In Wanbao City, more than 100,000 people raised their heads in unison, with shocked eyes, at the figure that came out of the spatial crack.

This figure was covered in a dazzling golden light, but it was impossible to see clearly, but there was a white lotus under it, and the white lotus slowly rotated, as if there was a supreme magic method in operation.

At the same time, a looming Zen chanting seems to come from the sky, gradually becoming vast, like the abyss and the sea, solemn, vast, subtle, and mysterious.

For a time, the Sanskrit sound was lingering, the white lotus was supporting the body, and a solemn and vast aura filled the world, and even the bright sun was obscured by its brilliance.

A heavenly aura emerged, making everyone feel terrible and unstoppable.

At the same time, people let go of everything, let go of troubles, let go of hatred, let go of jealousy, and there is only emptiness.

"Disciple of Buddhism!"

Zhang Jian took one step and shrunk into inches, and came to the front of this figure, his brows frowned slightly, not knowing the other party's intention.

This vast and solemn Buddha sound can't escape his Dharma eyes, and he is also vigilant in his heart, not knowing whether the other party is friend or foe.

Of course, the most important thing is because of the sevenfold aura of the Peak Realm on the other party's body.

The powerhouses above the fivefold peak realm rarely move outside, and most of them are looking for secret realm treasures and cultivating them, and the sevenfold Buddhist disciples of the peak realm suddenly arrived, and Zhang Jian didn't understand the other party's intention.

At this time, Old Man Jin and Jian Ling were also standing beside Zhang Jian on the left and right.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's Dharma name is Wuxuan, and I have seen three donors!"

The Buddha was covered in golden light, clean and clean, he folded his hands, bowed slightly, and saluted Zhang Jian and the others, but he was not in his eyes.

"Wu Xuan!"

Hearing the Buddha's self-reported name, Zhang Jian and Jian Ling had never heard of it, but Old Man Jin suddenly changed his face slightly, revealing a shocked look.

"Master, in the Western Regions, Buddhism is respected, and its holy place in the Western Regions is called Daming Temple, and this Wuxuan is the Buddha of Daming Temple, and he is also the first day of pride in the Western Regions!"

Old Man Jin hurriedly spoke in a low voice, explaining Wu Xuan's identity and origin to Zhang Jian and Jian Ling.

The Son of Buddha is an honorific title, like a king, but there can be thousands of princes, but there is only one Son of the Buddha.

Every Buddha is the strongest Buddhist disciple in the Western Regions of the same era, representing the future of Buddhism, and there is a chance to get a glimpse of the Buddha's realm!

The Buddha is equivalent to the Great Emperor Realm, and he has the opportunity to become a strong person in the Great Emperor Realm, which shows the rarity of the Buddha.

And Wu Xuan is the Buddha of this generation of Daming Temple.

The strength of the sevenfold peak realm is known as the first day of pride in the Western Regions.

Among the five major domains in the southeast, northwest, and northwest, only the Eastern Domain is the weakest, so although the prince is the triple of the Ascending Peak Realm, with the existence of the Kunpeng bloodline and the Heavenly Rune, he can barely be compared to the Ascending Peak Realm Sixfold, but among the five domains, it is also at the bottom.

The Buddha of the Western Regions?

What are you doing in the Blood Sect?

Zhang Jian knew the identity of Wuxuan's Buddha, but he was still puzzled and didn't know what he meant.

However, he is not afraid, although Wu Xuan is the strength of the seventh level of the peak realm, but now Zhang Jian has broken through to the second level of the peak realm, plus various means, it is comparable to the sixth level of the peak realm.

Besides, there is Jian Ling, no matter how strong the Buddha is, he is not Jian Ling's opponent.

"I don't know if Master Wuxuan is here, what do you think?"

Unsure of the other party's intentions, Zhang Jian asked directly.

"The poor monk has three questions in his heart, looking for Buddhist scriptures, he can't understand it, the abbot once said that the answer is in the East, and today I am here, I just want to see what the donor has, I don't know if the donor is willing to answer!"

Wu Xuan has no sorrow or joy, and there is wisdom in his eyes, but there is also a trace of confusion, which is incomprehensible.

Obviously, if doubts are dispelled, the Dharma of Wuxuan will be more refined.

Zhang Jian pondered for a moment, he didn't know what Wu Xuan's true purpose was, but he didn't want to fight with him, and finally chose to agree.

"The master said to hear it!"

Zhang Jian had slight doubts in his heart, maybe Wu Xuan's purpose was to incarnate outside his body, but he couldn't reveal it at this moment.

Wu Xuan looked at Zhang Jian calmly, his eyes were like the abyss and the sea, and like the endless light of wisdom, he looked at Zhang Jian, Zhang Jian also looked directly at him, the collision of divine consciousness and Buddhism, but they were not equal.

"The first question of the poor monk is: What is true?"

Wu Xuan spoke, and the sound was like a bell, and Da Lu stood up and said the first question in his heart.

What is true?

Zhang Jian frowned slightly, but his guess about himself deepened a little in his heart.

Perhaps his purpose is to incarnate the Dharma Sutra cultivated by his own incarnation, because the Dharma Sutra is to seek the truth.

"Someone once told the poor monk that truth is a thing, opening eyes is true, closing eyes is false, true and false are a thought!"

Xuanwu continued to speak, as if to give Zhang Jian a hint, and at this time, Old Man Jin and Jian Ling were also at a loss, even if they meditated, they couldn't come up with an answer to such a profound Dharma question.

This question involves the origin, the rules of heaven and earth, and it is difficult for ordinary people to watch.

However, Zhang Jian would not escape, he groaned slightly, and then opened his mouth to answer.

"In my opinion, truth is falsehood, truth is falsehood, and falsehood is true!"

Zhang Jian used to be the Supreme God Emperor, although he didn't have a deep study of Buddhism, but he also knew a lot, and a small problem was not difficult for him.

Zhang Jianrang's answer made Wu Xuan's eyes condense slightly, and there was a hint of thought on his face.

This sentence was not created by Zhang Jian, but came from Buddhism, although it was not accurate, but for Wu Xuan of the Peak Realm, it was enough for him to understand.

"True and false, false and true, false and true! The donor of the Sword King is really smart, and he has such a high opinion of the Dharma, so that the poor monk Huo Ran is very bright, thank you to the donor!"

Wu Xuan's face showed a hint of joy, he folded his hands and thanked Zhang Jian.

"The poor monk has a second question, what is false?"

Wu Xuan stared at Zhang Jian, slightly hopeful, as if hoping that Zhang Jian would be able to answer again.

At this time, Zhang Jian had confirmed that the purpose of Wuxuan was nothing else, it was the Dharma Sutra, because the Dharma Sutra pays attention to truth and falsehood, and the answer to the false is in the Dharma Sutra.

It's just that Zhang Jian won't say it, he groaned again, but answered with his own answer.

"Zhang thinks that fake is false, and everything that is delusional can be fake!"

Zhang Jian's answer is that there is no existence, and what is not true is false, and there is no problem with this answer, but it is obviously not what Wu Xuan wants.

Wu Xuan's gaze dissipated, and he shook his head slightly, but he didn't refute it, nor did he continue to ask the third question.

"Thank you for solving the doubts of the poor monks!"

Wu Xuan clasped his hands together and saluted again.

"The donor's two answers are extraordinary, so that the poor monk has more understanding, I hope to forgive me for this disturbance!"

Wu Xuan continued to speak, with a modest attitude, but not hostile.

"Excuse me, the poor monk is not quiet in his heart, so he will give it to the donor with an invitation!" Wu Xuan's voice changed, but it changed from modesty to invitation, which caught Zhang Jian a little off guard.