Secret Buyer

The Other Shore World is shrouded by an invisible barrier, with only a few able to enter for a thousand years.

Every thirty years, a young walker emerges to experience tribulations. Calculating the time, this generation’s walker should enter the world now.

"Donor Zhang is well-versed and knowledgeable," commented Shitianming in a calm manner.

"Master, you are too kind." Zhang Taishan clasped his hands in respect, his expression becoming more solemn.

The Other Shore World commands great reverence!

When speaking of it, any disrespect or lies are met with Heaven’s wrath—literal thunderous punishment!

In other words, everything the master says is truthful, and my son truly is the "Buddha Son"?

Thinking of this, Zhang Taishan’s reverence deepened, and he once again clasped his hands together, saying,

"My son Zhang Fusheng was named solely for peaceful blessings and prosperity. I never imagined such immense fortune, to earn the master’s favor! This is his destiny and the honor of the Zhang family!"

Zhang Fusheng? Lin Shiyu seemed deep in thought, her brow slightly furrowed. Is this the name of the future junior brother?

When Shitianming heard the name, he noticeably froze, a complex light flashing in his eyes, and he softly repeated, "Zhang Fusheng... Fusheng..."

The name reminded him of past events his master had mentioned, but the memories were vague; he couldn’t recall the specifics.

"Master, is there something inappropriate about my son’s name?" Zhang Taishan’s heart tightened, noticing his unusual expression.

"It’s nothing."

Shitianming snapped back to reality, shaking his head to conceal the strangeness in his eyes: "I merely recalled something from my master’s past, which has a slight connection to this name... Where is your son right now? I should take him under my wing soon, fulfilling my master’s trust."

Zhang Taishan’s smile became stiff, as he awkwardly scratched his head.

.........

Three streets away, at the Tian Shang Ren Jian Club.

The outer walls were inlaid with countless colored glass tiles, refracting iridescent light under the sun. Several scantily clad hostesses waited eagerly at the entrance, their soft voices stirring one’s imagination.

The luxurious private room remained unlit, a human bone lamp in the corner emitting a dark red glow. The lamp oil mixed with something sinister, releasing a blackish-blue smoke that coalesced into twisted little ghosts swirling in mid-air, exuding a frigid aura.

All four walls of the room were painted with eerie, blood-colored mandala totems, with an inverted lotus platform in the center.

On the platform was carved a half-naked wrathful divine statue, with six arms holding skull rods, human skin drums, bone whips, and bloodstained scripture scrolls, its face ferociously baring fanged teeth, eyes set with crimson gemstones.

"Drink... drink!"

Zhang Fusheng lounged on several white bodies, the girls intertwining into a lotus flower beneath him. The soul-attracting cinnabar on his brow glowed ominously under the eerie light, his body trembling lightly with the rhythm of the incantations.

He gulped down a bottle of wine, burping in satisfaction, gazing drunkenly at the little monk beside him.

"Master Tianyuan, is this meat lotus platform truly indescribable?" As he spoke, he patted the "meat lotus platform" beneath him, the girls letting out moans, their voices hollow like echoes.

"To speak frankly, Young Master Zhang," the little monk chuckled, his robe’s collar embroidered with a blood-red mandala pattern, with soul-attracting cinnabar also on his forehead:

"A thousand years ago, when our Buddhist Sect was listed as an evil sect by the Old Federation, it was divided into the Ling Mountain Lineage and the Mandala Lineage. This meat lotus platform is the Mandala Lineage’s extraordinary ’Human Treasure Technique’!"

"Human Treasure?" The youth’s interest was piqued.

"Indeed!"

The little monk intoned, "Great Black Heaven above," clasped his hands, with a faint halo appearing behind his head:

"If the Human Treasure is successfully forged, it will purify Young Master Zhang’s Essence, Qi, and Spirit, expelling external evil, never again being disturbed by those malevolent spirits!"

Zhang Fusheng’s face showed a hint of intrigue.

For several years, he couldn’t sleep well, frequently dreaming of chess games, the Eastern Emperor, Maitreya, and other strange people and events, with the dreams becoming ever more tangible,

according to this "master," these were caused by external evil spirits.

The surroundings echoed with incessant melancholy sounds, Zhang Fusheng exhaled a turbid breath,

standing beside him were several servant girls with soul-attracting cinnabar on their foreheads,

necklaces of small skulls hanging around their necks, their eyes empty like puppets, mechanically reciting incantations from time to time, their voices soft and lifeless.

"Great Black Heaven above..."

The little monk again intoned the Buddha’s name, looking at Zhang Fusheng with fervent eyes.

A Buddha seed.

An excellent Buddha seed!

If offered to the Great Black Heaven, one of the ten old masters of the Upper Realm, he truly could become a Buddha Son!

If in the future he even achieves divine status... my incense offerings could reach the heavens!

The little monk reached into the void, presenting a Buddha statue warmly: "Young Prince, this is our Buddha, the Six-armed Great Black Heaven, profound and mysterious, of supreme radiance."

Zhang Fusheng looked with curiosity at the Buddha statue, resembling a divine young man with six large arms, a wrathful expression, a withered woman’s figure clinging behind it, except...

He scratched his head in confusion, feeling that this Buddha statue and the withered woman looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen them in a dream!

Zhang Fusheng suddenly shuddered, looking at the little monk with a wary gaze, just about to speak when the dim room suddenly brightened, the door having unknowingly been opened!

"World-Honored One Buddha, Great Compassion and Mercy!"

The Buddha’s name boomed like thunder, suppressing all the melancholy sounds in the room, the meaning of bright righteousness, vast and majestic, resonating!

"Ling Mountain?!"

The little monk suddenly floated up, and the old monk who strode in had furious eyes wide open:

"Mandala!"

Two great sounds clashed, stirring up towering waves!

If they hadn’t been afraid of injuring Young Master Zhang and deliberately restrained their might and force, the entire building might have already turned to ashes!

The old monk glanced at the six-armed Great Black Heaven held by the little monk, his expression stern, but his eyes suddenly burst with a fierce, bloodthirsty aura!

Caught by this fierce aura, the little monk’s scalp tingled:

"How do you know the techniques of the Mandala Lineage?!"

Shitianming sneered coldly, without answering—his master in earlier years was also from the Mandala Lineage, only later joining the grand Ling Mountain lineage.

The two Innate Realm experts now confronted each other, and the youth, originally sitting recklessly on the flesh lotus platform, fell down in terror,

he climbed up, escaping the booth in three hurried steps, only to run into Zhang Taishan’s gloomy face.

"Dad..."

"You wretched child!" Zhang Taishan was clearly furious: "How many times have I told you, distance yourself from the malicious and the odd paths, you, you..."

He clutched his chest, and the old butler hastily stepped forward to support him.

Inside the booth, Brahma and thunderous sounds echoed, with a scarlet mist flowing out. Lin Shiyu on the side chanted softly:

"Universal Illumination!"

She pressed her palms together, her Qi blood smoke manifesting behind her, swirling into the phantom of an Arhat, forcibly repelling the scarlet mist.

After doing all this, Lin Shiyu finally looked at this playboy before her, raising an eyebrow.

This guy... doesn’t seem to be anything good.

She noticed several naked young women who escaped the room, her expression turning even more disapproving,

while the thunderous and Brahma sounds in the booth grew more intense, inside it was a blur, only the silhouettes of two awe-inspiring figures confronting each other were visible!

"Go!"

Zhang Taishan said with a grim expression, the old butler made a gesture, casually tearing open the wall, preparing to flee with the others, away from this place,

Suddenly at this moment.

"Mandala Lineage, huh?"

It seemed as if the Brahma sound was rising from the horizon again.

As the great sound rose, in a moment, then another moment.

Zhang Fusheng suddenly felt chills all over, instinctively looking towards the sky outside, dumbfounded on the spot.

The celestial vault no longer bore a clear sky.

Only a massive, sky-obscuring golden palm imprint remained, overturning and pressing down!

The entire city lost its brilliance at this moment!

"Stop!"

Shitianming’s voice exploded, he didn’t know when he had appeared outside the building, standing beside him was the little monk,

The two surprisingly joined forces at this moment, together summoning the vast Buddha’s Light, forcibly resisting the massive golden palm imprint!

Waves spread out, as if tens of thousands of gold bells thundered simultaneously, Zhang Fusheng, who was nearby, was shocked by the bell sound, his eyelids flipped, and he fainted on the ground.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices.

Before passing out, he faintly heard that the old monk and Master Tianyuan were shouting in unison, calling the terrifying existence that wielded the golden palm imprint... "The Walker on the Other Shore."

What is the Walker on the Other Shore?

This thought flashed through Zhang Fusheng’s mind, and he fainted completely.

......

Dark, dark.

"Where is this?"

Zhang Fusheng raised his head blankly, looking around confusedly.

It seemed like he was in a Taoist Palace?

He saw himself enveloped by an indescribable chaotic fog, and beneath him was a meditation mat.

"How did I get here?"

Zhang Fusheng didn’t understand, only feeling a severe pain in his head, as if something was about to awaken.

There were footsteps.

He instinctively looked up, towards the gates of this Taoist Palace.

Outside the gates were stairs white as jade, one ghostly figure after another was approaching.

"High above the heavens, gathering of the High Heavens..." these two phrases inexplicably flashed through Zhang Fusheng’s mind.