The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 897 - 395: Are You Lacking a Buddha?_2

Chapter 897: Chapter 395: Are You Lacking a Buddha?_2

"This, senior, as for the matters concerning the Buddha, this young monk dares not to speak wildly,"

Qi Yuan cautiously said, "To become the Buddha, merely possessing good looks is not enough. One must also have profound Buddhist teachings to convince all the Buddhas; they must shake the Buddha Nation and let the Buddha light shine universally!"

Becoming the Buddha is not so simple.

In the Buddha Nation, there are True Buddhas of the Realm of Ultimate Reasoning, yet they cannot convince the assembly of Buddhas like the Great Sunlight Buddha.

One important reason is that to become the Buddha, one must be recognized by the Creation Strange Treasure of the Buddha Nation.

The entire Buddha Nation is a Creation Strange Treasure.

So far, only the Buddha has been recognized by the Creation Strange Treasure of the Buddha Nation.

"The points you mentioned, I feel my friend, no, several of my friends are suitable.

Would you mind recommending them to the higher-ups?" Qi Yuan said with anticipation.

Qi Yuan felt he had quite a knack for people.

Seeing the Buddha Nation leaderless, he thought of recommending a few people to become the Buddha.

To avoid making it awkward for the other party, he even used "advanced sales techniques" normally wielded by "sales managers" to offer a choice.

It’s like in a restaurant, if you’re asked whether you want green tea or milk, most people will choose one. But if simply asked if they want a drink, they might refuse.

So, Qi Yuan directly recommended a few candidates.

"This... maybe this monk should inquire?"

Refusal, Can Tuo Demi-Buddha dared not refuse.

He was afraid that this Blood Master with an abnormal mind would beat him to death.

You see, that old woman previously was less significant than dust in the eyes of beings like them and not worth their attention.

And yet this Blood Master had to talk so much with that old woman; his behavior was too bizarre, utterly baffling.

"However, as a monk of low status, the inquiry may not reach the ears of the True Buddha,"

"No worries, just help me ask," Qi Yuan was not in a hurry.

Even if he couldn’t get an answer, he could just ask at the Great Buddha Assembly.

His intention would surely be received by all the Buddhas.

...

Flowing Wind Realm.

The once dilapidated City of No Return had now become a desolate wasteland.

The man was tall and straight, his eyes filled with a sighing look: "I once dreamed of returning home in glory, but where are my fellow villagers?"

Seven thousand years ago, the man had penetrated the Five Realms, stepped into the Sixth Realm, and ascended to the Higher Realm.

After a thousand years of struggling in the Higher Realm, he made some achievements.

Lately, he heard about the disputes within the Buddha Nation, which were happening in his homeland, the Flowing Wind Realm.

Without a second thought, he returned directly to the Flowing Wind Realm.

After all, the Flowing Wind Realm was too small to withstand the disputes of the Buddha Nation and might cause upheaval.

He returned to the Lower Realm to care for his old friends.

But upon his return, he realized that he was far too weak.

He was no match for even a Demi-Buddha.

Chen Huan felt disappointment and helplessness.

It was more comfortable following the Blood Master, carefree, with nothing to worry about.

After all... the Blood Master would create miracles.

He just needed to take good care of the suona team.

Old friends have departed eastward, no longer does one see the red-robed suona team of yesteryear."

Chen Huan composed a poem involuntarily, his voice filled with solitude.

Next to him, the Kunshrimp Daoist’s eyes sparkled with a smile: "This Blood Master is rather interesting, he does have quite the Qi and Movement."

After descending to the Lower Realm, the Kunshrimp Daoist began to lay low and hide.

He encountered Chen Huan and deliberately befriended him.

After all, he needed to keep a low profile and couldn’t go around gathering information everywhere.

"Frankly speaking, if the Blood Master is willing to acknowledge me as his godson, I would instantly kneel and call him dad!" Chen Huan said, his eyes brimming with intense regret.

Unfortunately, he had not seized the opportunity back then.

On the road, he also told the Kunshrimp Daoist some things about the Blood Master, of course, he kept some secrets.

Out of the blue, Chen Huan’s expression changed as he looked towards a desolate tavern: "What did you say?"

A powerful presence swept over, and the cultivators’ faces in the tavern shifted in color.

"Senior, we were saying... the Blood Master has reappeared in the world..."

"The world is getting more chaotic, even ancient relics like the Blood Master are emerging."

"Indeed, but it’s a pity that this is no longer the era of the Blood Master."

The cultivators in the tavern, some wistful, seemingly lamenting the twilight of a hero.

Chen Huan did not share this feeling but excitedly asked, "Where is the Blood Master now?"

He was extremely excited.

Previously, when the Blood Master left with the source of world destruction, no one thought he would still be alive.

Now, the Blood Master was actually still alive, how could he not be thrilled?

Even if it was a fake, he wanted to see for himself!

"The Blood Master stays nowhere in particular; he once said he would attend the Great Buddha Assembly in three months,"

someone said.

As for the reappearance of the Blood Master, it was like a grain of sand dropped into a lake, barely causing any ripples.

Now, in the Flowing Wind Realm, Buddha is the leading force.

As for the Blood Palace, the Blood Master, apart from a few interested parties, nobody pays attention.

As for the information about the Blood Master’s appearance, it was spread by Qi Yuan.

If there are some old friends who wish to see him, they should come to the Wan Buddha Convention.

As for others, Qi Yuan doesn’t care.

Now, he is still wandering around, accompanying Goldfinch and Ningtuo, taking paths they have never taken before.

Along the way, looking for the door that mischievously left home.

I’ve only heard of people leaving their hometown, but this is the first time Qi Yuan has heard of a door doing the same.

"Fellow Daoist, this is where we part ways, I am off to the Wan Buddha Convention to meet the Blood Master!" Chen Huan said to Kunshrimp Daoist as they parted ways; he was very excited now.

He was eager to show off in front of the Blood Master, "See... My Divine Sense!"

Of course, what excited him even more was the fact that the Blood Master had not died.

At that moment, Kunshrimp Daoist narrowed his eyes, "I am quite interested in this Blood Master as well. How about I accompany you, to see this legendary figure and also attend the Wan Buddha Convention."

The thoughts of Kunshrimp Daoist were simple.

Though he lay dormant in the Lower Realm, one shouldn’t act too submissively.

He also didn’t dare to rashly make moves or establish a force.

In that case, if the people from Taihuang Palace found this place, he would be easily discovered.

The best method was to take over a local force.

However, he was exceedingly careful and cautious.

These forces, related to the Buddha Nation, he did not dare to strike.

This Blood Master, and so-called Blood Palace, weren’t they just ripe for the picking?

Some strength, some elders, some fame.

In time, with a slight display of his skills, making the Blood Master into a puppet, all would be well.

As for Chen Huan, it was not yet time to make a move on him.

After all, Chen Huan came from the Higher Realm and had some connections there. If he vanished, it might cause a lot of trouble.

Kunshrimp Daoist looked amiable, his eyes smiling.

This trip to the Lower Realm, everything was going smoothly, destiny was in his favor!

...

"Alas, too tragic, too tragic!"

"I don’t want to become a bald donkey; I still want to marry a wife!"

Ling Yayi screamed miserably, his expression poignant enough to move people.

Buddha Master Wuguang looked at him, his gaze calm: "It’s been ten thousand years and you still haven’t gotten married, do you think you can now?

Married or not, it doesn’t seem to have any impact on you, might as well... join our Buddha Sect."

Ling Yayi’s mouth twitched, frozen in an awkward expression.

There seemed to be some truth to what Buddha Master Wuguang said.

Upholding or breaking the precept of chastity made no difference to him?

Having lived for tens of thousands of years, whom had he lusted after?

Should he blame the women of the world for being too peculiar-looking, not to his taste?

Maybe... chop it off then!

"Right, there’s some news I have to share with you."

Complex emotions flickered in Buddha Master Wuguang’s eyes.

"What news?" Ling Yayi was slightly startled.

"A True Buddha received a message that the Great Sunlight Gold Lotus is on the Blood Master."

Buddha Master Wuguang had just learned this news himself.

The events that had happened inside the Ten Thousand Demons Gate could not be kept secret forever and were now known to some of the True Buddhas.

"So what if it is on my master, do you think you can find him?" Ling Yayi was defiant.

His master, having consumed the source of world destruction, would at best leave behind a small piece when he died.

Could these Buddhas possibly find his master’s corpse and recall his soul?

"The latest news is that there are rumors of the Blood Master’s reappearance, and he will be attending the Wan Buddha Convention.

Perhaps, he wishes to meet some old friends at the convention."

"What?!!" Ling Yayi was completely shocked, his body trembling, an immense joy spreading rapidly; and then he became terrified, "If master shows up, what would those True Buddhas do to him?"

If his master was still alive and deeply connected to the Great Sunlight Gold Lotus.

He couldn’t imagine what would happen.

Buddha Master Wuguang shook his head, his expression complex, "This little monk does not know."

The implication was clear.

The Great Sunlight Gold Lotus definitely couldn’t stay inside the Blood Master.

If the Great Sunlight Gold Lotus was taken, the fate of the Blood Master would be no different from death.

Ling Yayi’s gaze shifted, and after a long time, he said, "If I become a Holy Buddha Master, can I save my master’s life?"

"Yes."

"Wuguang, shave my head, quick!"

"And bring some real beauties, ten times more than before!"

"Today, I will challenge my own limits!"