The World Within the Book

"Could it be an illusion?"

The scene before them astonished the practitioners in the Bookstore! They stared at the phantom above the Diamond Sutra, unable to believe it.

"There are no fluctuations in Spiritual Power, so it shouldn't be an illusion," a highly skilled cultivator said with certainty after sensing it.

The projection is so close to everyone; if it's an illusion, then even if the caster is Spirit Saint, they wouldn't be able to avoid everyone's perception.

"Then what's going on here!"

This is truly Taidian everyone's imagination. A living person enters into something inexplicable and can move around inside. Everyone can feel that the background and characters inside are alive. It's just like a real world.

The problem is that the projection is very faint; everyone can see the bookshelf in the corner through it, and all the figures in the projection are Minimize countless times.

It felt like, like, a dream world.

"We can see the people inside, but they seem unable to see us," one of the practitioners said.

They had been gathered together for a short while, but the people inside seemed not to hear them and continued doing their own thing.

"In my opinion, this should be the world in that monk's dream, only presented in this way through the newly published book in the Bookstore," said an elderly cultivator, stroking his beard.

"It's possible. Look, this room is full of bald monks, and if you listen carefully, they seem to be chanting scriptures." One practitioner agreed and offered a new argument.

"So, this monk entered his own dream?" Some practitioners expressed disbelief, saying it was too absurd.

While the group of cultivators were discussing the sudden projection, Ma Feifei also paying attention to it, but his understanding differed from theirs.

"It actually ran into the world of the book, and even reflected it like Discharge. What does that mean?" Ma Feifei stroked his chin, pondering.

"Is this special effect inherent in Yellow Quality books, or is it only because Puzhi is a system-designated character that this happens?" Ma Feifei subconsciously picked up the Thousand Gold Formulas in front of him.

"If it's the former, then why didn't this situation occur with Thousand Gold Formulas?"

As the first book of Yellow Quality, Thousand Gold Formulas did not exhibit the same unusual phenomena as Puzhi when treating Zhou Zhuling, thus bringing Zhou Zhuling into the book.

"Has he entered the book?" Just as Ma Feifei was wondering, Yun Qingyang was also drawn over and asked Ma Feifei.

Clearly, she was also interested in this sudden and unusual phenomenon.

Ma Feifei nodded and said, "Yes, this projection is a scene from his book."

Yun Qingyang tilted his head, staring at the projection, and suddenly said, "Can I go in and take a look?"

Ma Feifei was taken aback, thought for a moment, and said, "It's not clear yet. We'll verify it later."

Ma Feifei needed to conduct an in-depth analysis of the Yellow Quality books, and the most direct way was to have someone else try it. If they couldn't enter, it meant that only quest characters could enter the world within the book; if they could, it proved that this was a new feature of the Yellow Quality books.

The appearance of this projection drew everyone's attention in the Bookstore, who watched the characters and plot unfold on the screen.

"Who are you?" In the projection, Three Thousand Buddhas formed a semicircle, facing west.

In the direction that All Buddhas face, there is a huge giant sitting on a lotus throne.

He sits in the lotus position with his legs crossed, his hands in the teaching mudra, and his face solemn.

Ma Feifei didn't know much, but he did know that this was the legendary Tathagata Buddha.

"This scene must be the Buddha preaching to Three Thousand Buddhas," Ma Feifei guessed.

At this moment, Puzhi seemed to have regained consciousness, but when he looked up and saw the sky full of All Buddhas, he was clearly shocked and stood there stunned.

"Who are you?" Buddha asked again when Puzhi remained silent.

"The new abbot of Leiyin Temple Puzhi." Puzhi suppressed his inner shock, put his hands together, and said.

"Then why have you come?" the Buddha continued to ask.

"Why did I come here?" Puzhi was somewhat bewildered. He didn't know why he had appeared in this place, nor why he had encountered countless monks who looked exactly like him. Moreover, Puzhi felt that these monks all possessed an extremely terrifying aura, an aura even more terrifying than that of a Spirit Saint!

"Impossible, are there really so many monks in the world who have achieved the supreme path?" Puzhi shook his head, trying to shake off the scene before him. He suspected that he was under an illusion.

"Puzhi, why have you come?" Buddha asked in his usual unhurried tone.

"It's all an illusion!" Puzhi closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and began chanting scriptures, as golden light gradually shone behind him.

"What is he doing?" The cultivators who had been watching from outside the projection were somewhat puzzled.

"What else could he have done? Didn't you see his expression just now? He must have thought he was under an illusion," one of the cultivators explained.

"Stop arguing, let's see what happens next." A cultivator spoke up, seemingly of high status. At his reprimand, everyone stopped discussing and focused their attention back on the projection.

Inside the projection, Puzhi continued chanting sutras, undisturbed by the Three Thousand Buddhas around him. Some wore smiles, others were solemn and dignified, some seemed lost in thought, and others closed their eyes to rest.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Puzhi finally stopped chanting, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the scene before him as before. His heart sank.

"It wasn't an illusion after all!"

"Puzhi, why have you come?" Buddha asked once again.

"Why does this feel a bit like an NPC?" Ma Feifei, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but complain. The Buddha kept repeating the same few lines over and over, without any variation, and his facial expression was completely blank. It was just like an NPC in a game. When you do a quest, the questions you're asked are always the same few. If you answer correctly, you can move on to the next round; if you answer incorrectly, the NPC will keep repeating the same question, just like the Buddha projected now. "I came seeking the Way."

At this moment, Puzhi in the projection finally answered the Buddha's question directly, clearly wanting to understand the current situation as well.

"What path do you seek?" the Buddha asked.

"The supreme fruition!" Puzhi's voice boomed like a bell, carrying a peculiar quality.

"I suddenly felt a tremor in my heart," the cultivator in the shop couldn't help but say.

"I feel the same way."

"I have one too."

For a moment, the Bookstore was filled with sounds of shock tinged with fear.

The conversation continued within the projection.

The Buddha raised his giant hand, pointing towards the Three Thousand Buddhas, and said, "Of the three thousand positions, you may choose one."

Puzhi glanced around, his face gradually revealing the smile he had shown earlier. He clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, what this humble monk wants, you cannot give."

The Buddha slowly lowered his hand, looked at Puzhi, and said, "What do you want?"

"What this humble monk desires is... for all living beings to submit to his feet!"