Chapter 870: The Demon Buddha's Methods 1
Chapter 870 Chapter 868: The Demon Buddha’s Methods 1 (1/3)
Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“Haha.”
Looking at Lin Feng kneeling before him, the Demon Buddha could not help but laugh aloud, muttering to himself.
“Bu has wandered for half his life, never meeting a wise lord. If you do not abandon me, Bu is willing to bow and acknowledge you as his adoptive father.”
“Tsk, just as expected of someone surnamed Lin.”
“Even at the brink of death, you still dare to play these little tricks before this old monk.”
“Did you think this old monk could not understand?”
Lin Feng’s pupils contracted, and he was greatly alarmed.
In the next instant, the Demon Buddha had already seized him by the neck and lifted him up.
The Demon Buddha’s eyes were wild, and he looked at Lin Feng with a ferocious expression, saying coldly.
“Put away those little schemes you should not have. Though my Buddha is compassionate, he also has thunderous means.”
“This old monk can save you, and can just as easily kill you.”
“Cough, cough.”
Lin Feng coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. Thrown to the ground by the Demon Buddha, countless thoughts flickered through his mind. In the end, he forced a smile and knelt before the Demon Buddha. “My Buddha is compassionate. Please, my Buddha, forgive this boy’s arrogance.”
“Grant me the Buddhist Dharma, relieve my suffering.”
“Hmph, you are at least somewhat clever. Rise. My Buddha is compassionate. As long as you are willing to lay down your butcher’s knife and turn back from the shore, then naturally there is also the chance to become a Buddha on the spot.”
After giving Lin Feng a slight warning, the Demon Buddha did not want to push him too far. His tone softened, and he extended a hand.
With a gentle point, like a razor, he shaved away the three thousand strands of worry from Lin Feng’s head.
“Today this old monk will shave your head for you. For now, I will take you as a nominal disciple. As for your dharma name, let it be Wukong.”
The Demon Buddha’s tone was indifferent. His fingertip, like incense, pressed the ordination scars onto Lin Feng’s smooth, shining bald head.
Lin Feng felt the pain, but only endured it, not moving in the slightest. Hearing that the Demon Buddha was willing to take him as a nominal disciple and had even given him a dharma name, Wukong.
Lin Feng’s heart could not help but stir. He wondered whether the Demon Buddha giving him the dharma name Wukong was a coincidence or intentional.
“No need to doubt.”
“Today this old monk gives you the dharma name Wukong, naturally in the hope that you can be like that Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, whom you know of.”
“Havoc in Heaven!”
At this point, the Demon Buddha laughed wildly. Under Lin Feng’s shocked gaze, he continued.
“This old monk can promise you: when the day comes that you shatter the Lingxiao Palace here, that will be the time you become the Victorious Fighting Buddha of my Buddhist order.”
“You must work hard. Do not disappoint this old monk.”