51 Mudd Buddha (2/2)

Gorampa laughed awkwardly while rubbing the back of his head at being seen thru so easily by the Mudd Buddha.

”You guys have your task to complete. I now call this meeting to an end.” the Mudd Buddha had simply vanished before everyone's eyes, all that was left were his words hanging in the air.

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Nathan awoke with a start, he thought he heard someone calling his name. When he didn't hear anything after listening for a while, he figured it must have just been in his dream. When he lain his head back down he heard the sound of his name being called again. Now that he was awake he realized he didn't hear it with his ears but felt it with his soul. There was no way for Nathan to ignore this call. He quickly got dressed and left his home.

Nathan had no clue were he was headed, he just felt something pulling at him. Before he knew it Nathan was at Franklin Park in Boston. As he walked thru the park he saw a monk standing at a hotdog vendor. He walked up just in time to hear the monk ask the vendor to make him one with everything.

”That is literally the punchline to a joke.” Nathan said shaking his head, for some reason even though he looked much younger Nathan still recognized it was Gorampa.

”I recently discovered these things on my way here. They are amazing!” Gorampa said around mouthfuls.

”Sure if you say so…” Nathan could think of a hundred things he would rather eat then some hotdogs, ”Do you have any ideas what those things are made of?”

”Don't know, don't care. They make my taste buds happy, that's all I care about. Follow me, we need to find a more private place to talk.”

”We could have talked back at my house. Why did you drag me all the way out here anyway?” Nathan said a little perturbed.

”I don't know where your house is.” Gorampa simply said as he kept walking.

”Then how did you know I lived around here?” Nathan asked very confused.

They had reached a part of the park were no one else was around them.

”I didn't, this lead me to you.” Gorampa said as a scroll came flying out of his sleeve.

The scroll flew around Nathan's head before hovering in front of his face. Nathan instantly felt a call from this scroll. It felt like he was returning home. When he reached his hand out the scroll flew into it, suddenly a rush of information flooded Nathan's mind. It was similar to when Gorampa transferred the cultivation technique to him, this time it was much more detailed. This new technique felt warm and inviting, he felt a response from his body on a cellular level. Every inch of his body felt warm and relaxed. As his mind was assimilating the information his body was being purified at the same time. All of the pores on Nathan's body opened allowing a black tar like substance to be secreted from his body. The smell was absolutely horrible, so Gorampa waved his hand causing it to dry up and flake off Nathan's body, blowing away in the wind.

Nathan wasn't aware of any of that. All of the meridians in his body began to open as energy surged thru them. A bright yellowish-brown glow surrounded Nathan's body. Energy from the Earth's ley lines was being diverted into Nathan's body helping to further restructure his bones and muscles. When Nathan opened his eyes again his skin looked like marble.

The cultivation technique of Nathan's ancestors focused on the power of Earth. It allowed the user to channel earth power into their bodies to strengthen their attacks and defense. They could also manipulate the gravitational field around them help them fight. Nathan knew that all he had done was practice the introduction to this cultivation technique and he already had these benefits to his body.

”Your destiny has been chosen by the will of this world. You will become one of the Guardians chosen by the world itself. Your job will be to protect mankind from dangers not of this world. The first thing I need you to do is help find the other Guardians who will be your brothers in arms.” Gorampa's hand on Nathan's shoulder truly seemed to carry the weight of the world in it.