Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Do you remember everything?"

The voice behind made Qing Huan startled, he turned his head and saw Xue Yuan standing quietly in the rain - but now Xue Yuan looked completely different from the cowardly and cowardly person before, his whole person seemed to be coated with The aura of a wise man—no, there is indeed a faint light all over her body—Qing Huan blinked, and saw that Xue Yuan, who was about [-] years old, had turned into a kind-hearted white-bearded monk in his sixties.The moment she saw him, Qing Huan felt a surge of excitement in her heart.

He stood up, walked in front of the monk, suppressed the trembling in his voice and said, "Master."

"You and I are master and apprentice, but the friendship is like a father and son. Even though it has been so long, the relationship has never been broken." The old monk smiled.

"Master specially brought me here to awaken the memory of my previous life?"

"You owed too many love debts in your previous life, and you were tired of love. You failed to cultivate and died young. In this life, you still suffer from love disasters. I came to extradite you as a teacher. I hope I can enlighten you."

Qing Huan sighed: "Master, you are so worried about the disciple, but the disciple can't get rid of the world of mortals and devote himself to practice, which has failed the master's painstaking efforts..."

"You have the karma of Buddha and the root of wisdom, but the fate of water bone and flower life has always prevented you from transcending... If you can pass this emotional test, you can truly cultivate to a positive result." The old monk said.

"Master, I..." Qing Huan opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to say it.

"Master, I know you can't let go. If you can let go, you don't have to entangle the two lives." The old monk smiled and said: "Disciple, you don't have to worry too much. The first life of a mortal is only the word lust. You have no desire but you have love." , this is your destiny. If you can pay off the love debt you signed in this life, it will be over."

"Teacher knows, but it's easy to say, how can I repay this debt of love..."

"Let it be, don't force it." The old monk said slowly: "When you can really let go and detach yourself one day, that is the time for you to return to the seat of the Buddha."

"Master, this disciple doesn't understand..."

The old monk said with a smile: "Ask your heart. You had too many scruples at first, and you didn't dare to do whatever you wanted. Instead, you got more affection and locked yourself inside. Why don't you let go? You must have You have to experience it before you can fully understand it.”

"Master?" Qing Huan frowned, Master meant...

"Fool." The old monk knocked on Qing Huan's head, just like when the master and the apprentice lived together in this ancient temple thousands of years ago-"Practice doesn't have to be painstaking. , how you succeed in the end depends only on yourself. Selfishly speaking, the master only hopes that the disciple will be happy in the world, even if it is only for a lifetime."

"Master..." Qing Huan looked at the old monk who had been looking at her kindly all the time, and felt her nose sour—they were called masters and apprentices, but they were like father and son, no matter how long it had passed.

The old monk sighed and said: "I passed away that day and returned to the west, but I still can't let go of you, my apprentice. I have already thought that you are trapped by love and will never be safe in your life. I tried to prevent you from going down the mountain in the early years, but I still couldn't escape the entanglement with the outside world. I know that you and The love of the dragon demon later involved many people, but it was all fate, and I was powerless to return to heaven. Later, when I counted your death, I almost lost my soul. Saved by the Yin family, but there is no one in the world to drive you away..."

"Master," Qing Huan thought of this question after being reminded by the old monk, "I want to know where I was during the 1000 years I was vacant? Did I follow you to the Western world?"

The old monk shook his head: "It seems that you still haven't remembered everything. You were a soul and a yin body at that time. How did you follow me to the western world?"

"Then I..."

"It's also the god Yin who is infatuated..." The old monk shook his head and said, "Before he reincarnated in the lower realm, he begged for you that day from Qi Rensheng Great... plus I exerted force on the side, you will be exiled to the underworld..."

"The underworld? The underground palace?"

The old monk nodded: "It is said to be exile, but it is actually given a real job."

"What real job?"

"Mr. Wuchang. Even later, there was an extra Bai Wuchang. According to folklore, your position is Hei Wuchang."

At this time, Qing Huan recalled what Chongjia had said to himself that day—he was the only Bai Wuchang in the underground palace, and the position of Hei Wuchang was vacant. ...However, Chonggao forgot what kind of person Hei Wuchang was, but he insisted that "Hei Wuchang is a person with a gentle character and a good appearance"... It turned out that the rumored Hei Wuchang was himself.He has been Hei Wuchang in the underground palace for more than 1000 years, but suddenly reincarnated in the human world 80 years ago... No, Na Chongqian was also reincarnated at the same time as himself, and after the reincarnation, the two also had entanglements... What happened in the underground palace... Why are all the deeds of Heiwuchang erased, why Chongqie can't think of himself, why... and that son who is always weird to him...

"Master, do you know what happened to me in the underground palace?"

The old monk shook his head: "The underground palace is another world, and it is not controlled. I can't get a glimpse of the underground palace." Seeing Qing Huan frowning, the old monk said again: "It's up to you, but it's time to come. It will come, you don't have to worry too much."

Qing Huan was silent for a while, and then exhaled: "Yes, I will save you."

The old monk nodded and said: "As a teacher, I came down to earth while I was in samadhi. Now I should be in the ghost zone. The rest of the matter, you can do it yourself. Let nature take its course, don't force it, remember it." The old monk did not forget to emphasize at the end .

"My apprentice knows. Thank you master for your guidance... Master still has to worry about my disciple's affairs, my disciple..."

The old monk waved his hand: "Forget it, if you can be happier in this life, you will be willing to be a teacher."

"Master..." Qing Huan knelt down in front of the old monk and kowtowed to him: "I thank you, Master..."

He raised his head again, but Qing Huan didn't see the old monk anymore—he was bewildered, and stood up. Thinking of the past few days, he sighed and closed his eyes. The memory belonging to Xue Rang and Bai Qinghuan's memory slowed down. Slowly overlapping together... Xue Rang is Bai Qinghuan, but Bai Qinghuan...is not all Xue Rang...

Open your eyes, the original drizzle has long since disappeared, the sky is clear and the air is fresh.In front of him, there is a temple gate with its gate open to welcome pilgrims from all over the world. There are people coming and going, men, women, old and young.Beside the two stone-carved horses in front of the gate, tourists took turns to take pictures, and some children even urged their parents to hug and sit on the white horse stone sculpture of the Song Dynasty...

ended.

All time converges to one point.

The past five days were like a dream, and now, he has woken up from the dream.

Qing Huan didn't go into the White Horse Temple, but picked up the backpack on the ground beside her, put it on and headed for the road—Bai Qinghuan, it's time for you to go back.