The blood-red Manjusaka bloomed like blood and fire, beautiful and beautiful.
In an instant, the entire Meng Po Manor seemed to be filled with life.
This was the first flower of the Yellow Springs.
Sanqi looked at the brilliant color and her eyes were wide open. Fahai handed the flower pot to her. She was like a child holding her beloved treasure and did not come back to her senses for a long time.
"After tens of thousands of years in the Yellow Springs, there's finally a flower.”
After a long time, 37 raised his head, his face full of smiles.
It was as if with this blooming flower, she had the whole world.
"Thank you for your help, Master!"
She smiled happily and walked to the table. She took out a jade slip and said,"Master helped me save Manjusaka, so I won't go back on my word. This is the Yang Scroll, you can read it at will.”
As he spoke, he handed the Yang Scroll over.
Originally, this Yang Scroll required Meng Po to cast a spell to see the merits and demerits of mortals.
However, Fahai was not dead, and his cultivation was too high. Sanqi might not be able to cast a spell on him, so he might as well give the Yang Scroll to him and let Fahai read it himself.
He held the Manjusaka and retreated to the side.
"Thank you so much!"
Fahai took the Yang scroll and laid it flat on the table.
" There are no words on the bamboo slips. They reflect the lives of the people. Life and death are determined by fate. Samsara is endless. The past lives, the past…"
He activated his Dharmic powers.
A golden Buddhist light was projected onto the bamboo scroll.
However, no words appeared.
" See, I told you, the Yang Scroll can't record the merits and demerits of a living person. As for the so-called past and present lives, I'm afraid…"
37 shook his head slightly.
Fahai heaved a sigh of relief.
Because just as he was trying to use the Yang Manual to record his past and present lives, the system notification sounded in his ear.
The power of the system had automatically blocked his past life and deceived the heavenly secrets. Even a Heavenly Dao Saint could not predict it!
No one could pry into his secrets.
"Without the past, one is born like heaven and earth. It is not within the samsara of the three worlds. The saints are unpredictable, and the secrets of heaven cannot be revealed. In the future, if someone wanted to investigate my background, they would probably be shocked, right?”
Fahai smiled.
Just as he was about to put away the Yang Codex, at this moment.
The Yang Scroll suddenly trembled.
Golden inscriptions suddenly appeared on the green bamboo slip. They were all Buddhist seals and Sanskrit. They intertwined and finally condensed into a huge golden Buddha.
Sitting in the void, there were thirty-three layers of lotuses beneath him, suppressing the Sumeru and illuminating the world.
The golden Buddha statues were dazzling, and no one dared to look at them.
His facial features were extremely similar to Fahai.
"This…this is your future?"
Seeing this, 37 was shocked!
The sea of laws in the picture was too majestic. It was like the ancestor of all Buddhas, with boundless magical power. The entire world revolved in his palm, and the 33 heavens prostrated themselves beneath him!
He was even more noble and dignified than the World Venerable of the Buddhist Sect and the Supreme Buddha!
Could it be that Fahai could reach such an unbelievable level in the future?
"The Yang Scroll's prediction of the future is just a calculation. However, if someone with ulterior motives sees it, they will probably target me.”
Fahai frowned.
He wasn't surprised by the future shown on the screen.
With his current cultivation and comprehension, coupled with the system's assistance, it was reasonable for him to become a Buddha and an ancestor in the future.
However, revealing it too early was a curse and not a blessing.
He immediately pointed at the Yang Scroll with his finger. Using the Golden Blood of the Arhat on his body as ink, he injected Buddhist mana into it and wrote a huge swastika seal.
Weng!
The golden light vanished.
The future projection of the Buddha Dharma was sealed in the Yang Scroll.
Unless a Saint came personally or Fahai's own blood essence, no one else could see his future achievements.
He also wanted to use the power of the system to completely erase all traces of himself.
But he couldn't do it.
Because he was already born in this world, he would definitely leave behind corresponding traces. Erasing traces was equivalent to erasing his own existence.
"I didn't expect Master to have the wisdom of the heavens. His Buddhist teachings are profound and his future is limitless!”
Sanqi, who was beside him, also came back to his senses at this time and could not help but sigh.
Fahai glanced at her and returned the Yang Scroll. At the same time, he said,"The future manifestation is just a deduction based on my current cultivation and aptitude. There are many variables and it can't be taken seriously. Please don't tell anyone about what happened today.”
"The trees in the forest are bound to be destroyed by the wind. Most people probably did not want to see a future Buddha. Although 37 was not smart enough, he knew this. I owe Grandmaster a debt of gratitude. Don't worry, I've never used the Yang Manual today.”
37 said as he put the Yang scroll back on the table.
Fahai nodded. He still trusted Sanqi's character.
Moreover, he had left a seal of his Buddha's blood on the Yang Scroll. Ordinary gods and Buddhas would not be able to see the true wonders of it. Moreover, he was still a mortal monk in the human world. Naturally, it was impossible for him to alarm the Saints to investigate, so there was no need to worry too much.
"Thank you."
Fahai nodded and looked at the cauldron beside him.
Inside it was Granny Meng's soup made from 37 ginseng.
Legend had it that Meng Po's soup was brewed with the Eight Tears as the lead. Its fragrance could reach the Nine Serenities and make people forget the troubles of the world.
Unfortunately, Sanqi was still in love and did not understand sadness.
This Granny Meng Soup lacked the last ingredient, so it was turbid and bitter, making it difficult to drink.
Even ghosts who had passed away would not drink it.
Fahai had an idea.
"I've long heard of the name of Meng Po's soup," he said to No. 37."Can I have a bowl?"”
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