Zhang Fusheng replied:
"In the Five Mansions Temple, there is a tree."
The Earth Ancestor spoke:
"Since my friend brought it up personally, my treasured tree is probably extraordinary, isn’t it?"
"Indeed, it is extraordinary, but it has been damaged and lost its wonders. However, I might be able to rejuvenate it."
Zhang Fusheng spoke very slowly, his mind clear. In the destiny event of the Five Mansions Temple, there was already a matter of reviving the Ginseng Fruit Tree....
The Earth Ancestor, weighing the pros and cons briefly, decisively said:
"Still, as I said, if the westward journey truly passes through my Five Mansions Temple, whether it be the Pusaka World or my treasure tree, they can be gifted to you, my friend."
"However, if the treasure tree is truly rejuvenated and bears fruit, I want to take one."
The World-Honored One Buddha smiled and said:
"It should be so."
The two laughed and talked, seeming like old friends who t again after a long separation, even as Zhang Fusheng extracted the Heaven and Earth Chessboard from the protective array of the Other Shore World,
relying on it to play a ga with the Earth Ancestor.
The opponent seed not to recognize this chessboard from the Five Mansions Temple.
Once the ga ended.
"I should depart now." The Ancestor of Land Immortals smiled and stood up: "This incarnation of mine will linger on the World Plateau, establishing a sect and enfeoffing the Earth Deity."
"If you, my friend, are interested, feel free to co visit at any ti; if you have anything that requires my assistance, rest assured I will oblige."
Zhang Fusheng laughed with a sigh:
"Compassion, compassion."
He watched the Earth Ancestor float away, his smile gradually fading.
For a long ti.
Zhang Fusheng’s gaze returned to Chang’an Town and the Jiuzong Mountain Range, settled on Yin Chang’an, with a slight frown.
Strange.
The Emperor Tang still cannot erge from Maitreya’s belly.
This is not good news, as long as the Emperor Tang doesn’t erge, the westward journey cannot continue....
Where exactly did things go wrong?
Is it because it isn’t February ninth yet?
There are only ten days left until February ninth now, and similarly, he now has absolute control over the Other Shore World,
and the Federation won’t co to cause trouble in the short term.
So, he can patiently wait for February ninth.
"After the World Venerate, who will I beco?" Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself, his gaze becoming profoundly deep,
standing behind the scenes as a Supre being, unaware of how many people’s attention is focused on him...
"Having achieved Ascension to God now, I could personally take a trip inside Maitreya’s belly to take a look at the Nine Netherworld—but there is no rush."
" and the gifts from the creatures upstream of the river of ti, there’s no rush to unveil them either."
Zhang Fusheng knows better than anyone that whether it’s the Nine Netherworld or the Celestial Emperor’s gifts, they undoubtedly involve extensive ties,
or perhaps—not perhaps, they certainly involve disputes among the Supres.
To get involved is not impossible, but it’s better to be cautious,
such as...
first achieving the Great Sage Spirit.
first making great strides at the Venerate level.
"There are so many matters..." Zhang Fusheng sighed lightly, starting to feel a headache,
the start of the westward journey, Yin Chang’an, Nine Netherworld, Li Xiuyuan, Celestial Emperor’s gifts...
These matters pile together, as if an invisible hand is urging him forward, forward, and further forward.
He refuses.
"Changle."
"World Venerate, I am here."
"Transmit my decree, open wide the Other Shore World, and anyone who wishes to co may do so, and if emissaries from various places arrive, let them settle first, as for myself..."
"I shall ditate on earthly tribulations for eighteen days."
"During these eighteen days, within the Other Shore World, all beings shall be free from suffering, filled with joy, acting compassionately, crossing the Sea of Suffering."
"The light of Bodhi shall also shine for eighteen days upon the human world."
After eighteen days, it will be the eighth of February.
Lin Changle conducted the ceremonial greeting with utmost respect, and upon raising her head again, the World-Honored One Buddha and the nine-zhang Bodhi tree had vanished without a trace.
She looked up, only to see the Bodhi Tree and the ditative figure above the sky.
"My Buddha, compassionate."
Lin Changle sighed softly.
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