Smoke in cooking, old trees, crows...

Mountain village, small temple, world...

When Yan Liqiang walked out of this temple, his whole heart was empty. After seven or eight months, he tried countless times to cross mountains and rivers through the city and county, he could only wander around like a lonely ghost, neither cold nor hungry, neither eating nor sleeping, nor dead or alive. No matter how strong a person is, he will inevitably be disappointed or even despair at this time...

Yan Liqiang didn't know where he was now. Anyway, this place was far away from Ganzhou of the Han Empire.

The small temple is called Qingliang Temple, which is built on the hillside of this mountain. There is only one old temple Zhu in the temple, half monk and half lay. When Yan Liqiang left, the gray-haired old temple Zhu was napping on the lounge chair at the door, drooling and sleeping soundly. On the head of Lao Temple Zhu, there were already mottled plaques of Qingliang Temple. There were two Buddhist words that had fallen off on both sides of the temple gate.

Without greed, you will be cool, and without ignorance, you will be liberated.

After looking at the two Buddhist words at the entrance of the temple, Yan Liqiang smiled bitterly.

Yan Liqiang was not a firm materialist in his previous life, and he was even less firm in this life. Therefore, starting two months ago, once he encountered places like Taoist temples and other places on the road, Yan Liqiang couldn't help but go in and worship, praying for gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas all over the sky, and giving himself a chance to be reborn.

It seems fun to float around like this every day, but over time, Yan Liqiang still felt a suffocating fear. He was afraid that he would continue like this forever and could only be a spectator in the world who floated around, even among millions of people, he was lonely.

There is a village at the foot of the mountain in Xiaomiao. At this time, the sunset is full of sunset. It is when every household is cooking dinner. The smoke in the village is curling, making it quite quiet.

Yan Liqiang glanced at the foot of the mountain and did not go down the mountain. A few months ago, he liked to run around in different houses and see the various human feelings in the world. Now, looking at the lives of those people as an observer has become a torture for Yan Liqiang, which makes Yan Liqiang feel more like a lonely ghost abandoned by the whole world.

Following the mountain path behind the small temple, Yan Liqiang arrived at the top of the mountain without long. He sat on a huge rock under a pine tree on the top of the mountain, alone, watching the sunset slowly in the west, watching the sunset turn into ashes and night fall.

He didn't want to leave, didn't want to try, or ran away. He just wanted to stay alone on this hill where he couldn't name for a night. Over the past months, his body was like the wind, and he seemed to never feel tired, but his heart was already exhausted.

The sunset was setting and the stars were rising. Yan Liqiang stretched out his hand and looked at his arm that had no shadow under the moonlight in the sky. He shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes.

The familiar and strange huge rock appeared in front of Yan Liqiang's eyes the moment Yan Liqiang closed his eyes.

Just like watching a movie, no one likes to stare at a scene forever. In the past seven or eight months, Yan Liqiang's longest time was to stare at this strange stone with his eyes closed and repeatedly for more than ten hours. He also tried to communicate with this stone in the middle, but it was useless. But today, after closing his eyes, he looked at the strange stone. In dismay, Yan Liqiang's eyes were not opened, and people did not float around anymore.

One hour has passed... Five hours has passed... Ten hours has passed... One day has passed...

When the sun sets again and the stars appear again, Yan Liqiang, who has been looking at the stone for more than twenty-four hours, suddenly felt that the strange giant stone suddenly shone brightly, showing what he had never seen before. Just when Yan Liqiang was surprised, the huge stone emitted a brilliant rainbow-like light shining on Yan Liqiang. Before Yan Liqiang could react, he felt that the strange giant stone suddenly turned into a huge magnet, creating an irresistible powerful attraction. His entire body and consciousness instantly turned into a ray of light and penetrated into the huge stone.

Is this the reincarnation? Haha, I hope I will be more handsome in my next life...

Before losing consciousness, this was the last thought of self-deprecating in Yan Liqiang's head.

In the following time, Yan Liqiang felt like he had a long and sweet dream.

...

"Ah snee..." The tip of his nose was a little itchy, and Yan Liqiang couldn't help but sneeze, then opened his eyes and woke up.

What caught Yan Liqiang's eyes were the few remaining stars hanging in the bright sky, and the pine tree above his head, a drop of grass with dewdrops, just next to his face. When he sneezes, the dewdrops on the grass flew to his face, making him feel a chill.

Yan Liqiang blinked his eyes. Could it be that he was dreaming?

In a daze, he raised his hand and placed it in front of him. It was a powerful and young hand. The skin on his hand was ivory-like luster, and his fingers were slender, full of strange and somewhat strange beauty.

Looking at the hand, Yan Liqiang's head crashed for a few seconds, and he had not yet reacted to what had happened. But after a few seconds, Yan Liqiang's eyes widened, and he jumped up from the ground as if he was electrocuted.

After jumping up, Yan Liqiang discovered that the place where he was was the top of the familiar unknown hill.

The pine tree is still the same pine tree, and the stone next to the pine tree is still the same stone. He looked down at the mountain and the Qingliang Temple was not far away.

How could this be the case? Isn’t it reincarnated? How could it be here? Is it a dream...

A mountain wind blew, and the chill in the wind made Yan Liqiang sneeze again, "A snee..."

At this time, Yan Liqiang realized that he was naked and not wearing a single strand. He looked down and saw that his body seemed a little different from before, but fortunately he also had a handkerchief...

Yan Liqiang became excited and couldn't help but shout on the top of the mountain, which shocked the birds in the nearby forest to fly up. Yan Liqiang stopped again.

After being excited, looking at his current appearance, Yan Liqiang suppressed his excitement and carefully followed the mountain road and went down the mountain in the dark.

The mountain road is not easy to walk on. There are still some gravels and dead branches and leaves on the mountain road. When I stepped on it barefoot, it was very uncomfortable and even a little pissed. Before I could walk far, Yan Liqiang's soles were pierced by the dead branches and gravels on the ground, which was a little painful.

But Yan Liqiang didn't care at all. At this time, being able to feel the pain in his body again became a pleasure for Yan Liqiang.

Yan Liqiang, naked, came to Qingliang Temple as fast as possible and climbed over the wall into the temple. There was no one in the temple at night, and the old temple Zhu was not there. Yan Liqiang directly found a set of old clothes and a pair of old shoes in a custard-fitting room in the temple.

I will borrow a few clothes today and I will return them a hundred times later!

After leaving such a sentence on the wall of the storage room, Yan Liqiang left Qingliang Temple in his old clothes.
Chapter completed!