Chapter 394.2: The Buddhas Guidance Saved You? Now the Buddha Is Here—Was It Really His Guidance?

Chapter 394.2: The Buddha's Guidance Saved You? Now the Buddha Is Here—Was It Really His Guidance?

Like a divine proclamation, Qi Yuan’s voice surged across the heavens, resounding through the entire mountain. The pagoda’s ancient bell shook violently, and Buddhist light burst forth.

Bai Baixiang was dumbfounded and covered her mouth. "That's a Sixth Realm Half-Buddha! How dare you?!"

Even her master, a hegemon of the Flowing Wind World ten thousand years ago, had avoided these upper world Buddhas like the plague! And he had also been at the Sixth Realm! After all, these Buddhas were not only fearsome but also came from lofty backgrounds.

Even the Blood Palace at its peak could not compare with them. And yet, Qi Yuan had casually called out to the Buddha as though the Buddha were his lackey. What exactly was he doing?!

Sure enough, more than a hundred monks were enraged.

"Who dares make such noise before the pagoda?!"

"Why aren’t you kneeling?! You’re standing before a Half-Buddha!"

Accustomed to throwing their weight around, they naturally flew into a rage when challenged.

Deep within the pagoda, the gleaming golden Half-Buddha suddenly jolted awake. Cold sweat dripped on his forehead. T-this aura... This realm?!

Golden light erupted from the pagoda. The towering figure of the Half-Buddha emerged. Countless monks and believers immediately knelt devoutly.

Half-Buddha’s voice resounded, imbued with Buddhist nature. "I welcome you to my humble abode, Benefactor! May I ask why you have come?"

Deep in the Half-Buddha's eyes was wariness. He was trying to discern Qi Yuan's identity. Still, as someone who hailed from the sacred Land of Buddhas, he feared no ordinary Yin Spirit cultivator.

Seeing the Half-Buddha still talking nonsense, Qi Yuan hooked a finger. "Come here, you."

All the world's essence energy froze. Terror appeared on the Half-Buddha's face. Even with Buddhist light shining and divine power surging through him, he could not break free. His eyes were filled with horror. A Mythic?! And not an ordinary one, at that!

Qi Yuan casually dragged the lofty Half-Buddha down like a chicken.

All the monks stared in shock. Something inside them seemed to shatter. The old woman also turned deathly pale, her worldview collapsing.

The majestic, untouchable Half-Buddha now bent his back and smiled obsequiously at the blood-robed man like a lackey. "Senior, how have I offended you?"

After all, the other party was a Mythic powerhouse! Even in the upper world, Mythics were major figures, second only to the Yang Spirits! A mere Half-Buddha like him was nothing!

Qi Yuan pointed at the old woman. "I saved her earlier, but she said it was you who guided me to save her. But was it really?"

Hadn't she just said that the Buddha guided her to salvation? Now he had summoned the Buddha himself to confront the matter face-to-face.

Let's see what she says now.

Qi Yuan was very serious about such things. He paid attention to details. If a stray dog barked at him on the roadside, he would sit down and reason with it for half an hour until it apologized. After all, weren’t freedom and satisfaction the purpose of cultivation?

The Half-Buddha's expression changed repeatedly. He stared alternately between the old woman and Qi Yuan, about to cry. I was dragged over like a chicken for this?! My dignity is gone! Besides, why is this Mythic acting so strangely?

the Half-Buddha loathed the old woman to death. "How would I dare guide you?! It would be more accurate to say that you guided me!"

Qi Yuan immediately beamed. "See? Even your Buddha says my saving you had nothing to do with his guidance. Now, are you going to thank me?"

The old woman's faith had collapsed. She stammered, unable to force out a single word of thanks.

A trace of coldness flashed through Ning Tao's eyes. "Since it was the Buddha's guidance, now that the Buddha himself is here, let's see what he can guide you through."

With a glance, she sent the old woman back over the cliff, clinging to that same tree root for dear life. She screamed miserably, "Help! Help!"

Yet this time, the True Buddha offered no guidance.

***

Inside the pagoda, the Half-Buddha's attitude was incomparably humble, as if Qi Yuan was a plague god. "Senior, these are all the Divine Methods I have!"

Qi Yuan accepted the Divine Methods and grinned. "How many big baldies have descended from the upper world? Are they all as rich as you?"

The Half-Buddha was puzzled yet curious about Qi Yuan's origins. "Two thousand Half-Buddhas have descended."

His eyes lit up. "I really like you hairless fellows."

If he captured all those monks, how many Divine Methods would he get? For the Star Golden Core chapter of the Qi Yuan Scripture, one Divine Method was worth no less than a new Star Golden Core. One Divine Method, one Star Golden Core!

The Half-Buddha laughed awkwardly and dared not respond.

"Help me find some people. Consider it compensation for causing me to be misunderstood."

The Half-Buddha asked curiously, "Who?"

"Bai Ze. Also Foolish Daoist, Ling Yayi..."

Qi Yuan could not be bothered to search for them himself, lest he accidentally destroyed the Flowing Wind World in the process. Better to let the Half-Buddha handle it.

The Half-Buddha's expression changed. "Bai Ze? Could you be referring to the Great Sun Bright Buddha’s disciple?"

Not far away, Bai Baixiang's expression also shifted as she gazed at Qi Yuan in suspicion. Her master was White Crane, who had followed the White Supreme. Weren't all the names Qi Yuan mentioned members of the Thirteen Northern Demons?

Suddenly, her gaze landed on Ning Tao, and her eyes widened in astonishment. Could it be...?

Her heartbeat accelerated. Grandfather?

Qi Yuan paid no attention to Bai Baixian and nodded, smiling faintly. "That's right. What, do you have news of him? He barely counts as half a disciple of mine. There's a bit of karmic connection between us. Judging from your expression, has he been having a hard time?"

The Half-Buddha was shaken. He could not figure out who this Mythic truly was. After all, Bai Ze was someone of a lofty stature. Barring accidents, he would eventually unify the Buddhist kingdom and become the Buddha Ancestor. Yet this man dared to claim Bai Ze was half his disciple. Was he really not afraid of becoming entangled in such enormous karma? Or perhaps, he wasn't a Mythic at all?