Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 59 - 56 Poor Eyesight

Daoist Collection?

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Very quickly, Ji Jingqiu got the answer from Li Buyi.

Daoist Collection referred to the inheritance of martial arts schools.

Decades ago, a mysterious rumor swept through the Federation, claiming that there was a Daoist Collection left behind by Marshal Ji on East Three Bright Star.

Although this rumor was soon confirmed to be false, the upper echelons of the Supreme True Buddha Sect seemed to have different views, and in recent years had been laying out plans on East Three Bright Star.

Ji Jingqiu shook his head, feeling it was a bit outrageous.

If it really was something left by Marshal Ji, how could others get a turn? Did they think the Ji Family was idle?

What he wanted to know now was how to get the spiritual technique of the [Fire House Buddha Hell Visualization Map] and the accompanying body skill cultivation techniques from the Supreme True Buddha Sect.

After becoming familiar with the Spiritual Network of the Supreme True Buddha Sect, Ji Jingqiu prepared to leave.

*His goal for the day had been achieved, plus he had gained an internal piece of information, though unfortunately, not a list of traitors.*

The Heart Fire above his head burst forth, and the Bodhi Tree sprouted branches and leaves, seeming to take root in this Buddha Country, treating it as nourishment.

During the waiting period,

Ji Jingqiu gazed at the pure white Buddha, who was sitting quietly with closed eyes, and felt like his eyesight had been deteriorating lately. In a haze, he saw himself sitting there instead.

After returning to the Pure Land World,

Ji Jingqiu began to contemplate the "secret" mission for the next day.

There were traitors within the Security Bureau, so information could not be shared, and more importantly, he couldn't explain where the information came from.

However, Master Yang said earlier that this mission was to be assisted by the Security Bureau and the Order Office, meaning it was primarily under his direction, so there was room for maneuver.

He just needed to find an excuse and act in advance.

The next day,

a rough and sturdy figure appeared at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall, taking Ji Jingqiu and Yang Yao away.

It was none other than their acquaintance, Zhang Xingyi, Zhang Xingshan's second brother.

"The Security Bureau? They're busy cleaning up their own mess right now," Zhang Xingyi maliciously remarked at the mention of the Security Bureau.

"Let me first brief you on the situation."

Zhang Xingyi picked up a terminal and tossed it to the two of them behind him.

As a light screen rose, it displayed a man with a fierce expression, muscular arms bulging, and especially thick pectoral muscles, exuding a strong sense of power.

Before Zhang Xingyi could speak, Yang Yao pointed at the man's fingers on the light screen and said to Ji Jingqiu,

"Look, this man's fingers have large knuckles, so he's undoubtedly skilled in close-quarters grappling. When you fight such a person, you must be on guard when close.

Also, do you see the markings on his arms? These aren't tattoos; they're implants. He's a martial artist who has given up on the future to pursue immediate combat power."

Ji Jingqiu kept nodding; such details were purely based on experience.

From the driver's seat, Zhang Xingyi said, "That's right; this man is called Cheng Yan. He's the leader of a new emerging gang in the lower ranks. He created a lower-rank Cultivation Body a few years ago, then implanted implants, making him extremely formidable. Last time, he killed one True Seed Martial Artist accompanying the Security Bureau and severely injured another."

Yang Yao's gaze was piercing, "The implants in this man aren't ordinary; whether the gang leader has the funds is another matter, but the problematic aspect is the channel. It's highly likely that some power is supporting him from behind. Ordinary Divine Travel Warriors may not be able to take him down quickly."

"Do you have confidence?" Zhang Xingyi asked seriously, "This rescue mission, this person is a significant problem, and we don't have any Divine Travel Warriors to assist us now."

Yang Yao said, "What about your deputy minister?"

"Both our deputy ministers and those at the Security Bureau have been barred from participating in this secret mission. The last escort mission failed, and City Hall suspects it was a deputy minister-level leak."

Yang Yao wasn't surprised.

During the last Martial Arts Association attack, he and his master had suspected that there were traitors among the deputy ministers in various departments of Taian City.

"Then leave this person to me," Yang Yao glared at the light screen and said slowly, "There shouldn't be any trouble."

Zhang Xingyi grinned and said, "Your Martial Arts Hall lineage is known for humility. If you're saying that, then certainly there won't be a problem."

Yang Yao smiled slightly.

"Besides Cheng Yan, there are no terribly troublesome martial artists."

"The main difficulty of this task lies in ensuring the girl's safety, so we can't employ large amounts of firearms."

"Having martial artists stealthily rescue her is the safest route. Once you've found the person, message us, and we'll launch a full assault to support you."

Yang Yao raised an eyebrow and said, "You're not going in with me?"

Zhang Xingyi's rugged face showed a hint of embarrassment as he said, "This time, I am the overall commander; I can't step onto the field."

Yang Yao was astonished, "Wow, you're the overall commander of this operation? You're getting promoted, huh."

Zhang Xingyi immediately beamed, "It was Secretary Zhang's suggestion for me to be the overall commander, and I owe it to Jingqiu! It's all thanks to him, still from last time's matter!"

After going through the data and the action plan, Ji Jingqiu suddenly spoke, "Second brother, why start the operation at eight in the evening?"

"Why, do you think the timing isn't appropriate?"

Ji Jingqiu said seriously, "Move it forward. If we have a traitor internally, then this mission has likely already been leaked."

Zhang Xingyi pondered, "We've maintained surveillance on them, and we haven't noticed any signs of them moving. But... since Jingqiu suggests moving forward, then forward it shall be. You're my lucky charm!"

Ji Jingqiu said, "We'll act at five!"

"Alright!"

...

...

Lower Rank.

Inside a dilapidated house, the wooden stairs creaked ominously with each step.

"Boss, the woman has been knocked unconscious per your orders, won't wake up for two days."

Listening to the report from a subordinate, Cheng Yan nodded silently, polishing the Finger Tiger in his hand. The light of the oil lamp flickered on his rugged and sharp side profile, with shadows playing across his face, making his gaze profound and piercing.

"Boss... should we change places?" The subordinate wavered uneasily, "I keep feeling like we're being watched here."

Cheng Yan glanced at the time, his voice hoarse as he said, "If no one comes to retrieve the delivery by six, we'll move."

"Understood." The subordinate acknowledged but did not leave.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Yan looked up and gave him a slight frown.

"Boss... won't we have a way out, having offended the Order Office and the Security Bureau this time?"

Cheng Yan didn't answer, slightly tilting his head, sinking into a prolonged silence in the shadow of the light.

"We probably won't have." After a long time, he said expressionlessly.

"Oh." The subordinate pursed his lips, "No worries, boss. We don't regret following you. Having made it this far, it's been worth it in this life!"

The man turned, gun in hand, to leave.

Cheng Yan's taut face twitched slightly.

He sat in the shadows, his gaze darker than the shadow itself.

*Some things had their price marked from the beginning. From the moment he chose to accept that contract years ago, today's outcome had already been sealed.*

*Getting away from this dump with his sister, to see the sky and sun outside, his death was actually not much of a loss.*

*Too bad for the brothers who followed him.*

*But to be honest, none of them died unjustly.*

His lips curled slightly, almost a smile, almost a sneer, quietly awaiting his fate.