Before Li Huowang could answer, the slurping of noodles sounded again.
"Even if you want to become one, you can't. Jumping God Disciples are chosen by the immortals themselves. Getting into this line of work takes an opportunity," Li Zhi began to explain.
"Oh? If it's convenient, please tell me more." Hadn't he spent so long humoring this fellow precisely to better understand these matters?
In this unfamiliar world, the more thoroughly he understood things, the safer he would be.
Li Zhi waved his chopsticks through the air a few times. "To become a Jumping God Disciple, you have to fall seriously ill—the kind where you're nearly dead is best. If you're lucky, the immortals will visit you in a dream. They cure you, and afterward, as payment, you become their Jumping God Disciple."
"What do the immortals look like?"
Li Zhi fell into thought, as though recalling something. "How should I put it? Anyway, they don't look human."
Having said that, he used his chopsticks to fish for noodles in his bowl, only to find it empty. Li Zhi eagerly headed toward the pot again.
"They don't look human..." Li Huowang pondered. From what Li Zhi said, these immortals could communicate and trade. They were probably the same sort of things as Lord You.
The people here seemed to be actively or passively trading with and coming into contact with those things.
Li Huowang immediately recalled the writhing mass of flesh that was Zhengde Temple's "Great Buddha."
From men, to women, to livestock, and finally the "Great Buddha," the monks' cultivation method followed a gradual, step-by-step progression.
Then he thought of the abilities of those seven Buddhas before. They could grant Lord You flesh, while also growing thousand-handed masses of flesh themselves.
It was not difficult to conclude that