Pure dust, my favorite is infinite

Pure high school student without hair

In the first life, he was a cow plowing the land, in the second life, he was a tit that was starved to death, and in the third life, he lived by begging in a bowl. In the eighth life, he was an ascetic monk who was murdered by his close relatives.

[If you don't make changes in this life, your ending will not be too good. 】

When Jingchen said this in Si Guo, he already had a sense of the picture in front of his eyes. It turns out that the word "miserable" is not an exaggeration at all, but a fact.

It's just that from Si Guo's description, it seems that the situation in each life will be better than the previous life, which may also mean that his crimes are being alleviated.

But because he has no memory of his previous life, he will not feel too much melancholy.

Just laugh it off.

With the help of Si Guo, he escaped from space and returned to the real world.

It was still the mountain road he was familiar with, but he never met the three of Peng Yun again. When he got down the mountain, he really realized the difference in the speed of time.

It is obvious that he has passed a few days in the game of banishing immortals, but only a few hours have passed in the real world.

It doesn't even affect him at all to continue to do the tasks assigned to him by his master.

This reassures him a lot. After all, he will definitely need to download dungeons in the future, as long as he doesn't suddenly disappear for a few days and make Master worry.

He walked for a while, went to the market to buy daily necessities and food that were in short supply in the temple, and did not return the same way until he had filled his cloth pockets.

Going up the mountain is always more strenuous than going down the mountain, and the heavy things on his body slowed down his speed. Fortunately, his physical strength is not bad and he is not very tired.

Seeing that it was getting dark, I stepped back to the temple in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Mufo Temple is a small temple with few people. Generally, few people come here to worship. Except for the temple fair, when it is a little lively, there are only two masters and apprentices at other times.

The reason why this place is called the Wooden Buddha Temple is that the Tathagata enshrined in the main hall is made of a thousand-year-old strange wood to build the Buddha body, which is very majestic, and people do not understand the mystery.

Jingchen immediately put down her things to visit her master who was sick in bed, even her pace was extremely fast.

Jingchen's master, named Miaoguang, was lying on the bed in the room, staring at the top of the mosquito net in a daze, and suddenly became excited when he heard Jingchen's return.

The light in his eyes was ignited, and he tried to sit up, but Jing Chen, who came to see him, quickly helped him up and leaned against the head of the bed.

Miao Guang is only 50 to [-] years old. He is middle-aged, but his gray sideburns do not match his actual age. His facial features still show the demeanor of an eminent monk when he was young.

It's a pity that although he has a great reputation, he still hasn't been able to achieve a positive result. Therefore, he is plagued by diseases and cannot get rid of it, and has become a burden on the clean dust.

"Why did you come back so late, didn't you encounter anything on the way?" In the past, Jingchen would come back after going down the mountain for no more than 6 hours, but this time it took so long...

I couldn't sleep with my eyes open, and my mind was full of prayers for Jingchen, hoping that he would return safely.

so far so good……

He raised his hand weakly, and Jing Chen immediately went to hold the other's hand. He had encountered so many things that he didn't know where to start to explain.

But Master has been a person of great wisdom in his eyes since he was a child, and he will definitely not feel that he is telling lies or suffering from delusional disorder.

The Adam's apple rolled quietly, and after sorting out the language, he briefly and clearly explained the things he encountered in the game, even when he entered the illusion and met the Venerable who had exactly the same appearance and name as himself, he also narrated all of them.

Because of his words, Miaoguang's face was full of deep thought, "It's all cause and effect."

His eyes were clear from the beginning to the end, without even the slightest shock or hesitation, it didn't seem to surprise him that such a thing happened to Jing Chen.

He even continued: "Since I met you, I have thought that your identity is not simple. I didn't expect that you are the reincarnation of the Venerable One among the Ten Arhats..."

Having said that, Miao Guang recalled the first meeting with Jing Chen...

It was a cold snowy day, and the ground was covered with white snow. At that time, his reputation was resounding all over the country, and many people traveled thousands of miles to Mufo Temple to see him to teach scriptures and explain their doubts.

At that time, he was also very healthy. Even in the sub-zero temperature of the ice and snow, he didn't feel cold. He was only wearing cassock, which looked a little thin.

But on this day, when he was walking quickly past the garbage dump, he suddenly heard a faint cry and stopped immediately.

I thought I heard it wrong, how could someone be so cruel to abandon the baby in the garbage dump in snowy weather, but when the source of the crying sound was found...

Even if he had traveled all over the country and was used to the warmth and coldness of people in the world, he would still feel sour because of the scene in front of him.

He took off the only cassock that was used to keep him warm, and wrapped the baby up.

He lowered his head to look at the baby's dirty cheeks. Even though most of his face was covered by patches of black ash, he could vaguely see the fragile skin, beautiful light amber eyes, and a faint mole on the M line of the upper lip of the small cherry mouth. , From this we can see how magnificent he should be when he grows up.

When sleeping in Miao Guang's arms, the baby not only stopped crying, but smiled, showing some compassion.

Facing the feeling that it was not suitable for a baby's age, Miao Guang shook his head, "Since you are destined to be with me, then practice Buddhism with me."

But when he was about to take the baby away, the other party started crying again. Miao Guang, who had no experience in raising babies, felt very embarrassed, and started to coax the baby very unskillfully.

There is a bit of humor in the picture, if someone who knows him sees it, he may laugh out loud.

Just when he didn't know what to do, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at another item in the garbage dump - a bowl with a red color. It looked exquisite in shape and precious in material, and it looked extraordinary at first glance.

He held the child in a rather unskilled posture, bent down and picked up the alms bowl.

The baby who was still crying just now stopped crying, laughed happily again, and wanted to touch the bowl.

Miao Guang knew at that time - not only this bowl is not a vulgar thing, but the baby is probably not a vulgar thing either.

From then on, the baby became his only direct disciple, and he tried his best to teach him everything he knew, and even sent him to the monastery to learn martial arts to strengthen his body.

Jingchen didn't let him down either. No matter what he studied, he could understand it at a glance. He was born with a more thorough understanding of Buddhism than others.

Even his eyesight surpassed most people's eyesight.

But from the time he picked up the clean dust, Miao Guang's ailments, big and small, never stopped, and in the end they accumulated, but even in his prime, he couldn't even get out of bed.

The Mufo Temple, which was originally considered to be a lot of incense, has gradually become lonely for no apparent reason, so that no one cares about it until now.

Fortunately, Jingchen is still taking good care of the temple, so the appearance of the Mufo Temple without cobweb dust is no different from that of 20 years ago.

Even the temple fair was organized by Jing Chen, and it was handled in an orderly manner.

"Jingchen, this is your chance. You must grasp it well and do more good deeds. I won't have any regrets when your merits and virtues are consummated and your golden body sits in the palace." Jingchen is happy.

Jing Chen's eyelashes trembled slightly. In his opinion, Master is already a family member. Compared with the consummation of merit, what he feels more guilty about is—"It must be because of my sinful karma that I have caused Master to suffer from illness. I just want to repay you for hurting Mufo Temple."

After he finished speaking, he handed the exchanged medicine to Master.

"It would be the best if you return to the Land of Ultimate Bliss and we can meet there." People who practice Buddhism, who doesn't want to be a disciple of Bodhisattva Buddha?

"Everything has changed and started to get better." After Miao Guang finished speaking, he slowly poured the medicine into his mouth.

Jingchen didn't say anything, and handed water to the master who started to cough again, the action was very familiar.

Before going to bed at night, he was still using his mobile phone to try to find out about the past, but the content on the webpage was different from what he saw in the illusion, and the possibility of fabrication was very high and it was not reliable.

He switched to the system panel to check, but in the end he only saw four words—insufficient authority.

So I don't worry about it any more, and spend the rest of my time with Master with peace of mind.After drinking Bian Que's magic medicine, Miao Guang's body recovered at an incredible speed, and he ate fast and chanted Buddha more devoutly.

Time passed quickly, and it was time to download the copy.

He invited Zhao Song to join the team through the panel as promised, and it was only an instant, the light was so dazzling that people had to close their eyes tightly.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed from the dilapidated Mufo Temple to a school corridor.

The two of them stood in the corridor, next to a classroom where they were doing morning self-study, and the sound of reciting was dense, bringing people back to their school days in an instant.

Jingchen supported his forehead, his delicate brows were slightly wrinkled, and he was still a little dizzy in the back of his brain. When he recovered, he found that his clothes had changed.

The white and dignified monk robes in the past have now become a white shirt without a single wrinkle, light gray trousers, and a dark red tie around his neck...

It was the first time he wore this kind of clothing, and he touched his bow tie uncomfortably.

Not to mention it was the first time he wore a school uniform, it was also his first time entering the campus.

Zhao Song next to him was not surprised at all. This was not the first time he had downloaded a copy of the campus background, he was very used to it, and stared at Jingchen carefully, with a serious expression as if he was looking for clues.

Finally, he touched his chin and said with a groan: "I found a very important thing, which may affect our future tasks."

Jingchen put down his hand, felt the vibration coming from the backpack, and knew that Chibo was greeting him, and Zhao Song aroused his curiosity: "What did you find?"

"I found that you don't look like a student?" Zhao Song was not picky about Jing Chen's appearance, and the other party didn't seem to be very old, ignoring his expression and tone, and his facial features were still childish. Feeling, it is not awkward with the student status.

It's the hair, and the ring scar...

Jingchen raised his hand and touched his perfectly shaped, round head, feeling a little wronged for a moment, this was the first time he was troubled by his hair.

A sound of footsteps caught Jingchen's sight, and he turned to look at the straight figure who was coming towards them, with some vigilance in his eyes.

The man was wearing pointed-toed leather shoes, which had a good texture, and they would make a steady sound when they stepped on the smooth floor of the corridor, and there was an invisible sense of oppression as they got closer.