Secret Buyer-Chapter 211 - 164: The Tao Ancestor Gave Me Nine Holy Grails

Chapter 211: Chapter 164: The Tao Ancestor Gave Me Nine Holy Grails

Urgent.

So urgent it feels fatal.

Zhang Fusheng now feels like an ant on a hot pan, performing multiple tasks without multitasking capabilities, his will rapidly shifting, he’s almost worn out!

In the instant he manipulated the Plague Ghost’s body to pray to the Celestial Venerate,

he immediately discreetly withdrew his core will from the Plague Ghost’s body, rushing into the Eight Sceneries Palace like there was no tomorrow.

By doing this, when he sits on the meditation mat again, the Plague Ghost’s body will not suddenly display an elevated position.

"Whew..."

Entering the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Zhang Fusheng did not rush to sit but instead bowed toward the meditation mat, bowing nine times.

"Now."

He stared at the empty meditation mat, forming a divination cup in his hand, and solemnly and reverently spoke:

"I beseech Taiqing, I beseech the Supreme Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue, though foolish and ignorant, I have a heart for seeking the Tao."

"From this day, I seek the Tao Ancestor’s permission to usurp the name of the Tao Ancestor. If the Tao Ancestor permits, I am fortunate; if not, I will amend this absurd action, and warn my past self: do not offend, do not offend, do not offend!"

He continuously bowed, speaking repeatedly, standing upright.

He held the divination cups, walking around the meditation mat three times, finally standing in front of the mat, chanting his true name,

Then.

A bow, a cast.

The divination cup fell to the ground.

Divination casting is a primitive way to communicate with the Divine Spirit. The divination cup has two sides, one Yin, one Yang. If Yin and Yang appear, it means ’Holy Grail.’

It means, the Divine Spirit permits.

If both sides are Yang, the Deity’s intention is unclear, ask again.

But if both are Yin?

The Divine Buddha is furious.

Not permitted.

The divination cup hit the ground, rolling, Zhang Fusheng stared intensely.

One Yin, one Yang.

Holy Grail.

He thanked the Celestial Venerate’s grace, cast the divination cup again, and threw it again.

Holy Grail.

Zhang Fusheng cast nine times, resulting in nine Yin and Yang, resulting in nine Holy Grails!

"Thank you, Supreme Celestial Lord of Tao and Virtue!"

He bowed towards the empty meditation mat.

Then looked up. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

A tingling hit his scalp.

A moment ago, the meditation mat was flat, but now it’s slightly indented.

It seems as if, when he bowed, someone was sitting there.

Chilled panic yet extreme excitement rose in Zhang Fusheng’s heart, stumbling to the back hall, running to the three doors,

He made himself transparent and invisible, peeking through the crack of the Now Gate!

Inside the door.

A small table, three meditation mats, three cups of tea, three items.

But two differences stood out.

The first.

The teacup in front of the Exquisite Pagoda.

Empty.

The tea was completely consumed.

The second.

On the meditation mat where the empty teacup lay, a neatly folded pale white Taoist robe.

The robe had some creases, possibly just taken off.

Zhang Fusheng leaned back, stumbled to the ground, then got up, and bowed three times toward the Now Gate.

On the other side of the Now Gate, another self also bowed three times.

Like two people saluting each other.

Returning to the front hall, the Yin and Yang Holy Grail still lay on the ground, the meditation mat was once again flat.

"Since, the Supreme Tao Ancestor permits."

Zhang Fusheng bowed his head, whispering:

"Then I, a mere boy, will transcend this once, dare this once."

"In the future, the Celestial Venerate in this Eight Sceneries Palace,"

"shall take on the identity of Taiqing."

He stood before the meditation mat, turning, facing the Taoist Palace gate, sitting cross-legged.

The meditation mat seemed to change.

No longer the initial hard coldness, nor the later prickly discomfort.

It turned soft.

Like.....very docile.

"Among the myriad paths...the Supreme takes precedence."

Zhang Fusheng took out the pre-prepared High Heaven Order, with a solemn expression, without extra expressions, lightly tossed it.

The High Heaven Order flew forward.

The Taoist Palace gate trembled slightly, the Chaos Mist rolled and pushed away to the sides, the gate opened wide!

The High Heaven Order flew toward the opened gate, descending toward the Divine Realm below the gate.

However.

As the High Heaven Order plunged toward the Divine Realm yet never reached it, not even flying out the Taoist Palace gate.

The Celestial Venerate sitting on the meditation mat disappeared.

......

Zhang Fusheng hurriedly left the Eight Sceneries Palace again, his thoughts quietly returning to the Plague Ghost’s body.

The Plague Ghost suddenly raised its head, behind it surged a Sea of Spirit, which reflected a blurred Divine Realm!

"Above High Heaven, the Celestial Venerate is compassionate!"

"Now, by the Heavenly Path, seek, the Celestial Venerate grants it!"

"Fortunate! Celebrated! Heavenly and Earthly!"

The Plague Ghost’s unique, bone-grinding voice echoed in the carriage.

Miss Ming Yue, bewildered and unsure, instinctively looked at the real Divine Realm that appeared behind the Plague Ghost,

The items within the Divine Realm were blurred, utterly invisible, but...

She heard the creaking sound, heard the rolling retreating mist, as if some great door had opened with a rumble.

She saw.

Above that steaming Sea of Spirit and Divine Realm, it appeared an unspeakable door opened, as if something existed there,

That thing obscurely present in perception, above the Sea of Spirit, above the infinite heights.

As for at this moment.

Miss Ming Yue, from an incomprehensible perspective, saw a token.

The token fell from infinite heights, accompanied by fleeting sounds of silence, gently landing into the Divine Realm reflected by the Plague Ghost.

She stared dumbly at the carriage’s roof.

There was nothing there.

Yet everything was there.

"So..."

"Is that place really above High Heaven?"

She muttered to herself:

"There, truly is above High Heaven."

Above High Heaven, it’s not just an empty phrase, but a genuine, tangible reality!

Above High Heaven, above everything, above all things.

Her body tingled slightly.

The Plague Ghost then respectfully bowed three times, quietly stood up, holding, the Divine Realm twisted, the Sea of Spirit surged,

Then, a token fell into its palm.

Zhang Fusheng held it up, solemnly spoke: