Secret Buyer

Chapter 531 - 339: Fuli Dharma Body, Suppressing the Dao Master with One Hand! (Part 3)

At this moment, they all pricked up their ears, listening to the secret.

Zhuge Yuyi saw the person in black with a copper mask smile and ask:

"A world-shaking demon monkey... should be called the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, right?"

She also saw Lord Tai Sui shudder a little.

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven?

What a grand title!

The Yearly Tai Sui sighed and said in a low voice:

"Since you are an old-world person, you should know that this name cannot be mentioned."

Zhang Fusheng was even more puzzled, why couldn’t the Great Sage Equal to Heaven be mentioned?

As for the matter of breaking the Nine Netherworld with a swing of his stick, he had some guesses,

considering that day’s ’Li Xiuyuan’, or rather, Zhu Bajie’s words,

it was probably because of the tragic fate of Monk Tang, Zhu Bajie, and others, he was so enraged that he rebelled against heaven...

However, to be able to break the Nine Netherworld, the Great Saint should have achieved [Daluo].

But...

Zhang Fusheng recalled the words of the Northern Emperor, that all the actions of the living beings were within the calculations of the Supreme— including rebelling against the Supreme.

So, the Great Sage rebelling against heaven was also within the will of the Supreme?

He couldn’t help but sigh softly, then changed the topic:

"Speaking of which, who is the current master of this Netherworld?"

The Yearly Tai Sui glanced at Zhang Fusheng and remained silent.

Zhang Fusheng chuckled but did not press further.

They continued forward.

When the majestic Nine Netherworld Pass came into view,

the Yearly Tai Sui finally stopped, pausing in front of a dilapidated Taoist temple.

"We’ve arrived."

He spoke softly.

Everyone looked over, the Taoist temple was very ordinary, very run-down, overgrown with weeds, vines growing wild,

the temple’s gate was split, and the plaque above had four characters: Taiping Daoist Temple.

"Taiping Daoist Temple...?" Zhang Fusheng raised his eyebrows, the first thing he thought of was Taiping Dao.

And the Taiping Daoist Lord was the one who proclaimed Cangtian is dead, Huangtian should stand, in the Year of Jiazi, great luck to the world, that was [Zhang Jiao].

In some sense, it was this Taiping Daoist Lord who opened the curtain to the downfall of the Great Han of that era.

Weren’t we going to seek Lord Tai Sui?

Zhang Fusheng frowned as he saw the Yearly Tai Sui step forward and knock once.

The split gate of the Taoist temple rumbled open, revealing a dark interior accompanied by a ’clang’ sound.

Then another ’clang’.

The sounds connected endlessly, standing outside the temple, they could vaguely see a figure inside continually striking the copper chimes.

"Please." The Yearly Tai Sui gestured invitingly,

Zhang Fusheng, along with Zhuge Yuyi and others, stepped in with large strides.

As they entered, the temple gate slammed shut, Zhuge Si shivered in fright, shrinking his neck:

"Why, why does it feel so off..."

Zhuge Yuyi’s heart was also tense, with everything around dim and dark, visible was only the blurry figure sitting ahead,

accompanied by the endless sound of copper chimes, echoing and swirling!

’Clang! Clang! Clang!’

Another three consecutive sounds, the sound of the copper chimes stopped here, the dark figure put down the wooden hammer, seemingly raising his head.

’Whoosh!’

The dark Taoist temple suddenly lit up, lamps rising, illuminating everything within.

Still dilapidated, desolate,

Inside the temple was an aged Daoist, sitting upright on a decayed corpse, the copper chimes in front of him weren’t even copper chimes,

but rather made from human bones!!

"Guests have arrived."

The aged Daoist lifted his head, his blurry gaze piercing through, Zhuge Si stumbled, nearly falling,

The seven-star lamp in Zhuge Yuyi’s hand swayed, seeming ready to extinguish at any moment, as for Sima Shi?

He was gripping the broken spear tightly, sweat seeping from his forehead, heart pounding like a drum!

The Daoist’s gaze finally rested on the person in black with a copper mask, seemingly examining, scrutinizing.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow, is this... a Great Power?

He remained calm, walking forward with hands behind his back in front of the terrified gazes of Zhuge Yuyi and Sima Shi, speaking in a peaceful tone:

"Is it the Yearly Tai Sui?"

The old Daoist addressed as Lord Tai Sui shook his head, speaking slowly:

"The Yearly Tai Sui is beneath me."

He pointed at the decayed corpse he was sitting on, then at the copper chimes—or rather the bone chimes—made from its ribs,

then said eerily:

"The Yearly Tai Sui, once the Crown Prince of the Great Shang Dynasty, Yin Jiao, failed in his duties, never bringing blessings to the world, was ordered to be replaced by beheading."

"I, Zhang Jiao, though called the Yearly Tai Sui by you, it’s both right and wrong."

The eerie voice echoed in the temple,

Zhuge Yuyi and the others were bewildered, not understanding, while Zhang Fusheng felt a weight settling in his heart.

Zhang Jiao... how could it be Zhang Jiao?

How could it really be Zhang Jiao??

Zhang Jiao beheaded Yin Jiao, beheaded the Yearly Tai Sui Star Monarch... that’s simply absurd!

Furthermore, with the Nine Netherworld shattered, the Netherworld separated, it was countless years after the Three Kingdoms era, how could Zhang Jiao appear in the Netherworld and still exist to this day??

All sorts of confusion swirled in his mind,

before Zhang Fusheng could ask, Zhang Jiao slowly spoke:

"The descendants of the Zhuge family, the descendants of the Sima family, are all here?"

Zhuge Yuyi and Sima Shi exchanged a glance, the former raised the lamp, speaking in a low tone:

"By the decree of Great-grandfather and the ancestor, we carry the lamp to pay homage to Lord Tai Sui!"

Sima Shi likewise held the broken spear:

"By the decree of the ancestor, we carry the spear to pay homage to Lord Tai Sui!"

The two voices echoed within the Taoist temple,

The Daoist who called himself Zhang Jiao nodded, slowly saying:

"Good, good, a supreme goodness."

"This year is once again a Year of Jiazi...."

After a pause, he spoke eerily:

"Cangtian is dead, Qing Tian should rise, in the Year of Jiazi, great luck to the world...."

The eerie voice sent tremors through the lamp and spear, all around came dense wind chime sounds—

On the surrounding walls, there were actually bone chimes hanging!

Looking closely, investigating carefully, every bone chime carried the aura of ancient times, each one carrying a distinctly different divinity aura,