Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 742 The Goddess Appears, Retreating the Holy Buddha! (Two Chapters Combined)

"Is there any way to change the current situation?" Song Changming rarely felt helpless.

Even if the Heavenly Venerable of the Abyss were to arrive at this moment, given that the other party has not yet entered the Golden Immortal realm, he would most likely be no match for this Holy Buddha.

Of all the immortals and gods he had ever seen, unless the Heavenly King of Shenxiao, who was in charge of the Northern Immortal Army, came in person, there was no way he and Cang Zhe could have survived this attack.

"Strength! Cultivation!!"

Under immense pressure, powerless and reduced to mere prey.

This sense of powerlessness reignited an intense desire within Song Changming—a desire for power.

While the old method of cultivation, which followed a set pattern and sought progress steadily, was certainly good and reliable, it also inadvertently caused us to miss some great opportunities that could only be found by taking the initiative.

This will slow down his rate of becoming stronger to some extent.

Often, a precious opportunity can be worth hundreds or even thousands of years of cultivation.

"Holy Buddha, please grant justice for your disciple." Jintan then stood up, clasped his hands together in prayer to the descending Holy Buddha, and begged.

"As the saying goes, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor. You have killed my disciple without cause, and you deserve to be punished," the Holy Buddha said calmly to Cang Zhe.

"However, if you realize your mistake and turn back from the wrong path, I may spare your life and make you my disciple." The Holy Buddha suddenly changed his tone and extended an olive branch to Cang Zhe.

Song Changming felt that the Buddhist sect was so short of people that it wanted to recruit anyone it met.

Even when the Holy Buddha arrived, the first thing he did was recruit new members.
"Dream on!" Cang Zhe looked at the holy Buddha with disdain.

He grew increasingly disgusted with Buddhism and would never associate with it, thus betraying the Heavenly Venerable who had helped him achieve immortality.

The Buddha lowered his eyes, looked at him, and slowly extended his five fingers.

"Then stay in my palm for fifty thousand years."

The Holy Buddha did not kill Cang Zhe on the spot, because he knew that for some people, facing death was not the most terrifying thing.

The cruelest thing is to be deprived of freedom, unable to cultivate oneself, unable to perceive, and to waste one's life doing nothing. That is the greatest torment.

Fifty thousand years is enough to erode the vast majority of the most unwavering will.

As for that Heavenly Venerable Yuan...

Not to mention that he has not yet obtained the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit from the Immortal King, even if he had, ordinary Golden Immortals would be far from being his match.

He wanted to see if this Celestial Venerable would still dare to attack him after accepting him as a disciple.

He doesn't have the easygoing, saintly temperament of a wandering saint.

Song Changming, who was standing to the side, felt that the five fingers of the holy Buddha were getting bigger and bigger, and soon they occupied the entire visible sky.

It was as if a whole world was contained within those five fingers, and the terrifying suppressive power rendered both him and Cang Zhe unable to move, about to be drawn into that world within the palm.

Seeing this, Song Changming knew he had no chance of escaping, so he planned to deliberately blow himself up.

Rather than being imprisoned, he preferred to escape through a miraculous rebirth.

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn; only in this way can we find a way to save Cangzhe later.

He felt truly guilty that Cang Zhe had come to help him, and now that he was about to be captured by the Holy Buddha.

"Senior Brother, I will definitely rescue you from this predicament! I will!"

Song Changming's hands and feet were still bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, so he could only communicate with Cang Zhe through telepathy, his tone full of obsession and determination.

Cang Zhe looked at Song Changming. Although he didn't know where Song Changming got the confidence to escape, he still replied, "Tell the Heavenly Venerable not to act rashly for my sake."

Cang Zhe wasn't worried about his own life or death; what he feared most was that Yuan Tianzun would once again become enraged and attack the Buddhist sect.

With repeated actions, it's hard to guarantee that Yuan Tianzun can escape unscathed this time. After all, the vast Buddhist sect, with its countless Buddhas, is not made of clay.

The Immortal King's get-out-of-jail-free card doesn't always work.

As the five-finger mark drew closer, just as Song Changming was about to self-destruct, two hazy, graceful immortal figures appeared out of thin air, blocking Song Changming's path and standing in front of the five-finger mark.

Song Changming was taken aback, sensing that the situation had changed, and immediately suppressed the idea of ​​self-destruction.

"Who is it now?"

For a moment, he couldn't tell who those two celestial figures were, or who they were. How dare they intervene in the current situation when the Holy Buddha was in front of them?

One of the celestial figures made the first move, raising his hand and pointing it towards the sky.

Suddenly, the space and time in front of me seemed to be distorted and disordered.

Suddenly, the Buddha's great handprint erupted with extremely dazzling Buddhist light, and a Buddhist chant replaced all other sounds in the world, causing Song Changming's brain to go blank.

But soon, the Buddhist chanting disappeared, and the Buddhist light vanished as well.

Along with the five-finger mark of the holy Buddha, it also dissipated in the high heavens.

The terrifying oppressive feeling that threatened to crush all living beings in the lower realm had also disappeared, allowing Song Changming to breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking again, the two celestial figures were still there, as was the holy Buddha.

"Why are you two blocking this humble monk?" asked the Holy Buddha of Creation.

The celestial figure that had just extended a finger remained silent, while another celestial figure beside it slowly spoke.

"Holy Buddha, please return. Such bullying of the weak by the strong is truly against the rules."

The voice of this celestial being was gentle and melodious, like heavenly music, captivating the listener and making them involuntarily develop a fondness for its owner.

The Buddha remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing something, before finally slowly closing his eyes.

The moment the Buddha closed his eyes, the figure of the holy Buddha gradually merged with heaven and earth and soon disappeared.

The overwhelming pressure emanating from the Holy Buddha finally dissipated completely, signifying that the threat had been eliminated.

Also taken away was his Buddhist disciple, Jintan, who was seriously injured.

On the ground, Song Changming, who was bound in a ball, didn't even have time to thank the two immortal figures. One of the immortal figures flicked its sleeve, accompanied by a gust of immortal wind, and swept him away on the spot.

Then the two celestial figures vanished without a trace.

Only Cang Zhe remained, standing up with a furrowed brow.

Now, even he couldn't tell which two celestial immortals had taken Song Changming away.

Even he couldn't see through that hazy, ethereal figure.

The other party's move was solely for Song Changming, and had nothing to do with him.

However, since it was a great immortal from the Celestial Court who intervened, Song Changming's safety should be assured.

After a moment's thought, Cang Zhe hurriedly returned to the Outer Heavens, as he needed to report this matter to Yuan Tianzun.

Yuan Palace.

"Senior Brother, who injured you?" Lu Huang noticed Cang Zhe's serious return and asked with a grim expression.

"What about Brother Song? How is he?" Xiao Jiu also came over upon hearing the commotion and inquired.

Before Cang Zhe could say anything, Yuan Tianzun's voice drifted out from inside the hall.

"Come in, everyone."

The disciples exchanged glances and then followed Cang Zhe inside.

"Heavenly Venerable, this trip was initiated by the Buddhist sect against Song Changming," Cang Zhe said after bowing.

Upon hearing that even the Holy Buddha had joined the fray, the impatient Xiao Jiu was already scratching her ears and cheeks in anger.

"I'm going to Monkey Mountain right now to invite my good brother, the Monkey King Hun Tian!"

He still thought that Song Changming had been captured by that holy Buddha.

Lu Huang grabbed him and shook his head, saying, "Let Senior Brother finish speaking."

Cang Zhe then recounted the entire process of how he drove back the two immortal figures and took Song Changming away.

The disciples finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It's better to be taken away by a great immortal from the Celestial Court than to let the Buddhist sect succeed. "That Buddha of Creation is extremely powerful. To be able to force this Buddha to retreat, the great immortal who appeared must also have a very high status in the Celestial Court, at least a Golden Immortal!" Lu Huang said in a deep voice.

"Who is the one?"

"If he is such a powerful being, how should we ask Brother Song for his services?"

"Even if the Celestial Venerable intervenes, the other side might not be so sure."

As the disciples were talking, Yuan Tianzun, who hadn't spoken until now, finally coughed lightly.

"All right."

“I already know who took Changming away. He is fine. You may all leave.”

"This disciple takes his leave." Upon hearing this, all the disciples immediately withdrew from the main hall.

“Since the Celestial Venerable has said so, then Brother Song must be alright.” Lü Huang shrugged and laughed loudly.

"It's good that you're alright." Old Man Shi nodded as well.

Only Xiao Jiu remained indignant, cursing and swearing at the Buddhist community.

"Senior Brother, you should also go and recover from your injuries," Lü Huang said to Cang Zhe.

"Okay." Cang Zhe nodded and flew away.

The image of that holy Buddha still lingered in his mind, and he felt that he was too insignificant at the time, like a mayfly trying to shake the sky.

"The Realm of Mystic Immortals"

He once again felt a strong desire for the Xuanxian Dao Fruit and wanted to enter the Xuanxian realm as soon as possible!
On the other side, beyond the heavens, amidst the Nine Heavens Stars, beside the Divine Pool.

Two celestial figures descended, along with Song Changming, who had been brought along.

At this moment, Song Changming was still bound by the Immortal Binding Rope and could not even stand steadily.

He could sense that the celestial figure's gaze was fixed on him, as if it were carefully scrutinizing him.

After waiting for a while, seeing that neither of the two immortals spoke, Song Changming had no choice but to speak first.

"This humble general pays his respects to the two fairies. Thank you for saving Cangzhe and me. We are truly grateful!"

"Do you remember me?" one of the immortal figures finally spoke, looking at Song Changming and asking.

"How could I possibly forget the kindness the fairy bestowed upon my army that day?" Song Changming replied.

Although his name was not mentioned, it was quite clear.

One of these immortals was the same Flower Fairy he had met before.

Although the two immortals concealed their forms with magic, no one without the cultivation of a Golden Immortal could see through this concealment.

But it seems that Wan Hua Xian didn't really intend to hide her true identity.

Therefore, the moment she spoke to the holy Buddha, Song Changming knew she was the Fairy of Ten Thousand Flowers just by hearing her voice.

After all, Wan Hua Xian's voice was so captivating that it was difficult for him to forget it.

He even knew that after that day, many heavenly soldiers in the army were captivated by this fairy of ten thousand flowers.

Unfortunately, they were worlds apart from this fairy of flowers, and it would be extremely difficult for them to meet again in the future. This longing was destined to remain only a regret.

Song Changming had originally thought it would be like this.

Unexpectedly, he met the Flower Fairy again so soon.

The Fairy of Flowers smiled gently, waved her hand, and dispelled the hazy fairy aura surrounding the two, revealing their true forms.

They were indeed two fairies.

One is indeed the Fairy of a Thousand Flowers, as for the other...

Song Changming originally thought it must be a top immortal from the Celestial Court whom he had never met before, but to his surprise, after the veil was lifted, he also felt that the beautiful immortal face was somewhat familiar.

A thought suddenly occurred to him, and he understood.

It turned out to be the fairy he had bumped into when he left Yuan Tianzun that day!

Flowing fairy skirt, vermilion divine seal, stepping on moonlight, divine wind flowing, both holy and elegant.

Although I don't know who the other person is, we have indeed met once before.

"What a coincidence," Song Changming thought to himself.

There are countless fairies in the heavens, but it was these two fairies he saw who saved him.

As Wan Huaxian took two steps closer, the refreshing fragrance of the flowers instantly made Song Changming feel as if he were surrounded by a sea of ​​flowers.

The fairy's jade-like hand lightly touched the Immortal Binding Rope binding her body, and the Immortal Binding Rope seemed to lose its function, falling off on its own and disappearing into the sleeve of the Flower Fairy.

Song Changming felt a great sense of relief, and the suppressed immortal power and strength within his body were finally able to flow again.

Song Changming immediately thanked him again.

"No need to thank me like that, it's her who's going to save you." Wan Huaxian glanced at her best friend beside her and smiled mysteriously.

Although Song Changming did not know the meaning, he could not neglect the proper etiquette, so without asking why, he immediately bowed and thanked the goddess.

"I will forever remember your kindness today."

The Goddess of the Nine Heavens had been staring at Song Changming for a long time, and only turned around slightly after hearing Song Changming thank her.

"Your cultivation is too shallow. Your rash intervention in the conflict between immortals and Buddhas will do you no good."

Song Changming was taken aback, and seemed to be deep in thought.

Indeed, after today, his existence will likely be exposed to many Buddhists.

Especially the lineage of the Buddha of Infallible Creation, the threat to him may not simply disappear.

If it were truly a battle between immortals and Buddhas, his identity as a general of the immortal army would offer him no protection whatsoever.

Although we were rescued this time, the problems we face are indeed quite thorny.

"It is not my wish to clash with those Buddhist disciples, but they are going too far and pressing me step by step!" Song Changming said in a deep voice, while his mind was filled with many thoughts.

If all else fails, he will stay in the Celestial Court and no longer descend to the mortal realm alone, giving the Buddhist sect a chance to make its mark.

"I can accept you as my disciple, and then the Buddhist sect will not dare to touch you," the Nine Heavens Goddess suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, Song Changming was somewhat bewildered.

Wan Huaxian smiled wryly, knowing that her best friend had ultimately used her suggestion.

"What? You're not willing?" Seeing that Song Changming didn't answer, the Goddess of the Nine Heavens looked over again.

Her eyes were like diamonds, more dazzling than the stars in the sky, and her voice was cold and clear, revealing little emotion.

"I am deeply grateful that Your Highness wishes to take me as your disciple. However, I am puzzled as to why..." Song Changming hesitated for a moment, but could not suppress his confusion.

He only met this incredibly powerful goddess once, and they never crossed paths again.

He didn't understand why the other party had both saved him and wanted to take him as a disciple.

His eightfold immortal talent sounds impressive, but it is relative.

For a powerful figure in the immortal realm of this level, let alone an eighth-level immortal talent, even the highest ninth-level immortal talent might not be of any concern to them.

In reality, talent is not a factor they consider when accepting disciples.

After all, they possess numerous treasures that could easily enhance one's immortal potential.

Most immortals who accept disciples or disciples do so based on a predestined affinity with the Dao.

When the time is right, you will accept it.

If fate has not brought you together, you cannot obtain what you desire even if you seek it.

However, Song Changming couldn't understand what kind of fate or entanglement could exist between him and the goddess in front of him.

(End of this chapter)