Secret Buyer-Chapter 123 - 109: Scared Out of My Wits
"Greetings, True Man."
The Silent Fury Buddha Son hastily paid his respects, not forgetting to poke the Withered Woman behind him on the buttocks.
The latter realized and curiously looked at the old man in front of them, who suddenly appeared with a trace of the immortal aura, and crisply said:
"Greetings, True Man!"
Niu Dali, inside the urn, felt his scalp tingle slightly and immediately recognized the mysterious person who had given him the Command of High Heaven.
How could he not understand now that this terrifying Buddha Son’s "Celestial Venerate" had an inseparable connection with the Command of High Heaven?
My... that was supposed to be mine!
It was my opportunity!
Niu Dali’s eyes were about to pop out.
Zhang Fusheng borrowed the Immortal Thoughts within the Command of High Heaven, manifesting in the appearance of Zhong Mountain from an unknown distance.
He first glanced at the unconscious Zhu Xiaoming on the ground, and after confirming there was no issue, he calmly spoke:
"Since you’ve invoked the Command of High Heaven, what is it you wish for?"
"One offering, one seat."
The Withered Woman heard her Buddha Son speak respectfully:
"I was once granted the grace of the True Man to have a few days of respite, and now I can offer the Human Treasure, presenting it to the Celestial Venerate."
The Withered Woman was a bit curious, Celestial Venerate, True Man...
These are extremely significant titles in Taoism!
Is this True Man the spokesperson for that mysterious Celestial Venerate?
Zhang Fusheng’s gaze then fell on the crimson-eyed Human Treasure, Human Treasure, a special treasure crafted from humans...
Senior Brother, oh Senior Brother.
He maintained his demeanor, nodding slightly:
"Indeed, it should be so, I will take this Human Treasure away."
The old man clasped his hands behind his back, speaking thus, then turned around to look at the endless mountains and lakes, pointing at the railway that stretched straight into the distance:
"Truly amazing, isn’t it?"
The Buddha Son was briefly taken aback, then understood and smiled:
"Indeed, a planet piled up and assembled from countless ’independent bubbles’, this must be a unique spectacle in the universe, right? Sometimes it’s really hard to understand such power to alter the structure of reality..."
Hmm?
Has he really caught on?
Zhang Fusheng remained composed; he was now a bit anxious, very anxious, desperately needing to know the peculiar situations beyond Jiangzhou,
but couldn’t directly ask—True Men shouldn’t be so uninformed. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
The Buddha Son then clicked his tongue and said:
"The Federation will stop at nothing to deal with sects like ours."
Zhang Fusheng remained composed, power altering the structure of reality, a planet formed by ’independent bubbles.’
He quickly analyzed this, independent bubbles...
Could it be that every city is in an independent space?
Then the railway from Jiangzhou City to Dragon Boat City, what is it??
Or, is that ’railway’ the ’pathway’ between the Jiangzhou Bubble and the Dragon Boat Bubble?
Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts turned rapidly, and without the interference of malevolence for a moment, he found his thoughts to be sharper than ever before,
probably thanks to Liao Xianji’s ’Enlightenment’.
"From now on, you will be the fifth seat of the High Heaven Association." The old man spoke serenely: "This is the Contract."
He weaved a kaleidoscope of colors, trading the ’seat’ of the High Heaven Association for the ’Human Treasure.’
This was the reflection of a true contract.
The Buddha Son’s heart froze; he, who often interacted with deities, possessed a special sensitivity beyond ordinary people,
able to sense unimaginable grandeur in this contract, which seemed to manifest from nowhere.
He saw the True Man gently tap on the contract, prompting him to mimic the action.
A chime seemed to echo in his ears.
That earthen urn then abruptly disappeared.
’Zhong Mountain’ did not hurry to leave but continued to gaze at the Dragon Boat railway, ambiguously asking:
"What do you think, how long will it take for this world to return to normal?"
The Buddha Son didn’t understand the True Man’s meaning, pondering whether he meant the world no longer being composed of independent bubbles,
or was he referring to...
the world’s ’illness’ being cured?
He considered for a moment, then said:
"If you mean the reality rules distorted by such power, it’s estimated to be difficult to restore, unless a being like the Celestial Venerate intervenes."
The Buddha Son said softly:
"But there’s always a strategy, at least through the waiting zones placed by the Federation in the Celestial Vault, smuggling between subordinate cities isn’t hard nowadays."
Waiting zone above the Celestial Vault?
The waiting zone is above the Celestial Vault?
Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized; no wonder there was an invisible membrane several hundred kilometers above the sky, if broken, does it directly enter the waiting zone?
The Buddha Son then shifted the topic:
"And, if you’re asking when this diseased world can return to normal..."
He was slightly dazed, softly sighing:
"I don’t know either... the world is becoming increasingly mad and savage."
The True Man looked at the majestic young man and said deeply:
"This is the significance of existence above High Heaven."
"The Heavenly Path operates by reducing excess to fill deficiency, balancing yin and yang, all things in Tai Chi, only balance is the sole way out, extreme good and extreme evil are impossible."
"This is the way of Nature."
The Buddha Son listened quietly, his gaze brilliant:
"Balance..."
He was lost in thought, suddenly closing his eyes, and points of light emerged around him, the intertwining glimmers seemed to conceal a floating lotus.
The Buddha Son smiled, making a gesture of Flower-picking Smile.
"Ah, enlightenment!"
The Withered Woman lay on the back of the Buddha Son, looking at the mysterious True Man with reverence, a few words, and the Buddha Son achieved enlightenment??
The True Man smiled, sighing ’the Celestial Venerate above,’ his figure gradually blurred until he vanished completely.
......
"What a monster!"
Zhang Fusheng opened his eyes, muttering:
"No way, just a couple of rambling words, and he attained enlightenment??"
He wasn’t quite sure what enlightenment was, but it must be a huge blessing—for the Buddha Son to be like that, Flower-picking Smile, lotus rises and sinks, he would believe it if told he became a Bodhisattva!
