923 Amitabha Buddha

On the bustling streets, countless pedestrians came and went, and Jiang Chen stood among them, walking aimlessly forward with the crowd. Only, his detached aura made him seem starkly out of place in this dusty world.

As he walked, Jiang Chen suddenly frowned and turned his gaze toward a young man passing by him. He felt a familiar aura emanating from this young man.

"This young man…"

Turning around, Jiang Chen looked toward the young man and saw that he had sharp brows and bright eyes, and was extremely handsome. He was dressed in a moon-white scholar's robe, exuding an elegant and gentle temperament.

But that was not the point. The point was, this young man bore a striking resemblance to Jiang Chen.

"Amitabha, is it you?"

Standing still, Jiang Chen watched the young man's receding figure, silently pondering.

From this young man, he saw shadows of himself. If all went as expected, this young man was indeed the reincarnation of Amitabha Buddha.