Madly Growing Stronger, I Return to the Mortal World Transformed
Amidst swirling mist and flowing chaotic energy, an old man slowly emerged, his form ethereal yet exuding an aura of unfathomable power.
The Divine Walker, his expression changing, and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture:
"Are you the True Person that the Buddhist disciple speaks of?"
Having just received the payment from the dozen or so great masters from Shi Zhengyuan's side, the True Person stood quietly, their barely perceptible joy hidden in their eyes.
The gains were enormous.
Old Shi's place has over ten great masters who contributed six hundred years of spiritual cultivation, three martial arts techniques at the level of combining intention and qi, and an extremely special 'talent'.
It is the [Om] syllable that was imprinted in the mind and spirit of a certain great master from birth.
The [Om] of Om Mani Padme Hum is one of the six secret mantras of Buddhism, and is the innate supernatural Divine Ability of that great master.
But somehow, the other party chose to offer this as a price.
Zhang Fusheng composed himself and gazed at the Buddhist monk, the Withered Woman, and the solemn-looking Divine Walker.
He nodded slightly and said calmly:
"I have arrived as promised."
A solemn and dignified voice echoed within the quiet room. Whether it was an illusion or not, this Divine Walker from the Celestial Person realm felt...
The [True Person] I see is clearly standing right in front of me, yet seems to come from the future?
He rubbed his eyes, somewhat dazed, before looking at the True Person again.
The True Person is still standing in front of me.
But it's not just about the present, but also about the future, even in the blink of an eye.
In a daze, he saw a glimpse of the future, where True Person sat cross-legged.
Before him, the True Person sat cross-legged.
"One price, one blessing."
Two overlapping voices rang out simultaneously, one in the present moment, the other a breath from now in the future.
The hands that Divine Walker trembled slightly, and his heart pounded wildly. This True Person was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
His every move was related to the "future"!!
This is truly unbelievable.
He took a deep breath; the Buddhist disciple had already spoken to him about various things.
But now that he had actually seen the legendary True Person, even with his Celestial Person -level State of Mind, he was still slightly disturbed.
This is someone who can question the heavens above.
"Constitution."
This great Celestial Person, who was in charge of overseeing the entire Golden Province within the Mandala System, stood up.
His hunched back straightened, and his whole body shone with a faint golden light, accompanied by the sound of a resounding bell and the chanting of three hundred Brahma Chant.
The Divine Walker, finding it difficult to look directly at this towering True Person, but he stubbornly refused to bow his head and said in a deep voice:
"I am willing to sacrifice my special physique—[Innate Vajra Body]—in exchange for the qualification to Exchange Heaven and Dao."
Vajra is one of the Fruit Position in Buddhism. Above Vajra is Arhat, and above Arhat is Bodhisattva.
The True Person gazed at him and nodded slightly.
"Approved."
Light and shadow outline the agreement; the contract has been established.
The brilliant golden light emanating from the old man vanished, True Person retreated into the chaotic mist, disappearing along with the thick fog.
The quiet room fell silent.
For a long time.
"My innate indestructible body," the Divine Walker, looking at his palms, "Has truly vanished."
"It's as if it never existed."
The Buddhist disciple frowned and stared at him:
"What happened to the promise of three hundred years of spiritual cultivation as the price?"
The old man glanced at the Buddhist disciple and smiled kindly:
"I Innate Vajra Body. Now that I am a [Buddhist Vajra], this innate physique is useless to me. Wouldn't it be better to give it up as a price?"
The Buddhist disciple gave a faint hum:
"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"
The old man paused for a moment, then nodded slightly:
"Indeed, there were thoughts of taking shortcuts, and there was indeed a desire to explore the Above High Heaven."
He put his hands behind his back and said calmly:
"There's only so much naturally born Vajra beings. If someone in the world suddenly possesses a naturally Vajra body, we can immediately find some clues, right?"
"At least, at least."
The old man sighed and spoke in a low voice:
"At least, we can find someone favored by that one you speak of, Above High Heaven."
The Buddhist disciple stared at him for a long time before speaking:
"By testing that supreme being, you will surely face a calamity."
The old man smiled indifferently:
"For the sake of Buddha."
So what if it's a calamity?
"Without experiencing countless tribulations and hardships, how can I attain the true Fruit Position, how can I achieve enlightenment?"
He clasped his hands together and sighed, " By the Mahakala above."
At the same time.
The Great Celestial Venerable, who had seen everything through the High Heaven Token in the Buddha's arms, chuckled.
"How cunning."
The smile on his face vanished.
As the Gaotian Association grew and expanded, those with ulterior motives, even those audacious enough to test or scheme against the [Heavenly Venerable], became increasingly rare.
There will be more and more.
He thought of the Buddhist monk's words.
Those who test the Heavenly Venerable will surely suffer calamity.
"That's a good idea."
Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, but he clearly lacked the corresponding ability in his current state—he thought of the [True Saint of One Qi] technique passed down by his grandmaster.
This method, if explored in depth, involves the Path of Karma.
He took a Pure Qi.
The thought sank into the Ancestral Aperture between the eyebrows and was gently flicked.
The mantra of Om, the three True Intention martial arts techniques, and the innate Vajra body all quietly merged into his body.
The three True Intention techniques— Heavenly Crippling Kick, Blood Fiend Fist, and Soul Stabilizing Finger —were first integrated with oneself.
A tingling, itchy sensation spread through his feet, his strength surged, and between his fists and fingers, a thick, blood-red aura and True Intention capable of piercing the Soul Spirit and severing divine consciousness emerged.
The immense force of 50 million jin in human form expanded to 53 million jin.
"Each True Intention martial skill adds a million pounds of strength to me; this is the benefit of my Flesh and Blood Divine Body —the removal of limitations."
While Zhang Fusheng was excited, he also felt a little regretful. If he had only combined those twelve martial arts techniques now, he could have gained more than ten million jin of strength!
"The power in the second form already exceeds 50,000 tons, which is at least comparable to that of a large-scale being at the level of Spiritual Furnace Fire, and most likely far surpasses them."
Zhang Fusheng held his breath and concentrated, and his naturally indestructible body slowly merged with his skin, flesh, blood, and bones.
'Buzz!'
His heartbeat became vigorous, each beat like an old monk striking an ancient bell.
The sounds of blood flowing and bones grinding together also evoked the Brahma Chant!
Looking inward, one can perceive that every drop of blood has turned golden, its brilliant light even penetrating the blood vessels and skin, reflecting outwards!
Within a small area, a dazzling golden glow was reflected.
"This is... the Buddhist Vajra?"
He spoke softly, his throat resonating with Buddhist Rhyme, his voice carrying a solemn and dignified Dharma flavor, his words blossoming like lotus flowers!
The power is still surging.
The strength of 53 million jin has been increased to 80 million jin!
That is, 40,000 tons!
True liberation.
Zhang Fusheng swelled and grew larger, transforming into Sixteen-Foot True Body, with two horns growing on his forehead, his body becoming an indestructible vajra, and his strength reaching eighty thousand tons!
A terrifying mass accumulated within his sixteen-foot-tall body; he simply unleashed his full power, no longer restrained, no longer restricted.
The sheer power was so immense that it caused the surrounding space to warp almost imperceptibly!
"King Kong."
Zhang Fusheng carefully sensed that the Sixteen-Foot True Body combined with the Vajra physique, although not as powerful as a true Buddhist Vajra, had already elevated him to a new level!
"If I had to say that a moment ago, without using my Divine Realm cultivation, I could only contend with Great Grandmaster at the Qi and Blood Furnace Fire level."
"Now then"
The sixteen-foot-tall Vajra spoke in a deep voice, and between his lips and teeth, a dazzling light bloomed into a golden lotus.
"Now, relying solely on my physical strength, I can easily crush a Grandmaster of Qi and Blood!"
"If I were to add a Grandmaster of Divine Spirituality to the list, I might be able to kill him too!"
The deep chanting of Brahma Chant echoed within the Dao Palace, yet it did not seem abrupt. The Eight Sceneries Palace did not reject the Buddha Light and Brahma Chant.
"It's not over yet!"
The secret mantra of Om is integrated into the body.
'Buzz!'
My mind and vision were completely filled with a huge syllable [Om]. The Six-Syllable Mantra has wondrous uses.
The syllable [Om] that manifests at this moment can suppress Soul Spirit and also enlighten living beings.
Furthermore, one can concentrate all one 'Essence, Qi, and Spirit into the syllable [Om], manifesting it as a means of killing!
"Om!!!"
Zhang Fusheng's words flowed like a lotus flower.
Like ten thousand great bells ringing at the same time, like the heavens and earth shaking together, like a Vajra guardian of the Buddhist realm standing on the clouds, glaring angrily!
First, lotus flowers appeared in the void, then suddenly shattered, sweeping in all directions!
Zhang Fusheng's appearance grew increasingly solemn and dignified, yet his mind and thoughts remained dominated by the syllable "Om."
He realized that this secret was gradually transforming and influencing him, leading him to truly convert!
"Take refuge in Buddhism."
Zhang Fusheng tried to suppress the syllable "Om" in his mind, but failed. This secret syllable was extremely yang and strong, and could not be suppressed!
He sneered. No wonder the high-ranking official who followed the Old Shi was so eager to strip away this innate secret as a price.
Zhang Fusheng turned around and plopped down on the prayer mat.
"The Dao Ancestor granted me the title of Taiqing, Taiqing transformed into Laozi, and Laozi transformed into Tathagata!"
"I am the Tathagata, to whom shall I take refuge!"
He—He.
He asked the syllable "Om" in his mind.
The [Om] that was originally untamable, uncontrollable, and inviolable has become obedient and docile.
That sense of immersion, that subtle influence and transformation, has also quietly dissipated.
The Celestial Venerable opened his eyes and looked inward at himself.
Why does he appear even more dignified and solemn?
He murmured:
"Could I really ascend to the Buddha Heavenly Position? Then am I a Daoist or a Buddha?"
Whispers echoed.
It seems I've embarked on a strange path.
Dao Path Daoism and the path of Buddhism, possessing both the qualities to truly become a celestial being and the appearance to truly become a Buddha.
Perhaps, we should also add [the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate].
Whether it's good or bad remains to be seen.
After glancing at the Contract Book, which mentioned 1,800 years of spiritual cultivation, Zhang Fusheng grinned and looked up.
The gates of the Dao Palace suddenly swung open.
The Celestial Venerable Dao Palace and descends upon the mortal realm once more.
"Having been away from the Mortal World for only half a day, I am already quite different."
Golden City.
Lin Yusheng prostrated himself on the ground, respectfully receiving the Divine Oracle.
After the will of that Ancestor of Land Immortals departed from his divine realm...
Lin Yusheng then struggled to his feet.
His expression shifted between light and dark.
"That madman!"
Lin Yusheng angrily cursed, "Damn Evil God, he's getting more and more insane!"
He actually wanted me to mobilize the entire Investigation Bureau to raze Chongyang City to the ground, slaughter everyone in Chongyang, and rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free!
"That damn mad Evil God!!"
Lin Yusheng slumped into the chair, utterly dejected and powerless.
This Evil God seems to be starting to panic?
So much so that they were willing to go to any lengths to find and kill that mysterious person!
Why is that?
Lin Yusheng had no idea, nor did he have any particular thoughts about it.
He was silent for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed.
A moment later, the call was connected.
"Uncle?"
Lin Shiquan spoke softly on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, it's me."
Lin Yusheng rubbed his temples wearily:
"How's things going on your end? Have you dealt with that audacious fellow named Zhang Fusheng?"
"Yes, it's resolved."
Lin Shiquan said softly:
"Now the entire Chongyang region has stabilized, but Chen Qiusheng, the former Second Commander of the Military Headquarters, has colluded with the Western Sect followers and rebelled, taking root in the Great Wilderness."
Therefore, the martial law in Chongyang City may not be lifted in the short term.
Listening to his nephew's words on the other end of the phone,
Lin Yusheng nodded slightly:
None of this matters.
His voice suddenly turned serious:
"The task I assigned you, the thing I asked you to do, is of utmost importance: find that mysterious person—you, me, and us."
"Everyone needs his help."
"That guy is getting crazier and crazier!"
On the other end of the phone, Lin Shiquan was silent for a moment:
"Yes, Uncle, I will do it."
"Very good."
Lin Yusheng hung up the phone wearily and had just sat down to relax when his assistant knocked on the door and came in.
"Chief."
The assistant bowed his head and said:
"The governor requests your presence."
"Understood." Lin Yusheng's expression hardened, and he slowly stood up.
At the same time.
Chongyang City.
Lin Shiquan silently hung up the phone, looked up, and saw the three people smiling at him.
"I did as you told me to," he said bitterly.
"Yes, very good, great."
Zhang Fusheng smiled and clapped his hands:
"But what interests me more now is the mystery your deputy director uncle mentioned, and the existence that's about to go mad."
He stood up, walked to Lin Shiquan, and calmly said:
"I'll be leaving Chongyang City soon, so you'd better tell me everything honestly, okay?"
Lin Shiquan's face was pale, and his expression was gloomy and uncertain.
He closed his eyes, and after a long while, a way out came to him.
"Okay, but we have to go to the outskirts of the city, to the place where eight Martial Arts Master died kneeling. Only you can take me there; no one else can."
Lin Shiquan licked his lips, lowered his head, and drooped his eyelids to conceal the madness in his eyes.
He wanted to set up an altar to communicate with that mysterious person who even made the Ancestor of Land Immortals panic, to guide the other party to come and discuss cooperation!
By the way
To solve his own predicament, he killed some people.
Lin Shiquan smiled almost imperceptibly.
(It's almost the end of the month, please vote! I'll add an extra 10,000 words on the 1st as a guarantee.)