Chapter 280: Chapter 215: Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkey, Great Tang Saint

Zhang Fusheng is aging, visibly, at a speed that the naked eye can perceive—this is the price.

This is the price for Hong Tianbao and Wei Lingzhu to steal time for cultivation.

Wei Lingzhu experienced five hundred years, Hong Tianbao comprehended a thousand years.

Thus.

Zhang Fusheng aged by fifteen hundred years.

But this aging came to a sudden halt,

In recent days, the most frequent transactions within the High Heaven Association have been lifespan, and the largest share taken is lifespan.

Fifteen hundred years of lifespan quietly merged with himself, and the feeling of aging suddenly ceased.

In the eyes of outsiders,

The World Venerate descended to the mortal world, a smile withers like a flower, and with another pinch of fingers and smile, the dead wood meets spring, becoming once more the youth like a bright sun.

The Buddha speaks of withering and flourishing, and then it truly happens in a moment.

The youth leaned on the Nine-Ring Scepter, passed by the five great followers, and walked out of the Martial Arts Dojo, the dark clouds in the sky still rolling, the night deep.

When Old Master and Shi Zhengyuan rushed through the air,

They saw that more than a thousand followers on the long street, from martial artists to the Great Sect, were all reverent and solemn, with hands clasped, saying:

“World Venerate!”

World Venerate??

Shi Zhengyuan was puzzled, and Old Master, as the Walking Under God of the Ancient Saint Sect, who worshipped an ancient saint and had wide-ranging knowledge, also did not know the meaning of World Venerate.

The world only knows the Buddha as Tathagata, unaware that the term “World Venerate” is also one of the ten epithets of the Buddha.

“What exactly did he do?” Old Master marveled: “Just a storm, and people from various sects and branches, even those five favored by the divine spirits in the Innate Realm…”

“Have all they converted?”

“World Venerate… what celestial position is it? Is this his true status before descending?”

Beside him, Shi Zhengyuan was also dumbfounded, repeatedly muttering the words Living Buddha,

Even though he was in the High Heaven, seeing the power of the Great Celestial Venerate, after years of fasting and praying, at this moment witnessing the Living Buddha’s universal salvation, his decades of obsession waned, and tears filled his eyes.

They saw.

The World Venerate looked up, gazing at the dark sky.

Then.

“The sky shall be bright.”

Zhang Fusheng said, not using the Nine-Ring Scepter, not borrowing power from the Vast Buddha Country,

He merely communicated and touched the depth of his spirit, where lay those two seemingly real yet illusory “divinities”.

The first is the “Central Pole Sect Leader’s Divinity”, coming from decades of prayers from flawless souls over millennia, from the sincere kowtows of millions in the land of exotic treasures.

The second is the “World Venerate’s Divinity”.

Naturally, it comes from the devotees themselves—from the thirteen hundred years of offerings by the five Innate Realm practitioners,

The incense and candle power generated far surpasses that of ordinary people or flawless souls!

So much so that the initially formed World Venerate’s Divinity is even more substantial and tangible than the Nine Nether Divinity!

Thus!

The divinity quivered in the ancestral acupoint between the brows, communicating with the heavens and earth, contemplating in his mind the radiant Great Sun

The sky brightened.

Day and night were forcibly reversed, dark clouds were pierced through, and what shone down was not the light of the bright moon, but the blazing Great Sun.

With a single thought, the heavens changed.

“My heart replaces Heaven’s heart!” Old Master clutched his long beard tightly, his gaze fervent as he murmured to himself:

“He planted divinity in the ancestral acupoint between his brows, he truly is a descending Bodhisattva… No.”

“A Buddha.”

Strong King Bodhisattva?

Old Master did not believe, perhaps it should be called Strong King Buddha, or perhaps Strong King World Venerate?

Though he had never heard the words World Venerate before, at this moment, upon first hearing, there was a feeling of listening to the words “Tathagata” with a sense of purity.

It seems to be an extraordinary epithet in Buddhism.

The lineage of Ling Mountain, after declining for decades, seemed to have now reached its turning point.

……

The next day.

“World Venerate, we understand it all.”

Taoist Xu observed the ceremony, speaking softly:

“After returning, I will find a way to erect a divine statue, blurring its features, claiming it as a new god of the Eastern Sect, to be worshipped.”

The Divine Favor Envoy of the Western Sect also nodded:

“I will also claim it as a new divine throne from the Western Sect, attempting to spread it within the sect—we are all the same.”

The World Venerate quietly gazed out the window at the scenery, while the observing Old Master couldn’t help but speak:

“In each sect, a god by the name of World Venerate has appeared, it will soon be noticed, and moreover…”

He paused briefly, continuing:

“The followers who returned with the Dragon Boat all revere a deity called ’World Venerate’, this is a significant issue, it will be perceived.”

Zhang Fusheng silently nodded.

He is the Central Pole Sect Leader, the Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate, and has taken on the name of the World Venerate, even bearing the name of Taiqing—walking among humanity, he can claim to be Old Master.

Three positions, falling upon one person.

Zhang Fusheng’s mind had a vague plan, Lin Yusheng leading the Nine Nether Sect, Old Shi developing the Luofeng Sect, all serving the Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate,

And the World Venerate is to be disseminated across the land, another sect?

It appears to be somewhat crowded.

Rather—let the World Venerate take root among various sects, attempting the feat of reversing the heavens and earth.

As for whether it can be done?

You have to try to know.

Zhang Fusheng spoke gently:

“No sect will reject a genuine descending true god, I am not the true World Venerate, just a true transformation.”

“What I desire is nothing but two words.”

“Great Unity.”

“Unity of the world.”

Old Master’s pupils constricted, chewing over these four words, incredulously saying:

“Unity of the world, you… you want all sects to become one??”

Zhang Fusheng certainly never thought about what all sects becoming one, as this is obviously an enormous cause and effect,

Originally speaking casually that the Six Great Celestial Positions were all the incarnations of the Central Pole Sect Leader, directly brought about entangling cause and effect, heavy and profound,

He was personally ’visited’ by the Cyan Emperor from who knows which past era.

If he were bearing the name of “Taiqing”, and uttered that ’all sects are originally one’?

The cause and effect involved would not just be as simple as six celestial positions.

He was merely looking for a reason that could make believers agree,

A reason to let the ’World Venerate’ parasitize various sects openly.

It’s just that…

Zhang Fusheng suddenly pondered.

In some mythological stories, in certain Taoist Canons, the Supreme Tao Ancestor once taught the Great Perfection Master, also incarnated as Buddha to enlighten the Hu Land.

In a sense, Taiqing indeed represents the unification of the three teachings.

Collecting his thoughts, Zhang Fusheng continued:

“But there is one thing you are right about, I have not yet settled into my position, how can I make all the sects believe that a true World Venerate has descended?”

“A World Venerate not belonging to any sect, one that can be drawn in…”

He took a deep breath:

“Let’s kill the chicken to scare the monkey.”

The five Innate Realm individuals were bewildered, kill the chicken to scare the monkey?

Who is the chicken?

Shi Zhengyuan directly asked:

“Living Buddha, who do you intend to target?”

Zhang Fusheng meditated for a moment, suddenly sensing something, revealing a smile.

“Why not just go…”

“…to the Cui Family in Golden City, one of the great families.”

Old Master’s expression changed slightly, and he asked softly:

“When?”

The World Venerate merely replied:

“No rush, no rush.”

As they spoke, Hong Tianbao, who was sitting cross-legged, had already opened his eyes. His body radiated a dazzling divine light, reflecting divine splendor—succeeded.

He had made the ultimate leap from the Grandmaster level, successfully avoiding the Different Dimension with a Minor Perfection level Illusory Divine Realm,

becoming an [Innate] not bound by deities.

On the other side, Wei Lingzhu also slowly opened her eyes. Three hundred years of meditating on spiritual cultivation,

coupled with the trait of never regressing and always gaining rewards as long as one makes an effort,

she actually achieved the Perfection of the Contemplation Technique as a Low-Refined Martial Artist, forming a True Divine Realm!

Zhang Fusheng turned his head, gazing at the girl, unable to help but be amazed.

When he formed his True Divine Realm back then, his cultivation was probably comparable.

He stepped forward.

Wei Lingzhu looked at the dignified young man and hastily bowed:

“Master!”

Zhang Fusheng smiled gently and lightly touched her glabella with his finger:

“Let me take a look at your Divine Realm.”

Wei Lingzhu unhesitatingly dropped her guard, allowing her master to descend into her Divine Realm,

Zhang Fusheng looked around, somewhat silent.

Was this disciple really taught by him?

Though she hadn’t been with him for long, in that three hundred years of Divine Realm, she took him as a reference, practicing the Grim White Bone Observation.

But within Wei Lingzhu’s Divine Realm, it was not a desolate land under a somber sky, but rather a beautiful landscape with birds singing and flowers blooming,

a small pavilion by the lake, and an academy in the mountains.

What Confucian Saint Body!

“It seems the Scripture of the Seventy-two Saints is indeed what suits you best.”

Zhang Fusheng sighed.

Wei Lingzhu earnestly nodded:

“Master, when I cultivate the Scripture of the Seventy-two Saints, it’s indeed smoother than the Great Sun Scripture, but…”

She was somewhat puzzled:

“I always feel that this Scripture of the Seventy-two Saints is not complete—it’s not that something is missing, but that it’s too lengthy, giving an indescribable feeling.”

Zhang Fusheng’s heart stirred, and after a moment of contemplation, he said:

“I will ask an Ancient Saint on your behalf to see if we can get an answer.”

Wei Lingzhu’s breath quickened.

An Ancient Saint?!

In these days, she no longer knew nothing; naturally, she understood the significance of an Ancient Saint!

Zhang Fusheng then reached out his hand:

“Come, try to anchor to the scenery of the Different Dimension.”

The Nine-Ring Scepter floated up, enveloped by the girl’s spiritual thoughts, and after a moment.

A glimmer of spiritual light suddenly appeared, and an otherworldly scene descended into the girl’s Divine Realm.

Zhang Fusheng turned his eyes to gaze at it, astonished.

It was… an entire ancient city.

Inside the city,

the lanes and markets were orderly, there were Buddhist Temples and Taoist Temples, and even academies of Confucianism,

at the very center of the city,

was a majestic Imperial Palace, the Xuanwu Gate, the Taiji Palace, and the two characters “Chang’an” on the city gate plaque…

Chang’an City.

The Chang’an City of the Great Tang.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, taking Wei Lingzhu into the ancient city, approaching the Imperial Palace; however, close but unable to enter, something inexplicable blocked him—but only blocked him, not Wei Lingzhu.

The girl walked straight in, looking around curiously.

As for Zhang Fusheng.

He quietly sensed, realizing the reason he couldn’t enter this Imperial Palace was actually… divinity?

The palace wasn’t blocking him, but the divinity he had planted at his glabella’s Ancestral Acupoint.

He floated in the air, overlooking the Imperial Palace, and saw a solemn stone tablet in front of the Taiji Hall,

there was the source of resistance.

And on the stone tablet, there were only eight large characters engraved.

“Immortals and Gods Without Decrees Must Not Enter”

There was also a signature on the side.

“Great Tang Saint, Celestial Khan, Li Shimin”

Zhang Fusheng was stupefied, was this stone tablet set up by Old Li?

Did Erfeng have such capabilities??

“Perhaps, it was the Position of Human Lord that granted him this ability?”

Zhang Fusheng murmured, gesturing for Wei Lingzhu, who was rushing around inside the desolate Imperial Palace:

“Lingzhu, go to that Taiji Hall in the Taiji Palace, there should be an imperial seat—see if you can sit on it.”

“Okay, Master!”

The girl dashed over with delight.

A few breaths later.

“Ouch, wow!”

A small figure ejected from the Taiji Hall, crashed onto the ground, and rolled a couple of times.

She got up, grimacing:

“Master! I hadn’t even sat down when I got bounced out…”

Zhang Fusheng, looking at the disheveled Little Lingzhu, couldn’t help but chuckle.

He signaled Wei Lingzhu to come out. After a moment of contemplation, he asked her to anchor again with the Bridge of Helplessness and the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book in sequence,

but unfortunately, the former anchored a plain Yin Soil, and the latter anchored an ordinary mountain…

He initially intended for Wei Lingzhu to use the Six Ding Divine Fire to try anchoring once more but ultimately refrained.

Zhang Fusheng still couldn’t control the Six Ding Divine Fire, fearing that if he brought this fire, it would accidentally burn this girl’s Divine Realm to nothingness.

“One Chang’an City, one Great Tang Imperial Palace, that should suffice.”

He could only say this.

Wei Lingzhu curiously spoke:

“Master, from your expression, it seems you know of this ancient city named Chang’an and that… Great Tang?”

She pointed towards within the Imperial Palace, towards the stone tablet with Li Shimin’s inscription:

“Is Li Shimin a Buddha or Living Buddha?”

“No.”

Zhang Fusheng shook his head:

“But he should be a very remarkable person. As for how remarkable… I can’t say for sure.”

Zhang Fusheng sighed lightly, speaking calmly:

“That’s enough. Let’s leave… I’m going to meet that Ancient Saint.”

“In the meantime, prepare for the act of ’kill a chicken to scare the monkeys.’”

The girl seemed to understand yet not understand:

“Are you going to Golden City?”

The young man shook his head:

“No need, just on the Dragon Boat, drawing the bow and notching the arrow.”

He smiled warmly:

“This is the Merciful Divine Arrow from the Dragon Boat.”

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