Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

Chapter 94: Chapter 88 Vanity Like a Dream_3

However, Master Yuan Ci, who believed he had discovered the greatest secret of the Great Compassion Temple, could never have imagined all this!

He had always trusted that finding the amulet was all due to his own efforts and the care of his ancestors!

When he received the wooden tablet, he had already sensed new messages.

Convinced that this was the amulet left to him by the ancestors, Master Yuan Ci had come to regard the wooden tablet as his greatest secret!

In the distance, Su Ping, who was searching for the Fishing Point and trying his luck, sensed that Master Yuan Ci had taken the bait.

He smiled, but did not hurry to summon the master to the Pot Cave Heaven immediately.

Su Ping deliberately waited until dawn.

Only then did he send the Ghost to appear again in Master Yuan Ci’s bedroom.

“You actually have the amulet!”

The Ghost, emerging halfway out of the wall again, this time did not frighten Master Yuan Ci.

He looked at the Ghost, nodded slightly, and then put his palms together, wanting to ask for guidance.

However, the Ghost shook its head in impatience and outright refused, saying:

“Enough, enough, having the amulet is good enough, just wait for orders tonight.”

“By the way, you are the only mortal with an amulet!”

“It seems that in this summons, you might have to go alone.”

“After all, each batch of those called is assigned duties based on their Cultivation.”

After saying these words, the Ghost did not provide further explanation and simply vanished into the wall.

This time, Master Yuan Ci, having learned from experience, did not dare to stop the Ghost Envoy from leaving.

Thinking that tonight might just be the most important day to change the rest of his life.

Master Yuan Ci rejected all discussions and invitations.

Apart from his three meals a day and the essential exercises, which he did not neglect,

he spent the remaining time letting himself enter a subtle rest state to recover his energy.

Finally, Master Yuan Ci, who was between sleeping and waking, suddenly opened his eyes.

He, feeling a certain call, did not hesitate to choose to agree.

And so!

In the blink of an eye, Master Yuan Ci, who should have still been meditating in his bedroom, appeared on an Immortal Boat amidst a golden sea of clouds!

“Am I really flying in the air?”

“This is truly… an Immortal Boat!”

Master Yuan Ci got up excitedly and curiously looked all around.

He could feel the wind brushing against his cheeks, feel the Immortal Boat swiftly flying beneath his feet,

and could vaguely see towering floating mountains in the rolling sea of clouds under the sun.

And with a crisp cry, a Green Bird and an immortal crane flew past the side of the Immortal Boat.

Master Yuan Ci walked to the edge of the deck, when suddenly the Ghost Envoy who had notified him appeared behind him and stopped him:

“You don’t want to be blown off the Immortal Boat by a sudden gust of wind now, do you, mortal host?”

“A gust of wind?”

Upon hearing this, Master Yuan Ci hastily retreated to the middle of the deck and greeted the Ghost Envoy.

For the first time, Master Yuan Ci saw the lower half of the Ghost Envoy, which turned out to be a cluster of burning blue flames.

The Ghost Envoy was a Ghost that did not like to communicate.

So Master Yuan Ci closed his mouth, just continuously looking around, seemingly never growing tired of the sight.

With the help of the Formation, the Immortal Boat made circle after circle above the Cloud Sea.

Su Ping felt the time was about right, and with a thought,

the Immortal Boat began to descend slowly.

The mist ahead gradually cleared a bit.

Accompanying the sunlight piercing through the sea of clouds, a sudden circular halo shone down, illuminating the Floating Illusion Temple.

Everything was so sacred and majestic.

Amitabha!

Master Yuan Ci, standing on the landed deck of the Immortal Boat, looked at the lofty Floating Illusion Temple, and suddenly, losing his composure, he brought his palms together and bowed deeply, bursting into tears with his eyes closed:

“The Buddha is compassionate, allowing me to… behold the Tathagata.”