Everyone was silent.

They were all shocked by the formation when Xuan Jing arrived.

Hundreds of thousands of people recite scriptures and follow them.

How spectacular it is.

No one present had ever seen such a scene.

This is simply a demonstration.

After Xuan Jing bowed, he looked at Huikong and others opposite him.

Seeing Huikong and others looking at him with fear, Xuan Jing couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

He originally thought that Huikong and others should be excited and happy when they saw him.

But now it seems that I have thought it wrong.

Didn’t Huikong and the others be detained here by the Tianwu Dynasty?

"Nephew Huikong, why don't you return to the Western Buddhism?"

Xuan Jing asked.

Huikong bowed to Xuanjing.

"Uncle Master, we are voluntarily staying here and following the Holy Son to practice."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xuan Jing frowned immediately.

"Son of Holy Son? Have you found the Son of Holy Son?"

Huikong nodded and pointed to Ye Qingyun on the high platform.

"The Holy Son is on the stage."

Xuan Jing then looked at Ye Qingyun on the high platform.

But after looking at it, Xuan Jing couldn't see that there was a trace of Buddhism on Ye Qingyun.

There was not even a slight fluctuation in cultivation.

How could such an ordinary young man be a Buddhist saint who could lead Buddhism to glory?

Absolutely impossible.

"Huikong, you have been deceived. He is not the holy son of Buddhism."

Xuan Jing shook his head and said.

However, this sentence made Huikong and others angry.

"Uncle Xuanjing, I respect you, but you cannot offend the Holy Son!"

Huikong said with a serious face.

"You are right, you can't offend the Holy Son!"

"The Holy Son is my lifelong faith, and no one can be disrespected!"

"We swear to defend the Holy Son to the death!"

......

Huikong and others all glared at Xuanjing.

Even though they knew there was a considerable gap between them and Xuanjing.

But he is willing to fight against Xuan Jing for Ye Qingyun.

Ye Qingyun looked on the stage, his heart was speechless.

"These monks really regard me as their holy son. This misunderstanding is really too big."

"If I'm exposed later, these monks will not cut me to death?"

Ye Qingyun became a little worried.

Xuan Jing was even more shocked by the attitudes of Huikong and others.

You should know that monks such as Huikong are all very outstanding masters of the respective temples of Buddhists in the Western Region.

Each of them is a profound existence of the Dharma of the same generation.

Their will cannot be easily shaken.

But now.

But Huikong and the others wanted to be enemies with themselves for the sake of a so-called holy son?

Xuan Jingxin couldn't help but feel doubtful.

"Can this son understand the art of bewitching?"

At this time, Dongfang Su stood up.

"Master Xuanjing, aren't you here today just to reason about Buddhism? Now Ye Qingyun, the Buddhist master of the Tianwu Dynasty, is on this platform. I wonder if you dare to go up by Master?"

Buddhism master Ye Qingyun?

"How come this sounds like a big liar?"

Ye Qingyun looked strange and muttered to himself.

Xuan Jing smiled slightly.

"I am shallow in Buddhism and dare not speak nonsense about Buddha."

Dongfang Su: "Since the master is so humble, why not go back to the Western Region?"

Xuan Jing shook his head.

"But in order to awaken these monks from the Buddhist temple in the Western Region, I have no choice but to go to the stage to show off my ugly face."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xuan Jing lightly pointing under his feet.

A lotus appeared out of thin air.

Xuan Jing stepped on the lotus and rose steadily, all the way to the high platform.

Ye Qingyun was particularly envious when he saw Xuan Jing coming up like this.

He had been on stage before, but he climbed up the ladder.

My legs shook several times and almost fell off the air.

Others thought that Ye Qingyun was unwilling to show his magical powers, so he chose to go to the stage with a simple way of climbing a ladder.

"Donor, you're courteous."

Xuan Jing bowed to Ye Qingyun.

Ye Qingyun clasped his hands together: "Master is polite."

You are polite, you must be polite, you must have the etiquette you should have.

However, Xuan Jing suddenly started a strife.

"Donor, is it really the Holy Son of Buddhism?"

This is a very direct question.

If Ye Qingyun admits it, the next step is to start the true Buddhist theory.

If Ye Qingyun does not admit it, then Xuan Jing can be said that Ye Qingyun is fake, which will shake the lower part of Huikong and the others.

A hot monk!

Ye Qingyun scratched his head.

"Actually, I don't know either."

This answer is ambiguous.

Xuan Jing frowned slightly: "Don't the donor himself know?"

Ye Qingyun spread his hands: "I really don't know."

Xuan Jing smiled.

"Ke Huikong and others kept saying that you are the Holy Son of Buddhism."

Ye Qingyun: "What do you think?"

Xuan Jing was stunned.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qingyun would ask himself back.

"Donor, I'm asking you."

He reminded Ye Qingyun.

"I'm asking you too."
To be continued...