Chapter 102: Chapter 98: The World Is Sick

Zhang Fusheng watched in confusion as the Martial Arts Master, who just a second ago was invincible and about to unleash a third wave of deadly power, now lay paralyzed on the ground, teetering on the brink of death.

What kind of power is this?

The Martial Arts Master said, Buddha Son, or is he just a Martial Arts Master?

He didn’t feel horror or fear; instead, a deep yearning arose in his heart!

Can a Martial Arts Master achieve this level?

Can a Martial Arts Master make even Old Shi wary?

“You almost killed him!”

The withered woman lying on the handsome young man’s back said softly:

“If you kill him, it’ll be troublesome. The deity from the Western Sect is descending, and the Investigation Bureau has designated this city as Kou City, laying out the Flesh and Blood Fungus.”

“We still need to rely on this Living Buddha’s divine techniques to leave Jiangzhou!”

The handsome young man scratched his head:

“I didn’t expect him to be so weak, after all, he is a Living Buddha…”

He kicked the half-dead Niu Dali and then looked at the wary Golden Body Giant, speaking amicably:

“This is the reincarnation of the Great Belly Buddha from the Ling Mountain lineage of Buddhism. Brother, remember to stay away from the Ling Mountain lineage and keep a good relationship with our Mandala lineage.”

After pausing, the handsome young man pointed at the half-dead Niu Dali and said seriously:

“Look at him, the Great Belly Buddha, sounds like some twisted Evil God, right? Do you know the Big Belly Buddha? Just a big-bellied false Buddha who even claims to be the Future Buddha…..”

“No wonder he’s called the Great Belly Buddha, turns out he’s a glutton. I think he should be called the Gluttonous Buddha.”

Zhang Fusheng’s eyelid twitched.

He didn’t react when he heard Great Belly Buddha, but Future Buddha…

Maitreya Buddha??

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, recalling a serious question.

If it’s truly Maitreya’s reincarnation…what’s the connection with Taotie?

He really didn’t see a trace of Maitreya in Niu Dali, all he saw was Taotie!

“You need to be careful.” The voice of the handsome young man came.

Zhang Fusheng instinctively looked up:

“What?”

The handsome young man said seriously:

“After all, he’s a Living Buddha of Buddha level, you can’t kill him before leaving Jiangzhou, so I need to make him a Human Treasure…..”

As he rambled, he opened the cloth pouch hanging at his waist and pulled out an urn the size of half a person from the small pouch!!

The Buddha Son stuffed half of Niu Dali into the urn, sprinkled medicinal powder, Niu Dali quickly healed, and within moments, the half-person had regrown into a whole person.

Soon after, under Zhang Fusheng’s stunned gaze,

The Buddha Son slid a finger, peeled back the head skin of the Martial Arts Master, and then took out mercury from the pouch, pouring it in.

“Roar!!!”

The unconscious Martial Arts Master woke up in pain, letting out a hysterical scream, glaring at the Buddha Son with hatred, drooling:

“Why am I lying here…”

“Who are you, who!!”

He was angry, unwilling, he was destined to devour God! He had just obtained the Mysterious Command of High Heaven!

How could he fall here!

The Martial Arts Master struggled with all his might, but the special mercury flowing from the peeled back head skin and soaking into his entire body seemed infinitely heavy, like the greatest shackles in the world,

Firmly pinning him down!

Tears of blood rolled down from the Martial Arts Master’s eyes.

“It’ll hurt a bit, you know.”

The handsome young man spoke again to Zhang Fusheng, babbling:

“To avoid accidents, I need to pin down his Essence, Qi, and Spirit. You just absorbed a lot of his vitality, it might hurt you, but it’s not a big problem.”

Perhaps because of Zhu Xiaoming, or perhaps because he was an enemy of the Living Buddha, he was especially kind to Zhang Fusheng.

Zhang Fusheng was stunned, what was that?

Hurt by the flow of vitality??

He was confused, about to ask, but saw the Buddha Son chanting incantations over the urn, the half-person-high urn drastically shrunk,

The Martial Arts Master inside was also violently compressed, letting out wails!

The half-person-high urn containing the Martial Arts Master shrank to the size of a palm.

The body of the Martial Arts Master was also compressed to the size of a palm—only his head was left sticking out.

A head as large as the urn.

Seeing this bizarre scene, Zhang Fusheng felt his scalp tingle.

The Silent Fury Buddha Son reached into the cloth pouch, rummaging around, and finally pulled out a pestle.

The pestle had two ends, one was a standard Vajra Pestle shape, the other was a Three-Edged Pestle, and in the middle were three Buddha faces, each showing expressions of laughter, anger, and insult.

“I’m going to start now.” The handsome young man grabbed the Divine Pestle, gesturing it at the head of the Martial Arts Master in the urn.

Zhang Fusheng was startled:

“Wait—what does it mean that the world is sick?”

The Buddha Son paused, thought for a moment, and explained patiently:

“It means it’s sick.”

“Since the discovery of the Mysterious Factor and the Different Dimension, the whole world has been sick—not because of flawed systems or human desires, just in the literal sense, the world is sick.”

He sighed with compassion:

“The higher the cultivation, the heavier the weight in the world, the more one is affected.”

“Because the problems first appeared with the world and the deities, every cultivator, every city, and then the provinces, the Federation, all started to have problems.”

Zhang Fusheng listened intently, involuntarily recalling his increasingly irritable and violent temperament recently.

A month ago, he was still very pure and good, the worst thing he’d done in this life was tricking little children.

And now…

Zhang Fusheng thought of the Second Martial Sister he had smashed, about those heads he crushed at a disagreement.

He asked:

“You just mentioned the Investigation Bureau has designated this city as Kou City, spreading the Flesh and Blood Fungus, what does that mean?”

“Oh, Kou City, is a ’City of Cultivation’, in our Mandala lineage, there’s also…”

The handsome young man was about to answer enthusiastically,

The withered woman covered his mouth gently and said softly:

“You talk too much.”

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