Secret Buyer-Chapter 59: Buddha! Living Buddha!

The sound of the Buddha echoed like the chaotic, absurd, and fearful noise heard for the first time outside the mother’s belly at birth.

Zhang Fusheng felt as if he had fallen into a boundless place.

In a trance,

He saw a monk leading a white horse, crossing mountains and rivers, fighting tigers and killing bandits, walking barefoot on a westward path, devout and compassionate.

The cicadas chirped among the fallen willows, and the great fire flowed westward.

He saw the monk passing a great river of eight hundred li, wide and fierce, turbid like flowing sand,

And then a wicked demon leaped out from the river, consumed the monk’s flesh and blood, and took his head to make a bead.

Before dying, the monk was still looking devoutly towards the west.

Then came the second monk, the third, the fourth...

A total of nine monks, all headed west, dying by the river, dying in the mouths of wicked demons, strung together into nine skull prayer beads.

Shi Zhengyuan’s voice sounded by his ear.

"Did you see it? That’s the past reflected by the Zen Staff, it’s the nine monks heading west, on a pilgrimage to the master of the Zen Staff, it’s danger, it’s..."

"It is the doctrine passed down by my Buddha, to see the True Buddha, one must endure nine trials, only after enduring nine trials can one see devotion!"

Immersed in the Buddha sounds and the illusions of the Buddha Staff, Zhang Fusheng was somewhat speechless.

He suddenly recalled where he had heard of the Nine-Ring Scepter before.

Monk Tang’s staff.

Isn’t this illusion about how Golden Cicada retrieved Buddhist scriptures through nine lifetimes, being consumed by Sha Wujing nine times?

The past stories of this world’s Buddhist Sect, fragmented and broken—Taoism is the same.

They don’t even know about the Six Ding Divine Fire.

And the roots don’t seem to lie in the true Buddhist Scriptures, Taoist Canon, but in those ethereal mythical stories...

The old scenes reflected by the Buddha Staff shattered, and the sound of the Buddha grew louder,

Zhang Fusheng became more and more immersed in it, an indescribable devotion and fanaticism surged in his heart, with an unstoppable urge to kneel and bow, as if facing a True Buddha!!

He was about to kneel and bow.

The Contract within his Ancestral Acupoint suddenly heated up!

His mind cleared once again.

Buddha Sound! Devotion! Fanaticism!

All were incinerated to fragments by the heated Contract!

Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes, still in Shi Zhengyuan’s Divine Realm, in the Eight Hundred Li Mountain Range, where human skins were scattered, and flesh turned to mud in the mountains,

The elder stood on the mountaintop, the Buddha Staff hanging high in the Celestial Vault.

Shi Zhengyuan’s gaze locked onto him, wanting to see what the young man would do?

But Zhang Fusheng just sighed and spoke with compassion:

"Where is the Ling Mountain of old now, who has seen Leiyin Temple?"

On that eight hundred li high mountain, in the enormous lotus platform made of gathered human skulls.

Shi Zhengyuan seemed to be struck by lightning.

The colors of devotion, calmness, and curiosity on his face vanished, and the original calm demeanor completely disappeared.

The young man did not prostrate and kneel, did not devoutly bow, did not clasp his hands together and sigh "my Buddha is compassionate."

This young man just stood there, seeing the Nine-Ring Scepter as an ordinary object in hand, without awe or disturbance.

What, then, is Leiyin Temple?

Shi Zhengyuan didn’t know, but only felt it seemed to be something mysterious, something he had pursued all his life.

Is it.....the residence of some Buddha?

Or is it the temple on Ling Mountain!

He breathed heavily, his limbs shook like sieves, and he whimpered!

"Buddha...Living Buddha!"

"The Living Buddha has descended to the world, the old sayings in the Ancient Scripture did not deceive me!!"

The elder flashed, disappeared from the White Bone Lotus Platform, descended from the lofty peak, and landed in front of the young man.

Zhang Fusheng saw him crying.

The elder cried, wiping his tears, mumbling:

"To see this Buddha’s hand treasure, to see this Nine-Ring Scepter, yet not bow and be sincere...unless, you are also a Buddha!"

"Which incarnation of a Buddha are you?"

"Heaven does not annihilate my lineage of Ling Mountain, heaven does not annihilate my lineage of Ling Mountain!"

Zhang Fusheng just stood there calmly, with an expression that seemed somewhat desolate.

After a long time.

He looked puzzled:

"Buddha...What is Buddha?"

Shi Zhengyuan sobbed:

"You!"

He swung his palm in a chop, and the White Bone Lotus Platform atop the high peak cracked open, from within which a lotus seed stirred.

As soon as the lotus seed appeared, the perplexed Zhang Fusheng smelled a rich fragrance, so mystic because the lotus seed was still ten thousand meters high, a long distance away!

No, that’s not right!

Zhang Fusheng realized that this lotus seed’s fragrance was not sensed by the nose, but distinctly ’perceived’ by the spirit, detected by his own spiritual will, and Three Souls and Seven Spirits!

This fragrance, remarkably, directly permeated into the spirit, penetrated into the soul!

"This lotus seed, I have nurtured for a century."

Shi Zhengyuan clasped his hands together, his gaze bright and fiery like two Great Sun Golden Lamps:

"Taking it can add a hundred years of spiritual accumulation."

"If you truly are a Buddha in the world, with overnight spiritual accumulation, not to mention that he should see me as such, but perhaps you can enter the realm of Minor Perfection!"

He reached out, and the lotus seed gently fell.

"Please, Living Buddha, consume the Celestial Medicine!"

Zhang Fusheng looked at the lotus seed, his face unchanged, but his mind was a chaotic mess.

Tsk.

It seems like I’m pretending to be in trouble now.

He exhaled and took the lotus seed offered by Shi Zhengyuan. This thing grew out of the White Bone Lotus Platform... Why does it feel a bit off?

But seeing Shi Zhengyuan’s expectant gaze, Zhang Fusheng knew that not eating it was not an option.

He gulped it down in one go.

As soon as the lotus seed reached his stomach, it vanished instantly, no matter how he tried to sense it internally, he couldn’t detect it,

In just a moment, he felt an incredibly penetrating and pleasant sensation from the depths of his spirit,

His spiritual will seemed to be expanding!

Three hundred years of spiritual accumulation, in the blink of an eye, had added another hundred years.

Four hundred years.

"Did it work..." Shi Zhengyuan’s expectant murmuring.

The young man opened his eyes, in the mysterious mountain range of eight hundred li, suddenly, there appeared a desolate land!

A wasteland centered around the young man.

"Is this...my Divine Realm?"

The young man was full of confusion:

"But why is it not as real as yours?"

Shi Zhengyuan did not answer, the joy in his expression subsided, and his body calmed down.

"Heaven bless Ling Mountain."

He just chanted, then respectfully bowed to Zhang Fusheng:

"Ling Mountain lineage, Shi Zhengyuan, greets the Living Buddha!"

Zhang Fusheng had no expression, but in his heart, he was overjoyed, it worked!

The Ling Mountain lineage... he had heard of it, just as Taoism is internally divided into the Eastern and Western Sects,

Buddhism and Confucianism are the same.

Although he didn’t know the specifics, the second senior sister had said that the ’Ancient Saint Sect’ in Confucianism, as well as the Ling Mountain lineage in Buddhism, are like the Taoist East Sect,

they are considered evil sects, but unlike an evil cult, they do not primarily rely on Life Soul cultivation.

How powerful is Buddhism?

Zhang Fusheng didn’t know, but he knew that this sect had remained unscathed despite countless years of the Federation’s siege!

This kind of ’evil cult’, to be blunt, just isn’t weak!

He spoke calmly:

"Ling Mountain lineage... how fares it today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fusheng saw Shi Zhengyuan break down into tears:

"The Ling Mountain lineage once sat on three thousand Buddha Countries, eight hundred Buddha Realms, but now..."

"It has been nearly wiped out by those Outer Path false Buddhist disciples of the Mandala lineage!"

"Living Buddha!"

"Of the Ling Mountain lineage, the only Buddha Country left is Dragon Boat City!"

Zhang Fusheng almost let his old face fall, a thought flashed through his mind.

Oh no.

Fell into a pit!

No wonder Master wanted to leave the sect!

He forced a smile:

"I don’t know what it means to be a Living Buddha, nor how to be one, Senior Shi needn’t be like this..."

Before he could finish, Zhang Fusheng saw Shi Zhengyuan respectfully offer the Nine-Ring Scepter to him, carefully holding it in his hands.

"Living Buddha, although you have not experienced the nine tribulations as shown by this Supreme Treasure, since you have achieved Minor Perfection, established an Illusory Divine Realm, you should quickly use this Supreme Treasure to set the shape of your Divine Realm!"

"Set the shape of the Divine Realm?" Zhang Fusheng, after repeatedly making sure he had perfectly hidden the more than forty grim skeletons within his Divine Realm, asked curiously:

"What does this mean?"

Shi Zhengyuan gazed at him with devotion and excitement, softly explaining:

"Those who cultivate a Divine Realm have a hundred days to set the shape of their Divine Realm, which is to see the scene of that Different Dimension through the Supreme Treasure or similar guide, and then anchor it."

"Though it doesn’t truly lead to that Different Dimension, it can make the Divine Realm more solid and powerful, even borrowing some of the mystery, the higher the position of the anchored Different Dimension scene, the broader the path of the Divine Realm..."

He pointed to the Eight Hundred Li Mountain Range behind him.

"This mountain range is what I anchored after seeing it with the [Nine-Ring Scepter], the owner of this Buddha Staff, the Buddha of Great Merit, once walked through this place holding this scepter."

"This place is called, the Ridge on the Back of a Lion."

Zhang Fusheng’s mouth twitched, damn the Ridge on the Back of a Lion!

It should be... Lion Camel Ridge?

That’s what he thought, licking his lips. Although he didn’t know the exact meaning and use of anchoring, the anchored scene should be as impressive as possible, right?

The Nine-Ring Scepter can see the Lion Camel Ridge from the myth, because Monk Tang walked through this place holding the Nine-Ring Scepter.

Wonder if the Six Ding Divine Fire can also be used to ’anchor’ related mythical places?