"You'd better ask Buddhist people about Umeda. Among the Buddhist principles, there are many places that record Umeda. This is how I know an ascetic monk and I will take you to ask later." Bru said.

"Hurry up." Ye Xiong said impatiently.

Next, Bru took the three of them and turned many turns, and finally walked into a dilapidated house.

This is an extremely dilapidated cottage, with many monks sitting on the ground, all wearing Buddhist robes.

These monks were a little hungry, had ragged clothes, and had no relatives, but they still believed in the Buddha devoutly.

Perhaps in their hearts, they still hope that Buddha can bring them a better life.

Just looking at their current appearance, it’s too miserable!

At this time, it is impossible to help but imagine that believing in the so-called Buddha is really meaningful?

"Axiong, why don't you go in and I'll wait for you outside?" Yang Xinyi suddenly stopped.

Ye Xiong glanced at her and saw her eyes sweeping over dozens of lonely old monks in the room, with pity in her eyes, and she knew what she was thinking.

She must have wanted to get some food for these monks.

"Do what you like, I support you."

Ye Xiong and Murong Ruyin followed Bru into the scene.

Yang Xinyi left the broken house, walked out, turned a few turns, and came to the street. She saw that there was a place to sell buns next to her, so she bought a full pack and then returned to the broken house.

"Come on, everyone eat something." Yang Xinyi opened the bag.

A group of monks had been very hungry and saw that there were buns, they all surrounded them.

However, no matter how hungry they are, they are very disciplined. Unlike ordinary beggars, they just grab them all.

Moreover, they didn't get much, just enough to eat.

This may be the difference between these so-called monks and beggars.

Yang Xinyi stood beside her, watching the monks eating buns, and sighed softly.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe that there were still countries in this world that were so backward that they could not even satisfy the simple wish of food and clothing.

She didn't notice at all. In the crowd, a famous old monk kept looking at her, his eyes flashing with strange light.

"I'll put the bread here. If anyone wants to eat it, come and get it."

Yang Xinyi clapped her hands and was about to leave, but suddenly she found a golden Buddha statue falling on the ground.

This Buddha statue is very strange, like gold but not gold. When you hold it in your hand, you can vaguely feel a sacred energy.

"Who felled this Buddha statue?" Yang Xinyi asked.

She thought it was dropped by these monks when they were holding steamed buns just now, but she didn't know that they asked each other with the Buddha statue, but no one claimed it.

"Is it the ones who dropped them when buying bread?"

Since no one claimed it, Yang Xinyi had to put away the Buddha statue and walked in.

On the other side.

Ye Xiong and Murong Ruyin followed Blu and walked to the innermost room.

"This old man is called Master Gala, a ascetic monk. He has traveled all over the years, understood Buddhism and knew everything. It is said that only those who have the Buddha's affinity will answer one question, and only answer one." Bru said.

"Buddha's fate?" Ye Xiong expressed confusion.

"I don't know what Buddha fate is, but I heard that he hasn't answered the question for several years. None of the people who come to him have a blessing." Bru said.

"Why do I feel that all the people here are mysterious?"

Ye Xiong had no choice but to follow the customs and said to Murong Ruyin: "You go in first, be careful."

Murong Ruyin nodded and walked in.

After a moment, she came out.

"Is there any Buddha's fate?" asked Bru.

Murong Ruyin shook her head and said to Ye Xiong: "I'm sorry, I didn't see anything. He said I don't have the Buddha's fate and can't answer any of my questions."

"You wait for me here, I'll go in first."

After Ye Xiong finished speaking, he walked in.

There was an empty room inside, empty and nothing.

An old monk wearing a cassock sat on the ground, his eyes closed as if he had entered into meditation.

"Hello, Master." Ye Xiong walked over and greeted him devoutly.

The old monk opened his eyes and his eyes fell on Ye Xiong, which immediately scared him.

The old monk's eyes turned gray and white, like a layer of frost, and he was a blind man.

Ye Xiong just heard from Bru that this old monk was a ascetic and had traveled all over the Yindu.

But he is a blind man, how can he leave?

Unless he is also a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi refining, he uses his spiritual consciousness to guide the way.

However, Ye Xiong could not feel a trace of fluctuations in his energy.

"Kneel down." said the old monk.

Ye Xiong then discovered that there was a futon on the ground. There was a stone wall in front of the futon, and there was nothing on it.

Since childhood, Ye Xiong has never kneeled down because he realized that there is gold under his knees and does not kneel down easily. However, for some reason, he actually knelt down without any resistance at this time.

"Tell me, what did you see on the wall?" the old monk asked.

Ye Xiong looked at the wall, but unfortunately, he saw nothing.

Do you have no Buddhist connection with Murong Ruyin?

"Master, I want to ask, what is Buddha's fate?" Ye Xiong couldn't help asking.

He finally found this place and knelt down, but he didn't find any news, which made him very unwilling to accept it.

"Buddha is a kind of fate, which can only be understood, not expressed in words."

Ye Xiong looked at the white wall again, and carefully felt it to see if he could understand the so-called Buddhahood.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see anything.

"The donor has no chance to be with the Buddha, please go back!"

Damn, I even knelt down, but I got nothing. It was so painful.

Depending on his previous hot temper, Ye Xiong probably had already rushed over and pulled down the old guy's beard first.

After going out, Murong Ruyin hurried over and said anxiously: "How about it, have you asked for something?"

Ye Xiong shook his head: "What a shit Buddhist fate, I suspect it's just a pit."

"Let's go, let's find another way."

The three of them were about to leave, but suddenly Yang Xinyi came over and asked about the situation of the three.

Murong Ruyin told her the situation.

"Sister Xinyi, go in and try it. Although I don't believe in this Buddhist fate, it's okay to try it."

Ye Xiong suddenly remembered that only Yang Xinyi could approach the Buddhist sacred object of Longyin Temple. Maybe she had any Buddhist connections.

"Heart is happy, where is the righteousness?" Ye Xiong asked.

After the evil spirit killed the Bodhi Patriarch, the righteousness fell into her hands. I don’t know what to do with the evil spirit.

"What's wrong with it?" Yang Xinyi asked.

"It's nothing. Go in and try it. If you have Buddha's origin, just ask him where Umeti is."
Chapter completed!