Chapter 1910

Dong Tianbao: "Thank you for the guidance!"

Zhang Junbao: "If that's the case, go do what you want to do. Power, wealth—it's all yours. I imagine you're already eager; I won't disturb you."

Dong Tianbao: "Tianbao respectfully bids farewell to Junbao, the Heavenly Venerable!"

Zhang Junbao: "You! 【Sigh】"

The chat ended, and Dong Tianbao felt more elated than ever before.

Following Zhang Junbao's reminder, he felt the pressure in his heart vanish instantly.

No need to worry about backlash in the chat group—wasn't this world his to command?

"Then things are much easier now!"

He collected the red packet and opened the Shangcheng.

Then he began selecting cultivation techniques.

"Dragon God Art… Taiyin True Scripture… Primordial Pure Yang Art…"

(bdbi) After browsing many techniques, Dong Tianbao remained unsatisfied.

It wasn't that these techniques weren't powerful enough—he simply wanted one that would shake the soul.

"Now that I'm in Shaolin, the Buddha's Palm might suit me better than other divine arts. Heh, Shaolin, you won't let me rise—then I'll become the very first man in this temple."

Dong Tianbao's gaze sharpened, his ambition growing.

With the Buddha's Palm, it would be far too easy to play god in this world.

If he claimed to be the Buddha's messenger—or worse, his reincarnation—who would dare oppose him?

With a thought, the first two scrolls of the Buddha's Palm technique appeared in his mind.

After purchasing several elixirs, Dong Tianbao entered his room and began cultivation.

Flesh Realm… True Qi Realm…

At first, he cultivated cautiously, afraid someone would interrupt him.

Once he entered the True Qi Realm, his mindset changed—he no longer hid his cultivation; instead, he actively pushed his true qi, summoning all manner of Buddha's Palm effects, chanting Sanskrit mantras echoing throughout the entire Shaolin.

Above Songshan, golden light surged in waves, and a phantom Buddha figure emerged.

The monks inside the temple stared in shock, immediately prostrating themselves.

"It's the Buddha manifesting!"

"Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha's mercy!"

Suddenly, someone pointed afar and said: "The Buddha's divine radiance is even stronger over there—could the Buddha himself be there?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes burned with fervor.

As a major Fomen sect, Shaolin's monks weren't all fanatical believers, but they knew Fomen lore and the benefits of following the Buddha.

Whether from faith or practical gain.

Following the Buddha was an immense blessing.

"Come, let's go pay homage to the Buddha!"

With blazing eyes, the crowd sprinted toward the source of golden radiance.

Outside Dong Tianbao's courtyard, Jueyuan and Junbao stood stunned.

"Th-this…" Junbao stammered, unable to speak clearly, "why is golden light shining and Sanskrit chants ringing from Tianbao's room?"

Jueyuan gazed upward, watching golden light spread across miles of sky, speechless.

Wasn't this disciple of mine known for exceptional martial talent but weak willpower?

Why then did he cause such a commotion today?

Was he the Buddha's reincarnation?

Or had the Buddha himself descended to guide him?

As he pondered, a flurry of footsteps approached.

Then a large group of monks gathered around.

"Jueyuan, where is that coming from?"

The Shaolin abbot asked.

Jueyuan bowed quickly: "Greetings, Abbot Brother. That is Tianbao's quarters. He merely said he wished to cultivate—never expected such a disturbance. I apologize for troubling you and the other brothers."

The abbot smiled: "How could this be a sin? This is a blessing."

Shaolin belonged to Chan Buddhism, the ancestral temple of Chan.

But Fomen had many sects—Huayan, Pure Land, Vinaya—none of whom held Shaolin in high regard.

Shaolin reigned supreme in the Wu Lin, yet it could not dominate the Buddhist sects.

But if the Buddha's reincarnation were a Shaolin monk…

Then Shaolin's rise to become Fomen's #1 was within reach.

This was Shaolin's chance to reach its peak!

At this moment, the Shaolin abbot's eyes gleamed, his mind already brimming with ideas.

"Tianbao—he is now the Buddha's reincarnation!"

Did the truth even matter?

As he thought this, the door opened and Tianbao stepped out, wearing a coarse monk's robe.

A faint golden glow rested on his face; behind him, Buddha-light surged, Sanskrit characters floated around him, and chants of Zen calmed the spirit.

Suddenly, he raised his palm—and a colossal Buddha figure appeared behind him.

Boom—

A cloud drifting overhead was instantly shattered by the palm's force.

"This..."

The monks were stunned.

Merely this extraordinary phenomenon had already won their full submission.

Now, this suspected reincarnation of the Buddha possessed boundless might, making them all the more awestruck.

"Amitabha! We pay homage to the Buddha!"

The monks no longer hesitated and immediately bowed in reverence.

Even the abbot of Shaolin, at this moment, set aside all chaotic thoughts and joined in the bow.

Such a being of divine power was not something he could control!

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