Secret Buyer

Chapter 648: Chapter 379: Suppressing All Buddhas, A Body Like Heaven’s Will (Part 1)

Now, He can easily wield all sorts of Supreme Treasures!

The Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle Iron quivered, shattering the Vajra’s Wrath Formation,

and then the Human Emperor’s Seal appeared, radiating vast heavenly light that collided with the Sumeru Buddha Land, causing a great roar!

The roar echoed across more than half of the World Plateau.

"Mercy, mercy."

Zhang Fusheng sighed lightly, letting go of the Supreme Treasure, stretching out his palm, and opening it.

Primordial Scripture, Heaven-Opening Chapter, the heavens and earth tilted.

Great Divine Techniques, the stars shifted.

Great Divine Techniques, manipulating creation.

Great Divine Techniques, Heaven and Earth!

Under the astonished gaze of many eyes, the World-Honored One Buddha grew a thousand feet tall in an instant, and in the next instant, with feet on the World Plateau, his head was already immersed in the starry sky,

and in the next instant,

the World-Honored One... was no longer visible.

Or rather.

The World Plateau could no longer contain the World-Honored One.

The mist covering the entire plateau temporarily dissipated, and the creatures on the plateau instinctively looked up,

and all who looked up could see the World-Honored One—

the entire mother star, and even the half-toppled Buzhou Mountain that supported it,

were held in the palm of the World-Honored One’s hand.

His face occupied all the skies of the forty-nine provinces and the World Plateau.

"Can human strength really become so majestic?" someone murmured.

In the next instant.

The sky collapsed.

Zhang Fusheng was holding up Buzhou, holding up the mother star, holding up the forty-nine provinces of the ancient world,

He was glaring, and so was the Tathagata glaring!

The stars of the whole Circulation shone,

and all his vast accumulation erupted at this moment, all visions followed, withering and flourishing, yin and yang, life and death, creation... all within one palm!

Thirty-six Dharma Guardian Great Vajras were instantly suppressed;

Sumeru Buddha Land tore apart under the giant palm;

Dragon Venerable King Buddha, Pure Buddha, Ten Treasures Buddha... a total of seven Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, all within that collapsing giant palm,

were forced to bear the weight of half of Mount Buzhou and the forty-nine provinces, their bodies disintegrating one by one,

flesh decayed, organs obliterated, leaving only white bones!

Then!

The white bones were fully enlightened into grim skeletons.

The only one left was Venerate Ah Nan.

"Roar!!"

Venerate Ah Nan roared, opening his eyes to the sky, advancing with aggression, roaring in defiance!

Like an indomitable defier of the heavens.

"Heaven’s will above... World-Honored One above." Su Qiansuan murmured as if in a dream.

Then.

The sky bowed its head.

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the terrified-looking Venerate Ah Nan, smiling and speaking:

"Ah Nan, you come just in time, since you bear the future Buddha’s destiny, then... convert."

The World-Honored One Buddha struck a second time, and heaven and earth went dark.

When the light returned, Venerate Ah Nan had disappeared, and the World-Honored One Buddha had also vanished.

The World Plateau seemed to have returned to tranquility,

Su Qiansuan, Golden Cicada, the great grievances of Nine Netherworld, looked at each other, speechless.

As for the Eastern Ten Provinces, they suddenly calmed down.

.........

The great universe.

Zhang Fusheng’s own great universe.

He gazed at Venerate Ah Nan within the purple-gold gourd, his heart slightly trembling; if he continued fighting... his cover would be blown.

He was not Ah Nan’s match.

But he had treasures, and countless Star Beasts inside the gourd.

At this moment, Venerate Ah Nan was being digested by the purple-gold gourd, his body already disintegrated, leaving only a bit of True Spirit,

but how to extract the future Buddha’s destiny from this bit of True Spirit?

How to convert Ah Nan?

Zhang Fusheng slightly furrowed his brow, gazing at the still indomitable Ah Nan in the purple-gold gourd, suddenly having an idea.

"Oh well."

He talked to himself:

"Might as well, complete the characteristics of a True Saint, Celestial Venerate in advance, and then... go to the Netherworld."

The stages of True Saint and Celestial Venerate, need to begin having one’s projection spread across all heavens and realms, to attempt controlling all heavens and realms,

Ah Nan might just be a trial point.

"To convert you, it’s hard, yet simple."

"Just bestow upon you a life full of suffering, and then, I’ll come to save you from suffering."

Zhang Fusheng smiled, using the purple-gold gourd to suppress Venerate Ah Nan’s consciousness,

quietly cast him into a star within his own great universe.

"First raise, then suppress, let you have a wonderful start......."

Zhang Fusheng spoke to himself, weaving memories for Ah Nan’s True Spirit.

.........

Open eyes.

Meng Ahnan rubbed his aching head, looking around in confusion—where is this?

Wasn’t he at a class reunion?

"Brother Ah Nan, you’re really awake?"

Zhang Zichong was clearly stunned for a moment, then quickly shut the door, blocking the biting cold wind outside:

"You’ve been unconscious for three days... Fortunately, the great monk of Shenhua Monastery was compassionate and medicated you, otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have made it through this winter!"

Shenhua Monastery?

Great monk?

Meng Ahnan’s face showed a puzzled look, with fragmented memories swirling.

Memories surfaced like waves of the tide,

past life shadows mixed with fragments of the present life, intertwined, confused.

New memories presented themselves before his eyes.

Meng Ahnan seemed like a spectator, hurriedly watching a movie, finishing these eighteen years of life.

"Longshan County, Baolin Town, Sheng Dynasty..."

"Did I time travel?"

He also remembered some of the memories of this body, both he and Zhang Zichong had just become tenant farmers in Master Cai’s family in the town,

Shenhua Monastery was a bustling temple not far from the town, frequented by many gentry from the county to burn incense.

"Here, a jacket!"

Zhang Zichong handed over a patched-up jacket, chattered on:

"The great monk who brought you back said you accidentally fell into the dry well in the monastery. It was only because the great monk brought you back that Master Cai allowed the steward to give you a single room to recover..."

After a pause,

he complained indignantly:

"Steward Li really has no conscience; the great monk said you’d wake up in three days, and yet he wants me to come and call you to work today... healing bones takes a hundred days!"

Meng Ahnan tugged at the corner of his mouth,

but the boy with the long narrow face didn’t give him a chance to speak,

Zhang Zichong spat:

"But it’s fine. Today they’re slaughtering a big dog; I heard we’ll be given two pieces of fragrant meat in the evening... Brother Ahnan, can you move?"

Meng Ahnan put on the jacket, got down to walk a couple of steps, bounced a little, and smiled:

"Seems like I’m all better now."

Zhang Zichong widened his eyes:

"The medicine from Shenhua Monastery is really miraculous!"

Meng Ahnan didn’t respond, an expression of deep thought flickered on his face. Nanhua Monastery, Shenhua Monastery, both dry wells...

He looked at Zhang Zichong and tentatively asked about Master Cai. During the idle chat, relevant information from the original body’s fragmented memory also surfaced.

Master Cai, the big landlord of Baolin Town, kept two or three hundred tenants, guards, and caretakers, one of the leading figures in town,

These tenant farmers like them had signed contracts with thumbprints, selling their bodies for ten years to work for the Cai family.

To put it nicely, it’s unpaid long-term labor,

to put it harshly, it’s serfdom.

"Brother Sheng, wrap the jacket tightly; it’s cold out in the fields."

Before leaving, Zhang Zichong reminded:

"In a few days, there’s going to be a blood and energy measurement, don’t catch a cold... having good strength and healthy blood allows you to become a martial farmer in the meat fields, I’ve heard it not only pays well but also gets you a big house..."

Meng Ahnan blinked, meat fields?

Martial farmer?

His head started to ache, the surfacing related memories were few, probably because the original body wasn’t too familiar with these things either.

Zhang Zichong smoothly pushed open the door of the thatched hut,

A biting cold wind blew in, stinging the cheeks painfully.

"Let’s go, Brother Ahnan, to the fields!" Zhang Zichong called cheerfully,

Meng Ahnan followed him blankly, suddenly feeling there seemed to be something in his arms, painfully pressing against his skin,

He instinctively took it out to look, it was... two small Buddha statues.

The first Buddha statue looked terrifying, with nine heads and twenty-seven faces, along with twenty-four arms and twelve feet,

As for the second Buddha statue, it looked much more pleasant, compassionate, pure, with something at its back like a wheel.

"Ah?"

Zhang Zichong leaned closer, curiously pointing at the second Buddha statue:

"Isn’t this the abbot of Shenhua Monastery? How did it get made into a statue?"

"Abbot?" Meng Ahnan’s heart was stirred.

"Yes,"

Zhang Zichong scratched his head,

"I get it, it must have been given to you by the abbot of Shenhua Monastery..."

Meng Ahnan raised an eyebrow, pondering thoughtfully.

If the second Buddha statue is the abbot, then who is the first one?

He stared fixedly at the terrifying first Buddha statue,

The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.

Why does it look like his own face?

Although the twenty-seven faces each had different expressions, the features, though, clearly resembled his own!

Meng Ahnan felt even more confused.

But... Shenhua Monastery, huh?

He thought he should take a look.

Meanwhile, at Shenhua Monastery.

The abbot quietly stood at the entrance of the monastery, exhaled and murmured to himself:

"The seed has been sown, now, we just wait for it to sprout."

"Iron law."

"In this world, time flows a thousand times faster than in the universe as we know it."

After setting down the iron law quietly,

Zhang Fusheng withdrew his thoughts— he had to go to the Netherworld.

But, manipulating other people’s lives and memories like this...

"I’ve ultimately become the kind of person I despise the most," Zhang Fusheng smiled lightly, his gaze suddenly turning chillingly cold.

Netherworld...

It’s time to flip the table.