The crowd was dead silent.
Everyone was intimidated by the grand spectacle of Master Lucian's arrival.
A hundred thousand people chanting scriptures and following along.
What a magnificent sight this was.
Not a single person present had ever seen such a scene.
This was simply a demonstration of power.
After Master Lucian bowed, his gaze looked towards Monk Hugo and the others opposite him.
Seeing that Hugo and the others were all looking at him with wary eyes, Master Lucian couldn't help but feel somewhat astonished.
He originally thought that Hugo and the others should be excited and joyful upon seeing him.
But looking at it now, it seemed he had thought wrong.
Could it be that Hugo and the others were not detained here by the Heavenly Martial Empire?
"Martial Nephew Hugo, why do you all not return to West Realm Buddhism?"
Master Lucian opened his mouth and asked.
Hugo bowed deeply toward Master Lucian.
"Martial Uncle, we are voluntarily staying here to follow the Holy Son in cultivation."
As soon as these words came out, Master Lucian's brows instantly furrowed.
"The Holy Son? You found the Holy Son?"
Hugo nodded and pointed to Quinn Ye on the high platform.
"The Holy Son is on the platform."
Only then did Master Lucian look at Quinn Ye on the high platform.
But no matter how he looked, Master Lucian couldn't see the slightest shadow of Buddhism on Quinn Ye.
There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation of cultivation.
How could such an ordinary young man possibly be the rumored Holy Son of Buddhism who could lead Buddhism to glory?
Absolutely impossible.
"Hugo, you have been deceived by someone. He is not the Holy Son of Buddhism," Master Lucian shook his head and said.
Unexpectedly, this sentence directly angered Hugo and the others.
"Martial Uncle Lucian, I respect you, but you cannot offend the Holy Son!"
Hugo said with a solemn face.
"That's right, you cannot offend the Holy Son!"
"The Holy Son is our lifelong faith; we will absolutely not tolerate anyone's disrespect!"
"We swear to defend the Holy Son to the death!"
...
Hugo and the others all glared angrily at Master Lucian.
Even though they knew there was a considerable gap in strength between them and Master Lucian.
They were still willing to fight Master Lucian for Quinn Ye's sake.
Watching from the platform, Quinn Ye felt incredibly speechless in his heart.
These monks really treat me as their Holy Son. This misunderstanding is way too massive.
If I get exposed later, won't these monks hack me to death?
Quinn Ye began to feel a bit worried.
Master Lucian was even more shocked by the attitude of Hugo and the others.
One must know that these monks, like Hugo, were all very outstanding prodigies in their respective temples within West Realm Buddhism.
Every single one of them was an existence with profound Buddhist Dharma among their peers.
Their wills could not be easily shaken.
But now.
Hugo and the others actually wanted to make an enemy of him for a so-called Holy Son?
Master Lucian couldn't help but feel suspicious in his heart.
Could it be that this boy also knows the art of bewitchment?
At this time, Emperor Dominic Su stood up.
"Master Lucian, didn't you come here today to debate Buddhist Dharma? Now the Dharma Master of my Heavenly Martial Empire, Quinn Ye, is right on this Dharma platform. I wonder if you, Master, dare to go up?"
Dharma Master Quinn Ye?
Why does this sound like a massive scammer?
Quinn Ye had a strange expression, muttering inwardly.
Master Lucian smiled faintly.
"This old monk's Buddhist Dharma is shallow; I do not dare to rashly debate Buddhism."
Dominic Su: "Since the Master is so modest, why not just return to the West Realm then."
Master Lucian shook his head.
"But in order to awaken these monks of my West Realm Buddhism, this old monk has no choice but to go up on stage and make a fool of myself."
Before the sound of his voice faded, Master Lucian was seen tapping his foot lightly.
A lotus flower appeared out of thin air.
Stepping on the lotus flower, Master Lucian ascended steadily, going all the way up to the high platform.
Watching Master Lucian come up like this, Quinn Ye felt exceptionally envious in his heart.
When he came up on the stage earlier, he had to climb up a ladder.
His legs had trembled several times halfway up, and he almost missed a step and fell down.
Others actually thought Quinn Ye was unwilling to show off his divine abilities, which was why he chose such a plain and unadorned way of going up the stage like climbing a ladder.
"Benefactor, greetings."
Master Lucian bowed to Quinn Ye.
Quinn Ye put his palms together: "Master, greetings."
If others are polite, I must be polite too. The necessary etiquette still has to be observed.
Unexpectedly, Master Lucian suddenly launched an attack.
"Is the Benefactor truly the Holy Son of Buddhism?"
This question was asked very directly.
If Quinn Ye admitted it, then a true Dharma debate would inevitably have to begin next.
If Quinn Ye didn't admit it, then Master Lucian could completely claim that Quinn Ye was an imposter, which would shake the resolve of Hugo and the others below.
What a seasoned and crafty monk!
Quinn Ye scratched his head.
"Actually, I don't know either."
This answer was ambiguous.
Master Lucian's brows furrowed slightly: "Does the Benefactor not even know himself?"
Quinn Ye threw his hands up: "I really don't know."
Master Lucian laughed.
"But Hugo and the others keep saying you are the Holy Son of Buddhism."
Quinn Ye: "Then what do you think?"
Master Lucian was startled.
He didn't expect Quinn Ye to ask him a question in return.
"Benefactor, this old monk is asking you."
He reminded Quinn Ye.
"And I am asking you too."
Master Lucian: "..."
Hearing the conversation between these two, the crowd below the platform also felt a bit speechless.
This didn't look like a Buddhist debate; it sounded more like two people with brain problems talking.
But for some unknown reason, the crowd always felt as if Quinn Ye's words contained another kind of profound and mysterious meaning.
Master Lucian's expression became serious.
"This old monk wishes to debate Buddhist Dharma with the Benefactor."
It's finally coming.
Although Quinn Ye had already prepared himself mentally.
But seeing that it was going to be real, he still couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated in his heart.
"Alright."
He replied.
Master Lucian asked the first question: "This old monk wishes to ask the Benefactor, what is Buddha?"
Hearing this, the crowd below the platform couldn't help but frown tightly.
Was this first question really this obscure?
What is Buddha?
How was one supposed to answer this?
Hugo and the other monks also fell into deep thought.
There were many explanations of Buddha in Buddhist scriptures.
But what exactly a Buddha was, how many people could explain it clearly?
"I wonder how the Holy Son will respond?"
Hugo and the others worried secretly in their hearts.
Quinn Ye, however, smiled.
Master Lucian was puzzled: "Why does the Benefactor laugh? Could it be that you cannot answer?"
"Not at all."
Quinn Ye waved his hand.
"Then please answer, Benefactor. What is Buddha?"
"Before I answer, I want to hear your answer first."
Quinn Ye actually said this.
Master Lucian couldn't help but laugh: "Benefactor, if this old monk answers, your answer cannot be the same as this old monk's."
"Of course."
"Alright."
Master Lucian revealed a look of piety: "Buddha means the Enlightened One."
"One whose cultivation of merit and wisdom is complete and perfect."
"A cultivator can become a Buddha after undergoing three great countless eons."
"Buddha is an existence that has escaped the cycle of reincarnation and achieved a great epiphany regarding all things in the world."
Hugo and the other monks nodded repeatedly.
This was indeed Buddhism's most profound definition of Buddha.
Those not of Buddhism could absolutely never understand the meaning of the concept of Buddha.
"Benefactor, it is your turn."
Master Lucian looked at Quinn Ye, gesturing for him to answer.
"I, am Buddha."
As soon as these words came out, the entire venue was shocked.