Secret Buyer

Chapter 393 - 283: Great Leiyin Temple (3)

"It’s just a seemingly insignificant True Spirit."

He murmured, recalling the terrifying presence of Yellow Eyebrow that day, the terrifying will contained within that faint True Spirit, which rendered even Deities with Great Divine Techniques helpless.

"Anchor."

Zhang Fusheng spoke in a deep voice, a bold idea emerging in his mind!

The three hundred and sixty-five scrolls appeared before him,

he didn’t even look, directly pointing to the first scroll, the Divine Realm trembled, and an unremarkable tall mountain emerged.

Zhang Fusheng smiled, gently knocking on the Gate of the Past, changing his choice— the second scroll.

The inconspicuous mountain in the Divine Realm suddenly transformed into a great river.

Then, change again.

Zhang Fusheng knocked on the Gate of the Past, telling his former self— choose the third scroll.

The great river turned into a mountain ridge.

Continue.

The mountain ridge transformed into a Divine Mountain, exuding a hundred thousand feet of immortal mist, accompanied by breathtaking divine light,

Zhang Fusheng looked again and again, but still couldn’t recognize the origin of this Divine Mountain— it was far inferior to Longevity Mountain.

So, he continued changing.

The fourth scroll, the fifth scroll...

One magnificent scene after another rapidly transformed within the Divine Realm.

At this moment, externally.

A completely obese person, at this moment, appeared extremely agile, squeezing into the secret chamber in the top-floor room.

"Sir, Ruan Yutu has arrived."

The fat man twisted his massive buttocks, wearing a flattering smile:

"That old turtle Su Qiansuan is certain to declare independence within half a year at most, Ruan Yutu is his most beloved disciple, what do you think?"

Sitting upright, the black-clad youth covered in wounds raised his eyes, coldly asking:

"Is she alone?"

"Not quite, there’s also a little rascal who looks about four or five years old, I suspect he’s Su Qiansuan’s son."

"Oh?"

The black-clad youth showed some interest, yet coughed bitterly,

he coughed up some black blood, catching his breath:

"Indeed, Windmill Village is excessively terrifying... a blood-stained White Snake coils there, its dragon horn pointing, able to unleash Thunderbolts that slay Deities."

After a pause, the black-clad youth squinted, continuing:

"Notify the stationed troops to capture Ruan Yutu, I won’t show up, this way you can continue to remain undercover."

"Yes, sir."

The fat man fawned with a smile, yet added:

"I’m considering whether to arrange more, let some spies in Yingtian Province be sacrificed, pretending to connect with Ruan Yutu."

"In this way, Ruan Yutu’s arrival can be framed as colluding with the rebels..."

The black-clad youth pondered:

"It could work, a rather clever plan, this way the Capital will have a reason to launch an attack on the Golden Province in advance, leaving Su Qiansuan no more preparation time."

The fat man nodded, making a phone call.

After a while, he hung up, humbly:

"Everything’s arranged, they need twenty minutes to arrange testimonies, I’ll go hold Ruan Yutu."

"Go."

The black-clad youth nodded wearily, unable to contain it, coughing up a large mouthful of pitch-black blood.

His injuries were truly severe.

Before leaving, the fat man suddenly seemed to think of something, hesitating:

"Ruan Yutu said they came through Windmill Village..."

"Impossible."

The youth decisively waved his hand:

"The White Snake coils there, even a Venerate passing through would be severely injured like me."

Finally, he spoke with some regret:

"It’s just a pity about those two unique skeletons in Windmill Village...."

The fat man’s eyes shifted:

"Sir, are you referring to...?"

The black-clad youth glanced at him, not concealing— after all, no one could enter Windmill Village, even a Divine Spirit like himself wouldn’t fare well.

He then said:

"The White Snake is coiled around two very unique corpses, one of a boy and the other a youth, the boy’s corpse exudes a rich destiny, the youth’s corpse has the legendary double pupils..."

He spoke, squinting:

"It’s a pity, last year when I went to explore Windmill Village, I was a step too late to seize the two corpses, otherwise..."

He sighed again, waving his hand.

The fat man respectfully withdrew.

.........

Divine Realm.

"Continue."

Zhang Fusheng altered the past for the hundredth time, and the anchored extraordinary scene in the Divine Realm changed again.

This time, the change manifested as a desolate great river, its water crystal clear, yet exuding a strange sense of stillness,

Zhang Fusheng studied it for a moment, then tossed a pebble, the pebble flew, plummeting over the great river, sinking to the bottom.

"Weak Water?"

Zhang Fusheng shook his head, and changed again.

It was an unknown Immortal Palace, a hall suffused with divine light, a cloud sea imbued with Buddha’s Light...

Not satisfied, not satisfied, still not satisfied.

The Human Species Bag had accompanied Maitreya Buddha for countless years, appearing in many places,

in the Celestial Court, on Ling Mountain, and perhaps even in the Taoist Palaces of some Supreme beings!

One scene after another was anchored, and the remaining scrolls became fewer and fewer.

Each time the past was changed, the previously chosen scroll would disappear, leaving no chance to change the past and choose again.

The reason was unknown, it seemed this ’anchoring’ possessed a uniqueness above time and space, once chosen, it vanished completely, even from the [past].

Zhang Fusheng became somewhat hesitant— few chances remained.

"I cannot be greedy anymore."

He sighed lightly, for he didn’t know which of these scrolls held the best scenes—

it was even possible the best had been overlooked or changed by him.

The three hundredth scroll.

The three hundredth scroll manifested as a palace temple, not particularly grand nor magnificent.

Zhang Fusheng glanced at it, habitually preparing to knock on the Gate of the Past and choose the three hundred and first scene.

He forcibly halted his action.

"That is..."

Zhang Fusheng murmured, staring fixedly at the plaque of the palace temple.

[Great Leiyin Temple].