Chapter 3394

Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the leaf, somewhat astonished. Under the heavy snow, the leaf was still verdant, without the slightest trace of wilting or yellow. The contrast between the snow white and the green of the leaf made the vitality of the green leaf even more obvious.

Looking at the tree trunk that he had crashed into, he realized that it was different from an ordinary tree trunk. This tree trunk was several feet in size, and it was not an independent tree trunk. Instead, it was formed by dozens of tree trunks clustered together. These dozens of tree trunks were rugged and coiled together into a cluster. Each of the individual tree trunks was strong and powerful, and the bottom of the tree trunks was deeply embedded in the snow-covered foothills. When he reached the middle of the tree trunk, these dozens of tree trunks coiled together into one. Branches, leaves, and leaves spread out from the top of this tree trunk, covering an area of several hundred feet to his left.

"What kind of strange tree is this?"

The pitiful Xiao Hua came from the barren Dawn Rain Continent of the Buddhist Sect, so he naturally didn't know the origin of this tree. He inwardly wondered, "This tree doesn't look like an ordinary spiritual tree, but if it isn't a spiritual tree, how can it still maintain its leaves and branches so green in this heavy snow?"

Thinking of this, Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the small temple not far away. He smiled and said, "Wouldn't it be fine if I go over and ask?"

The small temple wasn't big, it was comparable to the Jiangchao Mountain Range's Jiangchao Temple. Moreover, the front of the small temple was covered in snow and there were no traces of anyone passing by. Xiao Hua already knew that this must be another dilapidated temple.

When Xiao Hua arrived in front of the small temple, he turned his head and looked at the winding footprints he left behind along the way. A kind of understanding appeared in his heart: "Wild geese leave their sound when they pass by, people leave their names when they pass by. This Xiao only occasionally passed by this mountain and left behind such a heavy snow.

Although the sky is clear after the snow, and no one knows this Xiao's journey, but what about this Xiao's heart?

What about this Xiao's memories?

What about the great master of this temple? "

"Forget it, forget it. A person's journey, the shadow of heaven and earth, the chaos of the world, who can understand?"

Xiao Hua suddenly felt that he seemed to have aged a lot, everything would make him sad. He hurriedly shook his head and looked at the plaque above the small temple.

"Young … Ling … Wang Si??"

The signboard of the temple was clearly written in Sanskrit. Xiao Hua could also be considered to be able to read it, but this signboard was truly very old. It looked almost as old as the spiritual herbs in Xiao Hua's space. Therefore, the writing on the signboard had long been blurred. Xiao Hua tried to decipher it a few times and simply gave up. He lifted his foot and was about to walk up the steps to knock on the similarly tattered temple door.

Suddenly, Xiao Hua stopped, because the steps in front of the temple gate were abnormally clean, with only a few snowflakes drifting down with the wind. It was clear that someone had just cleaned it.

Xiao Hua hastily retreated a few steps and shook his body. The snowflakes around him flew up, revealing Xiao Hua's unusually dry clothes.

But just as those snowflakes were about to fall, Xiao Hua seemed to have thought of something. With a wave of his hand, all of the snowflakes once again landed on his body. Then, Xiao Hua extended his hand and wiped his head. Then, he patted his body several dozen times, shaking off most of the accumulated snow. After leaving a portion of the accumulated snow, he respectfully stepped forward and knocked on the bronze ring on the temple's door.

"Dang dang dang …" The sound of the door knocker wasn't loud, but it was very clear. Amidst the "shuffling" of the falling snow and the "whooshing" of the breeze, the sound of the door knocker spread far and wide …

However, after a moment, he didn't hear any sound coming from inside the temple gate, nor did he hear any footsteps.

"I know …" Xiao Hua tentatively pushed the door. The temple gate was unlatched, so when he pushed it open, there wasn't any screen wall in front of him, but rather a small open space. The first thing that entered Xiao Hua's eyes was an orange-red mass!

When Xiao Hua focused his eyes, he could already see clearly that it was a monk wearing strange orange-red clothing lying on top of a pile of snow. On the other side of the monk was a half-swept open space.

"Aiyo ~" Seeing this, Xiao Hua didn't dare to be negligent. Just as he was about to fly over to rescue the monk, he saw the motionless monk's entire body twitch. Then, slowly and with great difficulty, he curled up from the ground and crawled up.

At this moment, Xiao Hua could see clearly that this was an old man who was over sixty years old. The skin on his face was very dark red, and his entire face was covered with wrinkles, just like a walnut. Under his snow-white eyebrows, there was only a kind of turbidity in his eyes.

The old monk stood up. First, he looked around. Then, he slowly bent down and picked up a strange orange-red hat that looked like a cockscomb from the ground. He carefully knocked off the snow on the hat, then carefully put it on his bald head.

Xiao Hua could see clearly that although the old monk was careful, there seemed to be a problem with his eyes. Cleaning the hat was completely based on his intuition. At the end of the strange hat, there were a lot of snow that he didn't knock off.

After putting on the hat, the old monk bent down again with great difficulty. He picked up a broom from the ground and slowly started sweeping.

Although the old monk was sweeping, he was sweeping too slowly. The snowflakes in the sky were too big. Just as he swept, another snowflake fell. It was as if the old monk hadn't swept at all.

Xiao Hua quietly stood at the entrance of the temple. He didn't make a sound, nor did he approach. He only silently watched. This old monk was completely different from Seven Suns Temple's Dao Shan. One was in the Hidden Immortal Continent, the other was in the Western Paradise. One was a disciple of the Dao Sect, the other was a disciple of the Buddhist Sect. However, in Xiao Hua's eyes, the two of them didn't seem to be any different. The broom that the old monk waved was very similar to the spoon that Dao Shan used to give porridge. They were both so firm and so persistent.

Seeing that the empty space wasn't that big, the old monk swept it for the time it took to eat a meal. When the old monk turned around, the entire empty space was covered in a layer of snow.

This empty space was a small square in front of the temple's main hall. It wasn't like the steps in front of the temple that were blocked by eaves. Seeing that the old monk didn't say anything and didn't even raise his head and started sweeping again, Xiao Hua could only cough.

The snowflakes were so big and the old monk's movements were so slow. Xiao Hua didn't doubt that unless the snow stopped, the old monk would never be able to finish sweeping.

Unfortunately, Xiao Hua's ordinary cough didn't attract the old monk's attention. The broom was still sweeping the empty space.

Xiao Hua raised his head and looked at the somewhat gloomy main hall. After hesitating for a moment, he still released his Buddhist sense. After taking a rough look, he knew that there was no one else in this temple other than the old monk. Xiao Hua could only walk in front of the old monk. He clasped his hands together and called out, "Amitabha Buddha. Elder, how are you?"

"Hmm …" The old monk acted as if he didn't hear Xiao Hua's words, or perhaps he was simply unfazed by the chaos. He snorted and ignored Xiao Hua. After sweeping several feet in front of Xiao Hua, he seemed to have suddenly understood. He slowly raised his head and looked at Xiao Hua with his murky eyes. When his gaze landed on Xiao Hua's bald head, he slowly hugged the broom in his arms and clasped his hands together. "Amitabha, you've finally come!"

"I … I'm finally here?

Elder, what do you mean? "

Xiao Hua was somewhat puzzled. However, he wasn't surprised because in Xiao Hua's eyes, the old monk didn't see his face at all. He only saw his bald head. Other than the old monk mistaking him for someone else, he didn't make any other guesses.

"Elder, you mistook me for someone else!" Xiao Hua said with a smile. "I …"

Everything about the old monk was slow, whether it was sweeping or speaking. However, since the old monk spoke, the old monk didn't pay attention to Xiao Hua's words. He asked again, "What is your Buddhist name?"

The old monk's words just happened to interrupt Xiao Hua. Xiao Hua faintly smiled. He knew that the old monk didn't listen to his words, so he replied, "I don't need to mention my Buddhist name …"

That's right, Xiao Hua didn't shave his head. He wasn't an orthodox Buddhist disciple. Where did his Buddhist name come from?

However, the old monk seemed to be able to understand at this time. He nodded slightly and said, "Oh, so you're called Bodhi!"

"Bodhi?"

Xiao Hua didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This old monk was really good at interrupting. He actually found his Buddhist name in such a short time.

The old monk was even more interesting. After saying this sentence, he picked up the broom again. He seemed to have forgotten Xiao Hua and started sweeping the snow again. He swept for a moment before he stopped and said slowly, "Bodhi, Bodhi?

My Buddhist sect … doesn't seem to have this seniority!

Oh, right, little monk, you're a layman disciple of my Buddhist sect? "

"Yes, I'm a layman disciple!"

Xiao Hua thought for a moment and could only reply. He didn't enter the Buddhist sect and cultivated the Buddhist sect's cultivation method. It was appropriate to say that he was a layman disciple.

However, Xiao Hua was very doubtful whether the old monk heard him say this sentence.

Because after saying this sentence, the old monk started sweeping the snow again. It seemed that if the snow didn't stop, he wouldn't stop sweeping. Besides sweeping the snow, he didn't do anything else!

Xiao Hua sighed. He knew that his purpose of inquiring about information wouldn't be realized. After thinking for a moment, he bowed and said, "I won't disturb the elder's cultivation. I'll take my leave …"

Just as he stood up, the old monk raised his head again. His turbid eyes didn't know whether he was looking at Xiao Hua or at the temple door behind Xiao Hua. He said, "This poor monk has been waiting in this Xiao Ling Long Temple for ninety years. Now, this poor monk has reached the point where the oil lamp has dried up. Calculating … you should have come in two days. This poor monk has finally completed the mission of my Xiao Ling Long Temple and led the Future Buddha to the Pure Land World!"

"Boom …" In an instant, Xiao Hua's bald head seemed to be bombarded by a pillar of Awe-Inspiring Qi. When Xiao Hua heard the words "Xiao Ling Long Temple", he immediately thought of his "Exquisite Leaf Scripture". When the old monk said the words "Future Buddha", although the old monk's words were very soft and even somewhat inaccurate, in Xiao Hua's ears, it was almost like a bolt from the blue. Large beads of sweat seeped out from the top of his head!

His whole body was slightly swaying. Looking at the monk sweeping the snow in front of him, an indescribable strangeness arose from the bottom of his heart …