Spring is here and everything is revived.

The golden crow rose from the east and drove out the darkness.

On the original mountain and cliff, Bodhi trees grow buds, flowers and plants are full of vitality, and various plants open their leaves, enjoying the warm sunshine.

Not far away, there is a temple that looks particularly abrupt on the top of the mountain. The walls are already a little mottled, covered with moss, and slightly old.

A wooden plaque hanging above, engraved with three words: Zen Ding Temple.

Crunch.

Suddenly, the temple door opened and a bald young man walked out with his lying eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, handsome facial features, and particularly handsome.

The young man was wearing a simple monk's robe, carrying two buckets, humming strange songs in his mouth, and heading straight to the bottom of the mountain:

"The little monk went down the mountain to Huazhai, and the old monk gave an explanation~"

"The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger. If you meet her, you must avoid her~"

“…”

The young man swooped all the way, walking vigorously, and soon arrived at the river at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, several women from nearby villages were washing clothes by the river. When they saw the young man, their eyes flashed and they smiled and said hello:

"Good morning, little master."

Because they live here all year round, most of the people here know him and are very enthusiastic, especially women.

Of course, this may be related to the appearance of the young man.

"Good morning."

The young man nodded, came upstream, carried two buckets of water, and ran towards the top of the mountain as if nothing had happened. It took an ordinary person half an hour to go, but the young man only took a few minutes, and his face did not blush and his heart would not be beating.

The most important thing is that no drop of water spilled from the two buckets he was carrying.

After repeating this several times, the young man finally filled the water tank in the temple and began to make a fire to cook.

His name is Su Luo, and his Dharma name is Xinyuan. He is a young monk in Chanting Temple. To be precise, he and his master are the only ones in the temple.

"Tsk, it's so fast. Sixteen years have passed in a blink of an eye."

Su Luo murmured to himself, feeling quite emotional.

Sixteen years ago, Su Luo had a party with his classmates and was drunk and fell asleep.

When he woke up, he came to this strange world for no reason.

At the beginning, Su Luo really couldn't accept it.

Because he is an eight-foot man and the successor of socialism, he actually becomes a little brat who is only three years old!

Fortunately, the master took him in and taught him to read, write, recite scriptures, and practice Buddhism, which made Su Luo gradually accept this world.

Su Luo has also become a monk since then, until now.

Compared to the earth, this is a very vast and dangerous world, with almost everything from practitioners, monsters, monsters, ghosts, and various online novels in previous life.

Moreover, years of wars have led to turmoil and restlessness in all parties, and corpses are everywhere. If you are not careful, you will die without a place to bury yourself.

Su Luo's predecessor was an orphan who lost his parents during the war.

Therefore, Su Luo has never left this area for sixteen years.

The reason is very simple, he is afraid.

You should know that within a radius of dozens of miles, this is the safest place. Even so, there will still be occasional erosion of demons and monsters. You can imagine how terrifying other places will be.

Although Su Luo has become stronger little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little, he can easily "savage" ordinary monsters and ghosts, but they are all extremely weak garbage and nothing is it.

Who knows if you run around, will you run into a demon or a monster?

After all, Su Luo often heard that a true high-level cultivator can hold the city, move mountains and fill the sea, and have powerful demons who swallow the sky and the earth, and are invincible. In short, it is definitely not something he can mess with.

Su Luo’s thoughts were very thoughtful. This world was too dangerous. It would be better to stay in the Zen Temple and be your own monk.

Anyway, I have spent sixteen years, and since I can't go back, I'd better enjoy a new life.

And without the Internet, mobile phones, TV and other electronic products, Su Luo was able to completely calm down and watch the scenery, read books, and work hard to practice.

Sometimes Su Luo even thinks that living like this is not bad for a lifetime, at least he doesn’t have to run around and worry about his livelihood. Moreover, he is a monk, so no one will urge him to get married.

Not long after, Su Luo prepared the meal and brought it to the stone table in the courtyard.

"Master, it's time to eat."

The Zen Ding Temple is divided into a front yard and a back yard. The front yard is relatively large. A gravel-paved road leads directly to the main hall. There are several Buddha statues enshrined in it, with a solemn expression, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.

The backyard is where the master and his disciples rest. There is a field on the left, with fruits and vegetables planted. Su Luo takes care of it every day, and there are two big trees on the right, with a stone table and two stone benches underneath. It is where Su Luo and his master usually eat.

In addition, there are four houses in the courtyard, one is a kitchen, one belongs to the master, and the other belongs to Suluo, and the last one is specially used to entertain visitors to seek refugees.

"Um."

Hearing the shouts, a figure with a slightly fat body with long arms came out of the room, and was also wearing a monk's robe, with a sharp contrast to Su Luo.

The man looked about forty years old, with kind eyebrows, slightly narrowed his eyes, and a round belly, without any trace of the Taoist monk.

In fact, in Su Luo's eyes, Master is indeed a very unreliable guy.

"The weather is good today, what are you eating?"

Mengyi stretched and asked.

That’s right, Master Su Luo has a very strange Dharma name: Mengyi, which always makes him subconsciously think of something...

"It's about the same as yesterday."

A bowl of porridge and three side dishes, this is the breakfast for two people.

"oh."

Mengyi immediately sat down, took a sip of porridge, and showed a satisfied expression.

Although there are only two of them in the entire temple, life is very nourishing with the incense of the villagers at the foot of the mountain and the fruits and vegetables they grow. Moreover, as a monk, there is no need to be too luxurious in terms of diet.

After breakfast, Su Luo packed up the dishes, took care of the Tianpu, and then came to the front yard.

Now whether it is washing, cooking, carrying water, cleaning, etc., it is basically done by Su Luo? As for Mengyi, he almost doesn't care about anything. There is no way, who can make him a master?

After finishing all the messy things, Su Luo walked into the main hall, Mengyi was already sitting inside, holding Buddhist beads in his hand, and meditating with his eyes closed.

The life of a monk is so boring.

Seeing this, Su Luo sat cross-legged on the cushion, knocked on the wooden fish for a while, and then entered the state of cultivation.

He was not interested in Buddhist scriptures, but he was already familiar with the practice.

Because he had never had contact with the outside world, Su Luo didn't know how others practiced, but every time he practiced, his consciousness always appeared in a boundless starry sky, which was very magical, and this time was naturally no exception.
Chapter completed!