Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan walked into the door of "Wang Chuan", and a smell of incense came to his nostrils - he couldn't tell what it was, but it made him feel dazed for a moment. He shook his head, regained consciousness, and looked at the sitting The woman in red behind the counter.

"Guest, welcome." The woman nodded and smiled at Qing Huan, her eyes were as gentle as Wang Qiushui.

Qing Huan walked to the front of the counter: "Is this what your store sells?"

The woman shook her head slightly: "Those are not for sale, they are for gifting."

"Send?" Qing Huan asked with interest: "Who are you sending?"

"Give it to someone who is destined."

"Then how do you know who is your destined person?"

The woman looked at Qing Huan and smiled slightly: "Just play a game with me."

"what game?"

"Do you want to know your past life?" the woman asked.

Qing Huan was taken aback: "Past life?"

"Give me your hand."

Qing Huan hesitated, but still stretched out her hand.The woman held Qing Huan's hand—her hand was cold and greasy.

Qing Huan saw that she had closed her eyes, and it took about half a minute before she opened them—the redness in her pupils hadn't dissipated.

"What is it?" Qing Huan asked.

"A monk." The woman replied.

Qing Huan pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Really, monk?" From this, it can be seen that he is not credible, how could he be a monk... He did stay in the temple for a while, but it was only a few months, how could he be a monk? Become a monk?

Seeing Qing Huan's disbelief, the woman didn't get angry, but said in a soft tone, "I told you, it's your 'previous life'."

Qing Huan was taken aback, and suddenly understood——yes, in the previous life, even though he lived from the Republic of China to the present, it has been a hundred years, but he has never died in the middle, so there is no such thing as the past and the present, so what she said "the past life "It means...

"Your past life was not a hundred or hundreds of years ago, but nearly 2000 years ago."

"2000 years ago..." Qing Huan frowned: "Han Dynasty?" Believe it, but...

"You should have cultivated into a true fruit and ascended to immortality, but it's a pity..."

"What a pity?" Qing Huan asked.

"It's time, it's fate, a moment of kindness has brought evil, and it will never be restored." The woman looked at Qing Huan with a smile.

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment: "Why should I believe you?"

The woman lowered her head, opened the lid of a purple glazed jug, and scooped out the crystal clear liquid with a jade spoon, and put it in a porcelain cup. Then she put down the jade spoon, and handed the porcelain cup over: "Drink this and you will drink it." knew."

Qing Huan didn't reach out to pick it up, but frowned and said, "What is this?"

"Something that reminds you of your previous life."

Qing Huan took the cup, and finally took it. He smelled it first, but there was nothing.He frowned and drank the glass, which was tasteless, not even as good as water.Qing Huan didn't feel any aftertaste, put the cup back, was about to speak, but felt dizzy for a while, he reluctantly supported the counter in front of him, looked at the woman, only a red shadow shook... the strength in his whole body seemed to suddenly After pulling it away, he finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground...

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When Qing Huan woke up, her mind was in a daze, she opened her eyes and saw that she was lying on her own bed, looking around, there was no one there.

Looking out the window, it was already dark.The clock on the wall reads 08:30 in the evening—

Qing Huan clearly remembered that she was in... yes, "Wang Chuan"... that woman in red... She made herself drink the cup that was said to be able to awaken the memory of her previous life, and then she...

Qing Huan rubbed her head, completely unable to remember what happened next.

He went into the bathroom to wash his face, then went out of the room and went downstairs. He saw Xiao Lian in pajamas and pajama pants, sitting on the sofa with her knees hugged, watching a TV series. There were fights and murders in it, and he enjoyed watching it to the fullest.

"Xiaolian." Qing Huan called out.

Xiao Lian turned her head and saw Qing Huan, "Master, you have finally come down, Xiao Lian is starving to death~" in a completely coquettish tone.

Qing Huan walked over: "Xiao Lian, how did I come back?"

Xiao Lian blinked and asked strangely, "Master, didn't you come back?"

"I came back by myself?" Qing Huan couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, at five o'clock in the afternoon, the master came back by himself, and then went upstairs... At that time, I asked the master what to eat for dinner, but the master didn't answer me... I thought the master was in a bad mood today... ..."

"Why... I can't remember at all..." Qing Huan tapped her head—how could this happen...it must be the fault of that woman, the things she gave herself to drink are definitely weird...

However, the question now is, what did I do during the time when I lost my memory?

"Amitabha……"

At this moment, the sound of killing on the TV disappeared, and it was a deep male voice.Qing Huan looked over and saw a young monk standing among a group of people lying on the ground crying on the TV, with his hands clasped together, his expression peaceful, and he was muttering something silently.

When seeing that monk, many images flashed through Qing Huan's mind - the young monk in long robe sitting cross-legged in meditation in the Buddhist hall, sitting in front of the desk copying scriptures, adding sesame oil to the Buddhist lamp, feeding pond fish picks, etc. water vegetables...

However, he still couldn't see the young monk's face clearly.

Is it... true?

Qing Huan's expression was unpredictable.

"Master?" Xiao Lian carefully tugged at the hem of Qing Huan's clothes.

Qing Huan came back to her senses: "Xiao Lian, you can order takeaway by yourself, I have something to do."

After speaking, Qing Huan hurried upstairs and entered the study.He quickly turned on the computer and began to search for the information he was looking for.

In the memory that flashed through his mind just now, there were three words on the horizontal plaque on the temple gate of that temple - White Horse Temple...

Qing Huan looked at the information on the webpage——

The White Horse Temple was built in 68 A.D. during the period of Emperor Ming of the Eastern Han Dynasty.In 67 A.D., two eminent Indian monks, Kasyapa Moten and Zhu Falan, arrived in Luoyang with white horses carrying Buddhist scriptures and statues. Emperor Han Ming ordered to build a temple outside Yongmen in Luoyang. ".It was also at this time that Indian Buddhism was officially introduced to China.

"Eastern Han Dynasty... White Horse Temple..." Qing Huan muttered silently, frowning more and more tightly.