Xuanshan looked at Chen Ming, and then at the two people behind Chen Ming, Zhang San and Li, who looked like they were not Buddhists. He couldn't help but open his mouth, but he hesitated to speak, and he hesitated to speak.

Before he could debate whether to speak, Chen Ming noticed his confusion, smiled at him, and then answered.

"Master, do you have anything to ask?"

He looked at Xuanshan in front of him and asked.

"Amitabha……"

Xuanshan clasped his hands together and softly recited a Buddha's name.

"Little donor, you..."

His face was a little tangled, he looked at Chen Ming in front of him, and finally asked: "I wonder where it comes from?"

"The land of Yuanzhou..."

Chen Ming glanced at Xuanshan gently, looked at his tangled expression, and couldn't help but smile: "Just as the master thought..."

"Amitabha……"

Xuan Shan gently recited a Buddha's name and let out a deep sigh: "So that's how it is."

As a person from Leiyin Temple and a direct disciple of the previous generation of Buddha King, Xuanshan was naturally aware of the past when the two Buddhist disciples were born at the same time.

Therefore, when he felt the Buddhist power in Chen Ming before, he had some vague guesses.

When I heard Chen Ming admit it, I immediately understood what he meant.

That's why he sighed.

However, other monks around him did not think of this level.
Chapter completed!