Secret Buyer-Chapter 189 - 148: The Buddha Grants, but He Cannot Be Observed (2)

Chapter 189: Chapter 148: The Buddha Grants, but He Cannot Be Observed (2)

"The Buddha says, your physical body is extraordinary, resembling a [Flesh and Blood Divine Body], with vitality surging comparable to a Grandmaster."

"The Buddha says, thus granting you... no, that’s not right."

Yuan Feidao’s voice suddenly became solemn, with a heavy yet ethereal quality.

The light in the Buddha statue’s eyes grew more brilliant,

Zhang Fusheng could distinctly feel that the gaze was penetrating certain aspects of himself,

but he sensed something unknowable, that this gaze was entirely blocked, obscured, stopped!

It is...

Eight Sceneries Palace.

A crack split open on the top of the Buddha statue, extending continuously from the Buddha’s crown to the round belly, and then to the lotus pedestal below.

Lin Dongxi’s eyes widened, while Chen Yuque remained expressionless.

The elderly man’s face suddenly turned red, as if his blood and energy were turbulent, as if he had been injured.

His expression grew unspeakably grave, gazing at Zhang Fusheng with bewilderment and uncertainty:

"The Buddha says, your karma entanglement is deep and heavy!"

Karma entanglement?

Zhang Fusheng clasped his hands together:

"Please, Master Ancestor, enlighten me."

Yuan Feidao took a breath, the redness on his face had not faded, even growing a bit more intense, his breathing became erratic.

He spoke very slowly:

"Child, many karmic threads are woven around you. The Buddha vaguely sees traces of various sects among them, yet these remain illusions."

The lamp in the dark chamber flickered, and Hong Tianbao, waiting outside, swallowed hard.

He had never seen Yuan Feidao in such a state.

So solemn, so astonished.

Yuan Feidao took a deep breath and continued:

"Not only this, but it also seems intertwined with multiple deities. The Buddha saw the God of Plague, saw the Ancestor of Land Immortals, saw..."

His expression was weighed down by an unfathomable sense of the extraordinary:

"...saw the figure of the Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate?"

Zhang Fusheng was dumbfounded.

Chen Yuque blinked and lowered his head in reverence.

Yuan Feidao furrowed his brow:

"These are just the minutiae. The Buddha says, there is a faint karmic connection on you with an inconceivable, unobservable, unimaginable deity."

A look of utter apprehension covered Zhang Fusheng’s face, with an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

It’s referring to the [Celestial Venerate]... surely...

Myself with myself, naturally, there is karmic entanglement.

Yuan Feidao spoke at last:

"Perhaps you are seen as a chess piece by that mysterious deity beyond the limits of comprehension. The Buddha says, he sees no more, cannot discern the details."

"Only advises you to be cautious, very cautious!"

Zhang Fusheng placed his hands together again, offering a respectful gesture.

The Master Ancestor sighed:

"What the Buddha bestows upon you is an inextinguishable flame. With this flame, you may illuminate the path ahead, striving to steer clear of karmic calculations."

"You may also integrate this flame into [Essence], [Vitality], or [Spirit], achieving great fortune."

The words fell, and the Master Ancestor stretched out his hand, making a motion as if to support, while the cracked Buddha statue extended its hand into the void again.

Descending was a seemingly ordinary, candle-like flame suspended in mid-air.

The flame drifted over, and Zhang Fusheng reached out to hold it.

The redness on Yuan Feidao’s face intensified.

He said in a low voice:

"You three young ones, your fortunes exceed those of Qiusheng and Tao Ridge’s disciples by far, each extraordinary, possessing divinely gifted talents, so the Buddha grants you much."

"Return now."

The old man hunched his back and warned:

"Especially you, young man, your karma is too profound, as if a great deity is using you as a chess piece."

"Need to be cautious."

"Be even more cautious!"

With a wave of his hand, the three suddenly found their vision blur, already appearing outside the house, Hong Tianbao alongside them.

"Depart, then."

The door closed, and the Master Ancestor’s voice echoed from within, the three exchanged glances, and together with Hong Tianbao, bowed in farewell.

Inside the dim chamber,

Yuan Feidao closed his eyes, the redness on his face roiling over, suddenly opening his mouth with a ’wow’.

Brilliant blood, reflecting heavenly radiance, spurted from his mouth, splattering on the cracked Buddha statue.

He bent over, gasping for breath in huge gulps, the sweat pouring like rain.

......

"The gift from Master Ancestor, after all?"

On the way, Zhang Fusheng looked at his master and couldn’t help asking:

"Is it truly good, or evil?"

"I don’t know either."

Hong Tianbao shook his head, his expression complex:

"I have never seen your grandmaster act like this, nor have I ever seen that Buddha statue in such a manner. This is truly a divine gift."

Chen Yuque touched the ancestral acupoint at her brow, Lin Dongxi caressed her dantian, and Zhang Fusheng extended his right hand, a tiny flicker of candlelight appeared out of nowhere.

The candlelight seemed nothing out of the ordinary.

"It’s getting late." Hong Tianbao glanced at the sky, "You should all go back and rest well. If there’s anything, we can discuss it tomorrow or the day after."

The disciples bowed to their master, watching him depart into the distance.

Then.

Zhang Fusheng picked up Little Child with one hand, his mind shifted, the Divine Realm unfolded, simultaneously bringing Chen Yuque and Little Child into the Divine Realm!

The two only felt a blur before their eyes, the scenery changed, and when everything became clear again, they were inside a vast hall,

Looking up, they saw a meditation mat, an incense burner, a Tao scripture, and...

A shrine.

The shrine held no deity.

Just a single wooden plaque, inscribed with the words [Heaven and Earth].

Chen Yuque instinctively prostrated towards the Heaven and Earth Tablet, Lin Dongxi also bowed his head and bent his waist towards it.

No mistake.

Just bowing and bending.

They were not forced to prostrate.

Zhang Fusheng looked deeply at Lin Dongxi, walked forward, and first glanced at the Tao scripture,

Indeed, there was a new line of words.

Just three words.

[Good tactics]

Zhang Fusheng kept a calm face, his mind shifted, and a thin veil covered the shrine, making the Heaven and Earth Tablet invisible. Only then did Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi straighten up.

"Here is..." Lin Dongxi carefully looked around.

Zhang Fusheng plopped down onto the meditation mat in front of the shrine. Though it was not as grand as the Eight Sceneries Palace, it still held a remarkably high position,

In this way, even if the grandmaster left some tactics on the three items bestowed by the Buddha, it would not be able to spy on us.

He exhaled and looked at Lin Dongxi:

"Speak, he is the Great Belly Buddha, then what about you?"

"I am too!"

Lin Dongxi placed her hands on her hips and glared, murmuring:

"That thing is clearly a fake, no, not even a fake..."

A confused expression appeared on her face:

"I always feel that the Buddha statue, no, the indescribable thing above that Buddha statue, is a part of me."

"Just like... the meditation mat beneath the Daoist, the lotus platform beneath the Bodhisattva."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, a thought popping into his mind — Divine Position? Celestial Position?

’Great Belly Buddha’ undergoing tribulation in the mundane world, wouldn’t that leave only his celestial position in the Different Dimension?

Zhang Fusheng spread his hand, that unknown flicker of candlelight appeared in his palm, still looking plain and unremarkable, just like an ordinary candle flame.

He pondered for a moment:

"You two wait here for a while, do not move around at will, and do not try to look at the Tao scripture."

As his words fell, in the bewildered gaze of the two women, Zhang Fusheng’s figure suddenly vanished from place, leaving only that seemingly plain candlelight.

At the same moment.

Zhang Fusheng’s figure appeared in the Eight Sceneries Palace.

First, he sat down on the meditation mat, and his position soared to an indescribable height.

He frowned and thought, sensing meticulously, he detected no anomalies, yet with careful insight, he realized the presence of a prying gaze.

Unlike Black Eye from before, this gaze couldn’t reach the Eight Sceneries Palace, as if it was looking through ten thousand layers of mist, taking a startled glance.

That gaze shattered upon the misty barrier.

He could not be spied upon.

It was the Buddha statue.

Zhang Fusheng was even more baffled, the gaze suspected to be of [Maitreya Buddha]’s celestial position, shattered outside ten thousand layers of mist.

What did Black Eye rely on back then?

And what was the blackness in his eyes anyway?

Need to get to the bottom of it.

As thoughts swirled and spun, Zhang Fusheng checked himself thoroughly, cautiously ensuring there were no omissions,

Only then did he stand up, quickly darting to the rear hall,

Then he lay down at the door crack of the Gate of the Past, peering inside, thoughts swirling.

The scene inside, once dark and deep, suddenly took on colorful hues, revealing images from long ago, in the room, in the dark chamber, in front of the shrine.

"Let me take a good look... what’s the situation here?"

The great Celestial Venerate, buttocks raised, lay peering through the door crack, eyes wide open, in a tone both solemn and dignified.