If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 534 Buddha Immortal
Could it be that Long Mie didn't die?

Looking at Shen Zhen's painting, Gu An had this guess in his mind.

In the memories of the God Emperor of Annihilation, he and Zhan Ting were indeed doing their best to hunt down the Dragon Clan, but the Dragon Clan always managed to have descendants escape.

It wasn't until Long Qing was brought to the attention that the God Emperor of Annihilation became clearly wary and began to observe him in secret.

Could it be that Long Mie is secretly protecting the descendants of the Long clan?

As Gu An pondered this, he raised his hand and gently patted Shen Zhen's shoulder.

Shen Zhen suddenly came to her senses. She subconsciously turned her head to look at Gu An, and after seeing Gu An's face, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She began, "I think I was under some kind of spell just now. I saw someone staring at me. It was terrifying."

As she spoke, she looked at her painting, and for the first time, fear showed in her eyes.

Gu An asked, "What else did you see?"

Shen Zhen began to describe the demonic barrier she had entered earlier.

Beneath the towering mountains in the painting lay a sea of ​​blood, with bones floating on the surface—a truly horrifying sight. That sea of ​​blood made her feel uncomfortable, and she couldn't bring herself to paint it.

The blood-stained man standing atop the mountain gave Shen Zhen an endless sense of desolation. Although she had not seen his past, she could sense that he carried a deep-seated hatred and was utterly alone.

Listening to Shen Zhen recount the feelings that Long Mie had evoked in her, Gu An sighed inwardly.

It seems that the karma of the Long clan has not yet been completely resolved.

After Shen Zhen finished speaking, Gu An teased, "It seems that your enlightenment will also bring you inner demons. You'd better be careful in the future."

Shen Zhen nodded, but she felt somewhat confused.

She painted this scroll while looking at Gu An, which means that the person in the painting may have some kind of connection with Gu An.

Seeing that Gu An didn't want to talk about it, she didn't ask.

Over the years, she had painted many pictures through Gu An and knew that Gu An's background was not simple. Because of this, she would not ask too many questions to avoid causing trouble for Gu An.

After chatting for a while, Gu An turned and went back into the house.

He still needed to carefully savor the memories of the God Emperor of Annihilation, and at the same time, ponder when to take action against the War Court.

The War Court was created by his reincarnated self, but now it has been replaced and is being used to commit evil. He must resolve this karmic conflict.

After watching Gu An return to the house, Shen Zhen turned her gaze back to the painting, her expression turning strange.

"Strange, why does he look a bit like Gu An?"

Shen Zhen muttered to herself, as a bold guess suddenly came to her mind.

Could the person in the painting be one of Gu An's past lives?
Thinking about it this way, she suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Gu An was always so kind to those around him, never arguing with them, and willing to shoulder even the biggest troubles for others, while he himself had experienced a life of hardship that ordinary people could not imagine.

Shen Zhen always thought Gu An was great, able to treat those around him kindly and save the world. But as her understanding of the world deepened, her admiration for Gu An continued to grow.

Gu An always manages to redefine her perception of him.

Shen Zhen looked at the people in the painting, her gaze becoming unfocused once again.

……

Yellow sand filled the sky, and the wind and waves raged like a raging flood. An ancient temple stood amidst the sandstorm.

Zhang Buku, with his white hair tied back, pushed open the door and entered the Buddhist hall, then closed the door behind him.

The Lord of the Mysterious Realm and the Mysterious Ghost Kings sat cross-legged in various places inside the house, each with a pale face and weak breath. The Lord of the Mysterious Realm had bloodstains all over his face, which was quite frightening.

The strange ghost king named Zhen Liudao opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Bukui, asking weakly, "Have you found anything?"

Zhang Bukui shook his head and said, "Boundless and desolate, devoid of life, the sun in the sky grows ever hotter. If this continues, we will surely be refined into nothingness."

Upon hearing this, the gods and ghost kings all opened their eyes.

"It's over, it's over, we're completely doomed now." "I told you long ago, I don't dare to pursue any immortal destiny, it's unreliable, and besides, our powers are special, so we can't act together."

What's the point of saying all this now?

"Master, please say something! We can't just sit here and wait to die!"

"That villain is definitely hiding in the shadows, waiting for us to be powerless to resist. If we fall into his hands, it will be worse than being baked to death by the sun."

The Buddhist hall was filled with noise, but Zhang Bukui was already used to it. He looked up at the large Buddha statue behind him, which was covered in dust and looked so ancient.

Ever since he stepped into this temple, Zhang Bukui had felt that there was something wrong with the Buddha statue. Although the Lord of the Divine Realm and the Divine Ghost Kings had all checked it, he still felt uneasy.

He felt like he was being stared at, and by a malicious gaze.

The Lord of the Mystic Realm noticed that Zhang Buku's expression was off and asked, "Are you alright?"

Zhang Buku looked at him and shook his head, saying, "I'm fine. I feel that the person who led us into this realm must have some deeper meaning. He probably didn't want us to die, because we are no longer his match."

Upon hearing this, the strange ghost kings stopped their commotion and all looked at him.

Zhang Bukui took a deep breath and said, "Everyone, on the way here, you also saw the heads of those Buddha statues. It seems that they were deliberately thrown into the desert by some being to guide us to this temple. Perhaps the hope of survival lies in this temple."

Upon hearing this, the strange ghost kings all stood up and began to look around.

The Lord of the Divine Realm also thought it made sense. He turned his head to look around.

Gradually, silence fell over the Buddhist hall.

after awhile.

All eyes were focused on the Buddha statue.

Ni Jiuyou looked tense and asked, "Don't you guys sense anything is wrong?"

His words broke the silence, prompting the other strange ghost kings to speak up and share their feelings, as if the lively atmosphere could dispel their inner unease.

Zhang Bukui's pupils suddenly dilated, and his gaze was fixed on the eyes of the Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue was almost touching the roof, and the dim light there made its face appear blurry, but Zhang Bukui could see that its eyes were smiling.

This feeling sent chills down his spine, and an instinctive sense of fear welled up inside him.

Before long, the ghost kings also quieted down, because they all discovered that the Buddha statue was laughing, a laugh so cold and evil that it even made them feel greed.

They gradually gathered together, shoulder to shoulder.

The Lord of the Divine Realm stared at the Buddha statue, took a deep breath, and asked, "May I ask which senior is resting here? If we have disturbed you, we hope you can show us a way out."

As soon as the words were spoken, the Buddha statue's eyes narrowed into two slits as it smiled, making it even more eerie.

"You desire a destiny to immortality? The destiny to immortality lies right here."

A sinister laugh rang out, making Zhang Bukui and the others even more wary, and they huddled closer together.

Despite his fear, the Lord of the Divine Realm calmly asked, "We can forgo our destiny for immortality. Would you please let us out, senior?"

"Of course... that won't work!"

The chilling voice deliberately dragged out the sound, then suddenly roared, causing the strange ghost kings to tremble uncontrollably.

The Buddha statue's gaze fell on Zhang Bukui, and it sneered, "I am a Buddha immortal, and I need a great deal of flesh and blood to be resurrected, but I do not wish to be resurrected. You may choose one of you to receive my inheritance."

A strange ghost king, steeling himself, asked, "What about the others?"

The Buddha looked at him and grinned menacingly, "Naturally, you will be eaten by my successor."

His words plunged the Buddhist hall into deathly silence once again.

Zhang Buku felt uncomfortable under the gaze of the Buddha Immortal. He had a feeling that the other party was toying with them and that he might be chosen by the Buddha Immortal as the successor, and then be surrounded and attacked by others.

"The karma of that guy, Jimie, suddenly disappeared. I don't know who killed him. It just so happens that I ran into you. I need to decide on a successor as soon as possible so that I can get away." The Buddha's voice rang out again, this time as if he were talking to himself.

(End of this chapter)