"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

Awei was the security captain of Renjia Town, which was equivalent to the future police chief. In this chaotic era, where guns could be fired at will, he had a certain power of life and death. After all, even if he killed someone, he could just pay money to settle the matter. He was usually quite arrogant.

But at best, they're nothing more than organized crime.

They only bully ordinary people.

If you really encountered someone like Zhang Tian who could summon thousands of men armed with guns and cannons at any time, you would immediately kneel down in fear, your legs going weak.

Zhang Tian glanced at the other party, too lazy to even acknowledge him, and waved for the brothers guarding the area to leave. Ignoring Ren Fa, who was trying to curry favor, he went straight to Uncle Jiu's side.

He said a few words.

Uncle Nine immediately understood and went to Master Ikkyu to exchange a few pleasantries.

Both of them were people who exorcised demons and monsters, so they naturally regarded each other as kindred spirits and spoke to each other very politely.

As for Zhang Tian's suggestion to ask the Maoshan Patriarch to verify his true identity again, Uncle Nine readily agreed, but Master Yixiu refused.

"Amitabha!"

"This matter is of great importance, and I wish to handle it personally."

Master Ikkyu felt that Little Western Paradise could not bestow the title of True Great Sage. Although the patriarch of Maoshan was also powerful, he might not necessarily recognize all the Buddhists.

It should be understood that Buddhism also has Mahayana and Hinayana traditions. Above are Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, and below are Arhats, Bhikkhus, and enlightened monks. They all radiate Buddha's light and spread universal wisdom, which is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish.

We need a Buddhist master!

Master Ikkyu then took out a wooden box from his robes and opened it in front of everyone. The others couldn't help but crane their necks to look, only to find that what was inside the wooden box was just an ordinary glass ball, even with a rather mottled color, not as transparent and crystal clear as an ordinary glass ball, and they didn't think it was anything special.

Only Uncle Nine, who had seen much of the world, gasped in astonishment, utterly shocked. "These are relics of a Buddhist master's Nirvana! Such color... they must be at least relics of an Arhat!"

"Fellow Daoist has excellent eyesight and knowledge. You are indeed a top disciple of Maoshan. You are far superior to your junior brother."

Master Ikkyu spoke with praise.

Relics are formed from the concentrated Buddhist power within the body of a Buddhist practitioner after Nirvana, and they only appear in the world after being burned in a raging fire.

Ordinary Buddhist practitioners usually produce relics from burning bones, which have little power.

The relics of eminent monks, mainly in red and black, are believed to ward off evil spirits and dispel malevolent energy.

As for the relics of Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas above the level of eminent monks, they are rare and precious objects that should not exist in this world. They have the wonderful function of saving all people, enlightening and enlightening them, and turning misfortune into good fortune.

Each relic of this caliber.

Its value and status are equivalent to the most prized treasures of each sect, just like the Celestial Master's Seal of Longhu Mountain, which will never be passed on to outsiders and will be guarded to the death.

Even the well-informed Uncle Nine had only heard of him before and was seeing him for the first time, so he was deeply shocked.

He never imagined that Master Ikkyu would possess such a treasure!

It definitely has a significant history!

Master Ikkyu remained silent, his hands clasped together, his eyes filled with reverence. His inner power surged, and the Arhat relic in his palm revealed an extraordinary phenomenon: a hazy, lifelike figure flew out from it, and Buddha's light shone down upon it.

The people in the courtyard were as if they had seen a god.

Some are timid and cowardly.

They almost knelt down and begged for forgiveness for their past sins.

Even Zhang Tian's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. After all, the Golden Cicada on his body, strictly speaking, was not a Buddhist, but rather the holder of the Buddha's Light Origin, the creator god of the Western Paradise, and the source of the Buddha's Light.

It belongs to another world.

Just like the founding emperor of the previous dynasty!

If you were to resurrect someone and place them in another dynasty, they might not necessarily be respected. Even if they were respected by some people, what would the officials, the emperors, and the princes of the current dynasty think?

Zhang Tian couldn't help but feel nervous. He stared at the illusory image of the Arhat on the relic, only to see that the image actually moved, its lips changing as if it were chanting something.

"It moved."

"He moved!"

"The Buddha has descended to earth! Quickly, worship! The Buddha has manifested his power!"

The crowd was initially looking at the illusory image of the Buddha.

I was deeply shocked.

Now, seeing that Arhat move even more, I can see that he has come to life.

They couldn't help but panic.

They thought they had met a real deity.

Master Ikkyu's eyes gleamed. He wanted to use the illusory image of the Arhat to verify Zhang Tian's true nature. If the other party was indeed a Buddhist, he could cause the illusory image of the Arhat to move. If the other party was not, it would not cause any change.

At that moment, the illusory image of the Arhat moved.

He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "That four-eyed guy isn't entirely heartless after all. This time he finally told the truth and wasn't trying to fool me."

"The fact that you could arouse the Arhats' emotions suggests that you were indeed a member of our Buddhist community in your previous life. I wonder which enlightened monk you were, passed away peacefully, and accidentally entered the cycle of reincarnation, ending up here..."

After a Buddhist monk attains Nirvana.

The place of reincarnation is not too far from the place of death.

It is closely related to a past life.

Wild ones are extremely rare.

Unless it's a violent death, leaving no time to prepare a backup plan.

Of course, there is another possibility.

That means the other party is a reincarnation of a Bodhisattva or Buddha from Mount Ling.

But is that possible?

The Buddhas and immortals of this world have not been heard from for hundreds of years; what remains in the world are only remnants of their divinity from back then.

Reincarnated and descended to the mortal realm.

It has become a myth.

As Master Ikkyu was pondering this, he witnessed something unbelievable: the illusory Arhat clasped his hands together, silently bowed to Zhang Tian, ​​and resolutely moved forward amidst chanting.

The relic in his hand shone brightly.

Like fine sand blown by the wind.

It vanished with a roar.

It was blown into Zhang Tian's body, like a hundred birds paying homage, willingly and completely merging into the other's body.

"What... what is this?"

Master Ikkyu's eyes widened.

I'm a little confused.

Uncle Nine also looked nervous, afraid that something might go wrong.

They all looked over, only to see Zhang Tian with a strange expression, as if he had come to some kind of enlightenment. Then, as the two of them watched, he slowly raised his right hand, and in his right palm, a nine-ringed staff condensed in the Buddha's light.

These are the three divine artifacts gifted by Nuwa.

What has always been missing.

The Staff of Nine Rings!

The offering of the Arhat's relics miraculously replenished the remains.

Zhang Tian clenched his fists, his body seemingly under his control, and he murmured softly, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

The nine-ringed staff in his hand touched the ground, and an invisible aura spread out. No one reacted, except for Old Master Ren, who was lying in the coffin and had turned into a corpse, as if struck by lightning.

He was met with horrified stares from the crowd.

He sat up straight out of the coffin.

He sat up abruptly.

A strange gesture of hands clasped together.

His face was kind.

It seemed so strange.

"The Nine-Ringed Staff, one of Nuwa's Three Divine Artifacts".

"Possesses innate supernatural powers:"

Salvation: It can convert all those who are unkind and harbor evil thoughts.

Ceasefire: It can purify murderous thoughts and make those who harbor murderous intentions lay down their weapons.

"Heaven's Mandate: One is bestowed with the mandate of Heaven, commanding Heaven and Earth, altering one's surroundings as easily as a thought."