Who Is She If You're the Great Belly Buddha Ancestor?

The grand banquet ended quickly.

Hong Tianbao took Zhang Fusheng to meet one old friend or descendant of an old friend after another, as a way of introducing him to his apprentice and passing on his connections.

He personally saw off the numerous guests, and in full view of everyone, he arranged a time to visit Hu Zhongli at his home.

Zhang Fusheng kicked Zhang Xiaoxi, that good-for-nothing kid, out of the banquet hall again.

"Junior Brother Zhang, don't forget about me while you're busy paying your respects to Old Hu," Shen Baobao said before leaving.

He naturally agreed with a smile, already understanding the situation.

Ancient Sage Faction of the Confucian Sect

This Shen Baobao is a very good candidate. She holds a high position in the Ancient Sage Faction, and her real-world status is equally impressive.

If Zhang Fusheng intended to bring Elder Yu into the Gaotian Association, then he had plans to bring Shen Baobao into the Above High Heaven.

Of the four major religions—Buddhism and Daoism—whether it be Mount Ling, Mandala, East Cult, or Western Sect, some have already ascended to the Above High Heaven.

Zhang Fusheng didn't think much of the Myriad Gods Cult, but he felt he had to grasp Confucian Sect.

He watched Shen Baobao leave, deciding to quietly deliver the High Heaven Token to her that night. He then turned his gaze to his senior uncle.

Chen Qiusheng didn't stay any longer; he seemed to have received some news and left in a hurry.

Zhang Fusheng watched the other person's departing figure silently and smiled.

Competitors

If you eliminate all your competitors, won't you have no competitors left?

He sighed softly, but it was still a pity that he hadn't achieved his goal completely.

Zhang Fusheng only learned of Wang Tianlong and Lu Zheng's specific movements from He Gaozhuo, and he only killed those two people.

As for Second Master's unfilial disciple, Jin Qiuyue?

It will be difficult to find any trace of them in a short period of time.

Moreover, this time, everything was in the perfect storm – it was his own Apprenticeship Banquet, and even the West Cultist who were supporting Wang Tianlong and the others hadn't realized what was happening.

Next time, if you want to kill Jin Qiuyue?

That would be troublesome.

Second Master Uncle probably won't get involved much; the other side is eager to sever ties with this lineage, but as for those West Cultists...

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly again.

"We still need to find a chance to kill this Jin Qiuyue."

He muttered to himself:

"In that case, all the West Cultist will have no choice but to support me."

Zhang Fusheng understood perfectly well that the Western Sect also had factions, and he was on Miss Mingyue's side.

Behind Wang Tianlong and Jin Qiuyue are different Western Sect factions.

What if in the end, only you are left?

Those two factions are also coming to find him.

At that time, one's status will naturally rise, and one will even be able to make exorbitant demands for many items!

For example, a massive amount of Star Beast Meat.

For example, enough Natural Great Medicine to thoroughly excavate all the secrets of the internal organs in one go!

What he lacks now is this thing. As long as he has enough Natural Great Medicine, he can use the cultivation time he gets through the trade to reach the peak of Martial Arts Master in one go!

Even, a Grandmaster—no, Great Grandmaster.

"Just one step away from becoming Great Grandmaster."

Back in the back room.

"From now on, cultivate yourself diligently."

In the back room, Hong Tianbao held Zhang Fusheng's hands and spoke solemnly.

"I can still protect you for a while, but only for a while."

"The hardships and obstacles that follow will have to be overcome by yourself!"

Zhang Fusheng solemnly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

Sincerely.

The time I spent with my master was actually not very long.

But his master's feelings for him were genuine—to be honest, in today's sick world, this is something that cannot be described by the word "rare".

"You led me onto Entering the Dao path."

He said it this way, using the word "Dao Path" rather than simply "led me into the path".

Hong Tianbao was stunned for a moment, then stroked his long beard with satisfaction, but his expression suddenly became solemn.

"In a little while, you and your two senior sisters will be going to see your grandmaster."

He beckoned, summoning Chen Yuque and Lin Dongxi.

Zhang Fusheng was somewhat curious:

"Isn't it tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is for listening to sermons and learning the Dharma; today is for offering sacrifices."

"Offering sacrifices?"

Lin Dongxi, standing to the side, asked in confusion:

"Paying homage to the ancestral master?"

Hong Tianbao almost lost his temper and gave Lin Dongxi a smack on the head:

"Your grandmaster is still alive!"

He exhaled, his expression turning solemn, and his voice lowering:

"Never forget the essence of our lineage."

Zhang Fusheng felt a chill run down his spine.

Yes.

Ultimately, their lineage consists of members of a cult—even though, according to their master, they have already left the cult, they still have an unclear and ambiguous relationship with the Lingshan lineage.

Hong Tianbao spoke in a low voice:

"The one we are to worship is the last True God of the Lingshan lineage."

The three siblings exchanged glances.

The last True God of the Lingshan lineage?

Zhang Fusheng seemed lost in thought:

"Master, do you mean that the decline of the Lingshan lineage actually began with the decline of the All Gods in Different Dimension?"

Hong Tianbao nodded slightly:

"Otherwise, how could such a vast Spirit Mountain System have withered to this extent in just a few decades?"

He sighed softly:

"To be honest, although we have left the sect, we are still people of Mount Ling."

"If you ever hope to glimpse the great path and break through to the Innate Realm, you will undoubtedly need the help of that last deity of Mount Ling."

Zhang Fusheng's expression was extremely solemn. Indeed, to break through to the Innate Great Realm, one must be guided by a deity from Different Dimension.

Normally, it refers to a deity from Different Dimension anchored in a specific scenario.

But it could also be other deities.

Zhang Fusheng couldn't help but ask:

"Master, who is the last revered deity of the Lingshan lineage?"

The master shook his head:

"I dare not speak presumptuously. That revered deity is currently worshipped day and night by your grandmaster. He is an ancient and powerful being."

A look of awe appeared on the fat old man's face.

"Other deities might occasionally issue one or two Divine Oracle, but that supreme deity is so powerful that he can issue Divine Oracle almost every so often!"

Zhang Fusheng's expression hardened.

An ancient god?

How old is it?

He then thought of the Dimensional Convergence Point, and the fact that his master was suspected of plotting to Ascension to Divinity. Could this be supported by some revered deity?

There must be.

Since the rise and fall of a sect is determined by the number of deities in Different Dimension.

Then, that deity must want to add more gods.

Enough with the small talk.

Hong Tianbao sighed and said softly:

"I will now take you to our grandmaster to complete the ancestral worship. Your eldest and second grandmaster's disciples have already completed this step."

After pausing, he cautioned:

"Remember, you must be reverent and not speak of it."

"You have all received divine gifts!"

Zhang Fusheng, Chen Yuque, and Lin Dongxi exchanged glances.

Chen Yuque's expression was a little strange.

Piety?

She glanced at her Junior Disciple Brother subconsciously, then quietly lowered her head.

The true god of this world

It's right in front of me.

Praise be to the Central Extreme Cult Master, the Great Emperor of the Underworld, Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate!

Afternoon.

The rain has stopped.

Hong Tianbao arrived at Ninth District with his three apprentices—that's right.

The true residence of that grandmaster was actually in the Ninth District.

"Your parents are still in Seventh District, aren't they?"

Along the way, the fat old man casually asked:

"Why don't you let them move to the Upper-Level District?"

"Preparing."

Zhang Fusheng replied;

"My dad's situation is a bit special; he's Night Watchman at the Investigation Bureau. I'm planning to ask my second uncle for a favor and get my dad's position transferred."

"The Night Watchman?"

Hong Tianbao was somewhat surprised, clearly aware of this retirement position:

"So that's how it was."

As they spoke, the group of four arrived outside a small hut.

Zhang Fusheng raised his head and glanced at the gradually dissipating dark clouds. He sensed that the Ghastly Skeleton had also arrived at the Waiting Area.

"You all wait outside," Hong Tianbao instructed. "I'll go see your grandmaster first."

"As I said before, you must not be impolite during the worship ceremony later!"

The three nodded hurriedly, watching the fat old man enter the small house. Zhang Fusheng lowered his eyelids slightly, his thoughts already settling on that distant, Ghastly Skeleton.

Right now, in the Waiting Area.

The skeleton, draped in a black robe, walked out of the Waiting Area and entered the desert.

It began to speed away.

In no time at all, they had arrived at a Black Market.

"Have we had guests?"

The old man tapped his pipe on the table, curiously examining the guest who was shrouded in a black robe from head to toe.

A slight chill ran through him.

This guy has a strange aura about him.

Gloomy, deathly silent, and cold.

There was no sign of life in him, just like a dead person?

The old man's expression became more cautious, and he asked:

"Sir, what would you like to buy?"

The man in the black robe looked at the old man, and a strange and unique sound came from under his hood, sounding like the strange noise of two bones rubbing and colliding with each other.

"Smuggling."

The black-robed man's shrill, unique voice pierced the old man's ears:

"Smuggling themselves into Jiangzhou City."

Since it wasn't Zhang Fusheng's own body, remote control was still somewhat difficult.

Jiangzhou??

The old man's expression suddenly turned serious:

"That place is off-limits, sir. Are you sure?"

"Sure."

The man in black robes spoke coldly.

The old man pulled out an abacus from somewhere, tapped and fiddled with it for a while, and then said thoughtfully:

"Normally, smuggling yourself to a lower-level city only requires ten pseudo-souls, but Jiangzhou is a special case."

He thought of the four large doses of medicine he had lost, and his heart ached slightly. He gritted his teeth and held up five fingers:

"Five thousand pseudo-souls, don't think it's too expensive!"

The old man said earnestly:

"To be honest with you, just getting the connections in order to quietly restart the route to Jiangzhou would cost me at least a thousand pseudo-souls."

"The remaining four thousand is because I'm taking on a huge risk. This price isn't expensive, is it?"

"Not expensive."

The man in black robes spoke in a sinister tone and took a step forward:

"But... I... have no money."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage. "Damn it! Another freeloader?"

Do you really think I'm an easy target?

He rolled up his sleeves, when suddenly a gust of wind blew, causing his black robe to flutter and the hood to open slightly.

It revealed the pale, eerie skeleton.

The old man paused for a moment.

The man in black tilted his head and asked calmly:

"What are you up to?"

The old man glanced at his rolled-up sleeves and gave a dry laugh:

"It's a bit hot, a bit hot, haha."

He changed the subject, becoming incredibly enthusiastic:

"My friend, the moment I saw you, I felt an instant connection with you. It's as if we've known each other for ages, a true blessing to have met sooner!"

"Let's not talk about money, I'll pay, I'll pay!"

The old man patted his chest loudly, but his voice sounded somewhat aggrieved.

Recent.

What is going on??

You son of a bitch!

My money! My soul!

The old man patted his chest, his smile more like a grimace.

Chongyang City, Ninth District.

At Hong Tianbao's invitation, the three entered the small house.

The room was simple, with a wooden table, a short chair, a cup of tea, and an incense burner.

"Greetings, Grandmaster."

The three men bowed to the old man simultaneously. Yuan Feidao slowly opened his eyes, gazed at the three young men, and nodded slightly.

"He does look more upright than Chen Qiusheng's and Chen Daoling's disciples."

He stood up leisurely, and on the wooden table in front of him was an incense burner, from which wisps of smoke rose.

Zhang Fusheng looked at his grandmaster whom he had met yesterday. The old man did not look dignified; on the contrary, he exuded a kind of compassion, just like his master.

But this compassion is quite strange.

It's hard to explain, hard to define.

"Come with me."

The old man said slowly and deliberately:

"This is the last revered deity of my Lingshan lineage."

He led the three of them into the inner room, his tone slow and calm:

"Since we are worshipping the revered deity, we should be extremely respectful."

"The supreme deity will open its eyes, will gaze upon you, and may even issue Divine Oracle," Yuan Feidao said.

The three siblings responded, their hearts tightening.

Will God open His eyes and cast His gaze upon us?

Each of them was preoccupied with their own thoughts, and they followed the old man into the dimly lit inner room.

Yuan Feidao manipulated the mechanism, and the wall slowly parted, revealing the shrine enshrined within.

The shrine was not large.

There is a small Buddha statue enshrined inside, and in front of the Buddha statue is a solemn memorial tablet.

Zhang Fusheng's eyes widened.

The Buddha statue has its eyes closed, is depicted as laughing heartily, and has an unusually large belly.

And on that memorial tablet...

It consists of the four characters "[Great Belly Buddha Ancestor]".

If this is the Great Belly Buddha Ancestor, and if the Great Belly Buddha Ancestor exists in Different Dimension, then who is she?

He glanced at Lin Dongxi, whose eyes widened in surprise.

'Buzz!'

The Buddha statue opened its eyes.

(P. S.: I feel a connection with all of you who voted for me this month.)