Secret Buyer-Chapter 274 - 211: Gathering on the Dragon Boat, the Killing Trap Revealed!
"What more can the Celestial Position add to me!"
Eight Sceneries Taoist Palace.
Zhang Fusheng sighed heavily, pondering over and over, thinking and rethinking, these Six Great Celestial Positions, no matter how wonderful, could he really make use of them?
"Not to mention that I am still far from the level of deities who can sit in the Celestial Position. Even if I were close or had reached it, how could I sit there?"
He saw clearly that he was on a couple of extraordinary paths. The Six Great Celestial Positions, from Judge Impermanence below to Green Emperor Ksitigarbha above,
were not ones he should sit upon.
Either Taiqing Celestial Position.
Or Central Pole Sect Leader Celestial Position.
But where would he find these things? Different Dimension?
Oh, indeed.
In the Thirty-Six Layer of Heaven Dimension, there are as many as ’Six Qings’!
He waved his hand, and the Six Great Celestial Positions quieted down in the Eight Sceneries Palace. Zhang Fusheng walked out of the Taoist Palace and stepped into the Five Mansions Temple.
The Tao Scripture was flipping over.
Sensing something, the Divine Spirits in the Different Dimension slightly paused, looking at this [Earth Book],
The incense on the table twisted into words in the curling blue smoke from the censer.
[My poor followers seem to have abandoned their lord, has it anything to do with you?]
Zhang Fusheng raised his brows.
The smoke dispersed and reformed into new words.
[I will descend]
Zhang Fusheng let out a snort of laughter, knowing that this so-called divine descent was, without the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron, almost impossible for a true body to descend,
At the utmost limit, it would be like the God of Plague, who descends a divine embryo to quickly absorb heaven and earth’s vitality for growth.
But even so, at first descent, it would barely exceed a Celestial Human, reaching the Divine Spirit Domain might be uncertain.
Divine descent is not a matter of one morning and night.
By the time the Ancestor of Land Immortals begins and completes the divine descent?
He estimated he would have already brought Miss Mingyue down from the starry sky.
Zhang Fusheng fiddled with the blue smoke with his fingers.
[I’ll wait for you]
Then he left without looking back, directly reaching the Other Shore resting place by the Bridge of Helplessness.
Standing on this muddy ground, standing amidst the flower clusters, he spread his hands, connecting to the Contract.
The next moment.
One by one, residual souls emerged from the void, each emanating faint Buddha’s Golden Light,
Upon closer inspection, every wisp of residual soul appeared in the guise of a Buddhist Bhikkhu, wearing illusionary monk robes, hands clasped in prayer, their vague faces bearing a sense of devotion.
"Is this the so-called Yang Soul that Old Shi enlightened over decades?"
A hundred thousand Yang Souls gathered in the realm, covering the sky and the earth, the Buddha’s Golden Light they emitted intertwined,
vaguely reflecting the faint shadow of a Buddhist Vajra.
He plucked two Other Shore flowers, rubbing them into the Other Shore Bone.
Zhang Fusheng activated the Divine Bone, leading the hundred thousand Yang Souls, attempting to transform them into [Grim Skeleton].
It was successful.
Yet still not the same.
Transformed from the residual souls tainted with Buddha’s nature, they were not cold, dead grim skeletons,
Each skeleton was shrouded in golden light, adorned with bone prayer beads, hands clasped in prayer like monks.
He tried to have the hundred thousand monk skeletons chant about the Central Pole Sect Leader.
In the continuous chanting, Zhang Fusheng carefully perceived, his expression subtly moved.
"Old Shi’s methods are quite impressive..."
These monk skeletons could indeed provide incense and candle power!
Though a hundred times weaker than Flawless Souls, here were a hundred thousand monk skeletons, equivalent to over a thousand Flawless Souls!
As the monk skeletons chanted, the lofty divine statue emitted a strand of light in their chanting.
Weak, yet truly existent.
"Quantity seems to have triggered a qualitative change."
Zhang Fusheng could feel that both the Divine Realm and spiritual strength, toughness were slowly becoming ’substantial’.
He simply sat down, using the decades of cultivation time he had just extracted.
[In the first year, I continued to practice the Great Sun Scripture, also concurrently engaging in the Scripture of the Seventy-two Saints, quickly immersing myself]
Year after year, month after month.
Because it was not Spiritual Cultivation, time in the Divine Realm did not accelerate, during the chanting of the monk skeletons,
Immense transformations were occurring on Zhang Fusheng himself.
[In the sixty-second year]
[Under my relentless tempering, an acupoint was quietly refined]
A Great Acupoint glowed within, its light flourishing intensely, while the acupoint remained a particle, yet inside it harbored a Grotto Heaven!
Spread over a kilometer.
[In the sixty-third year, my cultivation reached its end, the Grotto Heaven was glowing, and so was I]
"Should I follow the Innate Chapter, Celestial Human Chapter of the Great Sun True Scripture, planting a snow mountain in the Grotto Heaven, or follow the path of the Scripture of the Saints, attempting to create an illusionary Ancient Saint?"
This seemed to need no weighing.
Zhang Fusheng exhaled, gritting his teeth, his thoughts steeped into the Heaven and Earth Tablet,
Then with this immortal thought, conjured a giant Spirit Abbey from thin air, on the tablets within, only the words [Central Pole Sect Leader] were inscribed.
The Spirit Abbey refined illusion into reality, a thousand-meter shrine was placed inside the Grotto Heaven.
He did not, as described in the Scripture of the Saints, enshrine a Confucian Ancient Saint in the Grotto Heaven, but made a change, choosing the Central Pole Sect Leader instead.
The tremendous spiritual loss nearly caused Zhang Fusheng to faint, but that fatigue was quickly washed away like a tide by the irradiation of the hundred thousand monk skeletons.
"Good stuff!"
He was overjoyed, guiding tens of thousands of monk skeletons, slowly incorporating them into his Grotto Heaven,
Then continued to contemplate, the sea of suffering he saw in the Great Aspiration Ksitigarbha King Celestial Position, refining illusion into reality, placing it inside the Grotto Heaven.
Thus.
In the first Grotto Heaven, the illusionary Sea of Suffering churned, the thousand-meter shrine towered, tens of thousands of monk skeletons sat cross-legged, emitting boundless faint light, chanting [Central Pole Sect Leader].
The incense and candle power steamed and surged.
"Thus the first Saint’s Cave Heaven took shape."
Feeling the immense power amplified within himself, at this moment every punch and kick carried the weight of the entire Grotto Heaven!
Crushing mountains with a single step was now effortless.
"Mercy, mercy!"
Zhang Fusheng glanced at the muddy land beneath the Other Shore flower cluster where there was no movement whatsoever,
Hesitated for a moment,
Before leaving, he eventually left two lines of words for that mysterious Ancient Saint on the muddy ground.
[I have looked for you]
[I am practicing the Scripture of the Seventy-two Saints, do you know it?]
Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts returned to the present world.
......
Stepping out of the dark room, Old Master and Wei Lingzhu were sitting solemnly, yet there was no sight of Shi Zhengyuan.
"Old Shi he....." The words hadn’t finished when the office door was pushed open, Shi Zhengyuan solemnly strode in, his face carrying a hint of fervent color.
"Living Buddha."
Shi Zhengyuan performed a bow of respect:
"I have made arrangements, in Dragon Boat City, the Buddha statues worshipped in some households will all be replaced with the tablets of the Great Aspiration Ksitigarbha."
"Regarding the Luofeng Sect’s affair, I have also informed some Grandmasters from Ling Mountain’s remnants, they will respond favorably."
Zhang Fusheng gazed at this old monk, saying with a half-smile:
"Is that so? Old Shi, I recall you were quite hesitant before, how come you’re now so decisive?"
Shi Zhengyuan raised his head and looked at the Living Buddha, suddenly startled.
He couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but he felt the Living Buddha exuded a faint, sacred aura.
Without much thought, Shi Zhengyuan hurried to explain:
"I have utilized some covert channels and learned a bit of information, the Nine Netherworld has indeed appeared, and its master... is indescribably powerful!"
Old Master’s expression flickered, pondering deeply.
Shi Zhengyuan’s tone shifted:
"There’s another piece of news, albeit uncertain, the Golden Governor seemingly intends to rebel and become independent, he’s aiming to challenge the Federation."
Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, then shook his head:
"Expected, which is why I enforced martial law during Chongyang...whatever the Governor intends to do, we can’t intervene for now."
"What is crucial now, are all the sects and factions. I’m curious, who will come to hunt me?"
"By the way."
"When the sects arrive, capture them alive if possible."
He walked to the window, quietly observing the city.
Shi Zhengyuan remained silent.
He felt increasingly unable to read the Living Buddha, a transformative upheaval had occurred—within just two months.
Was it due to... awakening?
All three in the room watched the young man’s silhouette, feeling that a sacred aura had emerged from him.
Old Master swallowed, a thought crossed his mind.
Scripture of the Seventy-two Saints.
He must have mastered at least one Saints’ Cave Heaven.
But it seemed... somehow different.
Old Master was lost in thought, feeling a chill at heart.
How little time has passed?
This talent... is truly remarkable for a divine spirit descended to endure tribulation.
......
For the next few days, all was calm.
On the fourth day.
"A subordinate city... haven’t visited in ages."
The old Daoist spoke softly:
"Huang Qiuxian sent word, advising us not to meddle with Zhang Fusheng, that old rogue, relying on Nirvana rebirth, gaining the Venerate’s favor, hmph..."
The Daoist squinted, looking towards the end of the street, where a group of over ten people also gathered, dressed casually, but covered in tattoos.
"Even the scum of the Pantheon have arrived."
The elder Daoist from the Eastern Sect’s eyes glistened, calmly stating:
"Have you found Zhang Fusheng’s whereabouts?"
"Yes, we have."
Another Upper Envoy replied deeply:
"Before we arrived, we monitored his activities; records show he just visited two ordinary individuals, seemingly his father’s elder siblings."
"At this moment, Zhang Fusheng is in a Martial Arts Dojo in the Fourth District, with that young girl."
Another Daoist commented:
"Intelligence suggests members from all sects are arriving in Chongyang, similar in structure to us, one with Divine Favor, over ten Upper Envoys."
He paused, then spoke softly:
"It seems there will be a cataclysmic battle, this city may soon be overturned."
The old Daoist slightly narrowed his eyes.
Involving the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron—despite likely false information, sects and factions have shifted their focus here.
Now, excluding Chongyang City,
Within the Golden Province,
This place is perhaps where the highest number of sect higher-ups below Celestial level gather.
"Ancient Saints, Celestial Principle, Western Sect, Pantheon, and us."
The old Daoist stroked his long beard, calmly remarked:
"In this small city, gather five Innates, over sixty Upper Envoys... capable of attacking a higher city."
He exchanged a distant look with the coming Innates from the Pantheon,
The old Daoist grunted coldly, speaking indifferently:
"Let’s go."
Passing through the long street, crossing checkpoints, in the distance lies the Martial Arts Dojo where Zhang Fusheng resides,
But the old Daoist did nothing—this long street was teeming with hidden currents.
The once quiet street now thronged with people,
Some previously deserted shops were now brimming with patrons, the proprietors grinning broadly—all were sect adherents and stewards!
Yet the higher-ups were unseen.
Whoever moves first becomes the target of everyone else.
They waited, waited for a catalyst.
"Patience is crucial."
The old Daoist spoke serenely:
"Ascend the building."
Leading a group of Upper Envoys, he arrived at a skyscraper rooftop, from which they could gaze at the small Martial Arts Dojo.
"Master, what is the next step?"
"Continue waiting."
The old Daoist spoke calmly:
"Send in a Grandmaster Director, to assess the situation."
"Understood."
An Upper Envoy nodded, then frowned suddenly:
"Old Hong has arrived."
From the high-rise, the higher-ups from the Eastern Sect turned to see a chubby old man rushing, drenched in sweat.
Hong Tianbao.
"Old Hong..." The elder Daoist of the Innate level raised his eyebrows, sighed softly:
"Indeed, Zhang Fusheng is his disciple, isn’t he? A few days ago, I received Old Hong’s invitation regarding the apprentice banquet..."
An Upper Envoy whispered:
"Didn’t Hong Tianbao contend with you back then?"
"Yes, at the time, I wasn’t his equal."
The old Daoist spoke frankly, shaking his head:
"If he hadn’t insisted on pursuing the path of the Ultimate Leap, wanting freedom from the Divine Spirit’s control, he might have achieved Innate status already."
After a brief ponder,
The old Daoist made a decision at heart:
"We can negotiate amicably with Zhang Fusheng without resorting to force; the problem lies with other sects and factions, let’s invite Old Hong up here to reminisce."
Mid-conversation, the sky unknowingly shrouded in thin clouds.
The trap on the long street silently unfolds,
Autumn rain drizzled gently.
