Rebirth in the 1980s: Xiaoxiao's road to becoming a top student

Yan Xiaoxiao’s first thought was: Where did these African refugees come from?

The second thought was: Master found an ancestor for himself!

She parked her bike and ran into the kitchen. The room was filled with black smoke and she couldn't see the situation clearly, so she had to use her spiritual sense.

Her mouth opened wider and wider. Was she going to tear down her kitchen?

There were toppled tables, chairs and benches on the ground, as well as broken pieces of bowls and dishes. The stove was full and thick smoke was billowing out.

Tears instantly welled up in her eyes and while crying she pulled the firewood out of the stove.

He picked up a handful of firewood that was emitting black smoke from one end and walked out of the kitchen and placed it next to the door. He then poured a bucket of cold water on it and did this three times before the black smoke stopped coming out of the stove.

The man dressed in black quietly watched Yan Xiaoxiao busying herself, until he met her tearful eyes looking at him, and the "black man" seemed to freeze.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry, I don't know how to make a fire! Don't cry, I will compensate you!" Jingxin's voice was still calm without any ripples.

Yan Xiaoxiao wiped the tears from her face, leaving a few black marks on it: "Don't get me wrong, it's caused by the smoke!"

Seeing that Jingxin was still a little at a loss, Yan Xiaoxiao sighed and drove him to the hot spring pool behind the bamboo forest.

I started to clean up the messy kitchen.

When Jingxin washed and changed into a clean monk's robe and came out again, he saw a table full of delicious food.

His eyes fixed for a moment, and he sat down silently. Yan Xiaoxiao raised her chin and said, "Try it!"

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a few vegetables and put them in his mouth, and his eyes lit up instantly.

Neither of them spoke and they finished their meal in silence.

Jingxin put down the chopsticks in his hand and rubbed his bloated stomach. His face was as calm as ever, but his red ears revealed some of his embarrassment.

Although he followed his master to practice in the temple, there were special people taking care of his food, clothing, housing and transportation, so he didn't need to worry about them.

I wanted to cook a meal today, but I almost burned down the kitchen.

I secretly glanced at Yan Xiaoxiao. I didn't expect that this girl's cooking was so delicious. It seems that this trip was worth it.

Yan Xiaoxiao slumped in the chair, "I'll cook, you wash the dishes!"

Jingxin nodded. He knew this. He had studied it for a few days in the beginning in order to train himself.

Yan Xiaoxiao felt a little uncomfortable watching his clumsy movements, so she just got up and left.

Just as she reached the kitchen door, she heard the sound of porcelain falling to the ground and breaking, and her pace quickened.

It’s okay, it’s okay, you’ll get used to it after falling down a few times!

We will be together for five years, so we can't let her be a nanny! She still needs some essential skills for life.

Yan Xiaoxiao returned to her room and remembered that she had not yet prepared a place for Jingxin to live. She went into the bamboo forest again and cleaned out a bamboo house.

She took out a bed, a table, a chair, and some bedding from the space, and quickly made the bed, nodding with satisfaction.

When Jingxin saw the room that Yan Xiaoxiao had decorated for him, he didn't say anything for a long time.

Although his face remained gentle as usual, Yan Xiaoxiao felt that he was disgusted.

“Amitabha, please put these things away!”

Yan Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, she was really disgusted. Without saying anything, she waved her hand, and everything in the room disappeared in an instant.

Jingxin also waved his hand. Yan Xiaoxiao widened her eyes and felt that her eyes were not enough.

The golden nanmu bed was exquisitely carved and richly decorated, and the hanging curtains were all exquisitely embroidered.

On the large table were placed writing brushes, inkstones, and paper, all of which were of high quality. On the back of the chair next to the table was a four-clawed dragon carved.

There was a bookshelf full of books next to the wall. Between the bed and the bookshelf was a very exquisite lamp stand, on which was placed a night-shining pearl as big as a child's head.

The floor was covered with white carpet. Yan Xiaoxiao stepped on it and felt the softness under her feet. As expected, a black footprint was left behind.

"So soft!" She laughed awkwardly. That kick was intentional. This monk was too arrogant. It was really annoying!

He smiled nonchalantly, two dimples appeared on his cheeks, and his eyes were clear and bright, making his facial features look extraordinarily handsome.

Yan Xiaoxiao gasped. She finally understood why this man didn't smile normally. It was simply tempting people to commit a crime!

"You'd better stop laughing!"

Jingxin's smile faded and he returned to normal.

When Yan Xiaoxiao returned to her own little house, she was immediately displeased. How could a little monk be so heroic?

Look at my own house again, well, it’s not bad!

Yan Xiaoxiao was not a person who pursued enjoyment. She was just a little envious for a moment, but she quickly put these emotions behind her and continued studying.

The next morning, Jingxin was awakened by a burst of gibberish in English.

Following the sound, I saw Yan Xiaoxiao listening and reading very seriously in front of Yan Qing's grave.

Jingxin didn't understand what was going on until Yan Xiaoxiao listened to it.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Xiaoxiao was immersed in her studies and was startled when she heard the question.

He turned around and glared at the little monk, "Why are you talking so loudly? You scared me to death!"

Pure Heart:…

"Why did you think of studying here?" Jingxin really couldn't think of the reason. No normal person would think of disturbing a dead person, right?

Yan Xiaoxiao glanced at him and said, "Of course I'll let Master come and settle the score with me!"

After saying this, she didn’t care whether Jingxin understood or not. She packed up her things and went out to cook. She couldn’t be late again today.

Jingxin stood there for a long time before he slowly spoke, "I finally understand why the donor wanted me to follow her for five years."

This person simply cannot judge according to normal human thinking. Yan Qing is afraid that his disciple will lose control and do something irreversible. Thinking of the three people who were abused the day they first arrived, he finally sighed.

The food cooked by Yan Xiaoxiao is impeccable. Jingxin has eaten all kinds of delicious food since he was a child, but for some reason he still thinks that the food cooked by Yan Xiaoxiao tastes better.

After Yan Xiaoxiao went out to school, he returned to the bamboo forest.

The two got along quite happily over the next few days, just like old friends.

Yan Xiaoxiao had already guessed what her master was up to, so she naturally wouldn't chase him away. Jingxin would definitely do what he promised.

In their spare time, the two of them would occasionally play chess and drink tea, but such times did not happen often.

Yan Xiaoxiao's heart is focused on studying and she never dares to relax.

Jingxin was worried that something might happen to her if she was too tense, so she asked her to listen to Buddhist scriptures for an hour every day.

Yan Xiaoxiao was reluctant at first, but she compromised after Jingxin moved out her own master.

After listening to it for a few days, I noticed the benefits. I slept more soundly at night and my mind became calmer. I felt as if I had been cleansed and felt very relaxed.

She looked at the little monk and said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to have such a skill?"

Jingxin lowered her eyes, "I want to eat boiled fish tonight!"

Yan Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes. Is this a fake monk?

One time, she prepared a table full of meat dishes out of mischievousness, expecting to see the little monk make a fool of himself. However, the monk started eating without changing his expression, which shocked Yan Xiaoxiao so much that her jaw dropped.

Can monks eat these? She wiped her eyes doubtfully, looking at Jingxin who was eating with a satisfied look on his face, and felt that she had no chance to meet the old abbot of Huangjue Temple.

What should I do if she leads people astray?

Jingxin gave Yan Xiaoxiao a look after he had eaten his fill. "What's that look? The monks on our fairy island are not monks in the traditional sense, and they don't have any abstentions. Isn't there a saying here: Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha remains in the heart."

Yan Xiaoxiao closed her wide mouth, thinking that she was too inexperienced.

She considers herself a very qualified dining partner. As long as her partners tell her what they want to eat, she will make it for them.

This is thanks to the fact that there are plenty of ingredients in the space. You can find whatever you want to eat, which is very convenient!

Her space had changed a lot in the past ten years, and the most important thing was that someone, oh... no, a little fairy took care of it.