Secret Buyer

Chapter 630: Chapter 373: Meng Twenty-Two

Meng Ershier??

In Zhang Fusheng’s spiritual will, the image of that old woman emerged, making his heart suddenly cold.

He recalled the words of the Director Meng.

"My family named us hastily. I am the thirty-fourth child, so I was named Meng the Thirty-Fourth."

At that time, it didn’t seem significant,

But now, upon seeing the image transmitted back from the grim skeleton, seeing Meng Ershier sitting in the Douluo Palace....

Could it be.

This person is the source of the darkness enshrouding the entire Douluo Palace??

Zhang Fusheng felt a chill run up his spine.

Laying aside other thoughts.

This darkness makes the whole true Douluo Palace illuminated in only two places, one is the back hall lit by the fierce torchlight of the Human Race,

The other is the place of the Eight Trigrams Furnace—just a tiny space!!

Even the fiercely burning Six Ding Divine Fire beneath the Eight Trigrams Furnace can only illuminate a tiny space, dispersing just a slight, hard-to-trace darkness!

Furthermore, thinking about the darkness colors within everyone’s cause and effect in Gao Lao Village....

Who exactly is this Director Meng?

He has at least thirty-three siblings—probably thirty-three identical old women.

Zhang Fusheng’s scalp tingled.

As his expression fluctuated, Shi Tongming cautiously spoke up:

"Senior?"

Zhang Fusheng returned to his senses, giving the old monk a deep look, his gaze falling on the Six-Tusked White Elephant:

"The Six-Tusked White Elephant was once the mount of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. To have obtained one is indeed fortunate."

The old monk shivered, spoke respectfully:

"I wish to offer this elephant to the senior."

"Good."

The young man nodded slightly, saw the old monk timidly present the Six-Tusked White Elephant and did not refuse,

A Level 5 Star Beast on the Great Divine Power User level is much stronger than the Mixed-Blood Golden Crow I forcibly subdued before!

He reached out, gently stroked the head of the Six-Tusked White Elephant, using his own Buddhist Sect methods, vast Bodhi thoughts like an ocean descended,

Under the premise of the old monk voluntarily abandoning the Six-Tusked White Elephant and lifting the spiritual restraint,

Zhang Fusheng easily converted the unguarded Six-Tusked White Elephant for enlightenment and refuge.

The White Elephant roared to the sky, bent its two front legs and bowed, Brahma Sound resounded, the Buddha’s Light was brilliant, making the old monk feel shocked and agitated—

This mysterious old-world existence could actually have Buddhist Sect methods?

Just now, I indeed sensed the infinite pure thoughts, far purer than the Buddha thoughts I cultivated!

As thoughts swirled, the old monk swallowed and bowed again.

Zhang Fusheng gazed at him, spoke calmly:

"Shi Tongming, are you willing to stay by my side from now on?"

Shi Tongming’s body trembled and nodded repeatedly:

"At this moment, it’s my great vow as a small monk!"

As the words fell, no response came.

This Great Divine Power User subconsciously looked up, right into the deep eyes of the young man, reflecting the cause and effect of all worlds,

Within those eyes, a glimmer of golden light began to spread, initially like a Great Sun Golden Lamp and then transforming into an infinite solemn golden sea,

The brilliance was so intense that it stung the old monk’s eyes!

Fire Eyes Golden Gaze.

The current Zhang Fusheng has cultivated the first level of the Eight-Nine Mystical Skills, attaining a near-path body, making the use of the Fire Eyes Golden Gaze no longer as difficult as before.

The old monk shivered, seemingly understanding something, and gritted his teeth:

"As a small monk, I am willing to convert and seek refuge!"

The young man’s face, whose eyes were like a golden sea, finally revealed a smile, nodded slightly, and said "Good,"

Then, it was the surge of infinite Bodhi thoughts.

Even though the other person was a Great Divine Power User of many years, similarly,

Under the premise of voluntarily dropping the guard of the heart, under the flushing of the pure Bodhi thoughts, it was also little by little being converted.

Unknown how much time passed.

When the Bodhi thoughts permeated the last bit of Essence, Qi, and Spirit of the old monk, he already showed an expression of great purity, great joy, and great compassion,

Just clasped his hands together, saying with a word:

"Buddha’s compassion!"

"I am not Buddha in this body, so there’s no need to call me Buddha."

Zhang Fusheng spoke lightly, converting a Great Divine Power User and gaining a Six-Tusked White Elephant,

This joy finally alleviated much of the shadow cast by Director Meng.

Yet, the palpitations remained, without a hint of relaxation.

The matter is quite troublesome...

Zhang Fusheng furrowed his brow and paced for a long time, making a decision in his heart.

.........

Divine Realm, Eight Sceneries Palace.

Taking a glance at the meditation mat, hesitating a moment, he did not choose to convene the Great Heavenly Gathering; it was neither the time nor necessary.

Zhang Fusheng walked straight to the back hall, opened the Now Gate, gazing at the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Tower, called softly:

"Laojun, Laojun?"

For a moment,

The tower trembled, revolving Profound Yellow Qi flowed out, gathering into the form of Laojun.

He shook the horsetail whisk, slightly cupped his hands:

"What brings you here, Fellow Daoist Fusheng?"

Zhang Fusheng did not hide, briefly narrated the matters of Meng the Thirty-Fourth and Meng Ershier.

"This person’s darkness has caused the immense Douluo Palace to lose its color. Laojun, do you know the roots of this person?"

The Supreme Lord’s face showed amazement, his brow tightly furrowed:

"Is there really such a creature in the world?"

Zhang Fusheng reminded:

"Able to make Douluo lose color, as the owner of Douluo, do you have no clues at all?"

The Supreme Lord fell silent, seeming to ponder something,

Again, for a while,

He flicked the horsetail whisk, said solemnly:

"There isn’t entirely no clue, but if what I suspect is true, it may not be good to reveal it to you, Fellow Daoist."

"Oh?"

Zhang Fusheng’s eyes flickered, narrowed:

"Again because...?"

He patted his chest, hinting at the phrase ’Where there are words, they must be known.’

Laojun shook his head:

"No, it is if my guess is correct, if I rashly reveal his identity, it might awaken the Meng the Thirty-Fourth you speak of."