Scrolls of Buddhist Sutras Poured from His Mouth; Buddha Nature Now Transformed into Great Bodhi

Kong Shentong left quietly.

According to Himself, this was for some necessary means of concealment.

He will return to this place in another way—by having Kong Zhongshu 'summon' him once more.

Thus, from the outside perspective, Kong Shentong and he had never met or spoken privately with each other.

He vanished completely, leaving not even a trace of divine divine essence.

Zhang Fusheng even saw that when He left, He took the cause and effect with Him!

This was the first time he had ever seen a being other than himself who could wield the Path of Karma.

"Kong Shentong, the Kong-Meng Families"

Zhang Fusheng murmured, glancing at the unconscious spirit and Meng Xiaoshi. With a thought, he dispelled the Buddhist kingdom.

At the same time.

In the eyes of the creatures in the marketplace and Buddhist temples, the two sides that were confronting each other suddenly underwent a change.

The Sloppy Old Man remained motionless, but the important figure from the Investigation Department and the young girl suddenly went limp and fainted.

It was as if the two sides had engaged in a silent battle, with undercurrents surging, but now the curtain has finally fallen.

"Compassion, compassion."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the old man merely sighed softly and did not make things difficult for the unconscious spirit and the girl.

With a mere wave of his hand, he effortlessly swept away the 100,000 sword feathers scattered on the ground like a forest of steles.

Inside the Whale-Penguin Ship, Kong Zhongshu's expression darkened, but he made no move—Little Persimmon was still there.

Just now, I severed all connection with my Spiritual Incarnation. Now, when I try to sense the avatar's memories again, they are clearly incomplete.

Something bad must have just happened.

Having reached the Heavenly Human Limit, he could easily alter the memories of his own avatar.

He found it hard to imagine what level that old man was on.

Should we invoke the wisdom of our ancestors?

As Kong Zhongshu hesitated, he saw the Sloppy Old Man turn around and go back to the wooden building with the veiled girl.

Not forgetting to lead the red ox into the wooden building, the other party seemed to have no intention of getting involved in the Investigation Department's affairs.

It was as if the Investigation Department had offended him first, leaving him no choice but to take action.

Kong Zhongshu breathed a soft sigh of relief.

With a thought, he rolled the small persimmon back, only then feeling at ease, and his expression immediately became solemn.

"Let's not go near that wooden building for now. Since they don't seem to intend to cause trouble, we shouldn't overdo it."

Kong Zhongshu glanced sideways and gave the order, confirming that everyone in the vicinity except for the people in the wooden building had been brought under control.

Only then did he turn his gaze to the Buddhist temple.

"Whale Roc."

With a shout from Kong Zhongshu, the whale-like bird reared up and cried out to the sky, amidst the horrified gazes of many in the market.

Another 100,000 Peng Feather fell from Baili Jingpeng's body.

The Peng Feather gathered and transformed into Sword Furnace, which lay horizontally above the Buddhist temple, seemingly poised to suppress it at any moment.

The Merciful Buddha Statue in the temple remained motionless, its pale gold face still bearing the same smile.

It seemed like a mockery.

The Sword Furnace remained standing atop the Buddhist temple, but no further action was taken.

Meanwhile, inside the wooden building.

"Father, the Investigation Department outside is after the Buddhist temple," Ruan Yutu said in a low voice.

"Yes, I know."

Zhang Fusheng remained calm, but Chi Niu couldn't help but speak up:

"Little one, what happened to you? I seemed to have sensed the aura of the Buddhist realm just now?"

"Besides."

A look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on Red Ox's face:

"You seem to have condensed a physical body at the Arhat level? When?"

Zhang Fusheng glanced at it, but did not answer. Instead, he said:

"Why are you asking so many questions? Just be a good ox."

Red Ox flew into a rage:

"Little fellow, don't think that just because you have a powerful scripture, you can command this god to obey your every command!"

The old man simply smiled faintly and reached out to stroke the bull's head.

As if struck by lightning, the red ox's head suddenly split open, spilling blood, the crimson glow within the blood illuminating the interior of the wooden building.

Just yesterday, Zhang Fusheng was unable to shake this divine embryo that was infinitely close to the level of a Venerable.

But things are different now. He has transcended the realm of Celestial Person and possesses Deity Level physical body.

If we were to attack Red Ox now, a single punch or kick would be enough to smash its head to pieces!

"Not because of the scriptures."

Zhang Fusheng rolled up his sleeves, one hand pressing down on Chi Niu, the other raised in a fist, and was about to brutally beat him:

"Will you obey or disobey?"

A single punch shattered the red ox's skull, causing it to bleed profusely as it cried out in pain.

"Young one, I will surely be freed one day!"

Zhang Fusheng remained silent, then delivered another punch, shattering the red ox's spine.

He just kept throwing punches,

He was beating her mercilessly while chanting the Great Compassion Mantra.

"I take refuge in the Three Jewels: Buddha, Dharma, and Sangha; I take refuge in the Holy One, Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, the Enlightened Being, the Greatly Enlightened Being, the One of Great Compassion."

"I vow to take refuge in the Supreme Being, the One Who Remains Free and Unfettered."

"Take refuge in the luminous, self-existent nature."

Just as Zhang Fusheng had predicted, every time he uttered a phrase, a Buddha Light would emanate from his body, and a sense of auspiciousness would rise from the heavens and earth!

The old world and the present world seem to be two completely different worlds.

If a scripture or mantra from the old world has never appeared in this world, reciting or writing it down yourself can be considered 'original'!

The grander the scriptures and incantations are created, the more joyful the heavens and earth become—because in a sense, the heavens and earth are 'completed' by the birth of these scriptures and incantations.

"To benefit all sentient beings in the six realms, and to share in the nectar of enlightenment."

Zhang Fusheng was still reciting the Great Compassion Mantra. With each recitation, his Buddha-nature deepened. He continued reciting the mantra until he was more than halfway finished.

When the recitation of the latter half became difficult, and it became hard to express oneself,

He is already radiant with Buddha Light and possesses profound Buddhist nature.

Zhang Fusheng did not insist on finishing the Great Compassion Mantra —it seemed that his cultivation was insufficient, making it difficult for him to recite the entire scripture from the past.

But it doesn't matter.

Then let's get a different one.

He continued to beat the red ox, reciting the Heart Sutra as he did so.

"When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are all empty, and thus transcended all suffering and distress."

The Buddha-nature then became profound again, taking root within the body and growing into a towering tree.

"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature; Non-birth nor destroyed, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing."

I can't even recite the Heart Sutra anymore.

The red ox was in a pitiful state, but it remained proud and silent.

Then keep beating them.

Eight thousand nine hundred years of Mental Accumulation enabled Zhang Fusheng to recall every single scripture he had read in his previous life.

Therefore, it is the Earth Store Bodhisattva's Vows Sutra, the Medicine Buddha Sutra Lotus Sutra, the Lankavatara Sutra, and the Tathagata Sutra.

He could only narrate half of each scripture at most, and could not gain the immense benefits of writing the entire Analects—such as the great literary fortune.

Even so, his Buddhist nature was so profound that it was unimaginable.

Ruan Yutu looked around blankly and saw her godfather standing there quietly, his Buddha-nature deeply ingrained, his golden body gleaming.

Now that his Sixteen-Foot True Body tall, he appears to be a living True Buddha!

The Buddha glared angrily, and used his fists and feet to subdue the red ox.

"I give up!"

The red ox bellowed loudly, unafraid of the pain of being brutally beaten.

But what terrified it was that with each punch from this junior, a profound Buddhist nature and golden light pierced through the gaps in his fist, seeping into its body and spirit!

Moreover, that Buddha-nature is exceptionally profound; even its own spirit and will cannot resist it. It is truly being converted and forcibly converted!

If this continues, even the original body might be affected and turn into the Buddhist Sect!

"You're convinced?"

The sixteen-foot- True Buddha laughed:

I don't think so!

The Buddha remained angry, reciting Buddhist scriptures and expounding Buddhist teachings, his fist swirling with impure rage.

Using fists and kicks as a sharp rebuke, and Buddhist nature and Brahma Chant as a precious raft for universal salvation, we are saving the red ox!

The cow looked pitiful and lay sprawled on the ground.

Zhang Fusheng has begun lecturing in the world on the non-existent 'Buddha Says Amitabha Sutra'.

"Thus have I heard. At one time, the Buddha was staying in the Jeta Grove, Anathapindika's Park, in Shravasti, with a great assembly of twelve hundred and fifty monks, all of whom were great Arhats."

This passage is very special.

He tried his best, but could only manage to utter this much.

But at this very moment, Buddha Light pierced through the darkness behind them, revealing the phantom images of 1,250 great Arhats!

Although not a true Arhat, but merely a vision, a reflection,

But the fact that they were standing there, right behind Zhang Fusheng, was already an act of divine authority!

The Red Ox Divine Embryo is on its last breath.

"I give up!"

Finally, it propped itself up, then turned to face Zhang Fusheng and knelt down on its front hooves.

Zhang Fusheng raised his fist high, and the fist emitted light in all directions, illuminating all places, whether they exist or not.

He said:

"Mercy."

He then withdrew his fist, stood in the wooden building, and sang a lament:

All beings suffer; the Sea of Suffering is boundless!

The wooden building swayed, and was even bathed in golden Buddha Light, transforming into a true treasure.

Ruan Yutu stared at the scene in a daze, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind—this is the sacred place where Buddha was born.

At the same time,

The numerous fragments of Buddhist scriptures that Zhang Fusheng recounted all manifested themselves, quietly revolving around him.

Great Sun Halo behind his head, and golden lamps shone brightly in his eyes, as if emanating great purity, great joy, and great compassion.

Then,

This sixteen-foot -True Buddha stretched, placed one foot on the back of the red ox, and then sat down cross-legged.

"What's happening outside?"

The Buddha asked.

The red ox, who was almost a convert, said in fear:

"The Sword Furnace formed from 100,000 Peng Feather has already enveloped the Buddhist temple. The Spiritual Incarnation of that person from the Investigation Department has entered the temple and has not yet emerged."

Before he could finish speaking...

A sudden roaring sound came from outside.

The golden Buddha atop the red ox glanced sideways, his gaze reflecting a vast, shimmering golden ocean.

He saw that the Sword Furnace in the distance had collapsed, and four Arhat statues and thirty-six Vajra statues rushed out of the Buddhist temple.

The Buddha Light spread out there, illuminating an area of ten miles around as if it were a pure land.

Those pedestrians and vendors who had been bound and imprisoned were now almost all prostrate on the ground, bowing towards the Buddhist temple with utmost piety.

They had all offered incense and received the scripture of the Future Scripture from the weasel, which allowed them to glimpse a moment of the future.

"Yellow Eyebrows."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, the golden ocean in his eyes dimmed, and the Bodhi Tree behind him, entangled by vast Buddhist nature, also disappeared.

He went from being a towering True Buddha to that scruffy old man again.

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Let it stir, let it stir, let the outside world stir as it pleases, Jade Rabbit."

"Godfather, I'm here." The veiled girl approached, bowing her head.

Zhang Fusheng said:

"Go and fetch me paper and pen."

Where can I find one of these nearby?

However, Ruan Yutu nodded seriously and did not use her divine power to create something from nothing. Instead, she walked out of the wooden building, ignoring the commotion in the distance, and covered a thousand meters in one step, heading towards Jincheng.

She actually went to the city to buy paper, ink, brushes, and inkstones.

Red Bull hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking:

What exactly do you want to do?

The old man riding on the ox's back laughed and replied:

Have you ever seen a Buddha?

The red ox grunted and huffed in response:

"They have slaughtered some deities of the Venerable Buddha rank within the Spirit Mountain System."

Zhang Fusheng choked for a moment, then continued:

"I mean, the true Buddha."

"The true Buddha? The Buddha Fruit Position?"

Red Ox pondered for a moment:

"In the Spirit Mountain System, the one who once sat on the throne of the Great Belly Buddha Ancestor was suspected to be Heavenly Venerate Fruit Position of the fifth realm of the Divine Path, but in the end he was refined into a medicinal fruit, leaving only a wisp of his remnant soul to descend to earth."

Zhang Fusheng paused for a moment, then tapped the ox's head lightly with two fingers together, and said:

"So you think you know a lot?"

That single tap sent the red ox's brains splattering, leaving him dazed and confused.

It was extremely angry:

"Didn't you ask me that?"

Zhang Fusheng chuckled. He had originally intended to Manifesting Divinity in front of people— Manifesting Divinity, in front of the ox—saying some mystical things.

As a result, this calf forcefully blocked his way, leaving him feeling unhappy and confused.

But how can that possibly work?

So Zhang Fusheng punched Chi Niu twice more, stunning the latter and leaving him looking aggrieved.

"I didn't do anything!"

Zhang Fusheng scolded:

"I sense you harbor rebellious intentions!"

The Red Ox lowered its flags and fell silent.

As they spoke,

Zhang Fusheng exhaled a Pure Qi, his eyes crystal clear. He knew that if he were to actually write down the Dao De Jing, it would inevitably trigger a great upheaval.

At that time, there may be many incredibly powerful beings who trace back to the source, and among them may be beings who are skilled in the Path of Karma.

At that time,

There is a possibility that what happened in this wooden building can be traced back to the past.

Therefore, he had to put on a good show.

For example, if you want writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, or if you ask the red ox if it has ever seen the Buddha—although the red ox is not very cooperative—

But it's still passable; it can deter and glimpse the past causes and effects of this place from another perspective.

Now.

We're just waiting for the big commotion at the Buddhist temple, for the weasel to be suppressed, and for Ruan Yutu to return with his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

It won't be long, it won't be long.

Zhang Fusheng gazed into the distance outside the building. The four Arhat statues of Fa Na, each resembling a true venerable being, were unleashing divine power as they surrounded the Whale-Penguin Ship.

The Whale-Penguin Ship is powerful, but it is only piloted by a Celestial Person, and it is now showing signs of weakness, with the possibility of being destroyed!

So.

It all depends on when Kong Zhongshu will summon the ancestor of the Kong Family —that Kong Shentong.

Time passed little by little.

Zhang Fusheng began to silently examine the ball of light in the Contract Book. The light originated from Kong Shentong, representing the ten thousand years that Kong had consumed in cultivating a technique called 'Sacred Word'.

This technique is quite remarkable, possessing a similar ability to make words come true, but it wasn't very useful for Zhang Fusheng.

Because the Ten Sages Scripture are now only missing two more Cave Heaven to be completed, one of which is to ensure that the name of the World-Honored One receives a corresponding celestial position—for example, [Tathagata].

Another purpose was to find a suitable celestial position to enshrine the tenth Cave Heaven.

In this way, he will have Great Accomplishment the Ten Sages Scripture and attain the Saint Golden Body.

At that time, one will naturally be able to speak and then act accordingly.

"Ten thousand years."

Zhang Fusheng did not rashly use the millennia-old cultivation technique, but instead planned to hold onto it for a while.

What if the Dao De Jing is also a method of self-cultivation?

He closed his eyes and waited quietly.

When a distant rumble resounded, and when a bloodline radiance soared into the sky, it drew in a colossal giant of light and shadow.

The red ox cried out in alarm:

"It's Kong Shentong!"

It clearly knew Kong Shentong, the former Investigation Department.

Zhang Fusheng then opened his eyes.

At that very moment, Ruan Yutu also brought her writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and walked step by step from afar along the Pure Qi river.

The time has come.

Zhang Fusheng sighed softly, watching as Kong Shentong's illusory figure forcefully suppressed the Arhats and Vajra statues.

I saw the Merciful Buddha Statue emerge from the pagoda, its body radiating incredible Buddha Light that illuminated all directions.

He also saw that Kong Shentong's ethereal form descended by tearing through the void, and saw countless gazes descending directly through the torn void, staring at this place!

The owners of those gazes were all incredibly powerful, at least at the Venerable level!

"In this way."

"Mercy."

The old man smiled and gently stroked the red ox's head:

"It's time to go out."