene in a different dimension, that was not unusual, but what level of scene could move a deity?

To the point where he risked massive losses, even throwing down a divine decree the day before his descent??

As everyone’s thoughts swirled.

"Heavenly Five Mansions Temple..."

A faint sigh sounded.

"Celestial Venerate!" The five were startled, hastily paying respects to that great presence, their minds stirred.

The Celestial Venerate had spoken!!

In the chaotic mist, the overlapping dark universe beside the Celestial Venerate slowly rotated,

They seemed to be reminiscing, seemed to be sighing:

"The Heavenly Five Mansions Temple, in the old world, in the flourishing years when gods and immortals fulfilled their duties, was transcendent, and the Master of the Five Mansions Temple was renowned across all realms."

Transcendent...

Their eyebrows twitched.

The Celestial Venerate said nonchalantly:

"The current Five Mansions Temple is occupied by a little one who usurps the celestial position of that dao friend, self-proclaiming something like... Ancestor of Land Immortals."

The Celestial Venerate chuckled lightly.

The five looked at each other, Ancestor of Land Immortals?

What a grand title!!

Yet why, from the Celestial Venerate’s words, did it seem like a desecration of the true Master of the Five Mansions Temple?

Moreover, did the Celestial Venerate just call them a dao friend??

They unconsciously swallowed.

The Buddha Son couldn’t help but ask:

"Celestial Venerate, what kind of existence is the true Master of the Five Mansions Temple?"

He harbored a small thought.

Since the Celestial Venerate referred to the true Master of the Five Mansions Temple as a dao friend, from the position of the Master of the Five Mansions Temple, couldn’t one...

The Buddha Son shrank his neck, feeling that the Great Celestial Venerate seemed to glance at him.

It seemed, his little thought was seen through.

He hurriedly lowered his head, clasped his hands together, just about to beg the Celestial Venerate for forgiveness, when he heard the Supreme One in the chaotic fog sigh lightly again.

"That fellow Taoist, possessing such sacred titles as [With the World] and [Ancestor of Earth Immortals], although not the foremost in the old world, their position is akin to heaven."

"The Three Pristine Ones are the same, as is the Buddha, all standing shoulder to shoulder."

Although those present did not know the affairs of the old world, they were aware of the Three Pristine Ones and Buddha, and at this moment, they were all moved.

The Celestial Venerate seemed to be reminiscing, with a slight tone of lament and regret in their voice.

He said slowly:

"The tree planted by that fellow Taoist was indeed marvelous; its taste keeps one fascinated.....that tree is called the Ginseng Fruit Tree."

"This tree blooms every three thousand years, takes three thousand years to bear fruit, and another three thousand years to mature, yielding thirty fruits. Just smelling it adds three hundred and sixty years to one’s life, eating one allows you to live for forty-seven thousand years."

"This lifespan is heavenly, untouched by the three disasters, the five declines, and free from all calamities and tribulations."

The five held their breath, listening intently, knowing that it seemed to involve the Celestial Venerate’s old acquaintance, making the Celestial Venerate recollect, speaking a bit more.

At this time, they absolutely could not interrupt the Celestial Venerate!

But.....

They felt restless inside, nine thousand years for just thirty fruits!

Just smelling it adds three hundred and sixty years of life!

And it’s a heavenly lifespan that doesn’t suffer from the three disasters and five declines!

Shi Zhengyuan felt somewhat dazed,

The Living Buddha, had he anchored the Taoist ground of such a remarkable figure?

The Celestial Venerate seemed to come out of his reverie, gently shook his head, and sighed softly—"All has passed away."

Shi Zhengyuan and the others remained silent, hearing countless emotions in that phrase ’All has passed away.’

They wondered, back then, how did the Celestial Venerate and this [Ancestor of Earth Immortals], [With the World], spend their time together?

Did they drink tea, sip wine, and discuss the Tao with the immortal fruit that ripened over nine thousand years?

Such things—all have passed away!

The Celestial Venerate no longer spoke, and the Taoist Palace fell into a brief silence.

After a moment.

The Buddha Son looked toward Chen Nuanyu, hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t hold back:

"Yi Xi, can you disclose the name of that old friend of yours? In exchange, I might be able to help with the issue of the God of Plague."

Chen Nuanyu was silent for a moment:

"That young friend of mine had once helped me, and we share a fate....."

Suddenly, Shi Zhengyuan cast a glance.

The Buddha Son nodded affirmatively, saying:

"Rest assured, Yi Xi, I won’t trouble you or your old friend, and I might even provide some help to him."

The expressions of the other seats varied, just what is this new Fifth Seat’s true identity?

Involved in matters of deities, and yet he boasts that he can intervene??

Chen Nuanyu exhaled a breath of turbid air, having come to the Eight Sceneries Palace, the apprehension and horror in her heart had lessened a lot,

She whispered:

"Fifth Seat, you truly can provide help regarding the matter of the God of Plague and won’t trouble my young friend?"

The Buddha Son nodded affirmatively.

Just at this moment, the True Man standing in front of the Celestial Venerate spoke softly:

"Above the High Heaven, no lies can be spoken, all words spoken must be fulfilled."

Upon hearing the True Man say this,

Chen Nuanyu then stepped forward, the Buddha Son raised his hand knowingly.

Their palms met in an inexplicable darkness, invisible to outsiders.

"So young."

The thought flashed through the minds of both the Buddha Son and Chen Nuanyu as their palms touched,

The latter then wrote down a name in the former’s palm.

"Is it him?" The Buddha Son was even more astonished.

Zhang Fusheng.

He remembered this person.

Chen Nuanyu returned to her place, pressed her chest, feeling her rapidly beating heart:

"Regarding the matter of the God of Plague....."

The Buddha Son snapped out of his thoughts, nodded and said:

"I can indeed assist; I can sever the [Cause and Effect] between you and the God of Plague, so that He cannot trace you in the short term, of course....."

He added:

"Of course, if you can remove the imprint of the God of Plague, that might allow Him to completely lose perception of you."

"However, it’s difficult, extremely difficult."

"An imprint from a deity carries a portion of that deity’s [Will], it’s possible...He is watching us right now."

Everyone was startled, instinctively casting their gaze toward the Celestial Venerate sitting amidst the chaotic mist.

The Celestial Venerate did not speak.

The True Man spoke up at this time:

"Once inside the Eight Sceneries Palace, isolated from the inside and outside, even a deity cannot sense their imprint."

He paused, his gaze falling onto Chen Nuanyu:

"If you seek the Celestial Venerate’s help..."

"A blessing, a price."

Chen Nuanyu was overjoyed; is it truly possible??

But, the price.

What price could she still afford to pay?

Her mind raced,

She seemed to think of something, looked at the True Man, and cautiously asked:

"The God of Plague crafted this so-called Flesh and Blood Divine Body for me; I wonder if it can serve as the price?"

Flesh and Blood Divine Body?

The others mostly looked puzzled, even Shi Zhengyuan was unsure, but the Buddha Son widened his eyes.

He exclaimed:

"Flesh and Blood Divine Body.....it seems the God of Plague has spent immensely."

Several gazes turned towards him; amidst the murky chaotic fog, the Great Celestial Venerate perked up His ears.

The Buddha Son pondered a moment, explaining:

"A Flesh and Blood Divine Body, to put it accurately, is a supreme foundation personally crafted for you by a deity; with this foundation, it’s equivalent to having a path straight to Heaven."

"If a Martial Arts Master receives such a Flesh and Blood Divine Body, they could disregard the limit of 1,260,000 pounds of force...of course, not many Martial Arts Masters could reach that limit."

He clicked his tongue in wonder:

"If a Grandmaster or Great Grandmaster obtains the Flesh and Blood Divine Body, they would possess the ability to ’Touching the Void’."

"That is, even the illusory things in the Divine Realm can be touched."

Du Mingsheng couldn’t help but ask:

"What does this mean? In the Divine Realm, how are there illusory things?"

The Great Celestial Venerate silently praised—well asked!

The Buddha Son scratched his head:

"It means you can truly touch the corresponding things of a Different Dimension through the illusory scenes anchored in the Divine Realm."

"This, the Innate Realm, and even the Celestial Human Realm, could barely manage to achieve."

The Celestial Venerate quietly widened His eyes.

Concealed by the Chaos Mist, He glanced at the meditation mat He was sitting on.

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