"Little Monk, do you recognize this?"
Ling Yun's tone, brimming with the sound of Buddha, shook the small world as he sat cross-legged in mid-air, eighty-one halos of Buddha glowing behind him!
Putuo Temple possessed a Buddha, yet it was merely a statue, nothing more than a belief. Any similar manifestations were just martial arts or Buddhist dharma, leaving Master Xuan Kong entirely unable to distinguish between the real and the fake. Was this not too absurd?
"Buddha? Buddha? Impossible, this old monk does not believe it!" His words were fierce, yet in his heart he already believed it ninety percent, maintaining merely a stubborn attitude.
"What, can this Emperor not be Buddha? Is your Buddhist dharma not profound? Speak up, then."
Buddha was deception, dharma was debate; deceive all people under heaven and you were Buddha, debate all people under heaven and you obtained the dharma!
Ling Yun's Buddha sound had already occupied Master Xuan Kong's inner mind, forcing him to believe. Such orthodox Buddha sound was something not a single person in Putuo Temple could achieve—what a supreme irony.
"No, no, this must be your illusion, break!"
The more Master Xuan Kong thought about it, the more absurd it felt, so he began to firmly believe it was not real.
Putuo Temple had studied ancient times for many years; ever since the destruction of the ancient era, true Buddhas no longer existed in the Twelve Domains.
Yet!
The Ling Yun before him, as the Supreme Emperor Lord, how could he possibly be a Buddha? How could he possibly possess an aura of absolute righteousness and attain the Buddha position!
Following Master Xuan Kong's empty-handed cleaving martial art, visible ripples in the air surged toward the towering Ling Yun, launching a fierce assault.
Ling Yun furrowed his brows and