The Ancestor of Land Immortals Caught in the Crossfire

The white-robed monk stood up, the Vajra Pestle in his hand, made from a section of a young girl's thigh bone, gleaming brightly.

"I have prayed to Mahakala, and He has nodded to me," the monk said calmly. "You may proceed."

Another senior monk also stood up with a smile, and the four women, who had formed a fleshy lotus platform, then coiled around him.

The two Mingfei each clung to the monk's arms, their skin still bleeding from the punctures caused by bone fragments.

From a distance, this scene appears eerie and terrifying, yet it also possesses a unique beauty.

"Compassion, compassion!"

The two Innate Great Realm masters sighed in unison, walked side by side out of the makeshift underground palace.

Black Market.

The thought returned to reality.

The crowd was bustling and noisy.

Since you can't offer a prize.

Zhang Fusheng raised his head, looked at the old man at the chess stall who was unable to move and whose eyes were full of fear, and picked up the dark red chessboard from the ground.

He said softly:

"Shall we use this as collateral?"

The old man had also been released from the divine realm. At this moment, he was making a hoarse sound from his throat and was completely unable to move.

A wisp of Zhang Fusheng's divine thought, like a nail, was embedded in his soul and spirit, taking over his body.

"They're gone."

Amid the uproar of the surrounding crowd,

The young man stood up.

Zhou Tian Er, who had been waiting impatiently to the side, brightened up.

Finally, they stopped dawdling.

He licked his lips, his heart burning with excitement. This guy was probably a big fat sheep, casually throwing out 1,200 souls!

Slaughtering three fat sheep at once

"This is boring," Li Yiyi said, pouting. "I thought there was something really good. All I get is a broken chessboard."

Luo Cheng was also shaking his head, and he was also annoyed.

"It's alright, it's still a worthwhile find. This thing should be a treasure."

Zhang Fusheng smiled and tapped the chessboard, making a crisp sound, then said:

"I'm planning to leave the Black Market, you two?"

"Our goal has been achieved." Li Yiyi nodded her thanks, and the group walked out of the crowded area side by side.

The crowd dispersed at this point, and since the old man at the chess stall couldn't offer the deserved reward, naturally no one gathered or paid any more attention.

Not to mention.

The old man's chessboard is gone!

The bald old man sat there all alone on the slippery, moss-covered metal pipe, motionless.

They were completely unable to move.

His entire being, including his Essence, Qi, and Spirit, was pinned down by a wisp of divine thought, rendering him unable to move or pray to the Ancestor of Land Immortals.

All I can do is sit there like an ascetic, waiting and waiting.

Despair welled up in his heart.

Leave the underground Black Market.

The wind blew back and forth, making the roof tiles on the small buildings on both sides rattle and clang. The chill of late autumn was even more biting than that of the dead of winter.

The alley was quiet, with only faint shadowy figures visible at the east and west ends. The scurrying rats and stray cats had vanished.

It's time to slaughter the sheep.

Zhou Tian Er calmly placed two fingers between his lips, about to whistle.

Li Yiyi suddenly spoke:

"Young Brother Zhang, we'll take our leave now. We're heading to the Great Wilderness outside the city. We'll contact you again when we return."

She could now see that this Young Brother Zhang was no ordinary person—how could someone who could casually toss down 1,200 souls in just four games be simple?

Not everyone is as wealthy and powerful as I am.

Luo Cheng laughed:

"Brother Fusheng, if you encounter any problems, please feel free to contact us. We can't guarantee anything else, but we can help with any trouble that money can solve."

The man who was about to whistle silently lowered his two fingers.

Young Brother Zhang.

Brother Fu Sheng.

Does it spell Zhang Fusheng when put together?

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Same name?

The man paused for a moment, then quietly took out his phone, opened the official website of the Chongyang Public Security Bureau, and clicked on it.

The latest announcement inside is from over a month ago, and it contains the resume of the newly appointed Director General of the General Administration of Zhang Fusheng.

Yes, of course there are photos.

The man stared at the photo, glanced at the smiling "fat sheep," silently put his phone back in his pocket, and stood up straight.

Zhang Fusheng glanced at the man, then looked at Li Yiyi and the other person:

"I have some reputation in Chongyang. Again, as I said before, if you two encounter any trouble, you can come to me. Also..."

He paused for a moment, then continued:

"There's a rebel army in the wilderness right now, so many places have been fortified with checkpoints, making it difficult to get through. How about this?"

Zhang Fusheng walked to a small shop nearby, bought paper and pen, pondered for a moment, and wrote down two large characters.

All Permitted.

Then, in the corner, he added his name, shook the paper, and handed it forward.

"What's this?" Li Yiyi took it in a daze. The man standing ramrod straight glanced at it and gasped.

Zhang Fusheng said happily:

"This note will allow the two of you to pass through the wilderness."

Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng exchanged bewildered glances. Really?

The former chuckled:

"Like Imperial Decree?"

Zhang Fusheng remarked:

"That's about right."

Li Yiyi thanked him, then chuckled and tucked the note into her pocket; she knew it was a joke.

"Young Brother Zhang, little sister, shall we go?"

"Bon Voyage."

Zhang Fusheng spoke gently, glancing casually at Zhou Tian Er, who was covered in tattoos. Zhou Tian'er shuddered violently and gave a fawning, obsequious smile.

As for those wicked thoughts?

They've long since dispersed completely.

The bitterness in his heart was immense.

"Go that way out of the city, be quick." Zhang Fusheng pointed to the east side of the alley, and after watching the three people walk away, he remained standing quietly.

"Junior Disciple Brother?" Lin Dongxi asked, confused, "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for someone."

As the words fell, footsteps came from the west side of the alley. Two monks appeared, one dressed in white.

The other man was entwined with six naked, beautiful women who clung to him desperately.

Their hands and feet were interlocked, forming a 'armor' made of human bodies.

Lin Dongxi's expression changed.

People Mandala System.

She stared at the Human Treasure on the great monk's body, formed by six living women intertwined together, and sweat beaded on her forehead.

The Mandala System has always been adept at valuing people above all else.

However, not just anyone can refine Human Treasure; it requires either a Buddhist disciple or a divinely favored ambassador!

Two beings at the Innate Great Realm.

A sense of despair welled up in Lin Dongxi's heart. How could there be two innate beings of the Mandala System manifesting here?

Is this the inevitable tribulation I must overcome to return to my rightful place?

Only

She glanced at her Junior Disciple Brother.

The Junior Disciple Brother seems to have already reached the level of a Grandmaster, but a Grandmaster is no different from an ant in front of a Primordial Being.

The two monks stopped in their tracks in the alley.

"Zhang Fusheng?"

The white-robed monk stroked the human bone Vajra Pestle, a subtle, solemn expression appearing on his face.

This person is not simple.

All the sects gathered on the dragon boat, but in the end, none of them captured Zhang Fusheng. The few Divine Envoy who returned also remained tight-lipped about their whereabouts.

Thinking back to that day from the dragon boat, the Merciful Divine Arrow that made the heavens and earth of thirty-three cities pale in comparison...

Various religions have their own speculations that Zhang Fusheng might have some connection with that ten- Ten Thousand Zang Ox Demon, or even with that terrifying World Honored One.

It's me.

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly:

"What brings you two here?"

The great monk, clad in Human Treasure armor, spoke:

"I did not come for you, but I have heard that there is a living bodhisattva, or even Living Buddha, here."

He looked around, searching for the figure of the man and woman mentioned in the message. His thoughts swept across the room, and finally, he caught sight of them.

The two people had just emerged from the east side of the alley and were walking away into the distance.

Catching up with them isn't difficult.

But Zhang Fusheng was blocking the way.

After forcibly shifting the cause and effect and framing someone else, Zhang Fusheng's face looked somewhat pale.

She still retained some of her former timid and weak appearance, and now spoke calmly:

"A living Bodhisattva, Living Buddha? I haven't seen one."

The white-robed monk stared intently at Zhang Fusheng, completely ignoring Lin Dongxi standing behind him, his gaze sweeping further into the distance, fixed on the three departing figures.

He said calmly:

"Isn't he right behind you? Director Zhang, are you planning to become an enemy of my Mandala System?"

The Little Bean standing behind Zhang Fusheng was drenched in sweat.

Really.

They were definitely after me.

She closed her eyes, sighed softly, and prepared herself for annihilation—facing two Innate Great Realm, neither escape nor resistance would be of any use.

Lin Dongxi opened his eyes, intending to take a step forward and face death with equanimity.

Just then.

Zhang Fusheng said calmly:

"I advise you two to check the authenticity of the source of this information. Even if it were Living Buddha or a living Bodhisattva, let's not even discuss whether it is."

"I'll keep it too."

Lin Dongxi's raised foot froze in mid-air, staring in astonishment at his Junior Disciple Brother's retreating figure, his lips suddenly trembling.

"Junior Disciple Brother," she thought, her nose tingling and her eyes reddening.

Zhang Fusheng was surprised, turned around, and gave Lin Dongxi a puzzled look.

What's wrong with this Little Bean now?

Without much thought, he turned around, stared at the two great monks, picked up a dry twig from the ground, and drew a faint line on the ground in front of him.

"This boundary must not be crossed."

Zhang Fusheng's eyes gleamed slightly as he tried to provoke the two senior monks, hoping they would invoke the Mahakala.

Under the influence of cause and effect, when the Mahakala descends, it will not see itself or Li Yiyi.

However.

In the alley.

The two monks exchanged a glance, their eyes flickering uncertainly.

A long time has passed,

The white-robed monk stared at the drawn horizontal line, then suddenly smiled:

"Benefactor Zhang, are you determined to stand against my Mandala System?"

Zhang Fusheng didn't take it seriously.

"You two are welcome to cross this line and give it a try."

The atmosphere in the alley suddenly became heavy.

After a long while.

The white-robed monk's Vajra Pestle made of human bone was glowing as he said expressionlessly:

"We two also wanted to give Director Zhang face and let the matter drop, pretending we knew nothing about it, but unfortunately, the matter has already been reported to the Mahakala."

"Therefore, if Director Zhang is unharmed after today, the two of us will definitely visit him tomorrow to apologize."

As soon as he finished speaking, he inserted the human bone Vajra Pestle into the ground, gently stroked it, and communicated with the great Mahakala, his gaze fixed intently on Zhang Fusheng.

Under the gaze of the Mahakala, if Zhang Fusheng did not have the Ten Thousand Zang Ox Demon and the World Honored One behind him, he would surely die.

If there is no hindrance, then there must truly be a deity standing behind it.

Then it would be only right and proper for him to apologize again.

"Enough!"

Lin Dongxi scoffed, resolutely took a step forward, and laughed freely:

"Come at me if you have a problem; this has nothing to do with my Junior Disciple Brother."

He hadn't finished speaking.

She felt as if her fate was being grabbed by the back of the neck and lifted up.

Zhang Fusheng tossed her back behind him, glaring at the Little Bean had finally mustered the courage to face her death:

"What's wrong with you again?"

Lin Dongxi's eyes were red-rimmed, and she pursed her lips:

"Junior Disciple Brother"

She choked up, never expecting that her Junior Disciple Brother would actually stand in front of her and shield her from this calamity.

She wanted to say something, but things had already changed in the alley.

The Vajra Pestle light, illuminating an unknown place. Cracks began to appear on its body, as if this Great Magic Artifact was bearing an indescribable weight!

The next instant.

The sky suddenly darkened, but the Vajra pestle shone brightly, illuminating the majestic appearance of the Six-Armed Mahakala!

Two Divine Envoy communicated with the deity in the divine realm, and then, at the cost of a Great Magic Artifact, briefly Transforming the False into the True, allowing a wisp of divine consciousness to temporarily become real and descend!

Zhang Fusheng's pupils contracted, and he finally understood the meaning of the Divine Envoy.

At the Innate Great Realm, one can directly communicate with the deity they worship within the Divine Realm.

If another great price is paid, the Transforming the False into the True.

Although it can only last for a short time, unlike God of Plague whose will lingers in the human world,

But at least for that brief moment, it felt no different from a real Divine Descent!

Chongyang City was plunged into darkness, alarming many people. Even some Innate Great Realm were terrified, realizing that someone had summoned Divine Arrival!

The white-robed monk coughed up large amounts of blood, his body cracking, paying a heavy price.

But in order to kill the Living Buddha and living Bodhisattva of Mount Ling,

No matter the cost, it's necessary!

"Please, Six-Armed Mahakala!"

The divine figure appeared, and suddenly opened its eyes.

The figure of the person before him was reflected in his divine eyes.

He was a little old man huddled in an underground Black Market.

As well as.

Deep within the other party's soul, there was a wisp of divine restriction.

The Path of Karma, the method of shifting blame.

The Mahakala glared angrily and shouted, "Chirp!"

Then.

A thunderous roar suddenly appeared, transforming into a jet-black spear that pierced the old man's body and soul, and, following the divine restriction, struck the void!

A figure who was quietly and leisurely flipping through Earth Scroll looked up in surprise.

Caught off guard,

The spear pierced His breast.

The bewildered god lowered his head, Divine Blood flowing down, drop by drop.

"Presumptuous!"

My most trusted follower is gone.

The Ancestor of Land Immortals was furious. He drew his spear and hurled it back in the direction it had come from, then strode out of the Five Villages Temple!

"Mahakala!!"

The Six-Armed Mahakala opened his eyes and spoke in astonishment:

"Misunderstand."

"You motherfucker!"

In Different Dimension, a war of gods erupted.