Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2446: 217: Future Buddha Lord_4

Capítulo 2446: Chapter 217: Future Buddha Lord_4

King, Little Friend Wang?!

How could you possibly show up here?

After catching that form of address, all traces of uncertainty vanished from Wang Ba's mind; a spark of delight lit up his features as he nodded with evident pleasure:

Master Xinyuan, as the saying goes, encounters in life often come without warning... I had no idea I'd run into you in this place.

A flicker of astonishment crossed Buddha Tianyin's face:

Are you acquainted?

Xinyuan paused briefly, his gaze settling on Wang Ba.

With a warm smile and a nod, Wang Ba revealed the truth without reservation:

Master Xinyuan and I hail from the same origin—the Little Cang World.

Realization dawned on Buddha Tianyin in an instant, prompting a deep sigh:

What an extraordinary connection this is.

True Man Gai, however, knitted his brows faintly:

Middle-stage Unification? Tianyin, despite Buddhism's power to apply the Enlightenment method, isn't this base a bit too fragile? Do you think it can truly manage?

A look of confusion spread across Xinyuan's expression.

The usually quiet Yan Poluo broke his silence abruptly:

True Man, you've got it wrong—the future Buddha Lord isn't Xinyuan.

Both True Man Gai and Wang Ba froze in shock, their eyes instinctively turning toward Buddha Tianyin.

Buddha Tianyin gave a subtle nod, turning to Xinyuan with a gentle smile as he inquired:

I instructed him to arrive, yet he chose to bring you along instead—why was that?

Xinyuan let out a mild sigh of resignation but answered honestly anyway:

He mentioned that his destiny was drawing near, requiring some preparations, and requested that I arrive ahead... just to buy a little time.

Prepare?

This revelation left those gathered in the hall momentarily taken aback.

The manner of this future Buddha Lord seems... well, ha ha, quite out of the ordinary.

True Man Gai found himself compelled to comment.

A wry grin tugged at Buddha Tianyin's lips, betraying his own sense of powerlessness regarding this future Buddha Lord.

A trace of grave concern and hidden unease etched itself onto Yan Poluo's countenance, as though unwelcome thoughts had surfaced in his mind.

In an uncharacteristic move, he voiced his concern:

Buddha Lord, allow me to check on him.

Buddha Tianyin dismissed the offer with a casual wave, displaying remarkable patience, and replied smilingly:

No need, just leave him as he is for the time being.

Yan Poluo halted at the words, his worry deepening visibly on his features.

Wang Ba alone sensed an odd familiarity in this approach deep within, coupled with an enigmatic foreboding...

Right then.

A collective awareness stirred among them, drawing their attention beyond the hall's confines.

There, the Nine Heavens resembled fractured stained glass, with golden veins extending outward like a vast spider web.

A form clad in ornate golden Kasaya floated down, accompanied by cascading layers of radiance from the celestial vault over Xumi Mountain; every footfall rippled the void with sacred Buddha motifs, while a thousand-petaled Golden Lotus bloomed underfoot—the Twelve Grade Lotus Platform ascended alongside the Nine Ringed Staff, its tip's gem erupting in prismatic beams that transformed the entire minor realm into a shimmering sea of mirrors.

The Buddha Country of All Heavens took shape as an ethereal outline amid resonant brahmin incantations, encircled by Eight Heavenly Dragons whose scales gleamed with holy Buddha light; fierce Vajra Warriors, armed with Demon-Subduing Pestles, stood vigilant on either side—the arrival looked youthful, with fair skin and crimson lips, eyes sparkling like stars that seemed to cut through all deceptions.

He uttered calmly:

The marvels of Wanxiang fade like illusions; a single notion births Bodhi.

Gusts sweep across endless peaks, mists drape over countless valleys.

With a mind free of defilements, what troubles of good and evil arise?

The luminous moon bathes the endless cosmos; liberation mirrors the Buddha's own.

Yet these Buddha verses rang like a colossal gong, shattering the heavenly canopy and scattering myriad Shariputra relics skyward—each one mirroring the Blissful Pure Land in the emptiness, resembling a shower of gold upon the world, tinting the Three Thousand Miles of Sumeru Mountain in vibrant glass-like tones...

In that instant, all present, be it within or without the hall, found themselves compelled to gaze upward, utterly captivated by the magnificent display.

This vision likely surpassed anything even the immortals from the Second Realm Sea could conjure.

Within the hall.

The amazed True Man Gai let out a chuckle as he remarked:

Your future Buddha Lord from this domain is genuinely, utterly fascinating.

Despite Buddha Tianyin's elevated cultivation and composure, in front of this longtime companion, a touch of awkwardness colored his expression:

Ha ha, it's just the innocent mind of a youth, the innocent mind of a youth...

Yan Poluo's face paled a shade, his head bowed in silence, as if yearning to vanish into the earth.

Xinyuan, evidently no stranger to such antics, could merely direct a wry, resigned grin toward Wang Ba.

As the Kasaya-robed figure came into view, Wang Ba absorbed the torrent of knowledge surging from the newcomer straight into his thoughts—his face stayed composed, yet inner turmoil of joyful wonder surged like tides:

Well played! He wasn't pulling my leg after all!

This goes beyond mere heavenly linkage... what fortune, practically overshadowed by his glow entirely.

Their spirits linked in harmony.

Behold, the gold-plated Kasaya-clad silhouette shone brilliantly; the youthful monk grinned while descending leisurely, borne by the Lotus Platform with his Zen Stick in hand— a sleeve flick sent the attending Eight Heavenly Dragons and Vajra Warriors scattering swiftly, akin to startled flocks...

The young monk's expression tightened involuntarily, a silent mutter of frustration echoing in his thoughts.

Luckily, his composure was unshakeable; unfazed, he pressed palms together at his chest, offering a slight bow from afar to Buddha Tianyin:

Kong Zen pays respects to the Buddha Lord, to the Chief, to True Man Gai, to...

Layman Taiyi.