"Have you heard? That supreme Buddhist constitution, the Mystic Origin Buddha Body, was killed."
"I know. Ye Lin killed him."
"What a farce. Every time the Mystic Origin Buddha Body appeared, it signified the great flourishing of Buddhism. Who would've thought that this time, he died before I'd even heard of him?"
"Yeah. The first time I heard of the Mystic Origin Buddha Body was when he was already dead."
"I'm dying laughing. Buddhism isn't going to let this slide, are they?"
"Who knows."
Throughout the Eastern Region, cultivators everywhere were discussing this matter.
The Mystic Origin Buddha Body—the supreme constitution of Buddhism.
It had appeared only three times in all of history.
Each appearance had caused an enormous sensation, and in the end, its bearer had led Buddhism to revival once more.
Yet this time, the first news they heard of the Mystic Origin Buddha Body was news of his death.
The Mystic Origin Buddha Body had barely begun to shine before it died.
The whole thing was simply too absurd.
After hearing the news, many people simply could not hold it in anymore.
They absolutely could not hold it in.
Who could possibly hold it in?
At this moment, many cultivators were also speculating.
Now that the Mystic Origin Buddha Body had fallen, would Buddhism take the opportunity to seek trouble with Ye Lin?
They were looking forward to it.
The Mystic Origin Buddha Body—that had been Buddhism's hope.
If Buddhism could endure even this, then they truly would have nothing to say.
Even if you Buddhists could swallow it.
"Amitabha. As the saying goes, every grievance has its debtor and every debt has its owner. This debt absolutely cannot be written off so easily. I propose that we take Ye Lin's life."
"I agree as well."
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