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When Chen Xin opened the golden lacquered door under the toe of the Buddha statue and saw the scene inside, his body trembled violently, and the gilded crescent shovel in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Chen Xin let out a heartbreaking scream.

"Damn it! How could this be?"

Such a loss of composure was the first time Long Jia heard from Chen Xin's mouth. For such a fierce man to express such intense emotions left him a bit unsettled.

Long Jia's neck immediately twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, staring directly at the things once densely placed behind the Buddha statue's door, which were now completely gone, leaving only a thin layer of dust on the ground. It looked quite heart-wrenching, as if it had encountered unimaginable events or experiences.

Those Arhat relics and Bodhisattva Golden Bodies had returned to dust and earth, leaving no traces whatsoever.

Upon seeing this, Long Jia's once calm demeanor also couldn't hold anymore; for a moment, his Buddhist heart almost lost its hold, nearly breaking through a hundred years of meditation.

He barely managed to catch his breath and fainted away.

"What, what is going on here?"

Xuanzang beside him was also stunned, his expression somewhat broken.

All the monks present were in an uproar, as if a certain faith in their hearts had been snapped.

"How could this happen?" Long Jia couldn't help but exclaim.

"Did the Buddha's Son do it?"

Someone among the monks couldn't help but voice out.

"How is that possible? The Arhat relics and Bodhisattva Golden Bodies left by the patriarchs of past generations; do you think they can be so easily destroyed? The Buddha's Son was in there for how long? How could he possibly destroy these at once?"

Hearing this, those nearby were momentarily speechless, not knowing what to say.

Long Jia's expression was uncertain, and for a moment, his mind was in turmoil, not knowing what to say.

"World Honored One... could it really have been the Buddha's Son?"

Xuanzang beside him couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"It's unlikely. His realm is only at Bright Awakening. Even though he's just one step from Path Determination, without reaching it, he'd still be circling at the mortal level, unable to thoroughly destroy the relics and Golden Bodies."

Long Jia paused for a moment before finally adding, "Even if he has the means to damage the relics and Bodhisattva Golden Bodies, what would be the point of doing so? Besides, this has only been a matter of just over ten days. The Shakyamuni Buddha Statue level housed eight hundred Arhat relics and three hundred Bodhisattva Golden Bodies. How could all of these be destroyed in such a short span?"

Just at the entrance of the Shakyamuni Buddha Statue, the disoriented Chen Xin suddenly groaned, and a dull sound abruptly erupted.

The monks saw Chen Xin's massive frame, over two and a half meters tall, flying back like a wrecked sack. The speed caused a dull airburst, flying over fifty meters in the air before crashing onto the plaza's edge, then uplifting a large area of green brick tiles, completely destroying a nearby temple.

"Wha...what is that?"

The monks from the Arhat Hall looked at the scene before them with disbelief.

After all, besides Longga Shizun, Xuanzang, and a few other high monks with the "Xuan" character, Chen Xin's strength was definitely considered top-notch within the Mani Temple.

Before the monks could react, a figure slowly emerged at the door of the Shakyamuni Buddha Statue; it was Lu Ren.

He coldly gazed at the monks of Mani Temple, his eyes icy and unperturbed. The only emotion he conveyed was regret that Chen Xin took the Horizontal Refining System path in cultivation, making his skin thick. Just now, that punch only left him half-dead.

Longga Shizun's gaze was shining, fixating relentlessly on Lu Ren.

"I wonder if the Buddha's Son has obtained what Shakyamuni left behind?"

Lu Ren didn't hold back at all and nodded, "Inside is a Scroll of the Future Buddha True Scripture. Surely Longga Shizun has heard of this scripture?"

Before Lu Ren finished speaking, upon hearing the name of this True Skill—Future Buddha True Scripture—brilliant golden beams shot from Longga's eyes, lighting up the entire plaza.

At this moment, he no longer cared what happened to the relics and Golden Bodies inside the Shakyamuni Buddha Statue. Or rather, upon learning that Lu Ren obtained a Scroll of the Future Buddha True Scripture, his mind was fixated on it.

Even Xuanzang beside him was visibly shaken, his expression changing.

Unexpectedly, in the small box casually left by Sakyamuni in the end, there lay a Scroll of the Future Buddha True Scripture. If not for the prohibitions set upon this box, if it were opened casually, the contents would instantly turn to dust. Thus, they had waited for countless years.

For nearly ten thousand years, generations of Mani Temple abbots guarded the precious mountain without entering its gates.

Now, from Lu Ren's words, they learned that inside was the miraculous True Skill known as the Future Buddha True Scripture. For a moment, Long Jia felt a mixture of emotions—bitterness and excitement blended within his heart.

Emotions beyond words.

"Buddha's Son, may I borrow the Future Buddha True Scripture to have a look?"

Suppressing his emotions, Long Jia asked as gently as possible.

Hearing this, Lu Ren faintly smiled and waved the Scroll of the Future Buddha True Scripture in his hand in front of Long Jia.

Meeting his fervent gaze, his Ten Lands True Scripture triggered, emitting a faint glow, neither gold nor not, but as he activated the scripture, the Scroll recording the Future Buddha True Scripture turned to ashes in the eyes of the Mani Temple's monks, in Long Jia's eyes, and Xuanzang's eyes.

Upon witnessing Lu Ren's move, the smile on Long Jia's face instantly froze, and his expression quickly turned gloomy.

As Long Jia's emotions shifted, the surrounding air temperature suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees, a chilly and murderous aura rising involuntarily.

Lu Ren only felt as if he were being pierced by sharp knives.

"Ding, you have been subjected to Long Jia's Spirit pressure. The other party intends to drag you into an illusion... The Spirit attack has been automatically blocked."

Suppressing his voice, Monk Long Jia spoke sinisterly, "Buddha's Son, what do you mean by this?"

As he spoke, Monk Long Jia, seated in a lotus position, began to emit strands of black Demonic Qi, his face turning exceedingly frosty.

Lu Ren couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, pointing a finger at his own head.

"Old bald donkey, if you want it, why not come over and tear open my head to have a look? Also, I'm not your Buddha's Son."

His gaze swept over the Mani Temple's monks, revealing undisguised killing intent.

"Every cause must have its effect. Everyone, having created so much sin, kindly go to your deaths today."

"How audacious!!"

In the Bodhi Institute, an elder monk with long eyebrows couldn't help but stand out, furious, with his beard and hair standing up, shouting at Lu Ren.

"We gave you the identity of the Buddha's Son so that you could behave yourself, and yet you're so rebellious."

Rebellious?!

Lu Ren's gaze rapidly turned icy, devoid of any emotion.

"System, Ten Lands True Scripture, add points!"

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