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Gazing at the Buddhas lined up solemnly before him, Xie Que's heart couldn't help but feel ripples.

After all, what appeared before his eyes were almost all things Xie Que had never seen or heard of before.

But the rich fragrance and Buddha's light that permeate them all speak of their identities.

Just as he was thinking, a monk's gaze seemed to penetrate the mist surrounding Xie Que and caught some unusual aura from him.

He frowned slightly, and then with an almost intuitive sharpness, he took the initiative to ask Xie Que: "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, are you from the future time and space?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Que nodded slightly to show his affirmation without any hesitation or affectation.

This calmness comes from the unconcealable cosmic energy flowing through his body.

That is a unique mark from the future, which is enough to explain everything without further explanation.

When the monk saw this, an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes, as if he was touched by some deep expectation.

He spoke again, his tone more urgent and expectant: "So, fellow Daoist, do you have a unique skill involving time and cause and effect?"

Faced with this sudden inquiry, Xie Que felt a little hesitant, but finally decided to tell the truth.

He does possess such an extraordinary magical power, which is the "Future Immortality Palm".
This is an unparalleled skill taught by the future Buddha himself, and it contains the mysteries of time and space and the law of cause and effect.

It was with the help of this unique skill that Xie Que was able to glimpse the threshold of the great way of cause and effect and gradually gain understanding.

And it was precisely because of this that he was able to explore the principles of time when he was weak.

After careful consideration, Xie Que finally nodded slowly.

Seeing this, the monk and the people following him,
Uncontrollable anticipation appeared on their faces, and the monk immediately requested:

"Fellow Daoist, can you please allow us to have a glimpse of the wonders of that magical power?"

Faced with this sudden request, Xie Que couldn't help but feel a little alert.

He knew very well that this was not just a simple demonstration, but might involve a subtle dispute over the orthodoxy among the Buddhas.

The complexity and depth behind it are far beyond imagination.

Although he has reached the other side, in front of those giants who truly stand at the top of the long river of time,

He still felt insignificant and dared not slack off or be careless in the slightest.

Sensing Xie Que's hesitation and concerns, the monk comforted him in a gentle but firm tone:
"Fellow Daoist, please relax. We all come from the future, and we are all disciples of the future Buddha. We are here to help. Why should we be suspicious?"

"We all understand your concerns."

As soon as these words came out, Xie Que suddenly realized.

I didn’t expect that these guys are actually the team of the future Buddha.

I didn't know why I received the grace of the future Buddha in the past, but now I can explore the reason.

But he also kept his eyes on the matter, after all, what the other person said was not necessarily right.

After a brief silence, Xie Que finally spoke slowly, with a barely perceptible caution in his voice: "Since you are interested, I am naturally willing to demonstrate, but before that, I still have some doubts in my heart, and I hope to get answers."

The monk smiled gently upon hearing this.

He clasped his hands together and said in a gentle but firm tone: "If you have any questions, feel free to ask. We will answer them without hesitation."

Xie Que asked slowly, "How many years have passed since the catastrophe in the Earthly Immortal Realm?"

Upon hearing this, the monk slowly stretched out a palm, with five fingers slightly spread out, as if measuring the indescribable long time: "Since the collapse of the Earthly Immortal Realm, more than five million years have passed leisurely."

After hearing these words, Xie Que couldn't help but take a deep breath.
His chest rose and fell slightly, revealing his disbelief.

He had never expected that he had unconsciously crossed such a long gap in time.
From the present world he was familiar with, he jumped to an era nearly a million years later.

What is even more incredible is that this is not a journey back in time, but a journey forward in time.

Instead, it pushed him into the future, the world more than a million years later!

He recalled being swept into that lonely island in the long river of time, and being washed away in the disordered turbulence of time.

I never thought that all this would be the road to the future.

At this moment, Xie Que felt mixed emotions, as he realized that his previous words might have caused misunderstanding.

I originally thought that I was a traveler from the future, but unexpectedly I was a visitor from the past.

This sudden change of identity made him feel uneasy.

They were afraid that once the truth came to light, it would arouse the hostility of these monks and might even lead to repression.

Therefore, he chose to remain silent, burying this shock and anxiety deep in his heart.

At the same time, he was also secretly thinking about how to find clues that could answer his questions in the strange future world.

Gazing at the 81 dazzling and golden pagodas before my eyes,
Xie Que pondered in his heart and decided to act modestly and cautiously.
After all, none of these monks are weak, so it is best to remain respectful.

Noticing Xie Que's silence, the monks around him also chose to remain silent.
They waited quietly with indescribable patience, as if time had slowed down especially at this moment.

Finally, when Xie Que slowly raised his arm, that subtle movement instantly attracted the attention of all the monks.

Xie Que lightly clenched his fist, and it seemed as if some kind of power in his body was instantly stimulated. Accompanied by a deafening roar, the entire space trembled.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Que's figure suddenly disappeared in front of everyone, as if he had merged into the void.

It was just a blink of an eye. When everyone looked carefully again,
Xie Que had already appeared outside the eighty-one pagodas.

This move is not comparable to the ordinary space transfer technique.
Instead, Xie Que used the method of traveling back in time and space in the Palm of Future Immortality.

This move seems simple, and any person on the other side can perform it.
Although this move is related to time, it has no effect on the long river of time.
This is exactly the peculiarity of the Future Immortality Palm, and also the reason why Xie Que was able to perform it a long time ago.

The next moment, all the Buddhas who had been standing in silence suddenly knelt down on the ground.
Their voices merged into a torrent, resounding through the sky: "Welcome back, the Buddha!"

At that moment, Xie Que's thoughts seemed to be swept by a storm of doubts, and he fell into a brief confusion.

"Son of Buddha?" The title echoed in his ears.

He couldn't help but feel a wave of emotions in his heart, and he pondered secretly,

Buddha's son? Who? Me?
He is indeed a Buddha, but he is only a Buddha in the past.

Moreover, this identity has long disappeared with the disappearance of the current wheel of reincarnation, so how can one be called a disciple of Buddha?
Looking around, the eighty-one majestic and majestic Buddhas stand tall, each of them exuding a majestic aura that is no less than the realm of the other shore.

Xie Que knew very well that if any one of these beings took action, the old Wheel of Time would be reduced to ashes.

Even if the two leaders of the ancient Lunzhuan Dao and the Yellow-browed Buddha joined forces, they might not be able to compete with him. Not to mention, among this group of masters, at least ten of them have auras approaching the other side.

He could cross that threshold at any time and become a truly supreme powerful being.

Even on the real other side, there are three or five people standing there.

Faced with this situation, Xie Que remained silent.

The monk saw this and gently stood up: "Buddha, have you forgotten your past memories?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Que nodded quickly and said in a low voice: "Yes, I really can't remember..."

Surrounded by many powerful people, Xie Que thought carefully and finally decided to confirm his identity first.

This decision was not made lightly, but was made to avoid unnecessary conflict.

At the same time, if he could bring these guys under his command, he would undoubtedly become one of the most powerful leaders in the Void Realm.

Under this assumption, as long as those who have reached the highest state, the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, the Dao Fruit condensing, or even the transcendental gods and Buddhas do not personally intervene,
Xie Que is confident that no matter where he is, he can move freely and unhindered.

At this moment, the monk made a remarkable move.

He gently took off the colorful robe that seemed to contain all the mysteries of the world.

In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of stars were shining on the robe at the same time, and the light of tens of millions of stars condensed into a dazzling force, illuminating everything around.

However, this shocking scene was fleeting, the light quickly faded, and everything returned to calm.

Then, the monk held the cassock respectfully in both hands and slowly handed it to Xie Que, saying earnestly: "I ask you, the Buddhist son, to inherit this orthodox position and lead us to the prosperity of Buddhism."

This was somewhat unexpected. Xie Que took a deep breath and asked, "What exactly does this so-called orthodoxy mean?"

There was a hint of caution and vigilance in his words.

After all, there may be some hidden conspiracy behind such a major decision.

Or maybe, all of this was a carefully planned plan by some master.

In Xie Que's mind, Luo Hou's figure passed by like a ghost.
It left an indelible shadow, which made him feel inexplicably depressed.

At this time, the monk slowly raised his head and looked directly at Xie Que: "Of course, you are referring to the orthodox way passed down from my Wuyin Temple."

"Wuyin Temple?" These three words echoed in Xie Que's mind, but it was blank.
There was no trace of this name in the memory bank of anyone he knew.

This feeling of strangeness made him frown.

He carefully sensed the surging power of cosmic light in the body of the monk in front of him. It was a vastness that surpassed the ordinary realm of the other side, as if the entire river of time was contained in it.

Xie Que knew that the other party had not only reached the other side,
It is even more likely that one of the flowers on the other side of the river has already bloomed, and its strength is simply unfathomable.

In front of such a strong man, even Xie Que, who had just arrived on the other side and had a strong physique, had to admit his insignificance.

He knew very well that if the other party really had some plan, it would be difficult for him to escape unscathed from the siege of these eighty-one masters.

Although his physical body was extremely strong, in front of these powerful beings from the other side who could directly attack the soul, the sheer strength of his physical body seemed insignificant.

After all, once you step into the supreme realm of the other shore, the variables in the fight become endless, and all kinds of mysterious and unpredictable means emerge in an endless stream.

In higher-level competitions, physical strength alone is no longer enough to support the overall situation.

Xie Que asked with a hint of confusion and curiosity: "Wuyin Temple?"

The monk's eyes showed some solemnity when he heard this, and he explained: "Wuyin Temple is the most respected and oldest Buddhist holy place in the Maha Realm."

“This place is not only the center of Buddhism in the world, but also a holy place in the hearts of countless believers in the Maha Realm.”

"As for the Maha Realm..." The monk paused for a moment, as if organizing his words to better explain this huge concept.
"It did not come into being out of thin air. Instead, it was created by a great being in ancient times, the Zen Martial King Buddha, who used his supreme divine power to fuse the essence of countless broken worlds and carefully forged a whole new world."

“This is not only the beginning of a new era, but also the cradle of countless legends and dreams.”

"The Maha Realm is divided into two realms, the upper and lower realms. The upper realm is the pure land that believers yearn for.
It is inhabited by great monks and believers with pure hearts and accomplished practices.
They practice and attain enlightenment here, pursuing higher levels of Buddhist truth.

The underworld is where the dead souls rest and reincarnate."

and many more?

The ancient Zen King Buddha?

Xie Que felt that his ability to receive information needed some improvement, and his brain was about to shut down.

There was no need to guess what the name of Zen Wu Wang Buddha was. As soon as Xie Que heard it, he knew it must be referring to himself.

He was once known as the Zen and Martial Arts Buddha Emperor, but he never expected that in the future he would become the Zen and Martial Arts King Buddha.

"Zen Wu Wang Buddha..." Xie Que muttered to himself, his heart in turmoil and a myriad of thoughts.

At this moment, Xie Que's heart couldn't help but be filled with ripples.

He felt unprecedentedly lost and confused about himself in the current timeline.

He tried to find clues in the fragments of memory, but it was like looking for a needle in the ocean, he had no idea.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that this so-called Maha Realm should be created by integrating his own cave world with the underworld.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and then asked in a deep voice:
"So, what about Zen Wu Wang Buddha?"

The monk blinked slightly when he heard this: "The Zen Martial King Buddha, he... has fallen."

These words instantly struck Xie Que like a bolt from the blue.

He didn't believe that, given his talent and growth rate, he could still fall.

Not to mention the long time of more than one million years, even if he was given ten thousand years, he had the confidence that he could gather the Three Flowers at the Top of the Head and condense the Dao Fruit.

Shocked, Xie Que quickly asked, "Then how did he die?"

The monk said, "Zen Wu Wang Buddha? Of course he fell to his own inner demons."

"But that was a million years ago."

Heart demon? Xie Que glanced at the black entry "Heart demon source" on the death judgment scroll and felt that the other party was just teasing him.

I have now inherited the fate of Ketu star, and I am the ancestor of inner demons.

Could it be that the ancestor of the inner demons would fall to the inner demons? (End of this chapter)