Faith, Incense, and the Old Monk

All had ended.
Yang Yu Huan flew into mid-air, then quickly descended.
"Even the Huashan Sect Master lost..."
"Ye Fan's strength..."
Seeing the Huashan Sect disciples struggling to carry their Sect Master away, it seemed that defeating Ye Fan and simultaneously killing him was fundamentally impossible.
At present, even the Shaolin Temple Abbot of the Da Qian Imperial Dynasty referred to himself as a humble monk before Ye Fan. It seemed her own opportunity was truly gone.
In the Manichaean Sect, the Sect Leader once said that the Da Qian Imperial Dynasty was a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
Although the Kongdong Sect was currently the biggest obstacle, within the Da Qian Imperial Dynasty, there were still many powerful sects that had always remained hidden... For example, the Shaolin Temple, renowned as the origin of all martial arts under heaven...
Strictly speaking, the Manichaean Sect's cultivation methods also developed from the Shaolin Seventy-Two Ultimate Arts. Tracing back to their origin, they came from Bodhidharma, the Patriarch Who Crossed the River on a Single Reed.
At this moment, the Shaolin Temple Abbot and Ye Fan sat on the ground.
A circle was drawn between them, signaling the disciples of the surrounding sects not to disturb them...
The scene was eerily and strangely silent.
Yang Yu Huan lowered her head, pondering something, as if she wanted to stake all the courage of her life on doing one thing.

Grandmaster Yuan Jue, an old monk of a hundred years.
His cultivation base...
"Ling Tong Zi!"
His cultivation base had reached the Late Stage Nascent Soul.
Among the Ten Great Sects, he was considered to have the top combat power.
Moreover, Grandmaster Yuan Jue's strength was somewhat peculiar.
Ye Fan always felt that the old monk could unleash even higher combat power, but now, his body seemed very strange, and he couldn't display his full strength.

The Shaolin Temple Abbot Yuan Jue only clasped his hands before his chest, sitting on the ground in front of Ye Fan, and began to ask the simplest question,
"May I ask, Senior, what is Buddha..."
Ye Fan was originally at a loss. Although he cultivated Buddhist cultivation methods, it was all thanks to the system's merits, and he had never thoroughly read any scriptures...
But at this moment, Ye Fan's entire body trembled.
He suddenly seemed to transform into another person, tearing open his sleeve to reveal his shoulder, sitting cross-legged, even his sitting posture was very solemn.
The Shaolin Temple Abbot saw this and was excited, it had come...
This time, when Ye Fan opened his mouth, his words flowed eloquently and ceaselessly.
Accompanied by classic allusions, covering astronomy from above and geography from below, spanning five thousand years from before and after the Ancient Qin Dynasty, like precious jewels, responding to each other, making Grandmaster Yuan Jue nod in satisfaction, his eyes shining brightly.
Like a virgin of ten lifetimes finally seeing a peerless beauty, unable to restrain himself.
After such a discourse.
In the end, both fell silent.
Ye Fan had no more words to say, while Grandmaster Yuan Jue was left with an endless aftertaste.
It was truly a feast of sweet dew, cleansing the old monk's defiled soul.
Grandmaster Yuan Jue was the first to stand up, performing a disciple's bow to Ye Fan.

Everyone present exclaimed in wonder. Within a single day, the Huashan Sect Master was defeated in one move, and the Shaolin Temple Abbot was even defeated by the opponent in Buddhist Dharma, acknowledging himself as a disciple.
What was the identity of this Hehuan Sect disciple, to be so formidable?
A thought arose in the hearts of all who witnessed this scene.
This person must absolutely not be underestimated. They hoped not to encounter this person in the martial arts assembly that would begin tomorrow.
Some even resolved to interact more with the Hehuan Sect in the future.

At the moment the old monk bowed his head.
Within the incense burner in Ye Fan's body, a wisp of incense offerings actually lit up again...
Ye Fan regained his senses, feeling his mouth dry and his tongue parched, the old monk's figure had vanished...
Even Yang Yu Huan beside him felt surprised. A demonic disciple of the Hehuan Sect could actually debate Buddhist scriptures, making the Shaolin Temple Abbot concede defeat. Was this person's Buddhist Dharma truly profound, or were they merely skilled at intimidating people with words?
Yang Yu Huan felt that Ye Fan carried even more mysteries.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan was in a daze. The Buddha Embryo had returned to Ye Fan's body, silent and still.
Just now, when Ye Fan was at his wit's end, about to stare blankly at the old monk, the Buddha Embryo actually conveyed its will, wanting to help Ye Fan.
This was another change in Ye Fan's body after the Bone Embryo.
However, the Bone Embryo's transformation actually put Ye Fan at ease.
Even though the Bone Embryo was extremely rebellious, it had merely left peacefully. Facing the Buddha Embryo, Ye Fan seemed to have no reason to object.
Regardless of whether it was the Primordial Spirit or Ye Fan, they were originally one in heart and mind.
At this moment.
After a w wisp of incense offerings suddenly appeared in Ye Fan's body, the situation changed slightly.
Originally, the incense offerings had all surrounded the other two Primordial Spirits in Ye Fan's body.
However, the newly appeared wisp of incense offerings only circled around the Buddha Embryo.
The other Dao Embryo seemed to be concealed!
The Buddha Embryo in Ye Fan's body truly seemed to return to its puppet-like state.
However, the scene that had just occurred was still etched in Ye Fan's mind.
The Bone Embryo's personality was not concealed; it had an innate distrust towards Ye Fan, even planning to act against him... Were the other two Primordial Spirits truly silent puppets, obeying Ye Fan's commands?
The Buddha Embryo's transformation proved that this was not the case.
Ye Fan "looked towards" the silent Dao Embryo again... From beginning to end, only this Primordial Spirit had appeared the most tranquil.
However, was the Dao Embryo truly just a puppet?

Facing this situation, Ye Fan pondered.
It was once different incense offerings; this wisp of incense smoke arose from faith.
Grandmaster Yuan Jue revered Buddha and sought Buddha. The Buddha Embryo convinced the old monk, thus becoming the Buddha in the old monk's heart.
However, this Buddha was only temporary.
If someone with a deeper understanding of Buddhist Dharma than the Buddha Embryo appeared, perhaps the old monk's incense offerings would extinguish.
Ye Fan did not wish for the incense offerings in his body to grow more numerous, yet new incense offerings would always appear inadvertently.

At this moment, the Buddha Embryo sent a tremor, making Ye Fan even more silent.
The Buddha Embryo believed that in a short time, no one would be able to convince Grandmaster Yuan Jue again; this was the Buddha Embryo's confidence in its own Buddhist Dharma...
Very well.
From this moment on, the Buddha Embryo, having "broken its vows," finally no longer concealed its existence and began to actively communicate with Ye Fan.
Ye Fan shook his head,
"It's time to return to the Desolate Temple and see how my lovely Junior Brother is doing."
"After all, the competition starts tomorrow."

At the foot of the mountain, everyone's gaze lingered on the retreating figures of Ye Fan and Yang Yu Huan.
"No wonder this person dared to enter such a perilous mountain and return safely; his strength is unexpectedly profound."
"Oh no, I forgot to ask if my poor Junior Brother is still alive."
Everyone's expressions still held many emotions; they could only sigh at the foot of the mountain, yet no one dared to ascend.
After all, those who had the courage to go up the mountain had not returned...

Yang Yu Huan looked at Ye Fan walking ahead, suddenly stepped forward, and once again embraced Ye Fan's arm.