Inside the World Alliance, Xiong Ba, dressed in a purple-gold nine-dragon robe, exuding an imposing aura and with an extremely serious expression, was already starting to feel uneasy.
For a ruthless leader like him, the most intolerable thing is the appearance of unexpected characters who are beyond his control.
Zhang Bairen, on the other hand, had the identity of an unnamed disciple.
A legend in the martial arts world, the nameless Heavenly Sword.
This man's reputation was earned through fighting his way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
A mere swordsman was enough to make Xiong Ba extremely wary; a martial arts legend who was on par with him, or even superior, was even more impossible for Xiong Ba to ignore or feel at ease about.
"No! We must find out exactly what's going on with this nameless disciple!" Xiong Ba thought to himself.
"Wen Chou Chou, order all branch headquarters to remember this man's portrait. If you happen to encounter him, you must not offend him!"
In addition, you personally instructed a trusted disciple to investigate all traces of this person.
"Finally, hand over all this intelligence to me!" Xiong Ba commanded.
Outside the door, the Grand Steward of the World Society, who was always ready to receive orders, quickly replied, "Your subordinate obeys!"
At this time, Zhang Bairen, who had already attracted attention from all sides, successfully arrived near the Leshan Giant Buddha.
"Uncle Ghost Tiger, let's find a place to rest. I just had a sudden inspiration and want to divine my fortune and future," Zhang Bairen ordered.
"Yes, young master!" Ghost Tiger replied.
Zhang Bairen of the Qin Dynasty and Zhang Bairen of Zongwu were both skilled in divination.
With their combined skills, even if they couldn't compare to the top fortune tellers, they could still be considered first-rate.
My sudden impulse just now is definitely a stroke of good fortune, and I'm sure I'll have an extraordinary encounter.
As the tortoise shells fell, Zhang Bairen quickly calculated in his mind and soon turned his gaze to the due east.
"Uncle Ghost Tiger, let's grab something to eat here and then head due east," Zhang Bairen said casually, putting away the tortoise shell.
“Alright!” Ghost Tiger replied in a deep voice.
At the same time, wisps of white smoke rose from a deserted temple to the east.
Inside the temple, there were no deities or Buddhas enshrined, only a wooden stele, the identity of which deity was inscribed on it.
In front of the wooden monument is a huge incense burner, filled with lit incense sticks.
Around the temple, red cloths were hung, and in the middle of the temple, a man was kneeling, trembling all over.
The man trembled as he suppressed a agonizing scream, as if he were being subjected to an unbearable and cruel punishment.
A few minutes later, the man raised his head, and his face was covered with pustules, from which blood and pus were oozing.
This man is none other than the greatest fortune teller in the world—the Mud Bodhisattva!
In the comic's storyline, Nie Feng, Bu Jingyun, and Duan Lang, three friends, encountered a mud bodhisattva in a temple outside a village when they went to the Leshan Giant Buddha to pay respects to their fathers. They also experienced a great flood.
Only after that did the story of the Search for Gods Palace take place.
In other words, the clay bodhisattva has been living in seclusion in an unnamed temple near the Leshan Giant Buddha recently.
At this moment, the world's greatest fortune teller, after enduring daily torment, suddenly had a flash of inspiration and saw a completely new change.
"The future has actually changed!?"
My future has also been tied to the model lake!?
What happened?! Why did this happen?!
Could it be that someone has transcended destiny? Or has someone become a saint? The clay bodhisattva's emotions shifted from shock to surprise, and then to ecstasy.
His life seems to be saved.
As long as one can get in touch with this person who transcends fate, there is hope that the punishment from heaven that one is suffering will come to an end!
The clay bodhisattva took out a compass, a tortoise shell, and laid out copper coins, and began to calculate with his fingers.
However, no matter how the clay bodhisattva tried to calculate, the result of the divination remained blank, which made the clay bodhisattva sweat profusely, but he could not think of a way to break the deadlock.
It wasn't until they started working backward from themselves that they received a clue from the divination.
After finishing his meal, Ghost Tiger cleaned up the dishes and prepared to drive on his way.
But from the due east, a mysterious figure with disheveled hair and an inexplicably excited expression appeared.
After a brief exchange, it was discovered that the figure was indeed a clay bodhisattva.
This renowned fortune teller, the greatest in the land, readily bowed and pledged his loyalty.
Guihu scratched his head in confusion, then looked at Zhang Bairen in the sedan chair.
Zhang Bairen poked his head out and agreed to Mud Bodhisattva's defection.
“Mud Bodhisattva, your name is unlucky. Since you’ve followed me, you’ll become a fierce dragon crossing the river.”
So from now on, your name will be Zhang Long.
"Inherit my surname Zhang, and give me the single character 'Long' (龙)." Zhang Bairen commanded.
"Thank you, Master, for bestowing this name upon me!" The clay bodhisattva bowed again in great excitement.
From this day forward, there will be no more Mud Bodhisattvas in this martial arts world; there will only be Zhang Long.
"Zhang Long, get in the car. I want to see what exactly this divine punishment is on you!" Zhang Bairen commanded.
"Yes, Master!" Zhang Long got into the car, and Ghost Tiger continued driving.
Zhang Bairen's eyes gleamed as he looked at Zhang Long's brain.
Then they discovered that his body was shrouded in black gas, and his eyes were surrounded by blood-red light.
"It is neither negative energy, nor dark energy, nor the power of the primordial spirit."
"It seems this curse from heaven is actually quite powerful." Zhang Bairen, backed by the chat group, was unafraid of any curse threat, so he was somewhat curious about it.
"Let's leave it at that for now. We can study the art of curses again when we have the chance." Zhang Bairen put aside his desire to explore further and asked again, "Zhang Long, you should still remember the location of the Crying Heaven, right?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Long's eyes widened instantly.
His new master, a person who transcends destiny, indeed knows the secret of the Heavenly Crying Scripture!
Zhang Long hesitated for a moment, then nodded and replied, "I remember. If Master needs anything, I can take you to find it at any time."
"Okay, it's good that you still remember."
"I'm now preparing to head to Lingyun Cave to find the Fire Qilin. Can you help me with a divination to see if my wish will come true?" Zhang Bairen said.
Zhang Long shook his head and then replied, "Master, your destiny transcends fate; no one can predict your destiny."
After hearing the answer, Zhang Bairen didn't say much. Instead, he closed his eyes and calculated to himself, thus understanding the general situation that was about to unfold.
About half an hour later, the three of them finally arrived at the banks of the Minjiang River, at the foot of the giant Buddha.
Zhang Bairen stepped out and looked at the majestic Buddha statue that was right in front of him.
"Uncle Ghost Tiger, you and Zhang Long wait here for me for a while. I'm going to Lingyun Cave to look for traces of the Fire Demon." After Zhang Bairen finished speaking, before Ghost Tiger could stop him, he moved like lightning and entered the dark entrance of Lingyun Cave.
"Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!"
Upon entering the cave, hundreds of shadow clones instantly appeared.
Then, a thorough search began.
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