Secret Buyer

Chapter 382 - 279: Buddhist Scriptures Flow from the Mouth, Buddha-Nature Now Forms Great Bodhi

He is already resplendent with Buddha’s Light, deeply imbued with Buddha-nature.

Zhang Fusheng did not insist on reciting the Great Compassion Mantra completely—perhaps due to his insufficient cultivation, he found it difficult to recite the scriptures of the past in their entirety.

But it doesn’t matter.

Then switch to another.

He continued to beat up the Red Bull, reciting the Heart Sutra.

"The Bodhisattva Guanyin, practicing deeply the Prajna Paramita, perceives that all five aggregates are empty, and transcends all suffering and distress..."

Buddha-nature became even more profound, taking root within him, growing into a towering tree.

"Sariputra, form does not differ from emptiness, emptiness does not differ from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

The Heart Sutra became impossible to recite.

The Red Bull was very miserable now, but still proud and silent.

Then continue the beating.

Eight thousand nine hundred years of spiritual accumulation allowed Zhang Fusheng to recall every scripture he had seen in his past life without missing a word.

So, it was the Ksitigarbha’s Original Vow Sutra, the Medicine Buddha Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Lankavatara Sutra, the Tathagata Sutra...

For each scripture, he could at most recount half, unable to gain the great benefits as if writing the entire Analects—like the Vast Literary Fortune.

But even so, his Buddha-nature had grown unimaginably profound.

Ruan Yutu gazed blankly, seeing his adoptive father standing quietly there, deeply imbued with Buddha-nature, a Golden Body gleaming,

now displaying the Eighteen-foot True Body, and seemed as if his adoptive father was a living Eighteen-foot True Buddha!

The Buddha was glaring, using fists and feet to enlighten the Red Bull.

"I submit!"

The Red Bull shouted, not afraid of the pain from the beating,

but what terrified it was that every punch from this junior was imbued with profound Buddha-nature and golden light piercing from between the punches, infiltrating its body and spirit!

And that Buddha-nature was extraordinarily heavy, even its spiritual will couldn’t resist, truly being enlightened, forcefully converted!

If it continued, even its main body might be affected, turning into a Buddhist!

"Submit?"

The Eighteen-foot True Buddha laughed:

"I don’t think so!"

The Buddha remained furious, reciting scripture after scripture, speaking Chapters of Buddhist Technique, with unclean anger swirling around his fists,

using fists and feet as wake-up calls, with Buddha-nature and Brahma Sound as the oar of salvation, enlightening the Red Bull!

The bull was very miserable, lying on the ground.

Zhang Fusheng began to preach the non-existent ’Buddha Speaks of the Amitabha Sutra’ in the world.

"Thus have I heard, once, Buddha resided in the Savatthi Jetavana Garden. Along with a great Bhikkhu assembly of twelve hundred and fifty monks, all were Great Arhats..."

This scripture was very special.

He exerted all his strength, yet could only say this segment.

But with this very passage, behind him suddenly Buddha’s Light pierced the dim darkness, depicting the spectral images of twelve hundred and fifty Great Arhats!

Though not truly Great Arhats, merely phenomena, mere reflections,

they stood there, behind Zhang Fusheng, as celestial might!

The Red Bull’s Divine Embryo was barely alive:

"I submit!"

It said finally, getting up, and then faced Zhang Fusheng, bowing down on its front hooves.

Zhang Fusheng raised his great fist, light shone from all directions, illuminating everywhere with existence and nonexistence.

He said:

"Compassion."

Then withdrew his fist, stood in the wooden building, sang and sighed:

"All beings suffer, the Sea of Suffering is boundless!"

The wooden building swayed, dyed with golden Buddha’s Light, transforming into a true treasure.

Ruan Yutu looked foolishly at this scene, a thought suddenly burst into her mind—this is the Holy Land where Buddha was born.

Meanwhile,

the many half parts of Buddhist scriptures Zhang Fusheng recited manifested and revolved quietly around him,

A great sun halo behind his head, golden lamps in his eyes shone brightly, as though filled with great purity, great joy, great compassion.

Then,

this Eighteen-foot True Buddha stretched lazily, stepped on the Red Bull’s back, and sat cross-legged.

"What has happened outside?"

The Buddha asked.

The nearly converted Red Bull said tremblingly:

"The Sword Furnace formed by hundred thousand Roc Feathers has enveloped the Buddhist Temple, the Investigation Bureau man’s spiritual avatar walked into the temple, has not yet come out..."

Before finishing the sentence.

A rumbling sound suddenly roared from outside.

The Golden Body Buddha on the Red Bull’s back looked sideways, his gaze swirling, floating with a brilliant golden sea,

He saw, far afield the Sword Furnace crumbled, four Arhat stone statues and thirty-six Vajra stone statues rushed out of the Buddhist Temple,

Buddha’s Light spread out there, illuminating ten miles around as if Pure Land.

Those pedestrians and merchants bound and imprisoned, at this moment almost all prostrated on the ground, making obeisance towards the temple devoutly.

They all had revered incense, received the Yellow Skin’s impartation of the Future Scripture, capable of glimpsing the future for a moment.

"Yellow Eyebrow..."

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself, the golden ocean in his eyes dimmed, the Bodhi Tree entwined by vast Buddha-nature behind him also disappeared.

He transformed back from the Eighteen-foot True Buddha, into that slovenly old man.

He spoke, his voice calm:

"Let the outside stir... let the outside stir... Yutu."

"Adoptive Father, I’m here." The masked girl walked over, bowing her head.

Zhang Fusheng said:

"Go get paper and ink for me."

Where nearby can one find such things?

But Ruan Yutu nodded earnestly, didn’t use the Divine Realm for void creation, instead walked out of the wooden building, ignoring the grand commotion afar, a thousand miles with each step, heading towards Jin City.

She truly intends to go into the city and buy paper, ink, and brush.

The Red Bull hesitated for a moment, then couldn’t help but ask:

"Just what are you planning to do?"

The old man riding on the bull’s back laughed and replied:

"Have you seen Buddha?"

The Red Bull snorted and answered:

"Slaughtered some of the Duan Buddha Celestial Position deities of Ling Mountain."

Zhang Fusheng choked for a moment, continued:

"I mean, the real Buddha."