Wandering Gods of Day and Night

The colossal statue of the Ancient Buddha descended amidst the Buddhist chant, vast and overwhelming,

In an instant, the weather changed, and when the Ancient Buddha statue finally settled, the earth arose with mountains of dust,

When the dust settled, the golden body of the Ancient Buddha statue shimmered with a seven-colored radiance. Everyone from the Lotus Temple, upon just one glance, felt as if an invisible hand gripped their hearts,

Originally, the Green Robed Buddha, who grandly welcomed Zhou Xuan’s enlightenment with the "five-point prostration" ceremony, now performed the Buddha salute even more sincerely.

"Disciple Qingyi, humbly welcomes the Ancient Buddha descending to the mortal realm."

The Green Robed Buddha murmured.

When the Golden Body Slave and the other four Buddha Slaves jointly conjured the Ancient Buddha Mirror Image, the Green Robed Buddha did not kneel.

Although this Great Buddha of the Heavenly Dome was a devout follower of the Ancient Buddha, he was not entirely unobservant and did not kneel before every so-called Ancient Buddha.

Between a true Ancient Buddha and a false one, he could generally tell them apart.

The Ancient Buddha Mirror Image of the Golden Body Slave, in his view—was a false Buddha.

Even if this mirror image had the appearance, tactics, and aura of the Ancient Buddha, it was still fake.

But after Zhou Xuan comprehended his own law, and using the storyteller’s "Dream Buddha" method, constructed an Ancient Buddha, blurring the line between "real and fake."

This Ancient Buddha, Qingyi rationally knew was fake, yet emotionally, he felt this Ancient Buddha was the Jing Country Venerable who once practiced Buddhist Law and saved the world.

"It resembles... it truly resembles."

Yun Ziliang looked up, continually marveling at this Ancient Buddha.

Yuan Buyu, with his hair standing on end, shook his head and said, "What kind of Divine Skills are my disciple’s laws? To be able to create such a real Ancient Buddha in a dream."

"Master Yuan, how does Brother Xuan’s dream compare to the Dream Realm Heavenly God?"

On the side, Zhao Wuya also asked curiously.

Yuan Buyu shook his head and said, "A dream is just a dream, no matter how real, it still remains a dream, but Xuanzi’s Dream Buddha is no longer a dream, it exists in reality,

Take this colossal Ancient Buddha for example, with my Taoist cultivation, I can’t smell any hint of dream, it feels real and not an illusion."

Just as he finished speaking,

Zhou Xuan already had his clothes billowing, and his right hand dominantly pointed at the Golden Body Slave, scolding,

"Golden Body Servant, you conjured the Ancient Buddha Mirror Image and incorporated two hand seals of the Ancient Buddha. Now, I return the original seal."

After he said it, he squatted down, touching the ground with his right hand, this was one of the Five Seals of the Ancient Buddha—Touching Earth Demon Suppression Seal.

As he squatted, the colossal Ancient Buddha statue towering into the clouds also followed suit.

When the massive palm of the Ancient Buddha statue touched the ground with a thundering sound, a kingdom of flames appeared around the Five Slaves, encircling them in fire,

This Demon Suppressing Buddha Seal, once unleashed, brought with it an oppression not just on the Five Slaves,

The oppression, like ripples on water, spread continuously, enveloping those touched, giving them a tendency to kneel and bow.

If one didn’t want to kneel, they had to harness their Divine Skills to resist,

Therefore, the happiest people in the Lotus Temple were the Green Robed Buddha, Tiancan Monk, and Zhao Wuya.

The Green Robed Buddha, a fan of the Ancient Buddha, was eager to kneel before him.

Tiancan Monk belonged to the "Broken Robe" lineage, inherently connected to the Buddha, so upon feeling the oppression, kneeling was an act of faith,

Zhao Wuya, being the reincarnation of the Ancient Buddha’s "Heavenly Peng Bird," was unaffected by any overwhelming Buddha energy and even felt a sense of joy as if basking in a spring breeze.

But the Eternal Life Sect Leader, Yun Ziliang, Li Changxun, and others felt miserable,

They, being Witches or Taoists, had their own beliefs, how could they kneel to the Ancient Buddha,

If it was a willing kneel, it would be bearable, but this kind of "kneeling through oppression," if truly knelt, would damage their Taoist heart.

The Eternal Life Sect Leader, to resist this might, had mustered all his incense power to counteract,

But despite all his efforts, his knees made a "thump" sound under pressure.

He twisted his head with effort, speaking to Li Changxun as if sharing ailments, "Li Shanzu, this Ancient Buddha’s oppression is very painful for me."

Li Changxun’s face contorted in pain, squeezing out words through gritted teeth, "At... least... you can... speak."

Eternal Life Sect Leader: "..."

Although all of them suffered greatly, the suffering faced by the Eternal Life Sect Leader, being the one with the highest cultivation, was relatively the least,

The most miserable of all was Yuan Buyu, merely an Eight Incense Sticks storyteller in cultivation, though in recent days, Zhou Xuan bestowed upon him the flesh and blood of "Bi Fang," rapidly boosting his incense level,

Yet he remained at the level of "Sitting Eight and Looking Nine."

As someone with weaker cultivation, he was now bent over under the weight, the veins on his face bulging.

The pitiful sight of these few naturally caught Zhou Xuan’s attention.

Zhou Xuan gently waved his left hand, as if removing a mountain from over the heads of the Eternal Life Sect Leader and others.

As soon as the invisible mountain was lifted away, Yuan Buyu gasped for fresh air like a person on the brink of death from suffocation,

After taking several deep breaths, he collapsed backward, his forehead drenched with sweat,

"Disobedient disciple, fought others and almost cost this old man half his life."

Zhao Wuya asked Yuan Buyu again, "Master Yuan, can a storyteller’s dream Buddha also wield the Divine Skills of the Ancient Buddha?"

Yuan Buyu shook his head wearily and said, "A storyteller’s dream Buddha merely mimics the Buddha’s aura."

"That’s strange then."

Zhao Wuya continued, "The Ancient Buddha that Brother Xuan conjured, both in appearance and Divine Skills, is just like the actual Ancient Buddha, with an aura that indistinguishably splits truth from falsehood,