Chapter 1912

To all of them, this was a complete negation.

At this moment, the monks present—whether truly devout Buddhists or those who had merely gathered for profit, treating monkhood as a profession—felt unease in their hearts.

Dong Tianbao was very satisfied with their reactions, his heart filled with delight.

Power truly is a wonderful thing!

Pretending to be the World-Honored One was indeed a brilliant move.

Simply putting on a show of divine trickery had completely fooled everyone present.

"My present body's master is Jueyuan, who may serve as abbot of Shaolin, entrusted with the duty of transmitting the sutras. What do you all think?"

Everyone was astonished, their hearts shocked.

The Shaolin abbot realized—Dong Tianbao's move was meant to eliminate rivals and install his own power.

How could this kid be so clever!

Yet he was not blind to the situation; he stepped forward first and bowed respectfully: "We humbly obey the World-Honored One's command!"

Jueyuan was stunned.

"I—the Shaolin abbot?"

Was this some kind of mistake? He only knew how to chant sutras—how could he possibly become abbot?

But since it was the World-Honored One who spoke, he could not oppose it.

Although Tianbao was his disciple, he had now awakened his past-life memories; naturally, he could no longer act the part of master.

The Buddha is the awakened one.

All sentient beings possess Buddha-nature and can all become Buddhas.

Sakyamuni did not favor personal worship.

Yet among those who chant the Buddha's name, how many can truly see the Buddha without bowing, regarding him as a teacher, as an equal in spiritual stature?

Even Jueyuan, whose Buddha-nature far surpassed that of others in the temple, could not help but feel reverence and worship toward the Buddha.

The other monks also realized and quickly bowed.

"We humbly obey the World-Honored One's decree; we pay homage to the abbot."

Dong Tianbao was surprised—how unexpectedly cooperative the Shaolin abbot was.

He had originally planned to kill one to warn a hundred; since the man was so obedient, there was no need to do so.

After all, he possessed divine powers; making ordinary people believe was far too easy.

Political maneuvering could be simpler!

"Juechen, you truly possess wisdom!" Dong Tianbao praised. "Devote yourself to cultivation; one day you may dwell upon Lingshan and enjoy the incense offerings of mortals."

Juechen was overjoyed: "Thank you, World-Honored One!"

These words truly filled him with unexpected delight.

Did the World-Honored One's words imply he too had a chance to become a Jin Gang or Luo Han?

As for Bodhisattvas or Buddhas, he had self-awareness—he dared not even dream of such things.

But this was enough!

Jin Gang and Luo Han were not powerful in myth.

But that was only true compared to Buddhas and Bodhisattvas; for a mortal like him, this was already a leap to heaven.

Dong Tianbao looked at Zhang Junbao and said: "In past ages, I once debated the Dao with the Great Emperor Zhenwu in Tiangong. I never imagined that after reincarnation, I would become his fellow disciple. Today, I shall guide you to immortality; when we meet again in Tiangong, we shall resume our old ties."

Zhang Junbao was dumbfounded.

I am the Great Emperor Zhenwu?!

Jueyuan was dumbfounded.

What kind of luck is this?

One disciple is the Great Emperor Zhenwu, the other is the reincarnation of the World-Honored One!

The Shaolin monks were dumbfounded.

Shaolin's fortune must be too great—how could even the Great Emperor Zhenwu have once dwelled in this temple?

This was too absurd.

"World-Honored One, am I the Great Emperor Zhenwu?" Zhang Junbao asked, voice trembling.

Dong Tianbao nodded: "Indeed. The world is in turmoil, mortals in chaos—the Great Emperor has reincarnated to bring peace. Brother, once you cultivate divine powers, descend the mountain and pacify the realm."

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Since he had promised Zhang Junbao in the chat group, Dong Tianbao naturally had to keep his word.

But he did not wish to reveal the existence of the chat group.

After all, his brother was too rigid.

If he learned the truth, he would likely nitpick endlessly—better to send him off to pacify the realm.

Meanwhile, he himself could seize this opportunity to consolidate Fomen's power and establish his own Lingshan.

"Thank you, brother, for your guidance."

Zhang Junbao bowed: "I shall surely pacify the realm and fulfill my reincarnated destiny."

Dong Tianbao nodded: "Excellent."

He stepped forward, touched Zhang Junbao's forehead with one finger, transmitting the Primordial Pure Yang Art to him, then purchased several elixirs and handed them over.

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The Zhang Junbao in the group belonged to the Daoist lineage, so Dong Tianbao did not teach him the Buddha's Palm; instead, he bought another scripture better suited to his identity.

He would not skimp on these points.

He did not want to offend the man over a few points.

"Take the elixir and cultivate Qi—divine powers will arise of their own accord."

Zhang Junbao took the elixir and walked off to one side to cultivate.

After settling the matter he had promised, Dong Tianbao looked at the crowd again and saw the fervent look in their eyes.

"All of you, follow me!"

Dong Tianbao said no more and led the crowd to the Mahavira Hall.

"I shall first transmit to you a divine incantation, then speak of proper business." Dong Tianbao's heart stirred. "This incantation was created by a supreme Dao Ancestor; across the boundless worlds His presence can be found. I was fortunate enough to hear it in person. Today I pass it on to you—pray recite it well and harbor no thought of slackness."

"We shall humbly obey the World-Honored One's decree."

The crowd rejoiced at heart.

If it were merely a mundane scripture, how could it make the World-Honored One treat it with such gravity?

"Could it be that we too have the chance to cultivate divine powers?"

The crowd's hearts burned with fervor.

Dong Tianbao steadied himself and recited one passage from the Taixuan Divine Incantation, teaching it to the crowd.

In doing so, he had naturally thought it through carefully.

In the chat group, everyone revered the Dao Lord—how could he alone stand apart?

To fail to pay homage to a big shot—would that not be sheer folly?

He intended not only to transmit the divine incantation but also to spread the Dao Lord's fame, leaving a good impression in the chat group!

When it came to flattery, he was no weakling either!

PS: Thanks to Detachment-Seeker for the tip, thanks to the big shot for the support.