Snap!
Kong Jian slammed his hand on the table, unleashing a terrifying killing intent that caused the entire Great Thunderclap Temple to tremble. Fang Xiu, however, remained calm despite being at the center of the pressure, seemingly not taking Kong Jian seriously at all.
Even if he were to be beheaded in the next second, his heart would remain completely calm.
"The future as you see it?" Kong Jian sneered: "Stop trying to fool people with your tricks of predicting the future. The future is a fog, an unobservable and ungraspable mystery. Even I can only vaguely calculate the secrets of heaven. How dare you, a fourth-order cultivator, presumptuously claim that you have seen the future? You have only seen a corner of the future. You think you have seen the whole picture from a glimpse of the leopard through a tube. Little do you know that you are just a frog at the bottom of a well, sitting in a well and looking at the sky."
A child who caught a cicada thought he had captured the whole summer—how utterly ridiculous!
"Oh?" Fang Xiu glanced at him calmly and said indifferently, "So you can also see the future?"
"Hmph, our Buddhist lineage is ancient, so we naturally have some knowledge of the mere art of calculating celestial secrets."
Fang Xiu nodded: "It seems you do have some knowledge of this. If you knew more, you would have calculated the price of refusing me."
Faced with Fang Xiu's calmness, Kong Jian couldn't help but feel a jolt of unease, a sense of foreboding creeping over him. But he still refused to back down, saying, "Fang Xiu, don't bluff. Show me what you've got!"
"Very well." Fang Xiu glanced at Kong Jian indifferently and said, "Then I'll let you meet the Buddha."
As soon as the word "Buddha" was uttered, Kongjian felt a chill run down his spine, his hair stood on end, and the ominous premonition he had was almost at its peak!
He wasn't lying. Buddhism does indeed have a certain method for calculating celestial secrets. This method is unfathomable and can only be learned at the fifth level. Even at the sixth level, one can only use the basics. It's similar to divination, allowing one to vaguely sense celestial secrets and see a glimpse of the future to a certain extent. The closer the time and the clearer the matter, the clearer the calculation becomes.
The sudden warning he is experiencing now is a reminder from the unseen forces of heaven. This feeling is somewhat similar to a sixth sense, except that the art of calculating heavenly secrets utilizes this feeling to its fullest extent.
Even the strongest people have moments of sudden inspiration, and these moments often foreshadow events that are about to happen in the future.
In internet parlance, this might be your future self giving you a warning!
At this moment, Fang Xiu slowly stood up, his tone indifferent and calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter: "You have been practicing Buddhism for many years, but you have never seen the Buddha, right? Today I will show you the so-called Buddha and the so-called Western Paradise."
As Fang Xiu spoke, Kong Jian's unease reached its peak. His body trembled involuntarily, and he felt a strange palpitation, as if some indescribable horror was about to occur.
His pupils contracted continuously, and he no longer cared about saving face. He hurriedly began to use his secret method to calculate the secrets of heaven. He closed his eyes tightly, constantly fiddling with the Buddhist beads in his hands, and chanting mysterious and profound scriptures.
The next moment, the Buddhist beads in his hand shone with golden light, dyeing the entire room with a layer of gold. At the same time, Kongjian's consciousness rose, as if flying into the clouds, traveling through the dark clouds.
He flew higher and higher through the clouds, and gradually he saw twinkling stars. His consciousness continued to rise, as if he had ascended to another dimension.
When he had completely traversed the stars and entered another dimension, he finally came into contact with the secrets of the universe.
The moment he came into contact with the secrets of heaven, he seemed to see the most terrifying sight of his life!
In the boundless void, a huge head, as large as a planet, floated silently. It was a Buddha head that was entirely black, with a solemn and dignified appearance, but its head was covered with fleshy tumors!
Suddenly, the Buddha's head opened its eyes and looked at Kong Jian. In an instant, his mind trembled violently. Unimaginable fear, absurdity, and strangeness surged into his heart. All around him, there was a murmur of Buddhist chanting. The chanting sounded like billions of eerie voices whispering, causing him to have a splitting headache and almost go crazy, yet it also gave him an incomparably sacred feeling.
“Buddha… Buddha!! No… Impossible! How could this be Buddha!?” Kong Jian cried out in disbelief, feeling as if his faith had collapsed, as if he had fallen into an abyss.
"This isn't real! This isn't real!!" He frantically tore at his face, scratching it until it bled. He even gouged out his own eyes because he doubted his own vision, and blood and tears gushed out.
Even though he destroyed his own eyes, the Buddha's head still exists, like the eternal sun that has never changed in the cold universe, existing forever.
Gradually, Kongjian saw the Buddha's head descend upon the world again, and strange Buddhist chants resounded throughout the world. Hundreds of millions of people went mad, their faces twisted with piety as they went mad. The eerie feeling that could not be described in words was unbearable even for a sixth-level expert.
Finally, the world was destroyed...
Pfft!
When Kongjian's consciousness returned to reality, he was struck as if by lightning, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood quickly dissipated, turning into energy and returning to nothingness.
He opened his eyes in horror, looking at Fang Xiu in disbelief, his eyes filled with unspeakable fear.
"Who...who exactly are you?!"
"Oh? So you really can deduce the secrets of heaven?" Fang Xiu calmly gazed at him and said indifferently, "So, do you like the future I've given you?"
"No, no, no, this can't be real, it's an illusion!" Kong Jian slumped off the futon, looking extremely disheveled and flustered.
No one can understand the feeling of someone who has devoted their entire life to Buddhism, only to have their faith collapse upon finally seeing the Buddha. With their faith dead, they become nothing more than a walking corpse.
Kongjian persisted in his despair, deceiving himself as he chanted Buddhist scriptures, trembling, in an attempt to find solace in them.
But as he continued reciting, he found that the Buddhist scriptures, which usually brought him peace of mind, now seemed strangely distorted, as if filled with the delirious ramblings of a demon.
The voice of Buddha that echoed in his mind, though seemingly like a million eerie roars, appeared all the more sacred and captivating.
Fang Xiu frowned, looking at Kong Jian's current state, feeling that he might have overstimulated him and that the other party was about to lose control of his spirit.
With the strength of a sixth-tier expert, even facing a demon god would not cause him to lose control of his spirit. The reason why Kong Jian is like this is probably because he cultivates Buddhism. If he had not met the Buddha, but some other demon god, he would not have been like this.
This situation was unexpected for Fang Xiu. He originally wanted to restart, but Kong Jian was able to deduce the secrets of heaven and saw the scene of himself summoning the Buddha's head to descend to earth in the future, and then he collapsed.
This shows that people with weak psychological resilience are not suited to predicting the future. Once they see a future they cannot bear, they may commit suicide before disaster strikes.
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