Secret Buyer-Chapter 76: I Gently Knock on the Past

Zhang Fusheng dared not gulp down the mysterious Star Beast meat all at once.

He took a deep breath, glanced at the window without glass, rubbed his forehead, once again forgetting to have someone come and repair it...

Oh well.

The house was almost cleaned out by thieves, TV, computer, even the dining table and coffee table were not spared.

But fortunately, the pots and pans in the kitchen were still left.

He turned on the stove, poured the oil,

With precise skill, he wielded the kitchen knife and sliced the first piece of Fearless Lion meat into fifty perfectly even thin slices,

Each slice’s weight was controlled to ’1’.

After a light stir in the oil, Zhang Fusheng attempted to swallow a slice, the lion meat melted in his mouth, breaking down into a vast number of mysterious factors and an indescribable Buddha’s golden light,

The mysterious factor rampaged within his body, while the Buddha’s golden light needed no guidance, naturally purifying his skin!

Meanwhile, the contract’s cooldown reduced from 99 years to 98 years.

Then came the second slice, the third slice.....

Swallowing the entire portion of cooked lion meat, Zhang Fusheng let out a painful moan, the mysterious factor was too abundant, nearly bursting him!

Silently, he circulated the Great Sun Scripture, but despite the glow from the dead man’s bone, over ninety-nine percent of the mysterious factor still escaped his body,

Directly causing the concentration of mysterious factors in the whole neighborhood to increase by fifty percent!

Through the refining of the Buddha’s golden light, his skin now had a unique essence, giving Zhang Fusheng a more ’Buddha-like’ and compassionate aura.

"Forty-nine years... An entire ounce of lion meat without a hint of attenuation!"

Excitedly, he licked his lips, enduring the aching veins, he evenly divided the second piece of lion meat into fifty slices.

He continued to eat.

After finishing fifty slices, he collapsed to the ground, the second shackle within his main vein had been broken through, symbolizing his progression from the Seven Refinements Perfection to the [Eighth Refinement], his strength increased by five thousand pounds!

The contract’s cooldown now lacked two years.

"It began to attenuate."

Zhang Fusheng panted heavily:

"One gram of lion meat from a year cooldown, approximately attenuated to three hundred days... the extent is not too large."

From the last portion of lion meat, he cut three grams, eating them raw, the contract in his brow’s ancestral acupoint radiated brilliantly.

Cooldown completed.

He could enter the [Eight Sceneries Palace].

But Zhang Fusheng could not move, the Great Sun Illuminates 72 Snow Mountains Scripture was uncontrollably circulating,

Yet what the scripture channeled was not the mysterious factor, but light, a thick layer of Buddha’s presence, suffusing between his skin in the form of golden light!

’Dong!’

Zhang Fusheng heard a deep, resonant sound of a morning bell.

That was..... his heartbeat.

His heartbeat had unbeknownst transformed into the morning bell and evening drum.

With each heartbeat, a bell tolled, and the Buddha’s essence took root in his skin.

With the second heartbeat, two bells tolled, the Buddha’s golden light intertwined within his epidermis, taking the form of a sapling of the [Bodhi Tree].

With the third heartbeat, three bells tolled, the sapling flourished, unveiling its first green leaf.

His heartbeat returned to normal.

Suddenly, Zhang Fusheng felt infinitely ethereal, infinitely serene, as he stood up, his skin had returned to normal,

But when he tried to contemplate the Great Sunlight Snow Mountain,

His fair skin seemed to genuinely resemble sunlight pouring over pristine snow, manifesting a gentle gold.

He flicked his palm with a finger.

’Dong!’

A grand sound spread out, like the striking of a bell, settling the mind into a serene state.

"Is this..... the Buddhist Golden Body?"

"No, still far from it, but there’s already a foundation."

Zhang Fusheng muttered, hearing the clamor coming from outside — within the whole neighborhood, the concentration of mysterious factors had more than doubled!

Many residents cultivating the Breathing Cultivation Technique and Contemplation Technique were awakening from their dreams, all greedily inhaling the rich mysterious factors.

Calming his breath, Zhang Fusheng sank his consciousness into the Divine Realm.

Longevity Mountain remained, Five Mansions Temple rustic and solemn, the endless wilderness, traversed by dozens of skeletal beings,

He looked towards the celestial vault, Six Ding Divine Fire like a flowing rosy glow, obscuring the sky and sun.

The rosy glow parted, rolling back to both sides.

"Contract, go!"

The contract extended, transforming into a golden bridge, directly reaching towards the infinitely high Eight Sceneries Palace, in just a moment — it had arrived.

The faintly glowing contract also bore the attribute of ’infinity’.

Zhang Fusheng stood on the contract, himself also imbued with the infinite property,

The previously untouchable Taoist Palace,

Suddenly,

now stood right before him.

He gazed at the eight wonders floating beyond the Taoist Palace, reached out his hand, lightly placing it on the door formed by Chaos Mist.

He had yet to exert force.

The door opened on its own.

The Chaos Qi billowed, retreating to either side, inside the door was neither hall nor universe nor temple, just a stretch of darkness.

An endless void, akin to an absolute ’emptiness’.

Zhang Fusheng cautiously entered within.

Just as he stepped inside, he suddenly felt like he was engulfed by a grand silence. Everything around him, shrouded in shadows and darkness, suddenly collapsed into an ordinary, silent room.

Stretching a hundred feet across, at the far end, there was a meditation mat, and on the white jade wall behind the mat, the place where the Tai Chi Diagram should have hung was empty.

Zhang Fusheng walked inside, came before the lone meditation mat in the Taoist Palace, crouched down, and gently stroked it.

Plain and simple.

The Five Mansions Temple still had Heaven and Earth tablets and a ginseng fruit tree struck by lightning.

He furrowed his brow in confusion, circled around the white jade wall, and found three more silent rooms behind it, each with double doors. Except for the rightmost door which was tightly closed,

the doors in the left and middle had a half-finger width gap in between.

Zhang Fusheng attempted to push them open with his hands but couldn’t move them.

He knitted his brow, walked to the silent room in the middle, leaned close to the door gap, and squinted to look inside.

He saw a face and an eye on the other side of the door gap, glaring round-eyed at him.

"Your mom!"

Zhang Fusheng shivered in fright, recoiled abruptly, and retreated three steps in shock!

He gasped, feeling his hair stand on end, his spine trembling, but suddenly leaned against the door gap again with squinted eyes to spy!

On the other side of the door gap, there was still an eye staring, with a hint of panic in it!

Zhang Fusheng shivered, blinking his eyes.

The eye on the other side also blinked, shivering slightly.

Eh?

He blinked, and so did the other side.

He rolled his eyes, and the other side followed suit.

Huh, a mirror?

Zhang Fusheng extended his hand and gave a knock on the door, and from the other side, there was also a knock.

A mirror wouldn’t knock on the door.

Zhang Fusheng slightly moved his head back to gain a bigger perspective, trying to see the face behind the door,

but as soon as he moved slightly away, the door gap turned hazy and chaotic, nothing visible.

"Seeing a ghost..."

He suspiciously moved to the left door, crouched and placed his butt against the door gap, readying his mind, squinting to look inside.

This time, no eye was staring back at him.

On the other side of the door was a luxuriously decorated... hotel room?

Zhang Fusheng was dumbfounded. How could a hotel room be inside the Eight Sceneries Palace?

And why does it look so familiar?

The person lying on the bed was also quite familiar.

Isn’t that himself!

He was stupefied. This was clearly the Peace Hotel in Dragon Boat City, with himself lying on the bed... wait a minute.

This is the [past].

Zhang Fusheng swallowed his saliva, the left door represents the past, so the middle door just now,

is the present?

So he could see himself.

Then, the door on the right..... wouldn’t it be the future?

Zhang Fusheng’s heart quivered; he crouched before the door gap, watching himself lying there,

unable to discern the exact day, because he had been lying there all week, immersed in the Divine Realm.

"Can I see a month ago?"

Zhang Fusheng thought thus.

The scenery inside the door gap abruptly collapsed into dim chaos, quickly dyed into vibrant colors.

It changed.

It turned into the small room he had lived in for ten years, back when he was an ordinary person, burning the midnight oil prepping for the college entrance exams.

Zhang Fusheng’s heart pounded, his fingertips tingling.

He continued to imagine each past time point of his life, from his birth, to his first birthday, then elementary, middle school.....

The scenes within the door repeatedly collapsed into dim chaos and were dyed in vibrant colors,

mirroring his various past moments as per Zhang Fusheng’s heart and mind!

At this moment, it mirrored the point when he and Chen Nuanyu had just entered No. 19 Bar, the bartender with pitch-black eyes discussing ’special constitutions’.

Zhang Fusheng observed silently, even discovering that his perspective could elevate to a ’higher’ level.

From being confined in a small room, elevated to a forty-meter radius centering his past self, reaching its limit.

This ’high’ perspective was quite peculiar, the room walls were still ostensibly there, yet they could be simultaneously seen through,

this wasn’t clairvoyance, but a hard-to-describe, unique perspective seemingly in a higher ’dimension’.

At that time, everything in No. 19 bar was presented before Zhang Fusheng’s eyes through the door gap, vividly detailed.

Even the dust on the bar counter on the first floor, the conversation of every guest, the smiling bartender standing behind the counter...

He attempted to project his spiritual thoughts into the door gap, but was blocked by a thick, indescribable barrier,

Zhang Fusheng suddenly recalled the gentle knock at the [Present] door earlier.

He extended his hand, tentatively giving a knock at the door.

’Thud!’

Outside the door gap, Zhang Fusheng, with the unique [high-dimensional perspective], saw guests, bartenders, waiters,

as well as Chen Nuanyu and his past self.

All subconsciously lifted their heads slightly.

Looking towards this way through the door gap.