Han Xiao sighed as he looked at the environment in front of him, put down his bag, and then tidied up his clothes first.
In addition to the gifts for the old monk and Yuan Xin, Han Xiao brought a few sets of clothes up the mountain.
Not knowing what the old monk would ask him to do, Han Xiao brought some convenient clothes.
After tidying up the room, Han Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to rest for a while.
This is Guoan Temple. Yuan Xin just told him not to run around. If there was nothing else, Han Xiao could only sleep.
Not long after I fell asleep, someone knocked on the door: "Is Mr. Han here?"
Han Xiao immediately opened his eyes, put on a coat and opened the door. Standing outside the door was a young monk with an ordinary face.
The young monk held a plate in his hand and said to Han Xiao, "Donor Han, it's time to eat."
Han Xiao clasped his hands together and saluted: "Thank you, little master. May I know your name?"
Monk Qinghe had a gentle demeanor. He handed the food to Han Xiao and then said, "I am Yuan Jing."
"Thank you, Master Yuan Jing."
"Donor Han, there is no need to be so polite. I will take my leave."
After Master Yuan Jing left, Han Xiao took a look at the tray in his hand. The vegetarian meal in Guoan Temple was also very simple, just a plate of vegetables, a small dish of pickled vegetables, a bowl of mushroom soup, and a bowl of rice.
They are all vegetarian dishes, but the portions are large enough to fill a normal man.
Han Xiao is not picky about food at all, he basically eats whatever is available.
The next morning, Han Xiao's biological clock woke up on time at dawn.
After getting up and getting dressed, Han Xiao pushed the shutter and went out to exercise first before going to find the old monk.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I pushed the shutter, I saw Yuan Xin also pushing the door out.
Han Xiao didn't see Yuan Xin yesterday afternoon. Since there was nothing else to do, he went to bed early. He didn't know when Master Yuan Xin came back.
"Good morning, Master Yuanxin."
Yuan Xin was still young and in the process of growing up. He was a little confused after getting up so early. "Good morning, Mr. Han, are you going to look for my master?"
Han Xiao shook his head. He didn't know whether the old monk had woken up at this time.
Yuan Xin said directly: "Come with me."
As he said this, he walked towards the front hall.
Han Xiao followed closely behind. The morning air on the mountain was particularly good. Han Xiao couldn't help but take a deep breath and stretch.
Yuan Xin also became more awake and said to Han Xiao, "I didn't expect you to get up so early. Don't you rich people usually sleep until noon?"
Han Xiao didn't know how to respond after hearing Yuan Xin's words. He didn't know about other rich people, but he got up early every day anyway.
"Not really. It depends on the person." Han Xiao thought for a while before saying.
Yuan Xin nodded, and without discussing this issue in detail with Han Xiao, she walked to the front hall. Because it was just dawn, the hall was full of candles.
The old monk was still sitting on the cushion and beating the wooden fish like yesterday.
Han Xiao even wondered, could it be that this old monk didn't go home all night and kept beating the wooden fish and chanting scriptures here?
Hearing the sound of footsteps, the old monk opened his eyes, put down the wooden fish and said softly, "Since you are here, please sit down."
There was a cushion on each side of the old monk. Yuan Xin bowed and clasped his hands together: "Yes, Master."
Han Xiao learned it very well. Seeing Yuan Xin sitting on the right, he went to the left.
As soon as Han Xiao sat down, the old monk continued to chant. This time his voice was much louder, reaching deep into Han Xiao's mind.
Every sentence of the scripture was engraved in Han Xiao's mind clearly like a pair of big hands.
Han Xiao didn't know how to describe this feeling, clear and ethereal.
It was as if his body and soul had been separated. Han Xiao could even see his lips moving from the perspective above.
Looking closely, he found that he was also reciting scriptures. Gradually, Han Xiao fell into this mysterious feeling.
After an unknown amount of time, Han Xiao was awakened by Yuan Xin's voice: "Donor Han, Donor Han?"
Han Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, startling Master Yuan Xin.
"Oh, you scared me to death. Why did you suddenly open your eyes?" Yuan Xin said, patting his chest.
Han Xiao wiped his forehead, did not answer Yuan Xin's words, and subconsciously looked towards the old monk's position.
"Don't look at it anymore. The master has gone back to rest. He has spent so much time and effort on your behalf."
Is that so? Han Xiao turned around and faced Yuan Xin and said, "Master, is he okay?"
Yuan Xin stood up and patted his monk robe: "It's okay, what could it be? I just want to liberate the soul in you."
Han Xiao was stunned and looked at Yuan Xin in surprise.
Looking at Han Xiao's expression, Master Yuan Xin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't worry, he's very cooperative, and my master said he's very grateful to you, so this body will be yours from now on."
Hearing this, Han Xiao felt mixed emotions, not knowing whether it was for the original owner or for himself.
I hope that with the help of the old monk, the original owner can be reborn into a good family in the next life.
Thinking of this, Han Xiao asked again: "Then...can he be born into a good family in his next life?"
"Ah, this, Master said he wanted to go to your world, so Master is not sure what kind of family he will be reborn into." Yuan Xin said, touching his bald head.
He also didn't understand why that person wanted to go to Han Xiao's world, since his master had clearly promised him that he would have no worries about food and clothing in his next life.
Hearing what Master Yuan Xin said, Han Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. This was good. After all, modern times were much safer than ancient times. At least he wouldn't starve to death. If there were no accidents, he should be able to live a peaceful life.
"By the way, Master said that your soul is still unstable, so you need to come here to chant scriptures tomorrow."
Han Xiao nodded to indicate that he understood. He had thought of this a long time ago. It was just chanting scriptures, which was not difficult for him.
Then, while Han Xiao was still thinking about other things, Yuan Xin put a stack of scriptures in Han Xiao's hands.
The scripture was so heavy that Han Xiao almost couldn't catch it.
"These are the scriptures you need to copy. Remember to copy them carefully."
After saying that, Yuan Xin walked out. Han Xiao looked at the pile of scriptures in his hand and stood up with difficulty. How long would it take him to copy so many?
Unfortunately, Yuan Xin couldn't tell him, so Han Xiao had no choice but to carry the scriptures back to his room with difficulty.
When Yuan Jing came to deliver the vegetarian meal, Han Xiao was already writing furiously.
The last time Han Xiao worked so hard was when he was taking the college entrance examination.
Han Xiao lived a very regular life during his time at Guoan Temple. He would chant sutras with the old monk in the morning and come back to copy scriptures in the afternoon.
This went on until a month later.
The weather was getting a little warmer, and Han Xiao got up early as usual to go to the front hall to chant scriptures.
When I arrived at the front hall, I found that the old monk had not come yet.
Han Xiao wondered if the old monk had overslept, and then he sat down on his own accord, as usual.
By noon, the old monk had not come, and neither had the young master Yuanxin.
Han Xiao put away his wooden fish, stood up, grabbed a young monk in the hall and asked, "Where is the master? Why didn't you come today?"
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