My uncle is Lin Zhengying

Then he lowered his head and looked at himself. He was dressed in a gray monk robe and arhat shoes on his feet.

Touch your head again...

Hey!

Naked, with ring scars on it!

I rub it!

I became a fucking monk?

Zhang Jing didn't know why, but suddenly came up with a ridiculous idea, thinking that he should not be a monk.

"Huian, you have to concentrate when doing your homework and don't get distracted."

A kind but majestic man's voice came from the side.

Zhang Jing turned his head and glanced at him. He was a dignified monk in cassock. It seemed that even if he wasn't the abbot, he was also a first-class eminent monk.

What made Zhang Jing even more puzzled was that he subconsciously replied: "Yes, Master."

After answering this, the sense of inexplicable absurdity in Zhang Jing's heart became even stronger.

Simultaneously.

A lot of memories seemed to be poured into his mind.

My name is Hui'an, and I was an orphan since I was a child. When I was about to die of starvation, I was rescued by Zen Master Tongguang, an eminent monk in the meditation hall of Lanruo Temple, and brought him back to Lanruo Temple. From then on, I became a young monk.

"I'm really a monk? Is my name really Huian?"

Whoa!

Following Zhang Jing's self-doubt, there seemed to be something in his mind that was about to recover, and many others flooded in.

"No! I'm not Hui'an, my name is Zhang Jing!"

"Zhang Jing... yes! Zhang Jing!"

Zhang Jing kept shaking and patting his head.

A lot of things wanted to come out of my mind, but they were suppressed by some strange force. It was not painful, but a little uncomfortable.

It's like dreaming.

It's hazy, and the cognition of the world is specious. Some things are obviously common sense, but they can't see clearly or remember.

"Huian!"

Master Tongguang's voice came again, but this time it was much more severe, reprimanded: "The six sense organs are not clean! Your heart is restless again, and you can't calm down! I punish you for carrying water for the master, and empty all the water tanks in the backyard. Pick until it's full!"

"Yes! Master."

Zhang Jing nodded, he didn't seem to be surprised by this kind of punishment, and he didn't take it seriously, which was something he had often done in the past many years.

and.

His mind was in a mess right now, so he happened to go out for a walk, sort out his thoughts, and figure out what happened.

"Lanruo Temple? Didn't Lanruo Temple perish long ago?"

Zhang Jing thought in his heart, then pushed open the door and walked out.

boom!

Because the place where Zhang Jing was chanting scriptures with his master was in the main hall with a relatively high terrain, the whole temple could be seen roughly by pushing out the door.

A vast and imposing temple is presented in the eyes.

Monk houses, halls, stele towers, pavilions, and ponds are lined up one after another, and they are well located.

The whole temple seemed to be bathed in the Buddha's light. The monks were busy performing their duties. At a glance, there were probably no less than a thousand people!Pilgrims and believers come and go, the stone steps to the door are almost broken by people, and the incense is in full swing.

What a thousand-year-old temple!

This is Lanruo Temple?

Why do I feel that Lanruo Temple has perished?

Zhang Jing patted himself on the head again, and then came to the backyard familiar with the surrounding environment, and subconsciously greeted the passing monks, and even called out the other's name involuntarily.

Everything is very real and very natural.

When he came to the backyard, Zhang Jing was dismissive of carrying water and didn't want to do it.

There are more than a dozen large water tanks in the backyard, more than half of which are empty. If I fill them all, I guess I will have to pick them until dark.

However, the subconscious reaction of his body made him obediently obey Master Tongguang's words and go down the mountain to fetch water.

Carrying a bucket and walking on the mountain road, Zhang Jing was in a daze.

When he came to the spring to draw water, Zhang Jing looked at his face reflected in the spring, and he felt a little strange.

However, as the bucket fell into the water, there were circles of ripples, and the face was also blurred.

When the water calmed down and Zhang Jing looked again, his face seemed to have changed!

become familiar.

"Well, this handsome face is me!"

Zhang Jing muttered.

Everything is actually very abnormal. Under normal circumstances, ordinary people will find it weird and illogical.

But at this moment Zhang Jing is like dreaming, he doesn't care about logic or anything.

After I couldn't figure it out, I didn't think much about it.

Two buckets filled with water, ready to go back.

suddenly.

Zhang Jing's eyes looked towards the downstream of the spring, and he was immediately attracted.

I saw a white figure squatting on a big rock by the spring, with a pile of clothes piled up next to it.

It looks like it's about to do laundry.