Chen Lin stared at the Buddha statue before him, half as tall as a person, his face filled with shock.
The statue's lifelike face was none other than his own!
"How is this possible?"
Chen Lin murmured to himself, a chill shooting straight to his head.
Even if this Buddha statue had depicted the Demon Spirit from the Ancient Temple in Guyuan City, one of the figures in the Seven Buddha Painting, or even Nian Kong, he would not have been so astonished.
But this demonic statue actually depicted him from his previous life. That was truly too uncanny.
He clearly remembered that since transmigrating, he had never disguised himself with his previous life's appearance. That face should not have existed anywhere in this world, so how could it have been carved into a Buddha statue?
Could someone have looked exactly like him in his previous life-and been a monk, no less? Or was this world somehow connected to his previous life, meaning his transmigration had not been a coincidence?
The more Chen Lin thought about it, the more bewildered he became.
Moreover, the Buddha statue was pitch-black all over, its hands forming a bizarre dharmic formula. One glance was enough to identify it as something demonic. Having his own appearance associated with it made it impossible to remain calm.
He drew a deep breath. A red lotus appeared in his palm, and he raised his hand, intending to burn the Buddha statue to ashes.
But after some thought, he withdrew his True Fire Divine Ability.
"I can't act rashly. This world is full of strange things. If this object really is connected to my previous life, destroying it could have unpredictable consequences. That would be trouble."
Chen Lin restrained his impulse and analyzed the situation calmly.
"To unravel this