"If the Buddha reincarnates, be sure to inform me of his visit." Mu Qianyu explained.
"Yes, Emperor, walk slowly." The novice monk responded.
Mu Qianyu left Lan Jia's Zen room. No matter how much he thought about it, he felt that things were a bit strange. Although refining the Demonic Cone was a big deal, there was no need to be in such a hurry.
Don't you even want to join in the excitement of solving puzzles? This is not Fatty Lan's character.
"Your Majesty, our Buddhist monastery is over here." Liu Xiner quickly reminded her when she saw that His Majesty had gone the wrong way.
"That's right, we are going to visit the old man Zufo. It would be rude not to come to visit after such a long time." Mu Qianyu said as he walked away.
"But do you know where the temple of the ancestral Buddha is?" Liu Xiner asked in confusion.
Mu Qianyu nodded slightly to a young monk walking towards him.
The young monk was only a teenager and did not recognize Mu Qianyu. Seeing this stunning beauty, he couldn't help but blush. He stammered in return: "Female...female donor."
"Little master, can you take my sister to the palace where the ancestral Buddha lives?" Mu Qianyu smiled sweetly.
"Well, the ancestor Buddha doesn't see guests, so he invites a female donor..."
"It's okay if you don't see me. I'll just take a look at you from a distance, sister." Mu Qianyu said in a friendly manner.
The young monk also lost his ability to judge for a moment. He felt that if a girl wanted to have a look, he could just go and have a look. What destructive power it could have.
So he nodded and said: "The female donor, please come with the young monk."
"Thank you, little master. The little master is so handsome, why can't he think about becoming a monk?" Mu Qianyu looked at the shyness of the little monk and couldn't help but make fun of him.
"Female donor, don't tell lies. How can you say that taking refuge in my Buddha is... you can't think about it?" The young monk persisted, but the answer was still not fluent.
Mu Qianyu smiled: "What the young master said makes sense, but I am a little curious. Are all Buddhists pure-hearted and stoic?"
"That's natural." The young monk said without thinking.
"If this is the case, there will be a lot less fearful disputes." Mu Qianyu said and then asked: "Does the young master know whether the candidate for the new ancestral Buddha has been approved?"
The young monk had a look of sadness on his face when he heard this, obviously thinking about the impending death of the ancestor Buddha.
"No." He answered, shaking his bald head.
"What should we do if there is no heir to such a great cause?" Mu Qianyu's tone was calm and profound.
"Probably Ramga Buddha. Ramga Buddha is the only direct disciple of the ancestor Buddha among the eight Buddhas. His Dharma is profound and very prestigious." The young monk continued.
"Oh?" Mu Qianyu really didn't know about the relationship between Langa and the ancestor Buddha before. In this way, he is a direct descendant.
"What the female benefactor doesn't know is that the ancestral Buddha thought highly of Buddha Langa. This Buddha was the only one sent to the battle of the Demon Gate." The young monk continued.
Mu Qianyu nodded matter-of-factly: "I know this."
The two of them were talking as they walked. The young monk was respectful all the way and did not even dare to look at Mu Qianyu when he spoke. There were many oriental influencers coming this time, but it was hard to guess which genius they were from the way they dressed and talked.
"Female donor, this is the temple of the ancestral Buddha. You can just look at it from a distance...don't get close...female donor..."
As the young monk was talking, he noticed that the female donor swayed past the guard at the door and walked into the high wall. Inside was the Mahavira Hall, and beyond was the Zen room where the ancestor Buddha rested.
He was speechless and his mind was in knots. This couldn't be an assassin.