“I will impart to you, the Mahayana Buddhism.”

The voice resounded, causing a shock to the world.

Everyone thought that Lu Changsheng had misspoke, but what they didn't expect was that Lu Changsheng really understood the Mahayana Buddhism.

"This humble monk begs the wise one to bestow the Mahayana Buddhism."

Xuanxin knelt on the ground, incomparably pious.

But Lu Changsheng did not speak, only quietly looked to the west, his heart filled with unknown thoughts.

But after a while.

Lu Changsheng's voice resounded again.

"Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, when practicing deeply the Prajna Paramita,"

"Clearly perceives that the five skandhas are empty, liberating from all suffering and distress, Shariputra."

"Form does not differ from emptiness, emptiness does not differ from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this."

"Shariputra, all dharmas are empty in nature, neither arising nor ceasing, neither defiled nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. Therefore, in emptiness, there is no form, no sensation, perception, volition, or consciousness."

"No eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, or mind; no form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or dharma; no realm of the eye, even up to no realm of consciousness; no ignorance, and also no ending of ignorance, even up to no old age and death, and also no ending of old age and death."

Lu Changsheng's voice resounded.

He was very fortunate that in his previous life, because he liked to read online novels, he would look up many profound things when he saw them. In addition, his memory was good, so he could basically recall the things he had seen if he thought about them carefully.

This was the Prajna Sutra, the highest heart sutra of Mahayana Buddhism, filled with supreme mysteries.

And just as Lu Changsheng finished speaking.

Golden light submerged everything.

Layer upon layer of Buddhist light appeared behind Lu Changsheng's head, eighteen layers in total.

Even more terrifying phenomena appeared.

Behind Lu Changsheng, illusory figures of ancient Buddhas emerged, holding Dharma wheels, holding pure bottles, holding vajras, holding the sun and moon, as if ten thousand Buddhas were paying homage, appearing behind Ye Ran.

Golden Buddhist light flooded tens of thousands of miles, the sound of Buddhism reverberating, shaking the entire cultivation world.

Countless powerhouses were awakened, revealing expressions of disbelief.

In the Western Desert.

Vast and boundless, ancient temples erupted with immeasurable golden Buddhist light.

Illusory figures of Buddhas emerged, and Buddhist instruments bloomed with Buddhist light.

The entire Western Desert was shaking.

Buddhist light submerged everything.

An ancient temple, dilapidated and worn, but as Lu Changsheng's voice resounded.

This ancient temple bloomed with brilliant golden Buddhist light, and then an illusory figure of a Bodhisattva appeared.

The illusory figure appeared, chanting scriptures.

"Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, when practicing deeply the Prajna Paramita,"

"Clearly perceives that the five skandhas are empty, liberating from all suffering and distress, Shariputra."

"Form does not differ from emptiness, emptiness does not differ from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this."

Inside the Little Thunderclap Temple.

All the Buddhists were completely stunned. The Buddhist monks who had previously been scolding Lu Changsheng for being arrogant were completely stunned at this moment.

The Four Great Divine Monks opened their eyes, and their unwavering gazes revealed incomparable shock.

Abbot Puzhi, at this moment, even trembled.

Finally, he knelt down.

"This humble monk Puzhi, pays respects to the teacher of the Buddha's son!"

The voice resounded, and thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty-three novices, all the monks in the Little Thunderclap Temple, knelt down towards the east at this moment.

Om! Om! Om! Om!

Om! Om! Om! Om!

Om! Om! Om! Om!

The entire Little Thunderclap Temple shook, and the Wan (ten thousand) character Buddhist seal formed, covering the entire Western Desert, and the Buddhist light shone upon the world.

This phenomenon was simply too terrifying.

Even more shocking was.

A demon-subduing pestle, sweeping away dust, rose into the air.

This was the Little Thunderclap Temple's peerless immortal artifact.

The Vajra Demon-Subduing Pestle.

At this moment, the Demon-Subduing Pestle manifested a Buddha's shadow, as if reflecting the heavens, blooming with immeasurable Buddhist light.

Tens of thousands of miles could see this illusory figure.

"This is the Buddha! It's the Buddha!"

"The Buddha's shadow, the Buddha's shadow!"

"The Buddha has manifested, the Buddha has manifested."

The entire Western Desert, countless mortals saw this scene, they did not know what had happened, but mistakenly thought that the Buddha had manifested.

They directly knelt on the ground, prostrating piously.

However, this illusory figure chanted scriptures.

"Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, when practicing deeply the Prajna Paramita,"

"Clearly perceives that the five skandhas are empty, liberating from all suffering and distress, Shariputra."

"Form does not differ from emptiness, emptiness does not differ from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this."

Voices of chanting resounded.

The entire Western Desert was completely turned upside down.

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The Heavenly Mystery Sect.

The Sect Leader sat cross-legged on the mountain peak.

Tears streamed down his face as he gazed at the Daluo Holy Land.

"Master, are you crying because our Daoist sect has produced a remarkable genius?"

A disciple asked behind the Sect Leader.

"Nonsense! I regret it, I regret it, why did I give up on this child back then? I calculated everything under the heavens, only calculating that this child was a peerless cultivator, how could I know that he was not only the Literary Saint of the world, but also the teacher of the current Buddha's son!"

The Heavenly Mystery Sect Leader cried miserably, full of regret.

"The teacher of the current Buddha's son? Then wouldn't it be a mess if this senior brother joined our Daoist sect?"

The disciple was stunned, unable to believe it.

"Who said that the teacher of the Buddha's son cannot cultivate the Dao? He is the teacher of the Buddha's son, but it does not mean that he is a Buddhist, and Changsheng has already entered my Daoist sect, he is the Daoist son of my Daoist sect, the Daoist son of the world, and so what if he is the Buddha's son? If the teacher's guess is correct, do you know what his identity is?"

"What identity?"

"The son of the common people, the son of the Great Dao, a being who gathers everything in the world into himself, a being that cannot be described by common sense, a variable of the world."

"Pass down my order, no matter what, do not calculate anything about Lu Changsheng, and absolutely do not become enemies with him, whoever becomes enemies with him will be expelled from the sect and will not be tolerated!"

The Heavenly Mystery Sect Leader said with utmost seriousness.

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The Arctic Mountains.

Inside a million-mile abyss.

A roar resounded.

"Why! Why! Why! How can there be such a person in this world, the Dao and Buddha have been prosperous for a hundred thousand years, why is it not yet our Holy Clan's turn to prosper? The way of Heaven is unfair! The Great Dao is unfair!"

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Eastern Lands.

On Kunlun Mountain.

An old Daoist opened his eyes, he calculated for a while, then couldn't help but laugh loudly.

"He has appeared, he has appeared, the person I have been waiting for for a hundred thousand years has finally appeared."

The Southern Wilderness, a hundred thousand mountains.

Here, demonic energy soared into the sky.

Submerging tens of thousands of miles.

But as the terrifying Buddhist and Daoist sounds came out, countless demons let out heart-rending screams.

A peerless great demon twisted its huge body, full of anger, and said: "Why is there another son of the Heavenly Dao at this time! If so, then I will defy the heavens and act, pass down my order, speed up the plan, and hatch out the Demon Saint of our clan as soon as possible."

At this moment, the world was in turmoil.

In the Daluo Holy Land.

Lu Changsheng was still chanting scriptures.

Like the truth of the Great Dao.

Like the sacred words of Buddhism.

Like a head-on blow.

Like enlightenment.

Xuanxin cried out in pain, he obtained the Mahayana Buddhism, and all the doubts in his heart were completely understood.

The butcher's knife in his heart completely disappeared at this moment.

Various Buddhist lights poured into Xuanxin's body.

The hideous Buddha also became kind.

Streams of black gas were expelled from his body, and then dissipated.

The Prajna Sutra, every word turned into a golden Buddhist seal, submerged into Xuanxin's body.

At this moment, nine layers of Buddhist light appeared behind Xuanxin's head.

Entering a state of great wisdom.

Thoroughly awakened, thoroughly enlightened.

But suddenly.

Lu Changsheng stopped chanting scriptures.

He stopped halfway through the Prajna Sutra.

He didn't continue to say it.

The reason was very simple.

What needed to be said had already been said.

When fate gathers, it scatters.

When fate falls, it perishes.

The rest was up to Xuanxin himself to slowly comprehend.

He stopped.

But the changes in the world did not stop.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

Beams of Buddhist light appeared on Lu Changsheng and Xuanxin.

A sudden change occurred again.