Secret Buyer-Chapter 153 - 130: Master, Now That You’re Old, Just Enjoy Your Twilight Years

Chapter 153: Chapter 130: Master, Now That You’re Old, Just Enjoy Your Twilight Years

Dragon Boat City.

"Buddha, have mercy!"

As the chant echoed, Shi Zhengyuan slowly turned around to face the eighteen people before him.

These were,

almost all the remaining people from Ling Mountain who stood out within the entire Golden Province.

Weak ones were Grandmasters, and the strong ones were Great Grandmasters.

"How many years has it been..." an old man sighed, "Didn’t think we could reunite again, we’re all people without a home."

He looked at Shi Zhengyuan:

"But now, since there still exists a Buddha Country, perhaps we can once again strengthen Ling Mountain!"

Shi Zhengyuan nodded slightly. He had been in hiding for many years, and the only one who knew of his whereabouts was a former monk, Hong Tianbao.

Choosing to stand up again now, and even choosing to raise the banner, was all because of High Heaven.

Suddenly, he felt confident again.

"A price."

Shi Zhengyuan’s gaze swept over the eighteen individuals, speaking heavily:

"A blessing."

The eighteen Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters exchanged glances, and the leading elder spoke in a grave tone:

"Zhengyuan, what you have described is indeed too incredible, Heaven-Interchangeable Tao? This..."

"Very unbelievable."

After a pause, the elderly man named Shi Rulong continued:

"Why not strike a deal with the person you’re talking about, pay the price, and let him release the suppressed Venerates..."

’Buzz!’

The Nine-Ring Scepter appeared in Shi Zhengyuan’s hand at some point, pressing against Shi Rulong’s head.

Shi Zhengyuan watched him closely, enunciating each word:

"If there’s any more disrespect."

"I will kill you."

His voice was calm without a shred of murderous intent, yet outside the window, the sky suddenly crackled with thunder and lightning.

The densely stacked pitch-black clouds rolled, and the black clouds pressed down as if the city would crumble.

This was his Buddha Country.

Shi Rulong’s forehead broke out in a few drops of cold sweat, clasped his hands together, and chanted ’Sin, sin.’

Shi Zhengyuan put away the Nine-Ring Scepter, and spoke calmly:

"Think about what price you will pay."

"You have lived in seclusion in various cities for decades, you must have had something accumulated, right?"

He looked around:

"I know you still don’t quite trust me, but in the end, when the day comes, everything will be revealed."

The eighteen Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters from various cities fell silent for a moment before clasping their hands and slightly bowing to Shi Zhengyuan.

"Buddha, have mercy!"

......

"Big fool!"

Inside the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Zhang Fusheng cursed, a confused look appearing on his face. Since at this moment, the Divine Realm and Different Dimension were overlapping,

would time equally lapse if he again engaged in decades of spiritual cultivation?

He did not know.

Looking down, he placed his hands on the meditation mat, Zhang Fusheng attempted to use his Divine Spirit characteristic.

Touching the Void.

There was no change in the tactile sensation of his hands.

But in an instant.

’Boom!’

It seemed like a muffled explosion erupted in his mind and heart.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly felt cold sweat trickling down,

he bit his lip, hugging the meditation mat tightly, manifesting the Eighteen-foot True Body!

With two million kilograms of strength unleashed,

yet the meditation mat remained immovable, utterly unshakable.

"Touching the Void..."

He murmured to himself, contemplated for a moment, then sat upright on the meditation mat, once again activating the Power of Touching Void.

As if sitting on the true Eight Sceneries Meditation Mat.

But for some reason, he still didn’t perceive any change.

Touching the Void seemed ineffective inside the Eight Sceneries Palace?

Was he still not truly touching the Eight Sceneries Palace?

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a while, walked to the back of the Taoist Palace, and stood before the three doors, he first went to the Gate of the Past, using his Divine Spirit characteristic, and attempted to push it, yet there was still no response.

Peering through the door gap, the scene behind the door changed with his mind.

"Could it really be no different?"

Zhang Fusheng muttered puzzledly, and walked to the Now Gate.

As he got closer.

Behind the door was still himself.

It was now.

"Touching the Void."

He placed his hands on the door, unable to move it, tried inserting his fingers into the gap, and that sticky, impenetrable, transparent barrier still existed,

but perhaps it was an illusion.

The barrier..... seemed no longer [insurmountable].

Mental interference with reality.

Zhang Fusheng’s figure gradually became transparent.

Accordingly, his silhouette beyond the door also turned transparent.

This time, he saw a different scene behind the door.

It was different.

Truly different!!

Zhang Fusheng felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, behind the Now Gate wasn’t the scene behind him, or rather, something extra appeared!! 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Like a mirror standing in an empty living room, clearly there’s nothing in the living room, yet the mirror reflects a room full of furniture.

An eerie sense of horror.

Through the crack, Zhang Fusheng held his breath, glimpsing inside, which still showed the ’scenery beyond the door.’

But inside, the ’room beyond the door,’

right in the middle, an extra small table appeared.

Peeking through the crack, on three sides of the table, rested a meditation mat,

and atop the table, were three small objects and three cups of tea.

Each small object and cup of tea corresponded to a meditation mat.

A small tower, a Jade Ruyi, and a small sword the size of an index finger.

Zhang Fusheng adjusted the angle, gazing at the empty walls on both sides of the quiet room.

"Why..... is it different?"

He stared intensely at the table, at the three meditation mats just in the right number, watching those three steaming cups of tea, and couldn’t help but swallow.

There once were three people seated around that small table.

Presumably, they were the owners of the tower, Jade Ruyi, and sword.

"If the left door leads to the past, and this middle door leads to the present....."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly had an idea.

"Could it be."