Secret Buyer-Chapter 58: Arhat Reincarnated, Bodhisattva Descends?

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Arhat Reincarnated, Bodhisattva Descends?

"Team Four has arrived in Dragon Boat City."

"Team Five has arrived in Dragon Boat City."

In the darkness, one martial artist team after another set foot on the territory of Dragon Boat City.

"The target this time is..."

"Peace Hotel."

"Mission requirement, slaughter thoroughly, top target Zhang Fusheng."

The captain lit a cigarette, gently flicked it, and a photo of a frail-looking young man fluttered to the ground, to be crushed into the mud underfoot.

Someone sighed:

"Captain, this employer is really generous, fifty million plus a Great Medicine... four teams, that’s two hundred million, four Great Medicines."

The captain grinned:

"Alright, let’s make it quick... it’s been a while since we’ve been to such a small city."

"Boss, the employer seems to be quite well-off, should we...?"

"We play by the rules, stop thinking about shady stuff all the time! Of course, mainly because the employer issued this task through the Western Sect line. If you want to die, do it yourself."

"Oh, then it’s fine."

In the moonlight, groups of figures silently infiltrated the city, yet tacitly did not head straight for the Peace Hotel in the Fourth District.

"3, 2, 1..."

’Boom!!’

Four massive fireballs rose simultaneously from various places in the Third District, buildings collapsed, thick smoke billowed, screams, cries, chaos ensued.

The entire city’s Public Security Bureau, almost over eighty percent of the officers were redirected to the Third District.

"Almost there."

The captain exhaled a smoke ring casually.

......

Peace Hotel.

Sustained external release of spiritual will is incredibly exhausting, but if it’s only a few meters away, it’s still within an acceptable range.

The moment the old man appeared, Zhang Fusheng already noticed him.

But the problem is, this old guy appeared in an instant.

He took a slight breath, stared at the old man in front of him, and cupped his hands:

"Senior Shi, or Governor Wang?"

The highest leaders of cities in this world were often called governors, often abbreviated as ’Governor.’

The old man had no hair, his head was smooth like Zhu Xiaoming, wearing very plain clothes, looking compassionate, indeed like a venerable monk from the past life.

He looked curious now:

"Have you seen me before?"

"Hmm, my master mentioned you, so I looked you up online."

Shi Zhengyuan’s interest was piqued:

"What did your master say about me?"

"He said you are an old fellow cultivator, compassionate and aim to enlighten all beings."

Zhang Fusheng said calmly, desperately contemplating himself as a skeleton, restraining all qi and spiritual will,

This old guy, at the very least, was someone who had mastered the True Divine Realm!

According to what his master said, when a Martial Arts Master comprehended the Divine Realm and pushed the Contemplation Technique to Minor Perfection, they had the qualification to verify as Grandmaster,

And once a Grandmaster mastered contemplation to Perfection and grasped the True Divine Realm, they counted as a ’Grandmaster.’

The difference between the two lies above the Divine Realm.

Thoughts swirling,

Zhang Fusheng slightly bowed his head.

A Grandmaster.

A flawless Grandmaster, not like Old Huang’s incomplete version.

"Hong Tianbao holds you in high regard."

Shi Zhengyuan spoke calmly:

"At first, I didn’t take it seriously, but I found some interesting information... You joined Hongji less than half a month ago?"

"A month ago, when you took the college entrance exam, you hadn’t even entered the Entry Level of the Breathing Technique, and your Contemplation Technique was only in the introductory stage."

He looked full of curiosity:

"What made you grow to the level of Fifth Refining in such a short time?"

Zhang Fusheng’s heart throbbed with a jolt but soon understood; there must be surveillance records from the incident at the Public Security Bureau in the Fifth District.

A person like him, reviewing the records to gauge his current cultivation realm, wouldn’t be difficult.

His thoughts turned quickly, and he replied calmly:

"I have quite some talent for the White Bone Observation."

"Oh?"

Shi Zhengyuan smiled:

"Our sect’s four major Contemplation Techniques, Tathagata Observation, Pure Observation, Great Compassionate Observation, and Hell Observation, each one profound and boundless in its own way. The White Bone Observation is the Hell Observation. Since you possess such talent, you are greatly affiliated with our Buddha."

Zhang Fusheng nodded cautiously, not answering directly; his master said that this old guy could ’enlighten’!

But truth be told, if this person’s spiritual realm is only at the realm of Perfection, they probably can’t enlighten him, but at that time, exposure would be inevitable.

A faint sense of crisis welled up in his heart, although Zhang Fusheng had been under disguise, trying hard to hide, the traces left in the past could not be erased,

Like those with intentions like Shi Zhengyuan, a check could reveal his mysterious progress.

"However, how much potential does this talent actually have?"

Shi Zhengyuan asked with a smile:

"Did you, perchance, achieve Minor Achievement in this technique within half a month?"

"Great Success." Zhang Fusheng replied without changing his expression.

"Great Success?"

Shi Zhengyuan was clearly stunned, his brows knitted, flashed forward, and a palm covered Zhang Fusheng.

Zhang Fusheng resisted the urge to unfold the Divine Realm—there was no killing intent or malice from the opponent.

The old man’s wrinkled fingers paused on his forehead.

"It truly is a body of Fifth Refinement, pure, flawless, excellent, hmm, and with a special constitution? This is..."

He stepped back, a look of astonishment on his face:

"Dead Man’s Bone? How did you cultivate Dead Man’s Bone so quickly?!"

Zhang Fusheng shook his head:

"I don’t know..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

He noticed the surrounding environment had changed.

It was the Divine Realm.

An eight hundred mile stretch of mountain, skeletons like ridges, bones like forests.

Within sight, human hair matted into sheets, human skin and flesh rotted into red mud, human tendons twisted around trees, human skulls boiled in pots!

"In half a month, you’ve achieved Great Success with the White Bone Observation!"

The old man sat cross-legged on the mountaintop, his voice as vast as rumbling thunder, full of wonder:

"Is it the descent of an Arhat, or the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva?"

"Let me examine the details!"

He folded his hands in prayer, chanting loudly ’Namo Shakyamuni Tathagata’!

Zhang Fusheng saw Buddha’s Light, ten thousand rays pierced the endless blood cloud created by the evaporated human blood,

Saw Shi Zhengyuan respectfully present a Buddha Staff,

The Buddha Staff was solemn, inlaid with copper and iron, with nine rings, wrapped in nine sections of Immortal Vine, flowing with cloud smoke, divine and sacred.

What is that?

What is that?

Zhang Fusheng didn’t know; when the Buddha Staff was presented, his sight was occupied by it, himself seemingly infinitely weak, infinitely small in comparison.

He felt a sense of trembling.

On the mighty peak, on the White Bone Lotus Platform.

Shi Zhengyuan looked reverently at that Buddha Staff, the Supreme Treasure of the Ling Mountain lineage, he looked down at the tiny figure at the foot of the mountain, his voice like a great bell.

"Dear nephew, this is the Supreme Treasure of my Ling Mountain lineage, discovered in the Divine Realm by ancestors; this item was once a Buddha’s staff!"

Buddha?

Is there really a Buddha in this world?

Zhang Fusheng took a deep breath, discovered in the Divine Realm... isn’t the Divine Realm a spiritual world of one’s own?

How could it be discovered?

He didn’t understand.

The person on the mountain continued to exclaim:

"Precisely because of this staff, born from a Merit Buddha, if I strike this ring, and you bow and kneel, then you are a mortal; if you piously bow, then it is the rebirth of an Arhat!"

"If you hear the ring, see this great staff, but merely clasp your hands in prayer, exclaim Buddha’s mercy, that would mean a Bodhisattva descends to the world!"

As for not bowing?

The old man didn’t say, and didn’t intend to say.

Even a Bodhisattva must bow before the Buddha; those who do not bow to Buddha, only Buddha himself is.

"Please, Nine-Ring Scepter!" he shouted hoarsely, rising, stepping onto the White Bone Lotus Platform, using all his might to bang heavily on the Buddha Staff!

The nine rings clashed, emitting a booming Buddhist sound.

"Nine-Ring Scepter..." Zhang Fusheng chewed on the term, felt it somewhat familiar, as if he had heard of it before.

Whose treasure is it?

He didn’t have time to think more, for he was already engulfed by the Buddhist sound!