Chapter 405: Feimeng Is the Buddha's Son

Inside the shrine, in an elegant room, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle.

Yu Lin, Xuanhai, and Feimeng—two humans and a demon—sat on chairs, with clear tea set before them.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Xuanhai pressed their lips together, furrowed their brows, their gaze flickered between Yu Lin and Feimeng, their facial expression shifting unpredictably, clearly their mind was undergoing a fierce storm.

Finally, as if having made a decision, they lifted their head, their eyes blazing as they looked at Yu Lin and asked:

"Yu Lin benefactor, forgive this humble monk for being forward."

"May I ask, benefactor… which 'Yu' is this 'Yu'? Which 'Lin' is this 'Lin'?"

Yu Lin's expression remained unchanged as they lifted their teacup and took a light sip of the mild tea:

"I come from the Xia Guo."

"Xia Guo… I see!"

Upon hearing that, Xuanhai slapped their thigh hard, their face instantly showing an enlightened, almost "so it is" expression, and they muttered low:

"I keep saying this name sounds so familiar; I always felt I'd heard it somewhere but couldn't recall… Turns out it's not just my imagination, it's actually true!"

They gave no detailed explanation of what they had recalled, but their gaze toward Yu Lin gained a few more notes of reverence.

Then they turned their eyes to the other side where Feimeng, engrossed in the Mahayana Dao Method, their finger still tracing the pages, hesitated briefly before asking:

"This… demon, uh, this Feimeng benefactor…"

"I have another question," the humble monk said.

"Your 'Tathagata Divine Palm'… who actually bestowed it? As far as I know, this is the Buddhist Sect's supreme divine skill, unattainable without great destiny, great merit, and great enlightenment, and it is a secret not passed on."

Feimeng, hearing the question, didn't lift their head; their gaze remained glued to the pages, and they answered offhand, their tone matter-of-fact:

"Oh, that? It was taught by your Buddha."

"So it was personally bestowed by the Buddha—no wonder it's so pure and powerful… Wait! What did you say? Buddha?!"

At first Xuanhai subconsciously echoed, but then they snapped to attention, leapt up from their chair, their face filled with incredulous shock:

"Taught by the Buddha?! Which, which Buddha?!"

Only then did Feimeng raise their eyelids impatiently, glancing at them:

"Which other Buddha could there be? The Tathagata Buddha of the Western Heaven Ling Shan Great Thunder Sound Temple, who transmitted your Great Vehicle Buddhist Dharma."

"What, do you have an objection? Or think I'm lying?"

Their tone carried a hint of "what's the big deal".

"Tathagata Buddha… personally bestowed…"

Xuanhai, receiving this definitive answer, felt their head buzz, a flood of thoughts and conjectures surged in their mind like a tide:

Is the Buddha seeking to guide this Prince of Devils, thus passing down the divine skill as enlightenment?

Or perhaps… the sacred Ling Shan Great Thunder Sound Temple itself has already been seized and controlled by this "Great Demon"?

No, that's impossible!

Could it be… the Buddha intentionally sent Feimeng to Neihong to stir the clouds, even to "take over" Gaotianyuan?

What deeper meaning lies behind this? To balance something? Or a grievance against Neihong?

They could not fathom it; with their level and knowledge, they could not gauge the Buddha's vast mind.

They only felt the current situation grew ever more bewildering, far beyond their initial imagination.

At that moment, Feimeng had roughly finished reading the Mahayana Dao Method.

They closed the book, then deliberately flipped back to the first page, pointing at the line drawing of the old man riding an ox on the flyleaf, turning to Yu Lin with a hint of astonishment on their face:

"Uncle, look at this!"

"The old Daoist who rode an ox outside Hangu Pass, who taught me Dao methods and gave me directions, looks exactly like the person in this portrait!"

They paused, then asked uncertainly, "Could it be… that he is Tai Shang Lao Jun?"

Yu Lin hadn't had time to answer when Xuanhai beside them was blown up by the sudden information bomb and leapt up!

"What?! Tai Shang Lao Jun?! You were personally taught Dao methods by Tai Shang Lao Jun?!"

Xuanhai's eyes bulged, pointing at Feimeng, their fingers trembling: "Y‑you you you…"

"What 'you' are you? You monk, so jumpy—can you be as mature and steady as I am?"

They didn't register Feimeng's words, because their mind was elsewhere.

The Tathagata Buddha personally bestowing the Tathagata Divine Palm, Laozi personally transmitting the supreme Dao method… what kind of "treatment" is this?

What kind of status can earn the favor of both?

Countless speculations and associations collided and fermented in their mind, and finally, the most reasonable yet astonishing conclusion in their view slipped out:

"You are the true Buddha's Son!!"

Feimeng: "???"

They froze at first, then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, nearly sprang from the chair, their expression shifting from surprise to offended anger:

"What Buddha's Son?!! Look carefully!"

Before the words finished, a flash of black aura surrounded them, instantly manifesting their highly impactful demon true form.

They pointed to the distinctive pair of horns on their head, then to the Hell Demon's unique markings on their body, their tone almost a roar:

"I! Feimeng! Am the pure, King of Hell Beelzebub's biological son!"

"I am a noble‑blooded Prince of Devils! You call me a Buddha's Son?"

"That's slander! Defamation! A grave insult to my demon lineage!"

Xuanhai, seeing their heated demeanor, became surprisingly calm, their expression unchanged: "Who says a demon cannot be a Buddha's Son?"

"All sentient beings can become Buddhas!"

"The Buddha would act thus; there must be his reason.............."

Hey, I'm going, you monk are being unreasonable, right?

The poor monk merely has a personal understanding.

If you say that, then I really have no way............

Feimeng looked speechless, waving his hand as he said:

What Buddha's son, not Buddha's son, I don't care; if I really had to be.......... then it must be the Holy Son!

Do you understand or not? Holy Son, Holy Son!

You guy, any other business? If not, get out of here.

We're going to rest.

Having said that, he was about to expel Xuanhai from here.

Xuanhai, however, raised his head: 'Please wait! The poor monk still has one last question!'

Speak quickly!

Benefactor, what exactly did you do at Gaotianyuan? Is there any Buddha's intention behind this?!

Damn monk, these are two questions!

The poor monk has never been able to count since childhood.

You tm...........

I have something to do, only one update today, hehe.