The host was originally a highly respected and promising monk, and although his medical skills were not very clever, simple headaches and brain fever could still be cured.

Half a year ago, the host went to the back mountain to collect medicine and fainted in the woods somehow, and after being found back, he was like a different person, and often said something out of tune. What's even more strange is that he has no interest in Buddhist scriptures, and his speech is strange, and he is no longer the original Buddhist presiding officer.

It's just that the disciples saw the change in the host and didn't say it, they thought that the host had encountered something unknown in the woods, and it might be good if it recovered after a while, so half a year later, the host is still like that, but he didn't do anything excessive, and everyone should do what they should do and stop thinking about the change in hosting.

Several monks carried the injured monk back to his residence, and Qingqing asked people to prepare plant ashes to filter out clean water for disinfectant water, and brown sugar to make thick sugar water to replenish his energy and hematopoiesis. The host and Shouming stood aside and watched Qingqing command the little monk so calmly, and nodded in an orderly manner.

After Qingqing was busy, the host called Qingqing to a quiet meditation room and said that he had something to ask.

Qingqing looked at the books on the desk in the meditation room, not Buddhist scriptures but books with strange stories, and looked at the host curiously: "Master, why are you so unprofessional?" What about reading these books without reading Buddhist scriptures? ”

"You are literate? There aren't many girls literate in this wild era. The host looked at Qingqing in surprise.

Qingqing smiled slightly, "Of course, this era can't be compared with our era, but many of the daughters of big families are still full of poetry and books." ”

"Your time? What era did you come from? Yes? I've found a confidant, oh buy ga, I've met someone who can communicate. The host jumped around excitedly, Qingqing was dumbfounded, what is the situation? Did you meet someone who crossed over again?

"You didn't wear it, did you?" Qingqing asked uncertainly, and saw him nodding excitedly again and again, shaking like a spring in his neck.

"Hey, beauty, what year did you come from? Was it a mission or a coincidence?" The host suddenly asked Qingqing in a low voice, as if he was plotting something.

"I was struck by lightning in 2019, you won't be the future person in 800 years, right? There are eight of you? Qingqing suddenly remembered Li Haoyang, could it be that he met his colleague by such a coincidence?

"Yes, yes, I'm one of the eight people who came on a mission, have you seen my colleagues, where are they? I want to kill them, this broken dynasty is too boring, and you can't order takeout without the Internet.

What's even more hateful is that I actually put on an old monk, I can't eat meat or drink alcohol, I'm going crazy! The host was holding his head and complaining around in the meditation room, and Qingqing looked helplessly at him and was about to shake himself out.

"Okay, don't shake it, I doubt that the standards are different when you organize the selection of people, the person before is calm and wise, brave and generous, you see that you are younger than my psychological age." Qingqing couldn't help but complain about him.

"Eldest sister, my real age is only 12 years old, okay, I am the youngest of the eight of us, and the oldest is only 22 years old. We future people are not like you who are all old and still studying, we are all implanted in the brain with chips, and we do things with the help of many high-tech instruments. The host looked at Qingqing very proudly.

Qingqing looked at him disappreciatively and pouted: "So, now you're blind, right?" Without high technology, you are not as good as my little girl, so you still have to have real talent to learn to be able to eat in any dynasty. ”