The entire Buddha's fate mirror immediately became two halves.
Ye Qingyun was stunned.
Xuance and others were all stunned.
The eminent monks in the sky and the believers under the altar were all stunned.
what's the situation?
What's happening here?
Why did the Buddhist mirror that had been passed down in the Buddhist country for hundreds of years suddenly crack like this?
Fo Yuan Jing: "I stepped on the horse and it split open on the spot!"
Ye Qingyun looked at Xuance awkwardly.
"Well, this Buddha's Mirror is cracked."
Xuance: "..."
Ye Qingyun scratched his head.
"This...should have nothing to do with me, right?"
Xuance: "..."
Venerable Liao Chen on the side suddenly said: "Amitabha! The Holy Son's cultivation is so profound that even the Buddha Mirror cannot bear it and it bursts!"
Ye Qingyun: "Ah???"
What the hell does this have to do with me?
It's obvious that the quality of your broken mirror is not up to par. It broke within a short time of putting it up.
You still have to push it on my head.
Simply!
Xuance also reacted immediately.
"Amitabha! Venerable Liaochen is right, this Buddha mirror must be unable to withstand the profound cultivation of the Holy Son, so it will break into pieces!"
Everyone also agreed with this statement.
For a while.
Everyone in the sky and below looked at Ye Qingyun in awe.
"The Holy Son is really inscrutable!"
"Yes! Even the Buddha's Mirror cannot withstand the cultivation of the Holy Son!"
"Amitabha! The Holy Son will surely lead Buddhism to glory!"
...
Discussions continued.
Everyone felt that it was Ye Qingyun's profound cultivation that caused the Buddha's Mirror to shatter.
Ye Qingyun was completely confused.
I can't explain this at all.
So is your broken mirror.
It might have cracked sooner or later, but it happened to crack when I looked in the mirror.
Isn’t this a shit basin put on my head?
I have a knitting skill.
Ye Qingyun couldn't help but look at Xuance and the four Buddhas with suspicion.
He has reason to suspect that this broken mirror will crack directly. Could it be the work of these guys?
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?
But Ye Qingyun couldn't ask directly.
If you ask these guys, they probably won't admit it.
snort!
How cunning!
"Holy Son, please stop trying to shirk your identity. You are the Holy Son of our Buddhist sect! You are the incarnation of Buddha!"
"Yes! We still hope that the Holy Son can promote Buddhism and teach the supreme scripture!"
"The Dharma of the Holy Son is so profound that we are willing to follow the Holy Son forever!"
...
Everyone shouted again.
Ye Qingyun was so frightened that he quickly waved his hands.
"Don't worry, isn't it said that there are still many things that can be verified? Let's test it again."
Everyone was extremely confused.
This Holy Son is obviously very powerful, but he refuses to acknowledge his identity.
What is the purpose of this?
Is it a unique way of practice?
It's hard for people to understand.
"Lord Buddha, quickly bring up the other treasures and let me test them again."
Ye Qingyun said to the Buddha Lord Xuance.
Xuance couldn't laugh or cry.
But there is nothing we can do.
Since Ye Qingyun wants to continue to verify, then he should cooperate.
"Take out the Buddha Spirit Golden Pearl."
Soon, a treasure box was brought up.
Xuance opened the treasure box with his own hands.
Inside is a golden bead the size of a fist.
Round and bright.
Ye Qingyun looked at this thing.
"Is this thing reliable?"
Xuance was startled, then smiled and said: "The Holy Son doesn't know something. The poor monk has been reincarnated dozens of times. Each reincarnation was found with the help of this Buddha Spirit Golden Bead."
"The Buddha Spirit Golden Pearl is a treasure refined by the poor monk's senior brother, Master Xuanzang. As long as a drop of blood is dropped on it, my predecessor as a Buddhist can be revealed."
"The Holy Son of Buddhism is naturally the reincarnation of the Buddha. As long as the Holy Son drops his blood on the Buddha's golden beads, you can tell which Buddha the Holy Son is the reincarnation of."
Ye Qingyun heard this.
Good guy.
This thing is awesome.
Can you actually see the predecessor of a Buddhist?
No wonder this Lord Buddha can be found by people from the Buddhist country every time he reincarnates.
It turns out that I have such a treasure in hand.
Ye Qingyun thought to himself that he was not the reincarnation of Buddha at all.
This thing will definitely prove your innocence.
"Um, is one drop of blood enough?"
Ye Qingyun asked.
"One drop is enough."
"good."
Ye Qingyun looked at his fingers.
Then he put it in his mouth and bit it.
Damn it hurts!
Take another look.
Oh my god, it didn't even bite through.
Why does someone's finger break when someone bites it lightly?
Isn’t it okay to come here?
Could it be that my skin is thicker than others?
Ye Qingyun tried again.
In the end, it was still not broken.
Instead, it hurt my fingers to bite them.
Everyone present looked at Ye Qingyun biting his fingers with pain on his face.
What is this doing?
Ye Qingyun still gave up the stupid idea of biting his fingers.
"Um, do you have a dagger?"
Ye Qingyun looked at Xuance.
Xuance was startled: "What does the Holy Son want the dagger for?"
Ye Qingyun made a swiping motion with his fingers.
"Aren't you going to bleed? How can I bleed if I don't cut my finger open?"
He really wanted to suck some blood from his gums.
But the problem is that Ye Qingyun’s teeth are very good.
Can't suck it out at all.
Xuance was speechless for a while.
Isn't it easy for cultivators like them to get some blood?
He actually had to use a dagger.
"Master Ye, I have it here."
Qi Mufeng stepped forward and took out a dagger from his storage bag.
Ye Qingyun took a look.
This dagger is colorful and looks like there is something wrong with it.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Ye Qingyun asked.
"This is the dagger I used when I was young. It contains strong poison, but it can only be effective on practitioners below the Condensation Level."
Qi Mufeng said.
Ye Qingyun: "???"
I suspect you want to harm me.
And I have proof!
Ye Qingyun looked at Qi Mufeng helplessly.
"Forget it, do you have a more ordinary dagger?"
He didn't want to die young.
"Yes."
Qi Mufeng changed to a dagger.
Ye Qingyun looked wary: "Isn't this dagger also famous?"
Qi Mufeng shook his head.
Ye Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief.
That's good.
He held the dagger and took a few deep breaths.
Then he gently poked his index finger with the tip of the dagger.
Damn it hurts!
Ye Qingyun grinned in pain.
A drop of blood emerged from his finger.
"By the way, Mr. Ye, I forgot to mention that although this dagger is not poisonous, it is made of a special ore that will make it difficult for wounds to heal."
Damn me!
Ye Qingyun wished he could stab Qi Mufeng to death with a dagger.
Are you just saying it now?
Why don't you wait until I bleed to death?
Ye Qingyun looked at the blood drops on his fingers and felt that it could not be wasted.
Quickly lower yourself to the Buddha Spirit Golden Bead.
The blood was so low that it was directly absorbed into the Buddha Spirit Golden Bead.
Ye Qingyun is looking forward to it.
Now I can finally prove that I am not a Buddhist saint.