Secret Buyer-Chapter 277 - 213: Since You Have Seen This Buddha, Why Do You Not Bow?
The rain outside suddenly stopped.
The four of them looked back, and outside the door, on the street, stood many people. Each of the believers who had previously died in the aftermath had come back to life,
standing stiffly on the long street, unmoving – as if at a certain moment, time had paused for them.
They turned their heads back once more.
And they saw the first innate member of the Pantheon who had been hunted down, whose Grotto Heaven was shattered, and who was beaten to the brink of death,
standing beside that youth facing away from them, playing the zither.
The Divine Favor Envoy, covered in tattoos, glanced sideways and gave the four of them a smile uglier than crying.
Coldness rose from the bones.
The young man pressed both palms down, and the zither music abruptly stopped.
Outside, the sky brightened, the dark clouds dispersed, revealing a radiant glow like flowing water.
The believers outside on the long street, who had been frozen and paused, started moving again, crisscrossing the street, watching each other, wary of each other.
The sound of people rose once more.
"Are they all here?"
Zhang Fusheng calmly asked, stood up, turned around, holding a Nine-Ring Scepter in hand, he gave it a slight shake.
The Nine-Ring Scepter swayed, the rings striking against the iron, making a crisp sound, and then a lotus flower blossomed beneath the youth’s feet, with a Golden Spring flowing gently within the Martial Arts Dojo.
Behind his head, there was also a halo of light.
"Since you’ve seen this Buddha, why do you not bow?"
......
Chongyang.
"Someone from the Cui Family has already arrived in Chongyang, and everyone’s eyes are on that place."
The man in the blue robe walked along the long street, looked up, and glanced at the moonlight.
"Now is the best time to make a move."
With a smile on his face, the man in the blue robe walked through the alleys, finally stopping in front of a wooden house.
It was the residence of Yuan Feidao.
According to the information, there was a certain probability that this old fellow was a remnant of the Ling Mountain lineage, but the man in the blue robe didn’t care,
Ling Mountain remnants were few, the strong ones had long been exterminated, leaving not a one.
Moreover, he had respectfully asked the heavens, would this journey be auspicious?
The heavens said.
Great fortune.
Let’s try another divination.
The man in the blue robe, always cautious, flicked his fingers, tossing the copper coin high. This was a Dharma Artifact specially refined by the Celestial Principle Sect.
It required a thousand days of offering to form just one of these.
The copper coin had been offered to the heavens, so the will of the heavens would reflect on it.
He caught the copper coin, flipped his palm, held it firmly, and then flipped it over again.
"Will this journey be auspicious?"
The man in the blue robe asked respectfully, then spread his hand open.
The round copper coin with a square hole, inscribed with the words ’Universal Treasures of Heaven and Earth’ around it, had already blurred and twisted into new characters.
It read...
Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky!
A coin of four fortunes.
"Heaven above." The man in the blue robe sincerely chanted, then reached out and lightly knocked on the wooden door.
The wooden door opened.
He walked inside, casually glanced around. It was simple and rundown, and then his gaze fell on the elder who sat quietly behind the table.
Blue smoke spiraled upward.
"Yuan Feidao?" The man in the blue robe looked down at the elder, coldly asking.
The elder looked at him in confusion, a doubt arising in his heart, it’s someone from the Celestial Principle Sect...
This Celestial Principle Sect revered the heavens, with everything centered around the will of the heavens. In the way of divination, they were even more formidable than the Eastern and Western Sects.
Looking now, indeed, they were extraordinary.
Had they really calculated that the Stabilizing Needle Iron was right next to him, in this wooden house?
Yuan Feidao sighed softly and gestured invitingly:
"Please sit."
However, the man in the blue robe remained still, speaking indifferently:
"No need to sit. I reckon you have already entered the innate stage, perhaps opened three or four Grotto Heavens, but..."
The void behind him slightly rippled, giving rise to waves, from which ten illusory Grotto Heavens blossomed,
each encompassing twenty miles of the land, with mountains and rivers floating within.
"Bind yourself."
The man in the blue robe calmly stated, watching this old fellow staring gape-mouthed at him, as if witnessing something astounding.
He smiled, knowing the other was shocked by his ten Great Success Cave Heavens.
However.
The elder stared speechlessly for a long moment before finally speaking:
"Since you are from the Celestial Principle Sect, did you not ask the heavens before coming?"
The man in the blue robe frowned, a vague sense of foreboding creeping into his heart. He flipped the copper coin, held it, and opened his palm.
It was still the four ’lucky’ characters.
Yuan Feidao also saw the four lucky characters, his expression changed:
"How could this be? Who have you offended recently? Or is it that..."
"Have you, Celestial Principle Sect, offended someone?"
The man in the blue robe’s eyelids twitched. It was clearly a sign of good fortune, yet the unease in his heart grew increasingly heavy—this old fellow was too calm.
His astonishment seemed not to originate from the tenfold Great Success Cave Heaven behind him.
Yuan Feidao rubbed his chin:
"The Celestial Principle Sect, the entire sect devoted as the New Heaven, very strong, very impressive, logically shouldn’t give you completely opposite indications."
"Unless you’ve angered an entity that should never be angered."
"Or perhaps you’re planning against a being whose Position is higher than your ’New Heaven’..."
The sense of unease had churned into a thick sense of dread.
Without hesitation, the man in the blue robe turned and walked out, taking a step through the wooden door, before his eyes were the incense burner, the spiraling blue smoke, and the elder rubbing his chin.
Coldness erupted.
He transformed into light and fled, flying a hundred miles, a thousand miles, ten thousand miles, only stopped once more, looking back at the now tiny and unseen Chongyang City,
when he turned his head forward again.
The incense burner emitted curling blue smoke, the elder furrowed his brows in thought.
A chill exploded starting from the base of his spine, crawling over his entire body.
"Who are you really!!?"
The man in the blue robe cried out in shock, ten Great Success Cave Heavens illuminating, the Dharma Aspect almost surged forth!
The elder merely tapped the table lightly.
The blue smoke quivered, swaying side to side, the Cave Heavens dimmed, and the vast Dharma Aspect poised to erupt was forcibly suppressed back down.
The man in the blue robe’s chest heaved mightily, his mind was in chaos—finished!
He heard the old man speak:
"Who am I?"
Yuan Feidao sighed softly:
"Naturally, I am Yuan Feidao."
"However, several decades to a hundred years ago, some once called me... the Heaven-Catching False Venerate."
The man in the blue robe leaned backward, his head spinning.
Though he was of the Celestial Principle Sect, he also knew about the Ling Mountain lineage.
Legend had it, within Ling Mountain lineage, there was a Great Celestial Position, named Great Hell Bodhisattva Position,
underneath that Great Celestial Position, there were six Celestial Positions.
Yanmo, Treasure Holder, Strong, Great Compassion, Treasure, and.....
The Heaven-Catching Celestial Position.
As for False Venerate—it referred to those who surpassed Celestial Humans but hadn’t fully become divine beings, not truly becoming Venerates.
"It’s you!!"
He was so shocked that he almost lost his voice, his legs going weak:
"You, you, you’re still alive, you haven’t become a god??"
"Become a god?" Yuan Feidao seemed uninterested: "Become a god, then sit the Heaven-Catching Shooter position? That’s too boring."
He seemed to finally find someone to confide in, spoke softly:
"I caught a glimpse of a corner of the Nine Netherworld, beheld a sublime Celestial Position named ’Nine Unlikes,’ but I saw a grand opportunity, learned of a Position named Ksitigarbha..."
"But I don’t know how to let the great Celestial Venerate bestow that Position upon me."
Yuan Feidao rambled:
"By the way, do you know the Nine Netherworld?"
The man in the blue robe made a hoarse sound, wanting to speak, but was unable, half his body already sinking into the pitch-black abyss, falling, falling.
Yuan Feidao exhaled a foul breath, a fanatical expression on his face:
"The Nine Hells observed, that legendary Nine Netherworld dormant for countless years, has begun to emerge—it is what I beheld."
"I beheld, the Nine Netherworld was always there."
"In— the future!"
