The Celestial Being Offers Me a Favor Card

All those born with it fled incredibly fast.

What just happened was too horrifying.

The moment the bow is drawn and the arrow is released, everything in heaven and earth fades into color.

The black-robed monk who chose to fight to the death, reflecting the divine realm into reality, couldn't even resist and was nailed to death amidst the black and white of everything!

The Stone Buddha crumbled into dust, and the Buddhist kingdom vanished into nothingness.

No one knows the relationship between the Bull Demon King and the peach tree, nor does anyone know how he shot that arrow.

But.

They knew that running away was the right thing to do.

They were terrified of becoming the next person targeted by the divine bow!

The various innate beings fled frantically, their figures, as radiant as the sun, vanishing one after another. In this small world, only the last two great suns remained.

One is the true sun in the sky, the other is an ancient chariot with dazzling golden light.

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes slightly, and the turbulent and restless Essence, Qi, and Spirit within him gradually calmed down. This arrow had also left him feeling quite unwell.

By drawing upon the body's vital energy, one forcibly borrows the power of the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book —merely borrowing its power!

"As expected of a Supreme Treasure weapon renowned even in the era of gods and Buddhas!"

Zhang Fusheng looked down at Chongshan City, which clearly had serious problems.

In the city, the elderly, children, women, and kids all stared blankly at themselves, their heads tilted back, their expressions wooden and stiff.

"They were all disoriented and lost, as if their souls were being parasitized and controlled by something, perhaps related to that celestial Celestial Person from the Tianli Faction?"

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow. There were too many strange things happening here; even sitting here, he felt somewhat uneasy.

After taking a deep look at the Ten Directions Vortex, he steered his Golden Ancient Chariot, found a route, and rumbled away.

"That bull demon."

Even after leaving Chongshan City, the Divine Envoy was still filled with lingering fear, muttering in a low voice:

"Although he is of the Innate level, he doesn't seem to have transformed his acupoints into Cave Heaven, yet he gives me an extremely dangerous feeling."

Beside him, another Divine Envoy of the West Cult, nodded:

"He nearly shattered the innate power of the Myriad Gods Cult with only a little bit of the power of heaven and earth and his immense brute strength, and this was just the beginning."

"It's mainly that arrow."

The two Divine Envoy at each other in silence.

For a long time.

Rubbing his temples, Zhou Chonglou continued:

"First, spread the word that everyone in the sect should be careful and pay attention to this bull demon, and bow deeply upon seeing him."

As he spoke, he became somewhat lost in thought, recalling the arrow that had turned the world upside down, and shuddered.

How dangerous!

Ask yourself honestly, what if that divine arrow had been aimed at you?

Zhou Chonglou devised countless solutions, but in the end, he discovered that there was no solution.

Unless you can avoid it.

But is it really possible to avoid it?

Although he wasn't targeted by the divine arrow, he still sensed a chilling aura.

Just by gazing at it, only one word remains in my mind.

Die!!

He rubbed his temples again, his heart pounding.

"Let's set aside this matter of the Bull Demon for now; we need to get things done with Chongyang."

Another Divine Envoy nodded:

"There's some trouble. That guy named Zhang Fusheng has gone missing. I'll have the followers search for him and see if we can find him."

Zhou Chonglou nodded:

"Zhang Fusheng is the key to obtaining the Sea-Calming Divine Needle Iron, but I've heard from my subordinates that this young man is arrogant and doesn't quite Qi Ingestion."

"If he returns safely, he'll still need a good talking-to."

The two Divine Envoy continued their conversation, both somewhat distracted, still recalling the arrow that had eclipsed the world.

In just a few words, all the arrangements for the Double Ninth Festival were finalized.

"Going to the Double Ninth Festival?"

The Divine Envoy asked a question.

"Let's go to Chongyang!" Zhou Chonglou nodded gently.

Spring Thunder City.

This is an ordinary, lower-level city.

Standing in the desolate mountains outside the city, Zhang Fusheng used his overwhelming will to erase some of the sensitive memories of Wei Qingshan, the Old Fisherman Uncle Yu Aunt Li, and put them in the city.

This is easy for him now, as he no longer needs to rely on Contract Book to buy and sell.

"Master."

Wei Lingzhu stared in the direction her brother had left, and spoke absentmindedly:

"When will I see my little brother again?"

"Let's wait until this period of time is over."

Zhang Fusheng, still in the form of the Bull Demon, spoke in a low voice, his breath escaping with intense heat.

He said slowly:

"I left a spiritual imprint on your younger brother. He won't encounter any danger, and it's a good thing that he can cultivate peacefully in a lower-level city."

As he spoke,

Zhang Fusheng gazed at the Uncle Yu Aunt Li, and sighed softly.

He ultimately changed his mind.

For him now, intervening in the Investigation Bureau is not difficult, but what if he forces Uncle Yu and Aunt Li to get involved?

The benefits are not significant.

On the contrary, it will bring them a major crisis.

Zhang Fusheng personally cleansed their bodies, forcibly activating the secrets of their internal organs.

It also guides them on a spiritual level.

It is foreseeable that it will not be long before the two of them become grandmasters—after all, they are both innate beings.

As long as they don't get involved in their own mess, the two grandmasters can live very well in the lower-level city.

Zhang Fusheng stroked the small altar given to Uncle Yu. It was a treasure of the Western Sect, and the altar had been sacrificed and could be used at any time to communicate with specific deities.

He put the altar away.

"Master, where are we going now?" Wei Lingzhu looked at the terrifying bull demon who was sixteen feet tall, but was not afraid and asked softly.

Where to go?

Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes, hesitating for a moment. Should he go straight back to Chongyang?

Should we go to Longzhou City first?

As he pondered, he suddenly frowned, glanced to the side, and looked at an empty space.

"Now that you're here, are you still going to hide it?"

Wei Lingzhu looked over in surprise and saw ripples appear in the air as an old man with a scholarly air walked out.

Zhang Fusheng remained expressionless, his palm resting on the small altar.

An unfathomable old man.

The Old Master's gaze was fixed on Wei Lingzhu, his heart pounding with intense excitement.

Oh my god

He reluctantly withdrew his gaze from Wei Lingzhu, then curiously examined the Bull Demon, and slightly bowed:

"You resemble a bull demon, yet you possess secret Buddhist techniques. You are surrounded by a faint Buddhist Buddha Light, displaying a dignified and solemn appearance. Moreover, you have shot an arrow that even made my heart tremble. Do you have a name?"

Zhang Fusheng pondered for a moment, then calmly said:

"Dali King Bodhisattva."

The Old Master's pupils suddenly contracted, and he almost choked.

What the heck??

Zhang Fusheng wasn't making things up; the legendary Bull Devil King, the Heaven-Pacifying Great Sage, does indeed have a version of his story.

After being captured by Nezha and others, he went to the West, entered Mount Ling, and eventually became a Bodhisattva— the Dali King Bodhisattva.

Or perhaps it is the Bodhisattva Dali.

Although this claim is a later conjecture, it doesn't stop Zhang Fusheng from using it directly.

The Old Master squinted his eyes:

"So you are a Bodhisattva who has undergone countless tribulations? From Mount Ling or the Mandala?"

Zhang Fusheng lifted the small altar with one hand, silently striking the rhythm a few times, and then completely relaxed.

"What about Mount Ling? What about the Mandala?"

His tone became very impolite. This old man was unfathomable, and his perception of him was like that of a vast abyss—he was probably a Celestial Person.

But it doesn't matter.

The Old Master frowned:

"Although you are a Bodhisattva incarnate, you are not yet Perfection. You have only reached the innate level, haven't you? Is that so?"

He suddenly stopped talking.

The altar in the Bull Demon's hand glowed, and a translucent, elegant woman stood quietly beside him.

"So what?"

Zhang Fusheng asked.

The Old Master remained silent, chuckled twice, and made a gesture of respect.

"I apologize for my rudeness and abruptness."

A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, but it evaporated instantly.

Your mom.

How come there's a deity here??

The Old Master's lips twitched. Although the figure was illusory, it was clearly a descending will, yet it exuded an aura of superiority—it was clearly a deity!

And given how clearly it's depicted, this deity is probably not far away—at least not in Different Dimension.

Therefore, if the real body arrives, it might only take a few breaths.

He somewhat regretted jumping out.

Zhang Fusheng, now emboldened, asked with a smile:

And who are you, sir?

"Golden University. To be honest, I'm from the Ancient Sage Faction, the Old Master." The Old Master introduced himself, forcing a smile.

The Miss Mingyue gave the Sixteen-Foot Bull Demon a reproachful look, her gaze gentle and playful. Was Young Master Zhang using her as a shield to intimidate others?

However, his true form couldn't enter at all and could only remain in the starry sky—but that didn't matter.

Although the altar was small, the wisp of will that descended from it could still exert some power at the level of Celestial Person.

Zhang Fusheng then asked with a smile:

"Then what brings you here, Old Master?"

The Old Master paused for a moment, then confessed honestly:

"Firstly, there are some questions I want answered about this strange place in the vortex, but more than that..."

His gaze fell on the girl cowering to one side.

Zhang Fusheng was taken aback. Wei Lingzhu?

A look of confusion appeared on his face, and the Old Master answered in time:

"The moment I first saw this girl, I noticed that she seemed to possess an extremely rich innate literary fortune—if she were to join my Ancient Sage Faction, she would almost certainly become Celestial Person!"

Innate literary talent?

Zhang Fusheng squinted. What was that thing?

It sounded like it had a close connection to the Confucian Sect —he suddenly thought of that mysterious ancient sage trapped in the netherworld.

"What, Old Master, are you trying to steal my precious disciple?"

"Bodhisattva is joking, I dare not, I dare not," the Old Master bowed repeatedly, his expression cautious, as if hesitant.

He finally said:

"But Bodhisattva, this woman's innate literary talent is truly unparalleled in my life."

The Old Master's gaze was fixed on Wei Lingzhu, a hint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes.

Outsiders may not know, but as a member of the Ancient Sage Faction and a Confucian Sect Celestial Person, the Old Master could clearly sense the boundless literary fortune emanating from the young girl, like an abyss!

With just a little guidance, someone of this caliber will surely become Confucian Sect Celestial Person, or even a god!

He was itchy all over.

Zhang Fusheng and Miss Mingyue exchanged a quick glance, both noticing the fervor in the Old Master's eyes.

A Confucian Celestial Person who appeared out of nowhere and out of nowhere

He thought again of that mysterious ancient sage, and of the strange things about his eldest disciple.

"What does the Old Master intend to do?"

Zhang Fusheng asked casually.

The Old Master paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth:

"In response to the Bodhisattva, I wish to be her teacher—not a master, but simply a teacher."

"If the Bodhisattva is displeased, I may also entrust the Dharma to the Bodhisattva, who will then transmit the Dharma."

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised:

Why do you have to do this?

The Old Master paused for a moment, then cupped his hands in greeting:

"To be honest with you two, although I am Celestial Person from the Ancient Sage Faction, I do not follow the paths of seeking favors or prioritizing filial piety."

"I walk the path of education; otherwise, I wouldn't have abandoned my former name and called myself the Old Master."

Zhang Fusheng squinted, "Yes, filial piety, education."

The three methods and paths of cultivation within the Ancient Sage Faction.

The Old Master continued in a low voice:

"If I were to see someone with the potential to become a sage and remain indifferent, my path of spiritual cultivation would be cut off, and I fear I would find it difficult to make any further progress."

Hearing his words, Zhang Fusheng's mind started to work.

Among the many religious sects, the Ancient Sage Faction and the East Cult are relatively the most normal.

If a Celestial Person from the Ancient Sage Faction were to be won over...

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly:

"I am Lingzhu's master, so naturally I will pass on the teachings on my behalf, however..."

After careful consideration.

The sixteen-foot-tall bull demon, to the Old Master's astonishment, slowly transformed into a handsome young man with delicate features and a touch of divine charm.

"However, if the Old Master is willing, it is not impossible for him to stay by the side at all times to provide tutoring."

The Old Master recognized Zhang Fusheng at first glance—this was one of the purposes of his arrival: to capture Zhang Fusheng for Cui Qingyi and, incidentally, to kill Cui Wendao.

But now?

What Cui Qingyi? What Qinghe Cui Clan?

Unimportant.

His gaze was fixed on Wei Lingzhu, his eyes shimmering with a barely perceptible Pure Qi —he was actually lying.

Judging from her aura, where was Wei Lingzhu's potential to become a sage?

Clearly, clearly, he possesses the qualities of a [sage]!!

The Great Accomplishment Supreme Saint Heavenly Position has been held for countless years, and until now, no one has been qualified to sit there—but now there is.

The Old Master paused for a moment, then clasped his hands together and solemnly began:

"If the Bodhisattva allows me to assist in the teaching, I will naturally be eternally grateful!"

He actually handed over a letter of gracious favor.