“Really?” Chen Yi suddenly became excited.
This Immortal, with his esteemed status, would never deceive him!
As long as his cultivation was high enough to enter the Netherworld, there was still a chance to resurrect his parents, his mentor, and his childhood sweetheart!
[Ding, the system is now loading the other party’s information.]
[Name: Chen Yi]
[Race: Human]
[Talent: Reincarnation of an Ancient Buddha, Wisdom Root]
[Cultivation Level: Ninth Level of the Golden Core Realm]
[Identity: Descendant of the Chen Family of Yun Cang Country]
Chen Yi’s information appeared in Lu Changsheng’s mind.
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“Hisss…” Lu Changsheng was startled to find that this person was actually the reincarnation of an Ancient Buddha.
Such a person, if he practiced in the holy places of the Buddhist Sect, had at least the potential to become a Buddha.
Lu Changsheng had read in an ancient text in the Holy Land of Tai Hua that the Buddhist Sect had a secret reincarnation technique for pursuing eternal life through this cultivation technique.
Grandmaster Taixu, after failing his Tribulation and ascension, had relied on the reincarnation secret technique to reincarnate repeatedly, preserving his memories, and eventually restored his original cultivation.
However, this technique was not flawless; on the contrary, one had to start from scratch in each reincarnation. When the power was weak, it was easy to fall midway and fail utterly. Only upon reaching a certain realm could one recover the memories of past lives.
Intuition told Lu Changsheng that Chen Yi’s former life might have been one of the terrifying beings among the Ancient Buddhas; otherwise, it wouldn’t meet the stringent disciple-taking conditions of the Disciple Apprenticeship Simulator.
Lu Changsheng’s disciples were either Dragon Emperors or Demon Ancestors; typically, the reincarnation of a mere Buddha didn’t qualify to be his disciple yet.
This little fellow, compared to the Red-Bearded Daoist with the Vajra Indestructible Body, was even more suitable for practicing Buddhist cultivation techniques.
Lu Changsheng’s Innate Taoist Body was capable of practicing any cultivation technique, including those of the Buddhist Sect. Taking a Reincarnated Ancient Buddha as a disciple wasn’t too excessive, right?
“You have nowhere else to go, why not follow me in cultivation? Perhaps one day, your wish will be fulfilled.”
Knowing that cultivation might be the only thing keeping Chen Yi alive, Lu Changsheng intended to take him as his eleventh direct disciple.
Without saying much, Chen Yi knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Changsheng seriously, formally acknowledging him as his master.
Lu Changsheng had killed the Divine Ape King, avenging Chen Yi, and pointed out a way to resurrect his parents, mentor, and childhood sweetheart; he had no way to repay him.
Now, Lu Changsheng’s disciples included a Demon God, Dragon Emperor, Demon Ancestor, Ancient Buddha, Literary Sage, Son of Fortune…
Lu Changsheng didn’t dare to imagine if these disciples grew up, whether the whole Immortal Realm would be turned upside down.
“Lu, have you been well these past years? And Lian, Zhao, we meet again.”
Monk Wu Le came over to converse with Lu Changsheng.
Lu Qinglian stood with her hands on her hips, “Old monk, I remember you. I didn’t expect you to still be alive.”
Monk Wu Le smiled gently, not getting angry. He knew Lu Qinglian had been settled by the Ancestor. She was straightforward and outspoken.
Just as Lu Changsheng and the others thought everything was over, suddenly, chants filled the air, Celestial Maidens scattered flowers, golden lotuses emerged from the ground, Buddha’s light shone a thousand zhang, and a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon pulled a chariot from the west.
The vast, sea-like oppressive force came down, making it difficult to breathe.
This oppressive force was even above that of the Divine Ape King.
“Amitabha Buddha. This child has a significant connection with our Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple. I request for this fellow Daoist to let go and allow the child to enter our temple.”
The authoritative voice echoed like thunder from the Nine Heavens, devoid of any emotion.
Lu Changsheng frowned. Did the bald monks from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple want to contend with him for a disciple?
He had a relationship with Monk Wu Le, but he had no such relations with the rest of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.