"Multi-God Buddha gave a hint and said, 'Sister, follow me.'"
The two arrived at the seclusion place of Duobao, the senior brother of Jiejiao School opened the door of the meditation room, and quickly lit an ancient oil lamp in the dim meditation room.
There are two master forgers in the primordial chaos.
One is Yunzhongzi, and the other is Duodao Sage.
They are both skilled in refining weapons. As the disciples of the Saint, they can access a lot of Saint's original spiritual treasures, and they have made many high-quality replicas of the posthumous spiritual treasures.
Yunzhongzi has limited cultivation and access to materials, with many spiritual treasures being one-time use. Duobao, however, has much higher cultivation and refining skills. As the elder disciple of the headmaster, he has an endless supply of spiritual materials at his disposal. The posthumous spiritual treasures he refines are not only of high quality but also come in a wide variety of functions.
At this moment, a green flame appeared in the oil lamp in front of him. The lamp was ancient in design, emitting a faint aura of death and mystery from within to without, which was the spiritual carriage lamp he had copied.
Duobao held a finger on the oil lamp and chanted a spell.
The wick flickered rapidly, the flame flickered between bright and dim, eventually settling into a picture.
A sturdy figure of a Taoist was speaking low to the oil lamp this way.
Jinling knew the Taoist, this was the second disciple of Menghe Laozhu, said to have betrayed his master's doorstep, Dahuantian.
Dahuantian's strength is weaker than that of Bazhen but stronger than that of Dipamkara, and he is now at the early stage of the Supreme Golden Saint realm.
This is a past scene, judging from the outward signs, it seems to have been enshrouded by more than ten seals, and the dialogue partner of Dahuantian is clearly Duodao Sage.
Duobao closed his eyes and did not speak. Jinling listened carefully. The words of Dahuantian in the flames were indistinct, and the flickering flame of the wick also affected the transmission of sound.
"The old ancestor has closed his eyes again, and Bazhen has gone to the nine-heaven realm. The ancestor is ethereal, and in your next life, there will be a supreme benevolent man and a benevolent woman who will propagate the Anuttara Tripiṭaka Buddha!"
As the word "Buddha" was spoken, the spiritual lamp that Duodao had copied broke completely apart. It seems that Dahuantian in the image saw something terrifying, his face pale, and then the image was crushed by some strange energy. The faint light within the high-quality spiritual lamp flickered twice before finally extinguishing.
"Brother, what does this mean?"
Jinling was completely confused. Duodao has some friends outside the teachings, which is normal. The good friend of Jiejiao, Shen Gongpang, is an example. It cannot be said that those Jiejiao cultivators and Shen Gongpang have a good relationship, so they should be treated as traitors.
No matter the relationship between Duobao and Dahuantian, Jinling did not care. She cared about the supreme being mentioned by Dahuantian, known as "Buddha" in the old days. This term is very unfamiliar in today's Hundan world.
Duobao knew she had doubts in her heart and explained slowly, "The elder of the River of Death seems to have changed his path to a great avenue. You should have seen the Blood River Formation, younger sister. I actually also went to see it. The elder said to his two disciples that he saw a trace of reality in the ultimate illusion, he saw Buddha! Dahuantian was very afraid, so he told this message to me. I have been thinking about it for a long time and do not know if this is good or bad."
Jinling still didn't believe it: "Brother, what is your confidence level?"
This time it was Duobao who hesitated, he thought for a while before saying, "Less than one percent. The elder of the River of Death is very mad, but the four hundred and eighty million blood deities always keep him clear-minded. The mad River is very scary, Dahuantian even suspects that he may have already"
"What?" Duobao did not continue.
Jinling guessed a possible reason, Duobao nodded gently, "Yes, just like you guessed. So we cannot say."
"This is not possible, is it? That is the elder of the River of Death who heard the teachings with all the sages at the same time!"
Jinling widened her eyes. Has the River of Death gone mad? If he has, why would you believe his nonsense?
After careful consideration, the Dao Ancestor and the Magical Ancestor are at the same level. It may be true that some key information can be obtained after going mad.
At the level of the semi-sage, both Jinling and Duobao are very certain of one thing: in the primordial chaos, there is no true purity. Reality can be derived from illusion; the earth element can be generated from the fire element; and when chaos reaches its peak, it represents the descent of order.
What is the current time? It is the chaotic period of the Heavenly Machine Calamity.
The grandiose
With the chaotic environment, the River of Death being mad, and the temptation of the Magical Ancestor, it might just be possible to glimpse some future scenes that are strictly controlled by Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Could this supreme being known as Buddha be the saint of the future?
Jinling currently has no thoughts about the saint position. In particular, involving magic makes her a bit scared. Duodao is determined to compete for the saint position, so let him go.
Thinking of the previous discussion between them, she had a sudden realization: "Brother, are you planning to verify this on Shen Shou's life?"
Duobao also has many concerns about the existence of "Buddha." Since King Zhou is acting recklessly, he plans to let King Zhou test it out.
If successful, Duobao could contact Dahuantian again. He could surpass many saint disciples and go ahead to make arrangements.
If it fails, then what is destroyed by Buddha will be the Shang Dynasty's state, which has nothing to do with him.
"This is exactly my intention."
"I am willing to lend a hand to Brother."
"Good."
King Zhou, who was wiping out the Jie school with his sword, was never a man to sit back and wait. He definitely had a backup plan.
Many cultivators from the peripheral schools were lured into the Shang Dynasty camp by the temptations of money, offerings, and human merit. Many of them were not even considered immortals; they were merely half immortals like Master Jie Ziya. King Zhou did not turn away anyone who came; he accepted them all.
The Goddess Luo wrote letters to her sycophants, urging them to come and protect the Shang Dynasty's state.
It must be said that her charm is indeed strong. Several handsome immortals came forward, some of whom have been cultivating since the Yan Emperor era. By today, they have been cultivating for thousands of years.
In addition to the beauties and muscular men, King Zhou also developed a third hobby: being a sissy! These handsome, fair-skinned immortals and muscular men are not of the same type. Doing things with them really has a different kind of sensation.
After handling all the day's official duties, King Zhou called on Fe Zhong, and spent his days with sissies, sometimes even adding the Goddess Luo for a battle of the intestines. He was also starting to feel a bit tired.
He asked, "Have there been any fresh news in the city recently?"
After Fei Lian and E Lai died, Fei Zhong's status with King Zhou rose once again, almost to the level he had when he first entered service.
Fei Zhong thought for a moment, and suddenly had an idea.
He said with a fawning expression, "Your Majesty, there are many military officers and officials in the city who are worshiping a deity named Buddha. It is said to be very effective. Why don't we go and take a look?"
"Oh? There's such a thing? Is this Buddha from the Jie School or the Chuan School?"
"Neither of them, it is said to come from the outer world."
King Zhou showed some interest: "Then let's prepare horses. I really want to see what makes this Buddha so special."
