Zhang Fusheng couldn’t help but ask:
"Master, who is the last Venerable God of the Ling Mountain lineage...?"
The Master shook his head:
"I dare not speak recklessly; that Venerable God is now worshiped day and night by your grandmaster, an ancient and powerful presence."
The chubby old man’s face revealed a look of reverence:
"The other deities can occasionally descend with one or two divine oracles, but the strength of that Venerable God is such that oracles can descend almost regularly!"
Zhang Fusheng’s expression turned serious.
An ancient deity?
How ancient?
He thought again of the Dinsional Overlap Point, and whether the grandmaster’s suspected plan for Ascension to God had the support of that Venerable God behind it?
There must be.
Since the rise and fall of a sect are determined by the number of deities in a Different Dinsion.
Then, that Venerable God must want to add more gods.
"Enough with the small talk."
Hong Tianbao exhaled and said softly:
"I’m taking you to the grandmaster now to complete the worship. The disciples of your eldest senior uncle and second senior uncle have already completed this step."
After a pause, he cautioned:
"Rember, you must be devout, or else..."
"You might all receive a divine blessing!"
Zhang Fusheng, Chen Yuque, and Lin Dongxi exchanged glances.
Chen Yuque’s expression was sowhat odd.
Devout?
She instinctively glanced at her junior brother and quietly lowered her head.
The true deity of the present world...
Is right before their eyes.
Praise the Central Pole Sect Leader, Emperor of the Underworld, and Nine Netherworlds Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate!
......
In the afternoon.
The rain stopped.
Hong Tianbao arrived at the Ninth District with his three disciples—yes.
The actual residence of the grandmaster was surprisingly in the Ninth District.
"Your parents are still in the Seventh District, aren’t they?"
On the way, the chubby old man casually asked:
"Why not have them move to the Upper Three Districts?"
"Working on it."
Zhang Fusheng replied;
"My dad’s situation is quite special; he is a night watchman for the Investigation Bureau, and I plan to get my second senior uncle to help shift my dad’s position."
"Night watchman?"
Hong Tianbao was sowhat surprised, evidently aware of this accommodating position:
"So that’s how it is."
As they spoke, the four of them arrived at a small cabin.
Zhang Fusheng looked up at the dissipating clouds; in his perception, that Grim Skeleton had also arrived at the waiting area.
"Wait here for now," instructed Hong Tianbao: "I’ll go see your grandmaster first."
"And again, when the ti cos for worship, you must not be disrespectful!"
The three nodded quickly, watched the chubby old man enter the cabin, and Zhang Fusheng slightly lowered his gaze, letting his mind descend remotely onto the Grim Skeleton far away.
At this mont, in the waiting area.
Draped in a black robe, the skeleton walked out of the waiting area into the wilderness.
It began to gallop.
In just a mont, it arrived at a certain black market.
"A guest has arrived?"
The little old man tapped his pipe on the table, curiously inspecting the guest shrouded entirely in a black robe.
He felt a slight chill.
This person had an aura that was sowhat peculiar...
Dark, deathly, cold.
He couldn’t sense any vitality, almost like... a dead person?
The little old man grew more cautious and asked:
"Guest, may I know what you’re looking to buy?"
The person in the black robe looked at the little old man, and from under the hood ca a strange and unique sound that seed like the clashing and grinding of bones.
"Smuggling."
The grating, unique voice of the person in the black robe drilled into the little old man’s ears:
"To... Jiangzhou City... smuggling."
After all, it wasn’t Zhang Fusheng’s own body, and remote control was sowhat cumberso.
"Jiangzhou??"
The little old man’s expression beca serious at once:
"That place is not a usual destination, are you sure, guest?"
"Sure."
The person in the black robe said coldly.
The little old man retrieved an abacus from sowhere, tapping and calculating for so ti before deliberating:
"Normally, smuggling to a subordinate city only costs ten Pseudo Souls, but Jiangzhou’s situation is quite special..."
He thought about the four portions of Great dicine he had lost, feeling a slight ache in his heart, gritting his teeth, he held up five fingers:
"Five thousand Pseudo Souls, and please don’t think it’s expensive!"
The little old man earnestly said:
"I’ll be frank; just to open the right connections and quietly reopen the route to Jiangzhou, I’ll have to spend at least a thousand Pseudo Souls."
"The remaining four thousand is for the substantial risk I must undertake. Isn’t the price fair?"
"Not... expensive."
The person in the black robe said eerily, stepping forward a step:
"Just... I... have no money."
The little old man was stunned, then furiously enraged, thinking, damn it, another freeloader??
Do they really think this old man is easy to bully??
He rolled up his sleeves, then suddenly a gust of wind ca, lifting the black robe slightly and revealing a line.
Just enough to show off the ghastly pale, sinister skeleton.
The little old man was silent for a mont.
The person in the black robe tilted his head slightly, asking faintly:
"What are you... going to do?"
The little old man glanced at his rolled-up sleeve, and with a dry laugh said:
"A bit hot, a bit hot... haha..."
His tone shifted, becoming exceedingly enthusiastic:
"This brother, upon seeing you, I felt a connection, truly regretting not eting you sooner, not eting you sooner..."
"As for money, let’s not speak of it, I’ll cover it, I’ll cover it!"
The little old man pounded his chest with a thump, his voice sounding sowhat pitiful.
Lately...
What on earth is happening??
See your damn ghost!
My money, my Soul!!
The little old man patted his chest, his smile more mournful than crying.
......
Chongyang City, Ninth District.
Under Hong Tianbao’s guidance, the three entered the small house.
The room was very simple, with a wooden table, short stools, clear tea, and an incense burner.
"Greetings to Grandmaster."
The three simultaneously saluted the elder, Yuan Feidao slowly opened his eyes, gazing at the three young people, and nodded slightly:
"They look more proper than the disciples of Chen Qiusheng and Chen Daoling."
He leisurely stood up; on the wooden table before him sat an incense burner, with curling blue smoke rising from it.
Zhang Fusheng looked at this grandmaster he had seen just yesterday, the elder didn’t appear imposing, rather, like the Master, he exuded a kind of compassionate aura.
But this compassion was very eerie.
Indescribable, inexplicable.
"Co with ..."
The elder said leisurely:
"This is the last Venerable God of my Ling Mountain lineage."
He led the three towards the inner chamber, his tone slow and peaceful:
"When worshipping the Venerable God, you must be reverent."
"The Venerable God will open its eyes, it will gaze upon you, and might even... descend with an oracle," Yuan Feidao said as such,
The three senior and junior apprentices answered, their hearts tightening.
The God will open its eyes, and cast its gaze?
Each of them with heavy thoughts, they followed the elder into the dim inner chamber,
Yuan Feidao fiddled with a chanism, and the wall slowly parted, revealing the shrine within.
The shrine was not large.
Inside, it housed a small Buddha statue, in front of which stood a solemn tablet.
Zhang Fusheng’s eyes widened.
The Buddha statue had its eyes closed tightly, appearing to laugh heartily with an extrely large belly.
And on that tablet.
Were the characters "Great Belly Buddha."
If this was the Great Belly Buddha, and if the Great Belly Buddha was still in the Different Dinsion, then... who is she?
He glanced at Lin Dongxi, whose eyes were wide open.
’Buzz!’
The Buddha statue opened its eyes.
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