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At this moment, there are already countless prominent figures who have surpassed the divine realm, and all of them have focused their attention on the Buddha's son who is the focus of everyone's attention.

They knew that this event not only carried the fate of the future of the Maha world,

It is also closely related to every strong person in the Maha Realm and no slackness is allowed.

Although this matter is of great importance, those who are fortunate enough to participate in this grand ceremony at Wuyin Temple,

But it is limited to those great celestial monarchs who stand at the pinnacle of the Maha Realm, and a few highly respected gods on the other side.

They are undoubtedly the most dazzling existence in this world.

At this moment, Xie Que was sitting on a cushion at the top of Wuyin Mountain, and in front of him was a vast sea of ​​clouds that was rolling endlessly.

The top of the Wuyin Mountain was once the holy place where the Yellow-browed Buddha preached and taught, and it is also the most sacred place in the entire Maha Realm.

Except for the old Buddha who has disappeared for nearly 300,000 years, and him who is now a Buddhist disciple,
No one is qualified to sit on this cushion that symbolizes status anymore.

As time slowly passed, soon dozens of figures appeared here like shooting stars across the sky.

They either walked up the mountain or flew up, and then sat down safely on their respective cushions according to the predetermined order.

Their arrival undoubtedly added more solemnity to this Dharma Assembly.
It also indicates that the Maha world is about to usher in an unprecedented transformation and baptism.

Xie Que's eyes were tightly closed, and he seemed unaware of the movements in the outside world.

This doesn't mean he is unaware of his surroundings.

On the contrary, he had already captured the powerful auras of many Heavenly Monarchs.
Many of the powers contained in these auras are beyond his current strength.

Their arrival seemed to cause the long river of time here to sway and vibrate.
He could clearly feel that these strong men not only had profound Taoist cultivation, but also had vigorous Qi and blood.

Among them there are many people with qi and blood strength, which is even not inferior to his.

"It seems that in this world one million years from now, I am no longer the number one in martial arts..."

A sense of emotion welled up in Xie Que's heart, but this emotion was not mixed with any disappointment or frustration.

On the contrary, he was sincerely pleased with the change because it was exactly what he expected to see.

As time went by, the more than one hundred cushions below were gradually filled with powerful people.

When the last strong man was seated safely, Guan Qi, who was sitting in the first seat below Xie Que, finally spoke to break the silence:

"My fellow Taoists, now that we are all here, let's all pay our respects to His Highness together."

After he finished speaking, the scene fell into a strange silence.

Except for the monks of Wuyin Temple, no one moved.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Guan Qi, as if waiting for his next instruction.

Facing everyone's gaze, Guan Qi appeared unusually calm and was not moved at all.

Under his guidance, all the Buddhas in Wuyin Temple changed from their original sitting postures.
They changed to kneeling in reverent worship, and all of them kowtowed three times towards Xie Que at the highest point. Every movement revealed their respect for the Buddha.

After completing this series of rituals, Guan Qi remained calm.
He sat back on his cushion easily, without any dissatisfaction on his face, as if all this was the most natural thing.

Sitting next to Guan Qi was a young monk.

He was wearing a black monk's robe, with hair hanging down on his shoulders. He had a delicate face and looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old.
There was a star-like light twinkling between his eyebrows, which was unforgettable at first sight.

At this moment, a faint smile appeared on the face of the young monk.

He whispered, "It's really like that..."

Those words seemed to contain endless emotions and memories.

Then, he turned to look at Xie Que and asked:
"Your Highness, has anyone ever mentioned what you look like before?"

Xie Que's consciousness swept across the face of the person in front of him. With just one glance, he recognized that this person was the son of destiny of the Little North Sea Realm, who he had paid attention to in the past.
That is the now famous head of Tianyuan Mountain, Jerry Yang, also known as the Lord of Seeking the Tao.

Facing Yang Zhiyuan's question, Xie Que just shook his head lightly and replied calmly: "No one has ever mentioned what I look like."

A meaningful smile appeared on Yang Zhiyuan's lips, and he said slowly:

“Do you know that a million years ago, there was a Zen Martial Buddha Emperor who was at the peak of his powers. Although he had only cultivated for a few hundred years, he was able to kill the Heavenly Sovereign with his own hands and was feared by all.

And you look quite similar to him."

Having said that, Jerry Yang's eyes began to wander around and finally fixed on Guan Qi.

There was an unquestionable tone in his voice:
"Perhaps some of you who are here have never seen the legendary Buddha Emperor. But you, Guan Qi, must have seen him, right?"

Xie Que could clearly feel that Jerry Yang's tone was full of aggressiveness.

Judging from the series of events that have just happened, it seems that apart from the monks of Wuyin Temple, no one truly recognizes his identity as a Buddhist.

This subtle atmosphere caused a wave of emotion in Xie Que's heart.
It seems... the situation in the Maha Realm is much worse than what I see.

But he still remained calm and composed, quietly waiting for further developments.

Guan Qi's face darkened instantly, and he said coldly: "What do you mean by this?"

Yang Zhiyuan chuckled, with a nonchalant look on his face, as if everything was under his control:
"My point is very simple. Of course, you can't just pick someone and say he is a Buddhist just based on your words, and then he will really become a Buddhist."

"Even if he looks a bit like the legendary Buddha Emperor, so what? Similarity doesn't mean anything, and it certainly doesn't prove that he is a true Buddha."

At the same time, other Heavenly Lords also began to attack Guan Qi, their tone full of dissatisfaction and doubt:
"Guan Qi, you are using the name of the old Buddha to randomly find someone and say he is a disciple of Buddha, and you want all of us to bow down to him? This is too much of a joke!"

"The position of Buddha's son is so honorable. This is not just the business of your Wuyin Temple. You know, we should discuss and examine it first, and then decide who will be the Buddha's son!"

"Guan Qi, Wuyin Temple not only represents the face of the entire Maha world, but also represents our future. If you find the wrong person, how can we let you off easily? Can you bear this responsibility?"

"Guan Qi, what made you choose this Buddha? Was it because he looked like the former Buddha Emperor that touched your heart?
Do you want me to create a Buddha King for you and see if you will recognize me as a Buddha so easily?"

"You, Wuyin Temple, act so casually. Have you found someone who can make us bow down to you? This is too absurd!"

"Guan Qi, do you know what the Dharma of the future is, and what a true Buddha is? If you can't even figure these out, how can you be sure that the person you are looking for is a true Buddha?"

As a series of sharp questions like an interrogation were thrown out from the mouths of the Heavenly Lords, Guan Qi seemed to be out of the matter and still sat calmly.
There was no fluctuation in his expression, as if these doubts had no effect on him at all.

Xie Que, who was sitting at the side, listened to these words silently. He constantly extracted the key points from these complicated information, and gradually understood the embarrassing situation that Wuyin Temple was in now.

Although the number of top powerhouses in Wuyin Temple is still the largest among many forces, they seem a little overwhelmed when facing the alliance of so many forces of the same level.

After all, with nearly a million years of development, the Maha Realm, which has integrated thousands of fragments of the Earthly Immortal Realm, is filled with powerful people.
The number of people in the other shore realm alone is no less than four digits, and there are dozens of powerful people at the level of Heavenly Monarch.

Xie Que was very clear in his mind and realized why these forces were unhappy about the Wuyin Temple dominating them.

Now, they have found an excuse to show off their power by using the excuse of being Buddhists, and want to pull Wuyin Temple down from its high altar.

In this process, they seemed to have completely ignored the existence of Xie Que, the Buddhist disciple, and concentrated all the conflicts and focus on Guan Qi and Wuyin Temple.

Moreover, the number of Heavenly Kings from the other shore gathered here today actually reached more than thirty.

Among these Heavenly Lords, there are several who have already condensed one of the three flowers.

, their strength is unfathomable, so naturally they would not take Xie Que, who seemed to have just made the initial advancement, seriously.

After the Heavenly Kings had expressed their opinions one after another and poured out all the words they wanted to say,

Guan Qicai spoke slowly, his voice steady and powerful:
"Since you all think that Wuyin Temple is too casual in handling Buddhist matters, and that I, Guan, am also too casual in my actions,

Then, please speak freely and tell us how the position of the Buddha's son should be determined. "

Guan Qi's words revealed a calm demeanor, as if he was ready to deal with everything.

Yang Zhiyuan, who was standing by, sneered, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "The old Buddha is in charge of the future heart seal, so the position of the Buddha's son should of course be decided by the old Buddha himself."

When Xie Que heard this, he immediately understood Yang Zhiyuan's intention.

He knew that Jerry Yang was here simply to cause trouble.

After all, the Yellow-browed Buddha has disappeared for nearly 300,000 years, and there has been no news for such a long time. It is unknown whether he is still alive.

Asking the Buddha to decide the position of the Buddha's disciples is nothing but a foolish dream.

At this moment, Xie Que finally broke the silence, his voice clear and firm: "Tianjun Qiudao, I have something to say."

Jerry Yang was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that this "Buddha's son" sitting on the stage would actually dare to speak to him.

You know, in the Maha world, Jerry Yang is very famous, and few people dare to talk to him directly like this.

He turned around, his expression still calm, and asked calmly: "What do you think, Your Highness?"

Xie Que just smiled and said, "Since you say that I am a fake Buddhist, what evidence do you have to prove it?
We can't just jump to conclusions based on your one-sided statement, right?"

Yang Zhiyuan's brows frowned instantly. He didn't expect Xie Que to ask such a question.

Ever since the old Buddha and the two religious leaders disappeared, no one in the Maha Realm dared to speak to him like this.

This made him feel a little surprised and a little unhappy.

But even if he was unhappy, he would not just take action.

After all, this is Wuyin Temple, and he must exercise a certain degree of restraint.

So he calmed down and said:

“Since even the mighty dragon-elephant Buddha has acknowledged your identity, I naturally dare not say that Your Highness the Buddha’s Son is fake.

I am just a little confused as to why Guan Qi was so hasty and made a hasty decision without even discussing it with us."

Xie Que suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Yang Zhiyuan with a sharp gaze:
"Since you doubt him, don't you also doubt me?"

At this moment, Jerry Yang suddenly felt an inexplicably familiar yet distant breath.

This breath seemed to travel through time and space, bringing him back to more than a million years ago.

At that time, he was just an insignificant junior in the sixth realm in the Martial Arts Pavilion. Facing the almighty Buddha Emperor, his heart was filled with awe and longing.

And at this moment, facing Xie Que, he felt that familiar feeling again, as if the shadow of the Buddha was looming on Xie Que's body.

However, in a moment, Jerry Yang broke free from this feeling.

He suddenly thought it was impossible. After all, he knew that even if the former Buddha Emperor came in person, so what?

Today, he is already a top-notch Heavenly Monarch of the Other Shore, and has even condensed the existence of the Flower of Dharma.

The strength is no longer comparable to the past.

Even if the former Buddha himself came, he might not be able to defeat him.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhiyuan's eyes became firm again, and he immediately said:

"Yes, I doubt you. You have no solid evidence to prove that you are a Buddhist, and it is difficult to get personal proof from the old Buddha.

In this case, even if I say you are fake, what does it matter?"

At this moment, a familiar voice quietly entered Xie Que's ears, with a sharp edge that could not be ignored:
"Yang Zhiyuan, even though you are very powerful, you cannot be omnipotent in this vast Maha Realm, right?"

Xie Que looked up when he heard the voice, his eyes passed through the crowd and finally stopped on the figure in the last row.

The Takeshi Kurokawa at this moment was completely different from the Asuka Sword Master with his sharp edge and sword intent in the past.

His temperament is extremely introverted, like a deep pool of water, making it difficult to see into its bottom.

The once unstoppable sword intent no longer had any trace left.

He was dressed simply, just like the hardworking farmers in Yingzhou.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhiyuan sneered, and his voice revealed a bit of disdain:
"Kurokawa Takeshi, I respect you enough to call you the Asuka Sword Saint. But don't forget, you are not from the Ten Sects, so what qualifications do you have to speak here?
Just because you are a disciple of the Buddha Emperor's incarnation, do you think you can be on equal footing with us?"

As Yang Zhiyuan finished his words, several other Heavenly Lords also joined the debate.

Xie Que keenly noticed that among these more than 30 Heavenly Sovereigns, some were clearly targeting him, and their words were full of doubt.

However, what made Xie Que feel gratified was that there were also some people who stood firmly by Wuyin Temple, speaking up for him and defending him.

It seems that the bad guy has already jumped out! (End of this chapter)