The temple's abbot, Master Jingchen, stood inside the door and smiled at Qin Zhao: "Donor Qin, long time no see."

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Qin Zhao and Jing Li were arranged to live in the courtyard where they had lived before.

After so many years, neither this ancient temple nor the abbot Jingchen seemed to have changed at all. Only the young monk who had raised Jingli a few years ago had grown into a handsome young man.

Seeing Qin Zhao coming as a guest again, the little monk asked with concern: "Didn't you bring the little koi this time?"

Qin Zhao and Jing Li looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads: "He didn't come, but he is fine now, little master, don't worry."

The little monk didn't show any disappointment. He just put his hands together and replied, "That's good."

After dinner, Qin Zhao followed the monks in the temple to pray and worship, while Jing Li took Yuzai to rest in the yard.

Just like the last time I came, there was a twin lotus in the pond. However, the lotus hadn't yet bloomed, its pure white buds slightly closed, looking small and lovely.

The little fish lay on the edge of the lotus pond and looked inside curiously: "Why are there no fish..."

Jing Li was afraid that he would fall, so he grabbed his collar and pulled him up, shaking the dusty hem of his clothes: "It used to be here, Daddy used to live here."

"Wow!" The little fish opened his eyes wide.

Jing Li said: "But that was a long time ago, and..."

Moreover, Jing Li was actually not sure whether it was him.

Having been with Qin Zhao for so long, Jing Li no longer cared whether the little koi born in Yunguan Temple was him or the original owner's little fish. No matter who it was back then, Qin Zhao loved him now, not anyone else.

It was only because he revisited the old place that he remembered these things again.

Why did he come here in the past and why did he become a lucky fish?

The sound of footsteps not far away pulled Jing Li out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Master Jingchen clasping his hands together and bowing to him. "Donor Qin is still chanting for you in the main hall. I am bringing some daily necessities for him."

Jing Li quickly stood up: "Thank you, Master."

Jingchen put daily necessities into their room and lit some calming incense for them. Jingli waited by the side, saying nothing.

The young monk had a calm demeanor. While continuing to light the incense, he gently said, "Donor, it seems you have some unresolved doubts in your heart?"

Jing Li was stunned.

Jingchen lit the incense, turned around and smiled at Jingli, "Don't blame me, benefactor. It's just that we're old friends again, and I'm happy to say a few words. We have a deep connection, so if you have any concerns, please feel free to speak up. I might be able to help you out."

Jing Li: "I..."

Jingchen knew Jingli's true identity was the little koi, and Qin Zhao had already told Jingli about this. He just didn't expect Jingchen to say it so bluntly.

Jing Li hesitated for a moment and asked, "...Am I really your old friend?"

This is what he wants to know most.

Even though the answer would no longer affect his life, he still hoped to get to the bottom of things.

Just like when Qin Zhao lost all his memories, he never gave up looking for his past.

No one wants to spend his life in this muddle.

In fact, when Jing Li proposed to return to Yunguan Temple, he had this idea in mind.

He was not sure whether he could find the answer by coming here, but he knew that if he wanted to find the truth, Yunguan Temple was the only place where he could find clues.

Jing Li's question didn't surprise Jing Chen. He smiled and said, "I don't think my eyes are so dim that I would mistake someone for someone I know."

"But... I don't remember meeting Qin Zhao at all when I was just born." Jing Li said, "Master, have you ever heard of the story of soul possession? Is it possible that... my body is still yours, but my soul is no longer?"