"About the news about the night-blooming night-blooming flower, you'd better ask a Buddhist. In the Buddhist teachings, there are many places that record the news about the night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming night-blooming flower. I know an ascetic monk and will take you to ask him later.
." Blue said.
"Hurry up." Ye Xiong said impatiently.
Next, Blue led the three of them through many turns and finally passed through a dilapidated house.
This is an extremely dilapidated hut, with many monks sitting on the ground inside, all wearing Buddhist cassocks.
Some of these monks were so hungry that they were skin and bones, their clothes were ragged, and they had no relatives, but they still believed in the Buddha devoutly.
Perhaps in their hearts, they still long for the Buddha to bring them a better life.
Just look at how they look now, it's so miserable!
At this time, one cannot help but wonder, does it really make sense to believe in the so-called Buddha?
"Ah Xiong, 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 the dozens of lonely old monks in the room, with pity in her eyes. He immediately knew what she was thinking.
She must be trying to get some food for these monks.
"Do what you like, I support you."
Ye Xiong and Murong Ruyin followed Blue and walked in.
Yang Xinyi left the shabby house, walked out, turned a few corners, and came to the street. She saw a place selling buns next to her, so she bought a big bag full of them, and then returned to the shabby house.
"Come, let's have something to eat." Yang Xinyi opened the bag.
A group of monks had been very hungry for a long time. When they saw the steamed buns, they all gathered around.
However, no matter how hungry they are, they are very disciplined, unlike ordinary beggars who just come around and grab everything.
Moreover, they don’t take much, just enough to eat.
This may be the difference between these so-called monks and beggars.
Yang Xinyi stood nearby, watching these monks eating steamed buns, and sighed softly.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that there were still countries in the world that were so backward that they couldn't even satisfy simple wishes like food and clothing.
She didn't notice at all that among the crowd, an old monk kept looking at her, with a strange light shining in his eyes.
"I left the bread here. If anyone still wants to eat, come and get it."
Yang Xinyi clapped her hands and was about to leave, when she suddenly found a golden Buddha statue falling on the ground.
This Buddha statue is very strange, it looks like gold but not gold. Holding it in your hand, you can vaguely feel a drum of sacred energy.
"Who dropped this Buddha statue?" Yang Xinyi asked.
She thought it was dropped by the monks when they were getting steamed buns, but she didn't know that no one claimed it when she asked one by one after holding the Buddha statue.
"Did those people drop it when buying bread?"
Since no one claimed it, Yang Xinyi had no choice but to put the Buddha statue away and walked in.
the other side.
Ye Xiong and Murong Ruyin followed Bu Lu and walked to the innermost room.
"This old man's name is Master Jialuo. He is an ascetic monk. He has traveled all over India in the past few years. He is familiar with Buddhism and knows everything. It is said that only a person who has the connection with Buddha will answer your question, and he will only answer
One." Blue said.
"Buddha connection?" Ye Xiong expressed confusion.
"I don't know what Buddha's fate is, but I heard that he hasn't answered questions for several years, and no one who comes to him has a blessing," Blue said.
"Why do I feel that the people here are all mysterious?"
Ye Xiong had no choice but to follow the local customs and said to Murong Ruyin: "Go in first and be careful."
Murong Ruyin nodded and walked in.
After a while, she came out.
"Do you have any connection with Buddha?" Blue asked.
Murong Ruyin shook her head and said to Ye Xiong: "I'm sorry, I didn't see anything. He said that I have no Buddhist connections and cannot answer any of my questions."
"Wait for me here, I'll go in first."
After Ye Xiong finished speaking, he walked in.
Inside was an empty room, empty, with nothing in it.
An old monk wearing cassocks sat on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he was in trance.
"Hello, Master." Ye Xiong walked over and greeted him devoutly.
The old monk opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Ye Xiong, and he was immediately startled.
I saw that the old monk's eyes turned gray, as if covered with a layer of frost, and he was clearly blind.
Ye Xiong had just heard from Bu Lu that this old monk was an ascetic who had traveled all over India.
But he is a blind man, how can he walk?
Unless he is also a monk at the fifth level of Qi refining or above and uses his spiritual sense to guide the way.
However, Ye Xiong could not feel a trace of vitality fluctuations in him.
"Kneel down," the old monk said.
Only then did Ye Xiong discover a futon on the ground. In front of the futon was a stone wall with nothing on it.
Ye Xiong had never knelt down since he was a child, because he felt that men had gold under their knees and would not kneel down easily. But for some unknown reason, he knelt down without any resistance at this time.
"Tell me, what did you see on the wall?" the old monk asked.
Ye Xiong looked intently at the wall, but unfortunately, he saw nothing.
Could it be that like Murong Ruyin, I have no connection with Buddhism?
"Master, I would like to ask, what is Buddha's fate?" Ye Xiong couldn't help but ask.
After finally finding this place, he knelt down and couldn't find any information, which made him very unwilling.
"Buddha is a kind of fate that can only be understood but cannot be explained in words."
Ye Xiong looked at the white wall again, examining it carefully to see if he could realize the so-called Buddhist fate.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see anything.
"The donor has no connection with the Buddha, please come back!"
Damn it, I even knelt down, but I didn’t get anything. It’s really painful.
Given his previous fiery temper, Ye Xiong would have probably rushed over and plucked the old guy's beard off first.
After going out, Murong Ruyin hurriedly came over and asked anxiously: "How are you doing? Can you ask me anything?"
Ye Xiong shook his head: "What bullshit Buddha fate, I suspect it's just a trap."
"Let's go, let's find another way."
The three of them were about to leave when suddenly Yang Xinyi came over and asked about their situation.
Murong Ruyin told her the situation.
"Sister Xinyi, you go in and give it a try. Although I don't believe in this kind of Buddhist fate, you might as well give it a try."
Ye Xiong suddenly remembered that only Yang Xinyi could get close to the Zhengqi Fruit, a sacred Buddhist object in Longyin Temple. Maybe she had some connection with Buddhism.
"Xinyi, where is the Zhengqi Fruit?" Ye Xiong asked.
After the evil spirit killed Patriarch Bodhi, the Zhengqi Fruit fell into her hands. I don’t know what the evil spirit did with it.
"Still in the inner world, what happened?" Yang Xinyi asked.
"It's nothing. You go in and try. If you have a source of Buddha, just ask him directly where the Upheaval Flower is."