Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Standing by the pool was a man, dressed in a dark gown, with a thin body. Because his back was facing, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his bald head showed his identity—he was a monk.

With his hands behind his back, he quietly looked at the pool of water, not knowing what he was thinking.

Standing behind the bushes, Qing Huan looked at him, feeling a very strange feeling in her heart—that person is...

Qing Huan took a deep breath and was about to move forward when she heard movement above her head, looked up and saw a golden light coming from a distance, and finally the golden light flew down and stopped beside the person by the pool, the golden light gradually It turned into a dragon shape—yes, it was a dragon, but the dragon was shrunk a bit, and it was only a dozen meters long.

The monk turned around and faced Qing Huan sideways, but Qing Huan still couldn't see his face clearly.He stretched out his hand to touch the dragon head that was leaning over, and the dragon also rubbed his face affectionately.

Suddenly, the monk pushed him away and asked, "What did you do just now?" His voice was soft and familiar.

With a flick of the long tail, it slowly transformed into a human form. It was a slender man wearing a jade crown and a white robe. His appearance was also vague, but there was a sense of sharpness all over his body.He was a head taller than the monk, bowed his head and said something in the monk's ear, the monk pushed him away again, and said coldly——

"Don't lie to me. Where does the bloody smell on your body come from? Killing is a great sin. Do you really want to fall into the devil's way and never recover?"

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend others." The man stopped the monk and laughed at himself: "If it is a sin, my birth is a sin, who dares to surrender me? What about the devil? The devil is still at ease, and it is better than the hypocrisy and righteousness above. Immortals are much better..."

The monk looked at him, and it took a long time before he said, "If you fall into the devil's way, don't come to me again."

The atmosphere between the two condensed instantly.

The man sighed: "Forget it, I listen to you, I will never kill again, even if someone wants to kill me, I will let him go..."

"What are you talking about?" The monk sighed: "I don't mean to let you be slaughtered. I don't want you to commit too many crimes. If your crime is too deep, there will be retribution. I don't want you to end up like that. ..."

"I know..." The man hugged the monk, and whispered something by his ear.

The monk leaned on him meekly, and the two murmured and laughed softly.

Qing Huan really wanted to see the faces of those two clearly, but she couldn't see clearly——

With a "click", the wooden branch was broken under his feet.

"Who?" The man shouted coldly, looking over with sharp eyes like a falcon, Qing Huan opened his eyes wide, and when he was about to see clearly, a tail covered with golden scales swept over, Qing Huan only felt When the strong wind came, the person leaped into the air, and finally landed far away on the ground——

"Hiss—" Qing Huan sat up in pain, and found that the palm of her hand was cut by the gravel on the ground, and there was a long bloodstain.

Wait—it's dawn?

Qing Huan looked around, but she was in a bamboo forest.Looking up, you can see the bell tower and Buddhist temple not far away - it should still be in the White Horse Temple.

Standing up from the ground, Qing Huan took out the tissue in her pocket and wiped her bleeding palms. Thinking of what happened just now, she also felt very strange, that monk, that man... If it was what she guessed...

At this moment, Qing Huan heard footsteps, and he subconsciously hid.

It's that monk again...

Qing Huan watched him walk over and immediately followed.

It turned out that there was a cave in the bamboo forest, which was usually covered by bamboo, so it was hard to see, and I thought it was a few big rocks.The monk pushed aside the bamboo and walked in. Qing Huan waited for almost a while before quietly following in.

When walking slowly inside, Qing Huan heard the voice of conversation coming from inside——

"...What are these things? I want to eat meat." The boy's voice was disgusted.

"Amitabha, this is the pure land of Buddhism, free from meat and fish." The monk whispered softly.

"Then there is always scrambled eggs, right? It's either steamed buns or porridge, radish, vegetables and tofu, is it for people to eat?" complained dissatisfied.

"Eggs are meat, so you can't eat them." The monk said patiently, "Donor, hurry up and eat. I'll take the dishes back when I'm done."

"What kind of Buddha, there are so many rules and heresies from a foreign race," the young man snorted coldly: "What kind of Buddha are you, do you really think you can see it?"

"The Buddha is in my heart." The monk said: "All living beings are disturbed and drowning in the sea of ​​suffering. The Buddha is compassionate and saves all living beings from the sea of ​​suffering..."

"Enough is enough, I don't want to hear it." The young man said: "If I want to eat these things like you for the rest of my life, and dedicate myself to your Buddha, I want my life—"

"The benefactor is a person in the world, so he naturally has his own destiny." The monk said: "The injury on the benefactor's body is also much better, and he can leave the mountain gate in a few days."

There was a "snap", like the sound of a bowl being dropped: "Are you driving me away?"

"Don't dare. The benefactor has said before that he wants to take revenge, so naturally he can't stay in Buddhism for long."

"To be honest, isn't it because I'm afraid that I will dirty your Buddhist pure land, and that I, a sinful person, will cause trouble to you? Okay, I'll go now!"

"donor!"

When Qing Huan heard the movement, it was too late to leave, so she could only stand there stupidly, thinking about the words that would hit her later——

The boy who ran out aggressively from inside was wearing a purple shirt, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a baby face that looked very vivid even when he was angry——

This was the first time that Qing Huan saw the appearance of the people here - he was stunned - because of the boy's face.

"Li'er..." Qing Huan muttered these two words silently - he never expected to meet Zhong Li here, it should be said that he looked exactly like him.

But the young man seemed to have not seen Qing Huan, and walked past Qing Huan angrily.

"donor……"

The monk chased out from inside, looking at the back of the young man leaving resolutely, feeling a little helpless, he sighed, stood where he was, and said "Amitabha".

Qing Huan stared at that face that was so real that it made people feel terrible—if you were allowed to meet another self, how would you feel?

Suddenly, the monk slowly turned his head and looked towards Qing Huan - Qing Huan's whole body seemed to be nailed to the stone wall, unable to move at all.

Those cold eyes were just like those seen in the mirror, staring at him without blinking...

Qing Huan's back felt completely chilled.

……

"Qing Huan... Qing Huan... Qing Huan..."

Someone is calling himself.

Are you dreaming?Or, is it just a dream now?

……

Qing Huan suddenly opened her eyes, raised her head, and saw Xue Yuan standing beside her—the Xue Yuan who appeared in front of her intact.

"Xue Yuan, why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here." Xue Yuan asked strangely, "Could it be that you can't remember anything after sleeping all night?"

"Sleeping all night..." Qing Huan's mind seemed to clear up a bit—"I was sleeping, so I was dreaming just now..."

"Yeah, you're dreaming, I can't wake you up all the time..."

"Oh, it turned out to be a dream." Qing cheered, "Now that it's dawn, let's go out and have a look... Hiss——"

The palm of my hand accidentally touched the table, and a sharp pain came.

Qing Huan raised her hand and saw several clearly visible bloodstains on her white palm...

Injured... like in a dream...

Isn't it a dream?

If that wasn't a dream...

Qing Huan shivered.