Bab 398: Chapter 355: The Devotees Heading to Anjia, Separately (Seeking Monthly Votes!)

"Banana Milk Porridge!"

"Delicious banana milk porridge!"

Udoma, looking slightly mature with a shadow of a beard on his chin and a harmonious smile on his lips, was dressed in a red ceremonial robe.

He and several young ascetics were distributing the milk porridge at the entrance of the Temple!

A trace of ascetic power rippled through them.

Indra's gaze fell, those flickers of gaze falling like the mottled shadows beneath the broad leaves of the banana tree, landing on Udoma.

'Whoosh!'

At that moment, Udoma seemed to have a premonition.

He blinked, revealing his pale eyes, and turned his ears to the sides, listening to his surroundings.

"Teacher!"

"What's wrong?"

asked a nearby young ascetic.

Udoma slowly spoke, "I heard the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, the sound of clouds roaming the earth, and the sound of raindrops falling."

Hearing this, the nearby disciples looked up at the sky.