Wandering Gods of Day and Night

The Blue-clothed Buddha greatly supports Zhou Xuan.

However, the Changsheng Teacher keeps shaking his head, saying, "I always knew Master Zhou was skilled at weaving intricate plans, from his mere words, he can draw a truly rich world, making people fascinated.

But now, honestly, I can’t quite distinguish the truth in the master’s words, let’s listen further, let’s see more."

The Changsheng Teacher also hesitated,

while Zhou Xuan’s discourse on the "Starry Sky Canvas" continued.

"And then? Then I walked out of the vast starry sky, the painting."

Zhou Xuan’s "performance," benefiting from storytelling, was never simple idle talk. His movements, body, and even changes in voice subtly matched the rhythm of storytelling,

sound, stage, form, expression.

Suddenly, Zhou Xuan took a big step forward, already approaching the "Ancient Buddha Dharma Aspect."

"I entered that truly Great Thousand World, I saw countless pairs of eyes, staring at me, watching me.

In those eyes, there was doubt, astonishment, hatred, confusion, joy, sorrow... all kinds of human emotions, manifested in those pairs of eyes."

Zhou Xuan continued, "In their eyes, I am just a newborn child, they were surprised by my arrival, their gazes were complex, showing no order.

I dislike this chaos."

As soon as he finished speaking,

both the Tiancan Monk, Changsheng Teacher, and Blue-clothed Buddha were speechless,

for they clearly remembered that when Zhou Xuan was deceiving Ning Yu with a colorful play, he clearly said — I, Zhou Xuan, dislike order, I prefer chaos.

These words had barely settled when Zhou Xuan changed his tune.

"Master, do you actually like or dislike order? How fickle are these tastes?"

Tiancan Monk felt like listening to Zhou Xuan for too long was making his own brain start to wrestle with itself.

After glaring at Tiancan Monk, the Blue-clothed Buddha helped explain, "Isn’t it simple? The master was deceiving Ning Yu, that’s why he said he didn’t like order, but now, the master is expressing his true feelings, saying he likes order, he must sincerely like it."

"This also indirectly indicates that the master isn’t lying now, what he perceived is indeed true."

The Blue-clothed Buddha added another point.

"Let’s see more... let’s keep observing..." The Changsheng Teacher still couldn’t completely determine whether Zhou Xuan was straightforward or indirectly deceiving Wu Cang, so he continued to observe.

The "Ancient Buddha Dharma Aspect" was captivated as well and asked, "Future Buddha, since you dislike so-called chaos, then how do you deal with those innumerable eyes facing you?"

Zhou Xuan replied coldly, "I immediately planted my Supreme Buddhism, taking seven consecutive steps, with each step a lotus blossomed."

"Thunk!"

Zhou Xuan spoke as he walked to the side, simultaneously striking the gavel, conjuring a "Dream of the Starry Sky."

Whether it was Changsheng Teacher, Tiancan Monk, Blue-clothed Buddha, or Wu Cang, with Zhou Xuan at the level of Seven Incense Sticks, the storyteller’s dream could hardly bind them.

Yet none of them wished to escape this dream, just like those little yellow-skinned creatures who wanted desperately to hear Zhou Xuan tell stories.

In this dream,

each of Zhou Xuan’s seven steps birthed a pale pink lotus under his foot.

The flowers just emerged from the water, with droplets forming on the petals, remarkably beautiful.

After completing the seven steps, Zhou Xuan’s body was enveloped in Buddha sound. He pointed one hand to the sky, the other to the ground, overlooking those eyes beyond the starry sky, saying, "Heaven and Earth, I Am the Sole Respect."

The wild Buddha energy spread with Zhou Xuan’s words, roaming endlessly across the universe,

wherever the Buddha energy passed, the eyes beyond the starry sky no longer seemed complex, their gaze reflecting only "reverence" and "devotion."

"This is my future, going beyond the starry sky, to the real Great Thousand World, sowing the seeds of my Buddhist teachings.

I believe, one day, everywhere humans can reach, my Buddhist flowers will blossom."

As soon as his words left his mouth, the dream he had laid began to blossom continuously, one after another, clusters after clusters, until the dream was entirely shrouded in flowers,

only then did Zhou Xuan lightly knock the gavel, dispelling the flower dream.

"Wonderful, truly wonderful, is this Master Zhou’s future life?"

Tiancan Monk commented.

"Mr. Zhou’s dream lets me witness the power of the Future Buddha."

Blue-clothed Buddha courteously bowed to Zhou Xuan,

while the Changsheng Teacher gritted his teeth tightly, squeezing out a sentence, "I initially didn’t know whether what Master Zhou said was true or not, now it seems—I am convinced it is true."

"Where did you conclude that this dream is genuine, is it Master Zhou’s future?" Tiancan Monk wasn’t doubting the truthfulness of Zhou Xuan’s words, he was purely curious how the Changsheng Teacher judged.

The Changsheng Teacher replied, "This flower dream, those eyes beyond the starry sky, I don’t know if you noticed — before the master’s Buddhism manifested, each eye harbored different emotions.

Those innumerable eyes, with diverse emotions, if Master Zhou hadn’t truly gone beyond the starry sky, how could he bring forth such a multitude of distinct eyes in his dream?"

"Such details."

Tiancan Monk agreed that the Changsheng Teacher seemed right.

A single eye represents a spirit,

countless eyes represent numerous spirits, if Zhou Xuan hadn’t genuinely seen them, how could he so effortlessly conjure such a vast number of eyes in his dream.