At the foot of Cloud-Drifting Mountain, Emperor Dominic Su had already arranged for people to build a high platform for the Dharma debate.
Monk Hugo and the other monks also seemed to know what was going to happen.
For Hugo and the others, their mood at this moment was still somewhat complicated.
Because they themselves were monks from the West Realm, each originating from different temples.
Now, because they received enlightenment from Quinn Ye, they chose to stay here and follow Quinn Ye to cultivate.
But now.
Just because they were unwilling to return to West Realm Buddhism, it resulted in Buddhism sending people here.
Hugo and the others didn't want to see this happen, but they couldn't go against their own inner hearts either.
Compared to returning to West Realm Buddhism, they hoped even more to be able to follow Quinn Ye.
Without complaint or regret.
Even if their bodies were smashed to pieces.
They would not hesitate.
Hugo and the others gathered together and went directly to the mountain peak.
"Holy Son, we have already decided, no matter what, we will stand firmly by your side."
"That's right, we follow the Holy Son without complaint or regret. West Realm Buddhism cannot shake us no matter what."
"In this Dharma debate, we believe the Holy Son can defeat West Realm Buddhism."
...
Looking at these monks in front of him who were full of confidence in him, Quinn Ye truly didn't know what to say.
Why do you guys have so much confidence in me?
I truly don't have a single bit of confidence.
"Forget it, just go do whatever you need to do, stop bothering me," Quinn Ye waved his hand and said.
Hearing this, the monks were startled at first.
Immediately after, a bit of comprehension surfaced on their faces.
"The Holy Son is telling us to keep our minds as tranquil as still water!"
"As Buddhist monks, our state of mind is the most important thing. Under such pressure, the Holy Son is still so indifferent; we are far inferior."
"The Holy Son is truly worthy of being the Holy Son, not forgetting to enlighten us even at this moment."
...
Quinn Ye: "???"
I'm annoyed as hell right now, and you think I'm enlightening you?
Enlighten your grandma's leg.
All of you, get lost!
After driving Hugo and the others away, Quinn Ye paced back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
He truly couldn't calm his mind down.
"Debating Dharma, debating Dharma, how am I supposed to debate?"
Quinn Ye scratched his ears and cheeks, thinking of countermeasures in his heart.
"Master, stop pacing, it's making me dizzy," Finn Guo said somewhat helplessly.
Quinn Ye suddenly looked at Finn Guo.
"Disciple, how about you give me an idea? How do I deal with the people from Buddhism?"
Finn Guo sighed.
"Master, even you have no ideas, what ideas could I possibly think of?"
"Master, you can slowly pace in circles. I'm going to play chess with Dakang."
Dakang still lived here.
His injuries were recovering rapidly.
Now he was basically fully healed.
A few days ago, Quinn Ye taught them how to play Go. As a result, these two kids really fell in love with this novel thing and would play against each other whenever they had free time.
"Go, go."
Quinn Ye waved his hand.
Suddenly.
Quinn Ye seemed to have thought of something.
"Playing chess... playing chess..."
His eyes suddenly lit up.
I got it!
...
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
At the foot of Cloud-Drifting Mountain, the high platform had long been built.
Moreover, the entire foot of the mountain was extremely lively.
Not only the martial artists from various factions within the Heavenly Martial Empire, but martial artists from the other countries of the Southern Wilderness had also arrived here.
They all wanted to see how this earth-shattering Grand Dharma Debate would unfold.
Dominic Su, surrounded by a group of Imperial Palace Experts, sat in the seats beside the high platform.
The Sect Masters of the Three Great Sects were also all present.
Even Cosmo Shen, who always lived in seclusion in Imperial Sky Valley, appeared in the spectator seats.
Hugo and the other monks were currently gathered below the high platform, gazing towards the West.
Their faces all carried a look of nervousness.
And on the high platform.
Quinn Ye stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, his posture elegant and free.
He looked down at the crowd below, revealing a trace of a smile.
Looking at Quinn Ye's graceful bearing, the crowd couldn't help but secretly admire him.
"This Expert Ye truly has an unmatched demeanor."
"To be able to catch a glimpse of this Expert's heroic posture is the fortune of three lifetimes!"
"It's said that this Expert Ye is also the Holy Son of Buddhism, possessing the Great Wisdom of Buddhism."
"No wonder so many monks would stay here and refuse to return to the West Realm."
...
The crowd discussed fervently.
But the reason Quinn Ye on the platform remained motionless.
Wasn't because of some unmatched demeanor, nor was he deliberately trying to look cool.
It was truly because this platform was too high.
Who the hell came up with the idea to make the platform so high? I don't even dare to move right now!
Quinn Ye's feet trembled slightly.
He could only try his best to keep himself calm.
Suddenly.
Waves of chanting Buddhist scriptures sounded from afar.
The crowd looked in unison toward the direction the chanting was coming from.
A beam of golden light shot into the sky, dazzling the eyes.
The expressions of everyone present changed one after another.
Within this golden light, there was a heavy Buddhist aura.
There was even an indescribable oppressive might.
It seemed to be done deliberately.
"He's here!"
Many people secretly felt awe.
The first to notice were Hugo and the others.
As people of Buddhism, Hugo and the others could feel the power of this Buddhist light even more deeply.
"This is the aura of the Great Illuminating Buddha!"
A monk exclaimed endlessly.
Hugo's expression was solemn as he put his palms together.
"It is someone from my West Zen Temple who has arrived."
"If I guess correctly, it should be my Martial Uncle, Lucian!"
Lucian!
Hearing this Dharma name, the expressions of the other monks all changed one after another.
Master Lucian of the West Zen Temple; this was an extremely formidable figure.
His strength was enough to rank in the top three among the monks of that generation.
Coupled with Lucian's many years of bitter cultivation of the Great Illuminating Buddha Sutra, his Buddhist attainments were extremely profound, and he was extremely skilled at using Buddhist light to deliver the people of the world.
"I didn't expect Master Lucian to come!"
"I wonder how the Holy Son will respond."
"No matter, the Holy Son is definitely full of confidence, we must also believe in the Holy Son."
...
The sound of chanting drew closer from afar.
An old monk in white robes, barefoot and with a serene face, walked over from the distance.
Seeing this Old Monk in White, the gazes of everyone present hardened.
"Quick, look behind this person!"
Someone exclaimed.
They saw that behind the Old Monk in White, there were many, many people following.
The vast majority of these people were ordinary commoners, but there were also cultivators.
And the only thing these people had in common was that they all had their palms together, their faces full of piety, chanting Buddhist scriptures.
This eerie scene invisibly gave the crowd here a sense of pressure.
"Amitabha."
A chant of the Buddha's name sounded.
A golden-bodied Buddha phantom impressively emerged behind the Old Monk in White.
Great Illuminating Buddha!
Buddhist light illuminated everything; the crowd was invisibly affected.
Those with lower cultivation instantly had looks of bewilderment surface in their eyes.
Those with profound cultivation could still resist.
But their minds were also somewhat in a trance.
Only cultivators from the Golden Core Realm and above could completely maintain their calm.
"This old monk, Lucian, has come from the West Realm to pay respects to everyone of the Heavenly Martial Empire."
Lucian stood below the high platform, his face serene, and bowed slightly toward the crowd.