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

"It's a nine-ringed tin staff!"

Master Ikkyu recognized the sacred object, which had been passed down in Buddhism for a very long time, at a glance. His expression immediately became serious, and he put his hands together in prayer. The pain and distress he felt when he saw the Arhat relic disappear had vanished.

Instead, there is a sense of relief from accepting the consequences of one's actions.

Uncle Nine humbly inquired, "I wonder what kind of skill you possess, fellow practitioner, to be able to conjure matter from nothingness? Impressive, truly impressive!"

Uncle Nine thought this was Master Ikkyu's ability to conjure objects out of thin air. This was not the kind of trickery that could deceive people in the martial arts world, but a truly exaggerated supernatural ability.

Master Ikkyu shook his head.

"This is a change within himself."

"Arhat relics are the transformations of those who have attained Nirvana after great Buddhist practice. Although they have no consciousness, they have received so many years of worship from the Buddhist community that they have acquired some spirituality."

"It must have recognized this benefactor's past life identity and sensed the calamities of this world, which is why it was willing to sacrifice itself to lend a helping hand, thus creating this change."

As for why it's a nine-ringed tin staff?

That's really easy to guess. Back in the Tang Dynasty, there was a great Buddhist master named Xuanzang who was extremely knowledgeable in Buddhism. He traveled alone with a nine-ringed staff, covering thousands of miles to reach the holy land of Buddhism.

By debating with all the great masters on his own, he subdued all the Buddhas, established the sacred Mahayana Heaven, and returned victorious.

Later, he achieved his goal and completed his mission.

This led to the establishment of the Lingshan Grand Buddha.

The fact that the illusory Arhat could exhibit such an unusual behavior suggests that it was pointing out the other party's identity. Zhang Tian was either the reincarnation of that great Buddha or his disciple, someone with a certain connection to him.

Master Ikkyu was filled with emotion.

His eyes held respect.

When Uncle Nine heard about the mystery, he gasped in shock. The Arhat relic was comparable to the immortals in Taoism. The fact that the treasure could actively recognize its master and offer itself as a sacrifice meant that Zhang Tian directly possessed the power of the Arhat and became an immortal.

But he soon realized he was overthinking it.

Although the relics of this Arhat are transformed from the essence of Buddhism and possess some mystical qualities, they are ultimately not the true Arhat himself.

Moreover, it had been passed down for many years in the Buddhist temple where Master Ikkyu lived, and had been used many times, so naturally much of its essence was lost.

Now that it has been transformed into a magical artifact for protection, it does indeed possess great power, but it does not increase one's own magical power in the slightest.

Uncle Nine was extremely satisfied, because he had witnessed the power of the magical artifact that Master Ikkyu had mentioned. If one harbors good intentions, one will possess countless supernatural powers; if one harbors evil intentions, one will find it difficult to move an inch. All kinds of trials are in one's heart, and one can kill to protect one's karma and save all living beings.

The old master Ren sat upright in the coffin.

This is the best proof of the magical artifact's power.

The other person's stiff appearance had faded, and he put his hands together in a Buddhist gesture, his face gentle. Even though his son Ren Fa was right in front of him, he could not see the slightest bit of his ferocious and blood-sucking intent. He seemed to have truly become a benevolent being.

That's what makes that magical artifact so powerful.

Forced conversion!

Force evil people to become good!

It's equivalent to fundamentally distorting a person's soul.

What a powerful, unbelievable, and chilling supernatural power it is!

Uncle Nine was delighted because he knew all too well how much a supreme magical artifact could bless a cultivator, comparable to supreme magic or skill.

But then he thought about it again, and realized that despite his careful teaching these past few days, he still couldn't get Zhang Tian to enter the Daoist sect and comprehend the profound mysteries of the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Uncle Nine was silent for a moment, then made a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes, "Master Yixiu, it seems he has an affinity with your Buddhist sect. You... take him away. Don't let someone as incompetent as me mislead the younger generation any longer..."

He thought about how he had taken in so many disciples throughout his life, but it seemed that none of them had amounted to anything. They were either lacking in talent or naughty and lazy. He hadn't thought about it before, but now that a rough gem like Zhang Tian had come to his door, he was still not as good as others who had worked for half a day.

Suddenly, I began to doubt myself.

Even though he knew that Zhang Tian was an extremely talented disciple with a bright future, who could even become a Celestial Master, ascend to immortality, and save the people from suffering, allowing the Maoshan sect to thrive for hundreds or thousands of years, he still chose to give him up for Zhang Tian's better development.

I don't have the ability to teach apprentices!

He will only mislead young people.

For a moment, I felt somewhat disheartened.

Master Yixiu shook his head. He admired Uncle Jiu's character, but the Buddhist community was no longer what it used to be. It was no longer a place for quiet cultivation. Otherwise, he would not have traveled the world with his sect's Buddhist treasures. He wanted to stay away from that place.

Everything is determined by fate.

Everything is predestined!

"I hope Fellow Daoist Lin will be lenient with me in the future!"

Master Ikkyu chose to stay at the mortuary and teach alongside Uncle Nine.

At this moment, Zhang Tian...

He was experiencing the wondrous power of the nine-ringed staff in his hand, and his mouth was almost crooked from smiling. After all, this was a legendary supernatural power, something that other worlds he came from could never even touch.

"Strange, according to that guy from the King's World, shouldn't this nine-ringed staff be found in the game market? Why is it hidden inside the divine runes or the golden seal?"

Zhang Tian finally realized what was happening and started complaining that he was too careless and unprofessional in the King of Glory world. What did he mean by needing to find the three divine artifacts separately? The brocade cassock and the headband were on the golden cicada, so how could the nine-ringed staff not be there?

"It must have required Buddhist cultivation or guidance from a Buddhist master, but I never expected such a twist of fate..."

If it weren't for this relic of Master Ikkyu.

The seemingly lackluster talent of Jin Chan will likely be replaced soon by other heroes who collectively choose talents they deem better.

Zhang Tian felt as if he were possessed by Xiao Yan. He was incredibly lucky and almost missed a great opportunity. After all, having three supernatural abilities after only a little development was extremely cost-effective!

Three supernatural powers!

It looks good no matter how you use it!

"Conversion? Forcibly turning evil into good? My goodness, isn't this just like the 'Scripture of Salvation' in 'Covering the Sky' or the 'Mind Modifier' in 'Little Life'?"

"There's this 'stopping the enemy' technique? Isn't this just a different kind of 100% bare-handed catching? Anyone who tries to kill me will immediately drop their weapon! A true master of peace!"

Zhang Tian imagined his handsome future, holding a nine-ringed staff, walking barefoot between heaven and earth. Even if he faced a million soldiers and countless bullets, he only needed to lightly place the staff to the ground to make all those with evil intentions drop their guns and cannons, and they would all put their hands together in deep repentance.

The so-called chaotic era.

Speedrun!

"Oh, and there's also a chosen one... who can command heaven and earth to achieve their heart's desires?"

Zhang Tian suddenly thought of his seemingly less-than-ideal aptitude for Taoist cultivation.

An idea suddenly came to me.

Hey, let's talk about something. I'm a high-ranking Buddhist monk, but I have some pretty good Taoist talent... That makes sense, right?