Everyone was silent.
They were all stunned by the battle formation when Xuanjing arrived.
One hundred thousand people chanted sutras and accompanied them.
How spectacular this is.
No one present had ever seen such a scene.
This is simply a demonstration.
After Xuanjing saluted, he looked at Huikong and others opposite.
Seeing Huikong and others looking at him with fearful eyes, Xuanjing couldn't help but be a little stunned.
He originally thought that Huikong and others would be excited and happy when they saw him.
But now it seems that I was wrong.
Could it be that Huikong and the others were not detained here by the Tianwu Dynasty?
"Senior Nephew Huikong, why don't you return to Buddhism in the West?"
Xuanjing asked.
Huikong bowed to Xuanjing.
"Uncle Master, we voluntarily stay here and follow the Holy Son to practice."
As soon as these words came out, Xuan Jing frowned immediately.
"Holy Son? Have you found the Holy Son?"
Huikong nodded and pointed at Ye Qingyun on the high platform.
"The Holy Son is on the stage."
Xuanjing then looked at Ye Qingyun on the high platform.
Just looking around, Xuanjing couldn't see the slightest trace of Buddhism in Ye Qingyun.
There wasn't even a slight fluctuation in cultivation level.
How could such an ordinary young man be the Buddhist saint who is rumored to be able to lead Buddhism to glory?
Absolutely impossible.
"Huikong, you have been deceived. He is not a holy son of Buddhism."
Xuan Jing shook his head and said.
Unexpectedly, these words directly made Huikong and others angry.
"Uncle Xuanjing, I respect you, but you cannot offend the Holy Son!"
Huikong said with a serious face.
"You're right, you can't offend the Holy Son!"
"The Holy Son is our lifelong belief, and we will never allow anyone to disrespect him!"
"We will defend the Holy Son to the death!"
Huikong and others all glared at Xuanjing.
Even though they knew there was a huge gap between them and Xuanjing.
But he is also willing to fight Xuan Jing for Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun watched on the stage, speechless in his heart.
"These monks really regard me as their holy son. This misunderstanding is really huge."
"If I reveal my secret later, these monks won't be able to hack me to death?"
Ye Qingyun became a little worried.
Xuanjing was even more shocked by the attitude of Huikong and others.
You must know that monks like Huikong are all very outstanding leaders in their respective temples in the Western Buddhism Sect.
Each of them is a profound Buddhist being among their peers.
Their will cannot be easily shaken.
But now.
Huikong and the others want to become their enemies for the sake of a so-called holy son?
Xuanjing couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.
"Could it be that this boy knows the art of bewitchment?"
At this time, Dongfang Su stood up.
"Master Xuanjing, aren't you here just to discuss Buddhism? My Buddhist master Ye Qingyun from the Tianwu Dynasty is here on this altar. Master, do you dare to go up?"
Buddhist master Ye Qingyun?
"How does this sound like a big liar?"
Ye Qingyun looked strange and murmured in his heart.
Xuanjing smiled slightly.
"Lao Na's Dharma is shallow and I dare not speak nonsense about Buddha."
Dongfang Su: "Since the master is so humble, why not just go back to the Western Region."
Xuanjing shook his head.
"But in order to awaken these monks in my Buddhist sect in the Western Region, I have no choice but to go on stage and show my shame."
Before he finished speaking, Xuan Jing's foot tapped lightly.
A lotus flower appeared out of thin air.
Xuanjing just stepped on the lotus and rose steadily, all the way to the high platform.
Ye Qingyun felt extremely envious when he saw Xuan Jing coming up like this.
When he came to the stage before, he climbed up a ladder.
The middle leg shook several times, and I almost missed the step and fell.
Others thought that Ye Qingyun did not want to show his supernatural powers, so he chose the simple method of climbing a ladder to get on stage.
"Donor, you are polite."
Xuanjing bowed to Ye Qingyun.
Ye Qingyun clasped his hands together: "Master, you are polite."
When others are polite, you should also be polite, and you should still have the proper etiquette.
Unexpectedly, Xuanjing suddenly became angry.
"Donor, is he really the holy son of Buddhism?"
This question is very direct.
If Ye Qingyun admits it, then he will definitely start a real Buddhist theory.
If Ye Qingyun doesn't admit it, then Xuanjing can completely say that Ye Qingyun is fake, which will shake Fang Huikong and the others.
A seasoned monk!
Ye Qingyun scratched his head.
"In fact, I do not know."
This answer is ambiguous.
Xuanjing frowned slightly: "Don't the donor himself know?"
Ye Qingyun spread his hands: "I really don't know."
Xuan Jing smiled.
To be continued...