Chapter 1485 - 550: Prajna Wheel Collection
That red fruit had just fallen into Zhao Wuya’s hand when his stomach started growling, as if the fruit held some fatal allure for him.
"What a fragrant fruit."
Zhao Wuya sighed inwardly, then in three quick bites he stuffed the fruit into his mouth and started chomping away.
"Hey, hey, hey... how’d you start stealing fruit to eat... that’s mine."
Yuan Buyu was closest to Zhao Wuya. He’d just been watching the spectacle with Li Yutang and Zhou Xuan, and then, hearing the "chomp, chomp" sounds, he hurriedly turned his head and saw Zhao Wuya wolfing down the fruit.
His heart twinged with pain.
This big red fruit brimming with Buddha energy—Yu Zhengyuan had no incense and couldn’t eat it, so naturally the fruit belonged to him.
He was Zhou Xuan’s master, after all.
But now——
"There’s still the stem left." Seeing how heartbroken Yuan Buyu was over the fruit, Zhao Wuya stuck out his hand and shook the golden fruit stem he was holding.
"Damn it, spit it out for me."
Yuan Buyu rolled up his sleeves, looking all set to dig the red fruit’s flesh right out of Zhao Wuya’s mouth.
Zhou Xuan hurriedly grabbed onto Yuan Buyu and said, "Master, don’t be rash. It’s just a little fruit, no need to go that far."
"I was watching a good thing about to enter my mouth, and in the blink of an eye it’s been eaten by that Cliff Child..."
Yuan Buyu was furious.
Zhou Xuan, however, said lightly, "Master, it’s just a little fruit, nothing to fuss over. To be honest with you, in my Secret Realm there’s a tree that specializes in bearing this kind of fruit.
If you really want to eat it, I’ll pick a couple more for you tomorrow."
"What?"
Yuan Buyu almost couldn’t believe his ears.
The Buddha energy in Jing Country was scarce—that was the shared understanding among the cultivation Tangkou. Precisely because Buddha energy was thin, Spirit Plants and Spirit Fruits containing Buddha energy were rare.
And most of those Spirit Plants and Spirit Fruits were concentrated in Snow Mountain Prefecture.
When Zhou Xuan suddenly took out this big fruit tonight, Yuan Buyu thought it was something his disciple had obtained with great difficulty—he never expected its source to be so casual?
"That’s all thanks to those three little dolls."
Zhou Xuan said with a grin, "Those three dolls, I didn’t know what use they had before, just thought they were fun, so I kept them in the Secret Realm to play with.
Never in a million years did I expect that though the dolls are small, they’re of great use.
They know how to use Buddha Country bodies to plant trees in my Secret Realm, and the fruit those trees bear are these Buddha-energy-laden fruits."
"Well now, isn’t that stumbling onto a treasure?"
Yuan Buyu couldn’t hold back anymore and said to Zhou Xuan,
"Disciple, do you have any idea how rare these fruits are? With Buddha energy this dense, never mind how rare they are in the human world—even the God-level beings of the Heavenly Dome would be drooling."
"Is it really that precious?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"You kid are so stuffed you don’t know what hunger feels like. If this fruit were to spill onto the jianghu, people fighting over it would bash each other’s brains out."
The more Yuan Buyu spoke, the angrier he got, and he shot Zhao Wuya another glare.
But with that one glare, his blood and qi churned, and even his incense grew a little unstable——
——He saw that Zhao Wuya, with cold, stern eyes and a beggar-like outfit, actually carried an extremely overbearing aura.
Clearly it was a thin, frail body, but in Yuan Buyu’s eyes it faintly resembled a towering, majestic statue of a God.
"This is... this is...?"
Yuan Buyu felt his own aura being suppressed, his incense growing even more chaotic.
He hastily flicked his Sound Wood, unleashing a storyteller technique—Dream Buddha.
This Dream Buddha, put simply, was the storyteller using his Dream Generation skill to construct a Great Buddha in a dream.
The Great Buddha Yuan Buyu envisioned was precisely the Sky Dome Buddha—Green Robed Buddha.
He wanted to use this Great Buddha to shoulder Zhao Wuya’s sudden surge of Buddha energy.
"The Buddha arises from the dream."
A Great Buddha draped in a green robe shot up from the ground and pressed down toward Zhao Wuya.
You could say Yuan Buyu had held back with this move—he didn’t intend to kill, only to suppress the aura, so his own incense could stabilize.
The towering Green Robed Buddha drew closer and closer to Zhao Wuya, and those around them all felt that overwhelming momentum and hurriedly backed away.
Zhou Xuan also sensed that momentum, but he knew his master was a kind-hearted man. Let alone a friend like Zhao Wuya, even if it were a stranger, as long as they hadn’t done every evil under the sun, Yuan Buyu wouldn’t go for the kill.
"Master wants to contest whose aura is stronger."
Zhou Xuan saw what was going on, and naturally didn’t step in to stop it. From a certain angle, he was also very curious just how magnificent Zhao Wuya’s Buddhist aura really was.
"Strictly speaking, Ya Zi’s Buddhist aura is also triggered by eating that big red fruit.
Letting Master test the quality of that red fruit isn’t a bad idea either."
As Zhou Xuan thought this, he moved closer to Zhao Wuya’s side. He was going to act as a second layer of insurance—if Master accidentally lost control and overdid it, he could block Yuan Buyu’s aura and prevent Zhao Wuya from actually getting hurt.
"There is no Wu Ya among all beings, nor is there Wu Ya in the human world; this little monk offers his body as a boat, to ferry all under heaven."
The Green Robed Buddha illusion suddenly spoke.
Once it spoke, it was Prajna Buddhist Chant; every syllable poured down like a waterfall, crashing right onto the top of Zhao Wuya’s head.
At this moment Zhao Wuya lifted his head, looked at the towering Green Robed Buddha, and simply pointed a finger.
Within that single finger, it seemed to contain all living beings, and also the primordial chaos of the universe; countless streams of time flowed, countless Spaces collapsed,