"A true Buddha? Is it the Buddha Fruit Position?"
The Red Bull pondered for a moment:
"In the Ling Mountain system, the one who once sat on the Celestial Position of the Great Belly Buddha seemed to be at the Celestial Venerate Fruit Position of the Fifth Realm of the Divine Path, but in the end, was refined into a medicinal fruit, leaving only a residual soul to descend to the world."
Zhang Fusheng remained silent for a moment, then brought his fingers together and lightly tapped on the bull's head, saying sternly:
"Do you think you know more than anyone else?"
With that tap, the Red Bull's brain matter splattered, leaving it dizzy.
It was extremely vexed:
"Weren't you the one asking me?"
Zhang Fusheng chuckled. He initially wanted to flaunt his holiness, or rather, flaunt holiness before the bull, by speaking some mysterious words,
but ended up being bluntly obstructed by this calf, leaving him displeased and his thoughts obstructed,
but how could that be acceptable?
