Master, You're Old-Enjoy Your Retirement

Longzhou City.

"Amitabha!"

As the chanting began, Shi Zhengyuan slowly turned around and looked at the eighteen people in front of him.

These,

It included almost all the respectable Remnant of Spirit Mountain lineage within the entire Golden Province.

The weak are grandmasters, the strong Great Grandmaster.

"How many years has it been?" an old man sighed softly. "I never thought we'd get together again. We're all homeless."

His gaze fell upon Shi Zhengyuan:

"But now that a Buddhist kingdom still exists, we may well be able to strengthen Mount Ling once again!"

Shi Zhengyuan nodded slightly. He had been lying low for many years, and the only person who knew his whereabouts was Hong Tianbao, who had left the sect.

The reason we have chosen to step back onto the stage, and even to raise the flag, is because of Above High Heaven.

He suddenly regained his confidence.

"A price to pay."

Shi Zhengyuan's gaze swept over the eighteen people, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"A gift."

The eighteen grandmasters and Great Grandmaster looked at each other in bewilderment. The elder at the head of the group said in a deep voice:

"Zhengyuan, the scene you described is indeed too unbelievable. Exchange Heaven and Dao? This..."

"Incredible."

After a pause, the old man named Shi Rulong continued:

"Why not make a deal with the person you speak of, pay the price, and let him give the suppressed Venerable Ones..."

'Buzz!'

The Nine-Ringed Zen Staff appeared in Shi Zhengyuan's hand at some point, and the staff was placed on Shi Rulong's head.

Shi Zhengyuan stared at him, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"If there is any further disrespect..."

"I should kill you."

His tone was calm, without any hint of murderous intent, but suddenly lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky outside the window.

Heavy, dark clouds rolled and churned, pressing down on the city as if to crush it.

This is his Buddhist kingdom.

A few beads of cold sweat appeared on Shi Rulong's forehead. He put his hands together and chanted, "Forgive me, forgive me."

Shi Zhengyuan put away his Nine-Ringed Zen Staff and calmly spoke:

"Gentlemen, you should think about what price you'd be willing to pay."

"You've all lived in seclusion in cities for decades; there's no way you haven't accumulated anything, is there?"

He looked around:

"I know you all don't quite believe me yet, but when that day comes, everything will be clear."

After a moment of silence, the eighteen grandmasters and Great Grandmaster from various cities clasped their hands together and bowed slightly to Shi Zhengyuan.

"Amitabha!"

"You big idiot!"

Eight Sceneries Palace.

Zhang Fusheng cursed, then a look of confusion immediately appeared on his face. Since at this moment, the Divine Realm was connecting with the Different Dimension...

If one were to purchase Spiritual Cultivation spanning decades or even centuries, would time itself still pass by?

He didn't know.

Lowering his head and placing his hands on the prayer mat, Zhang Fusheng attempted to utilize his divine abilities.

Touch the Void.

The feel in my hand hasn't changed much.

But in an instant.

'Thump!'

A muffled thud seemed to explode in his heart and mind.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly felt a cold sweat pour down his face.

With a gritted teeth, he hugged the prayer mat tightly and unleashed his Sixteen-Foot True Body!

Two million jin of force erupted.

But the prayer cushion remained motionless and could not be moved at all.

"Touch the Void."

He murmured to himself, thought for a moment, then sat upright on the futon and once again unleashed his ability to Touch the Void.

It felt as if I were sitting upright on a real eight-scenery meditation cushion.

But for some reason, I still didn't notice any changes.

The Touch the Void seems to be ineffective within the Eight Sceneries Palace?

I still haven't truly grasped the Eight Sceneries Palace?

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a long time before walking to the back of the Dao Palace and standing in front of the three doors. He first went to the Gate of the Past and used his divine powers to try to push it open, but there was still no response.

Even as you peer through the crack in the door, the view behind it changes according to your thoughts.

"Is there really no difference at all?"

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself in confusion as he walked to the [Gate of the Present].

Approaching.

Behind the door, I was still alone.

It's now.

"Touch the Void."

He placed his hands on the door, unable to move. He tried to insert his fingers through the crack, but the adhesive, impenetrable transparent barrier remained.

But I don't know if it's just my imagination.

The barrier doesn't seem that large [insurmountable].

Mental interference with reality.

Zhang Fusheng's figure slowly became transparent.

Correspondingly, the person on the other side of the door also slowly becomes transparent.

This time, he saw other things behind the door.

Things are different now.

It's really different now!!

Zhang Fusheng felt a chill run down his spine. The scene Gate of the Present wasn't the same as what was behind him; rather, something else had appeared!

It's like a mirror standing in an empty living room. The living room is clearly empty, but the reflection in the mirror shows a living room filled with furniture.

There's a creepy, eerie feeling to it.

Through the crack, Zhang Fusheng held his breath and glimpsed that the view inside was still the same as outside.

But inside the 'outer hall',

A small table had appeared in the very center.

I peered intently through the crack in the door; on each of the three sides of the table was a futon.

On the table were three small items and three cups of tea.

Each small item and cup of tea was placed opposite a futon.

A small pagoda, a jade ruyi (a type of scepter), and a small sword about the size of an index finger.

Zhang Fusheng adjusted his angle and peered into the walls on both sides of the quiet room; they were both empty.

Why are they different?

He stared intently at the table, at the three futons, and at the three still steaming cups of tea, and couldn't help but swallow.

Three people once sat around a small table.

He was likely the owner of the pagoda, the jade ruyi, and the sword.

"If the door on the left leads to the past, then the door in the middle leads to the present."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly had an idea.

"Wouldn't it be?"

"On the other side of the door lies the true [Eight Sceneries Palace]?"

"The Eight Sceneries Palace is not located in Different Dimension!"

Zhang Fusheng was horrified, yet felt it was only natural; the Eight Sceneries Palace had no deities residing there who had usurped divine positions, and it was impossible to Touch the Void in reverse.

Add to that the view behind this Gate of the Present.

This clearly indicates that the real Eight Sceneries Palace is right behind the gate.

As for the table, the cushion, and the things on the table, why weren't they reflected here?

"Could it be that his position is too high, so high that..."

"Unable to be reflected?"

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, roughly guessing what those three things were.

Let me pass.

Let me through!!

He pried open the door crack for a long time, but gave up and returned empty-handed.

Returning to the front palace, Zhang Fusheng plopped down on a prayer mat, glanced down, then glanced again, and suddenly said with disdain:

"The fact that you can be reflected here suggests that your status isn't that high after all."

Futon:?

Evening.

It's raining outside.

Hong Tianbao put on a raincoat, his figure blurred and became transparent, and quietly walked out of the house.

One, two, three.

One by one, the martial artists monitoring this place had their necks snapped. Even the martial artists who had set up thermal imaging cameras on high-rise buildings several kilometers away, pointing towards the old man's residence, had their necks snapped as well.

It's quiet now.

Hong Tianbao looked up and glanced at them; the Sky Eye Satellite didn't seem to react.

This is not Jiangzhou.

The Sky Eye Satellite is not so easy to access.

His figure was solid Hong Tianbao he walked silently in the rain, yet the raindrops seemed to pass right through him.

It's like...

He is a ghost that does not exist in this world.

The seventh move: Form and Spirit, Bone Dispersion.

From the light of life, the new death, the giants, to the bloodshed, the decay, the beasts, and finally the scattered bones and the [ancient tomb].

The fat old man had already thoroughly mastered and implemented the Eight Forms of Body and Spirit.

They quietly arrived at the second district, at the hotel Lin Dongxi had mentioned—a hotel built with special materials.

It's impossible to scan with divine sense; that would make a sound and alert the enemy.

The rain was getting heavier.

Hong Tianbao silently took off his raincoat, his already obese body now appearing even more bloated.

With a resolute and tragic air, he entered the hotel and took the elevator.

Finally, I stood in front of a guest room.

'Knock knock knock'

He knocked on the door three times, bent over, gathered his strength, his Mental Intent swirling with thoughts, Blood Qi Beacon surging behind him!

'Squeak~'

The door opened.

A familiar face appeared before my eyes.

"Master, it's been a long time."

The apprentice stepped forward and gently hugged the fat old man, whose body was tense and who was ready to fight to the death.

The old man was bewildered, his muscles, which had been as hard as iron, slowly softened. He reached out and gently patted his apprentice's back.

"It's good that you're alive."

There were no many words, no excessive small talk, and certainly no weeping.

The master and apprentice silently entered the room and quietly closed the door.

Inside the room.

Hong Tianbao saw Lin Dongxi with a head full of bumps, and Chen Yuque with a complicated expression, but...

Niu Dali be seen.

Where is your Eldest Senior Brother?

The old man spoke softly, glancing sideways at the handsome young man, who shook his head:

"After the Jiangzhou catastrophe, we got separated. My Second Senior Sister and I sneaked into the Waiting Area, where we happened to meet my Third Senior Sister."

Zhang Fusheng said sadly:

"Eldest Senior Brother, Eldest Senior Brother might..."

Hong Tianbao gently patted his shoulder.

The four people sat down.

For a moment, no one was speechless.

"It's good that everyone is alive."

The fat old man suddenly spoke, his voice trembling slightly, but with a bright smile on his face, as he shakily took out a White Bone Lotus Seed from his pocket.

He presented the lotus seeds to his young apprentice.

"This is a Heavenly Elixir, prepared specifically for you. Consuming it will add a century's worth of Mental Accumulation, perhaps helping you reach the [Minor Perfection] level."

The old man looked solemn:

"Then, you shall leave this place, leave Chongyang City, and go to the most remote place, and never come back."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. He recognized the White Bone Lotus Seed; Old Shi had given him one before.

A century of Mental Accumulation may mean little to oneself, but what about to others?

Zhang Fusheng's gaze toward his master became somewhat complicated.

He shook his head:

"Master, we don't plan to leave. I heard from my junior sister that there's some kind of competition, and I want to go."

"Foolish!"

The fat old man got angry:

"How long have you been on the path of cultivation? Is this something you can interfere with? Your eldest uncle's disciples are all Martial Arts Master, and your second uncle's disciple is a vicious person who is always thinking about killing his master. And what about you?"

He scolded:

"Fusheng, I know you have talent, but that's precisely why you need time to accumulate and develop it."

As he continued cursing, the old man suddenly became dejected:

"In the end, it's because I couldn't protect you anymore."

"The competition will take place next year."

"But if you stay in Chongyang City, you might not live to see next year."

A voice filled with melancholy echoed in the room. Zhang Fusheng looked at the fat old man and sighed softly.

"Master."

He said calmly:

"My cultivation has progressed rapidly."

"I know!" the fat old man shouted sternly, "Yes, that's right, you recently completed the Fifth Refinement and even achieved the Giant Contemplation!"

"This speed is incredibly fast, truly unparalleled!"

"But what can we do about it?"

Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi's expressions became somewhat strange.

Hong Tianbao still looked disappointed and scolded:

"In spiritual practice, the greatest taboo is arrogance and impatience. Do you really think your two senior uncles' disciples are easy to get along with? You really are."

The fat old man's voice abruptly stopped.

He saw that his young apprentice's body was emitting tangible Blood Qi Beacon.

Behind him, the Blood Qi Beacon coalesced into a phantom sun.

"I am already Martial Arts Master."

Zhang Fusheng spoke softly:

"The spleen is opened with two shackles, and the secretions are dug out twice."

Hong Tianbao stared blankly at the Qi and Blood sun, the words of his curse stuck in his throat.

A long silence followed.

He spoke curtly:

"Among your two senior uncles' disciples, there are top-tier masters who have opened up five internal organs!"

Zhang Fusheng smiled but didn't offer any further explanation:

"Please trust me this once, okay?"

"In addition."

He clasped his hands together and stared at the stubborn, fat old man:

"I would like to hear your explanation of this so-called competition."

The old man paused for a moment, then did not answer.

He suddenly made his move!

The fist and palm struck Zhang Fusheng's face with exquisite control of force, precisely hitting the second level of his body!

Zhang Fusheng blocked it with one hand.

'Thump!'

A muffled sound echoed inside the room.

Hong Tianbao threw a second punch, this time with the force of opening up his three internal organs, and even accompanied by a glint of divine light in his eyes!

'When!!'

An even more violent roar erupted, and a fierce wind swept through the room. Apart from the wooden chairs beneath them, all the other furniture was suddenly torn apart, and even the walls, made of a special material, trembled slightly!

Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi retreated step by step.

Hong Tianbao's eyes widened, his breathing quickened, and he suddenly stood up, about to throw his third punch!

A huge hand pressed down on his shoulder.

The old man was slowly and carefully made to sit down.

"You're not young anymore."

The giant, who was sixteen feet tall and whose skin radiated Buddha-nature Golden Light, could barely stand in the three-meter-high room by bending over.

His huge hand rested on the old man's shoulder, while the old man sat there blankly.

The sixteen-foot giant smiled and said:

"From now on, leave the fighting and killing to us apprentices."

"You should enjoy your retirement."