Chapter 365: Chapter 272: Upon Seeing the Future, Why Not Pay Respect?

Zhang Fusheng could feel a small portion of his essence, qi, and spirit being drawn out, not much,

and a stick of incense floated up from the merit box.

On his body, there was also a peculiar and ineffable cause and effect tightly bound to the incense.

Zhang Fusheng calmly walked forward and inserted the incense into the burner.

At the same moment.

The cause and effect related to himself on the incense transferred and fell into the Buddha statue.

Also in that instant.

A fierce wind blew, lifting the scripture banners, the door of the Buddha Tower closed with a bang,

the incense guests in the temple looked around in confusion, then in terror as they saw the Arhats and Vajra statues standing up,

even the Maitreya Buddha Statue stood up!

“Damn…” muttered the Old Man, almost losing his grip on his pipe,

beside him, the Third Lian and Fourth Girl also stared wide-eyed, their scalps tingling.

Zhang Fusheng felt a chill in his heart, but did not immediately strike the Gate of the Past; he simply stood still,

looking at the Arhats and Vajra statues standing around him.

The Buddha Tower fell silent.

The Third Lian pulled the Fourth Girl and shrank to one side, while the Old Man and the other incense guests also retreated to the corner of the Buddha Tower,

and at this moment.

They saw the Arhats and Vajra statues, which seemed to have come to life, suddenly bring their palms together and bow towards the unkempt old man.

They said,

“Greetings to the Buddha.”

Zhang Fusheng: ???

In bewilderment,

he saw the Maitreya Buddha Statue standing on the Stone Lotus Platform, quietly gazing at him, also bringing its palms together:

“Future Buddha, greetings to Past Buddha.”

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and quietly utilized the Taiyi Chapter, glancing at the peculiar cause and effect on himself and the Buddha statue.

He raised his head again and met the eyes of the Buddha statue.

Amazingly, Zhang Fusheng saw two pasts in the eyes of the Buddha statue—two pasts that he had altered.

Suddenly enlightened, he reached out and gently touched the peculiar cause and effect, speaking calmly:

“Does this cause and effect let you also see the altered past?”

The Buddha statue, or rather the weasel inside the Buddha statue, cautiously nodded:

“Yes.”

“Why do you call me Past Buddha?” Zhang Fusheng asked again.

The Buddha statue considered for a moment, then said:

“I saw that in the most original past, you said you were the Buddha—the Buddha who could rewrite the past, thus you are the ’Past Buddha’.”

After a pause, the Buddha statue gazed through the tightly shut door of the Buddha Tower, with apprehension and fear, at the Red Bull at the temple’s entrance.

It continued:

“Since we’ve both received the legacy of the Buddhas of the old world, why should we be enemies? You be your Luminous, and I’ll be my Maitreya.”

The incense guests looked around in confusion, while Zhang Fusheng narrowed his eyes.

This weasel knows quite a bit.

It even knows the name Luminous—Luminous Buddha, also known as Past Adornment Buddha, one of the Three Vertical Buddhas.

The Three Vertical Buddhas are Past Luminous, Now Tathagata, and Future Maitreya,

corresponding to the Horizontal Three Buddhas, who are Amitabha of the Western Paradise, Medicine Buddha of the Eastern Glazed World,

and Shakyamuni Tathagata of the Central Pusaka World.

Zhang Fusheng’s mind turned with suspicions; how could a weasel at the Innate level know such secrets?

Is it because it is seated inside the Buddha statue, aligned with the fake Celestial Position?

It seems it is indeed the legacy of some creature from the old world—but definitely not Maitreya.

The Maitreya Celestial Position is still in the hand of my master.

If that’s the case, then this illusory Celestial Position must also be a backup left by some Immortal or Buddha from the old world, similar to Chang’an Town and the Thousand-Mile Zhaoling.

As thoughts raced through his mind,

the Maitreya Buddha Statue spoke again in a deep voice:

“Past Buddha, you and I are both Buddhas of Ling Mountain; I have also sensed the whereabouts of the Now Buddha Celestial Position. How about we cooperate?”

Zhang Fusheng remained expressionless:

“How do we cooperate? Where exactly is the Now Buddha Celestial Position?”

The Maitreya Buddha Statue’s voice remained solemn and deep:

“Not long ago, the Now Buddha Celestial Position passed by this place, heading west; it is currently somewhere in the west.”

“Let’s also find a successor for it, and then the Three Buddhas can stand together, rebuilding the glory of Ling Mountain, how about it?”

The incense guests within the Buddha Tower were completely bewildered at this point, the Third Lian knelt on the ground with a thud, showing an expression of fanaticism:

“My Buddha, merciful!”

He was obviously a follower of the Ling Mountain sect.

The Maitreya Buddha Statue didn’t even glance at him, just continued to gaze at the mysterious and terrifying unkempt old man.

This person can change the past!

And he has a Great Divine Power User level cow!!

Zhang Fusheng’s expression remained unchanged as he asked:

“Where exactly is the Now Buddha Celestial Position?”

The Maitreya Buddha Statue gazed at him, and after a long while, finally spoke:

“To the extreme west, three thousand miles outside Qinghe City, not far from that small heaven and earth that has fallen.”

Zhang Fusheng asked:

“You seem to know quite a lot.”

The Maitreya Buddha Statue responded:

“I am the future; naturally, I know everything.”

Zhang Fusheng asked again:

“Then do you know where the Nine Netherworld is?”

The Maitreya Buddha Statue was stunned:

“Nine Netherworld? What’s that?”

“It is the true final destination for the dead. It is the Netherworld, the Underworld, the Underworld.” Zhang Fusheng answered calmly:

“It is ten thousand years in the future—if you are the future, how can you not know?”

The Maitreya Buddha Statue was baffled, then firmly declared:

“Impossible, I know all things of the future!”

In Zhang Fusheng’s hand suddenly appeared an image of the Red Bull, seemingly ready to release the cow from it at any moment,

then he took a step forward, his voice suddenly rising by eight degrees:

“You are the future?”

The Maitreya Buddha on the Stone Lotus Platform trembled:

“I am the future!”

Zhang Fusheng questioned again:

“You are the future, yet you do not know about the Nine Netherworld ten thousand years later? Whose legacy have you obtained!”

“Speak up!”

He suddenly revealed the Fuli Dharma Body, with three heads and six arms, a Great Sun Golden Lamp radiating infinite light behind his head,

one head exuding Daoist charm, one filled with Buddha’s Light, and one representing his true self!

“It’s you!!” The Old Man leaned back, recognizing that one of the heads among the three heads and six arms belonged to the young man who had first extorted him, the start of his many misfortunes!

His pipe fell to the ground.

The Fuli Dharma Body paid him no mind, and only turned towards the Maitreya Buddha Statue to question a second time:

“I am the World Venerate!”

That World Venerate head rotated to the center:

“Whose legacy have you truly obtained?”

He questioned the Buddha Statue with piercing eyes, the Maitreya Buddha Statue met his gaze, and within the Fuli Dharma Aspect’s eyes, saw a Great Sun Golden Lamp,

and in a trance, saw a towering Divine Mountain, a Jade Void Palace!

The weasel was captivated, and spoke the truth:

“I am the future!”

“I have obtained the legacy of the future Maitreya, the legacy of Yellow Eyebrow Buddha!”

Zhang Fusheng understood, and laughed lightly.

Then, he knocked on the Gate of the Past.

The scenery before him shifted, the past changed, and so the present was naturally altered.

He remained within the Buddha Tower, incense guests came and went, and he stood in front of the merit box, not taking the incense from it.

Nor did he form any cause and effect link with the Buddha statue—the other party naturally couldn’t see the altered past.

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the Buddha statue and turned to walk out of the Buddha Tower:

“I’ve changed my mind; today is not a good day for worship, let’s discuss it tomorrow.”

Outside the Buddha Tower, Ruan Yutu was leading the Red Bull, the fog was misty, the market bustling, and in the distance, figures appeared to be rushing over.

Only then did Zhang Fusheng take a heavy breath.

(Two Chapters over ten thousand words, actually equivalent to the previous three Chapters.)

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