Following Ye Fan's passage, extremely strange changes took place in the venue.

The four heavenly kings, eighteen Arhats, and three thousand bhikkhunis who were originally shining with golden light suddenly became blurry, the light on their bodies dimmed a lot, and the culling speed also slowed down.

The gods and Buddhas filling the sky are all phantoms, not real!

It was only summoned by Kasyapa's domain and the fact that Kasyapa burned his body with karma fire as a price.

Now, Ye Fan is reciting this passage to let himself see through the illusion and gain insight into the reality!

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"How is it possible? Boy, your understanding of Buddhism is actually better than mine?!"

Kasyapa's pupils shrank sharply, with an expression of disbelief. Huge waves arose in his heart, and he was so surprised that he couldn't be more surprised.

For thousands of years, Kasyapa has been the most outstanding genius of Prajna Temple, with extraordinary birth and unparalleled understanding.

Even the abbot said that in a few decades, the mantle can be handed over to Kasyapa and he will be in charge of the entire Prajna Temple.

By that time, Kasyapa will be the youngest leader among the nine ancient sects.

Who would have thought that now, Ye Fan just said a verse, which implied the truth of the world, making the gods and Buddhas he summoned at the cost of his life become a bit dim.

"Boy, even if your understanding is unparalleled, it's already too late! You can delay it for a while, but you can't delay it forever! I will watch you fall into the eighteenth level of hell with my own eyes, and you will never be reincarnated!"

Kasyapa's voice was full of resentment, and his brain was completely blinded by hatred.

At this time, Ye Fan's body emitted a faint light, as bright as the moon, crystal clear and brilliant. Compared with Kasyapa, Ye Fan looked like a holy Buddha.

Looking at the gods and Buddhas in the sky, Ye Fan slowly said:

"There are flowers in front of the Buddha, famous night-blooming cereus!"

"It takes a thousand years to bud, a thousand years to bud, and a thousand years to bloom!"

"Thank you at the snap of a finger, and you will be blooming in an instant!"

Ye Fan's speech was neither fast nor slow, nor was he flattering or insulting, as if he didn't even pay attention to the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

There was also a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly raised his right hand, making a flowery gesture.

Immediately afterwards, between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, a blue and white fairy flower bloomed out of thin air. The flower was round in shape, like a full moon.

Seen from a distance, the white flowers seem to be rolled up into thousands of piles, with an auspicious air lingering around them.

These words are exactly the epiphyllum that appears once every three thousand years in Buddhist legend.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The next moment, the sky was filled with gods and Buddhas, all shaking.
Chapter completed!