"E-Elder!" Xiao Hua's voice nearly trembled as he stared fixedly at the old monk and probed, "I... I merely came to ask for directions. How... how did I become some Future Buddha Lord?"
Unfortunately, the old monk lowered his head again, turning a deaf ear to Xiao Hua's words as he focused on sweeping snow.
Xiao Hua had originally planned to leave, but how could he move now? He stood there quietly, his unblinking eyes fixed on the old monk. His Buddhist sense spread out completely, enveloping the entirety of Little Linglong Temple as well. Disbelief filled his gaze, while his heart pounded wildly and his mind weighed the credibility of the old monk's words.
Snowflakes continued to drift down. There was no biting north wind within Little Linglong Temple. By the time the old monk had swept only thirty percent of the courtyard, Xiao Hua had already made his decision. There were simply too many incomprehensible things in this world. Jiu Xia's art of foretelling the future, the Witch King's Divine Connection Technique, and his own Hand of Cause and Effect—were they not all capable of divination? Jiu Xia could calculate that he would appear in Huan Country; the Witch King could calculate that he would appear in Million Meng Mountain; for a Buddhist predecessor to calculate ninety years ago that he would appear in Little Linglong Temple... that was not impossible. Xiao Hua could choose to believe it.
Yet Xiao Hua still did not understand something. Why could this old monk recognize him at a single glance? Could it be that he knew Xiao Hua would come today? Or had a Buddhist predecessor left behind an image? If someone had known ninety years ago that he would come today and could even leave behind an image of the