When Hui'an returned to Bailu Temple, he was extremely exhausted, both physically and mentally. With the last of his strength, he bolted the heavy temple gate shut and held it tightly with a thick wooden pole. When he had done this, he immediately threw down the rice bag on his shoulders and the backpack on his back, and lay down on the cold stone paved road in the courtyard, gasping for breath.

After nearly two hours, Hui An, who had taken a nap after taking a breath, got up from the ground, carried the things he brought back to the side hall and placed them properly, and then lit a fire to cook, ready to treat himself to a meal. White Deer Temple has never lacked living water, behind the temple is a steep stone cliff that is nearly 20 meters high, there is a hole in the position of seven or eight meters high on the cliff wall, there is a space with a radius of three or four acres inside, there is a living water in the hole, forming a pool of water with a diameter of about ten meters, the pool water is clear and clear. In recent years, Bailu Temple has used the spring water in the cave, and the tools for taking water are just a few thick bamboo tubes connected after being opened.

For some reason, Hui'an's meal today was surprisingly large, and he used the cooked meat he brought back from the supermarket in the middle of the mountain to cook, and he actually swept away the rice prepared according to the amount of food he had eaten in the past three days, but his stomach did not feel full at all. If it was usual, Hui An would definitely feel inappropriate, but this time, as soon as he started eating, his mind became a little sluggish, and he seemed to have lost the ability to think, and he just instinctively ate bowl after bowl. Until the pot of rice was all eaten, he looked at the empty rice pot, touched his stomach and was stunned for a long time, and walked to the meditation room of the side hall in a chaotic manner, fell down on the bed, and fell asleep.

Hui'an slept until the sky was dark, and it was extremely long. I don't know how long it took, Hui'an finally woke up. The first thing he felt when he regained consciousness was that his lips were dry and hungry, as if he had been hungry for three or five days.

"What am I doing?" Hui'an's eyes were blank, and there was no focus at all. I don't have the slightest memory of my very abnormal gluttonous meal and this hooded sleep.

After he had composed, he sat up with his arm on the bed. This movement did not stop, and many black ashes fell from his body.

Hui'an was taken aback, and hurriedly looked down, but saw that the clothes on his body had been completely burned at some point. When he lay still, his ashes covered his body in their original form. When he got up, he immediately shattered and fell.

The ashes shattered, revealing large smoths of charred black skin underneath. Hui An didn't feel the pain, and when he saw that his skin was covered with countless tiny cracks, he tried to rub it with his hands, and many black debris fell off, revealing the smooth and elastic white skin underneath.

Hui'an got up from the bed in a daze, and the clothes on his lower body did not escape the fate of being wiped out, and the whole person stood indoors without a wisp and in the dark, looking weird and ridiculous.

He looked back at the bed, and saw a slightly human-shaped burnt mark on the bed's mattress, but it was not on fire.

Hui'an couldn't understand what kind of abnormalities had happened to him for a while, but he felt very uncomfortable wearing this layer of black crust, so he thought about going to the yard to clean it. Anyway, he was the only one in the temple, and he didn't bother to look for clothes to change into, so he walked out naked.

On one side of the courtyard there is a pond made of bluestone, which is usually filled with clear water drawn from the cave on the cliff behind the temple. Hui'an walked to the edge of the pool, picked up a bucket that he usually used to get water, leaned over and filled a bucket of water, and lifted it gently with a slight force in his arm.

At this time, Hui'an couldn't help but be taken aback again, he was a twenty-year-old young man, his body was strong, if he mentioned a bucket of water, it was nothing, but at this moment, a bucket of water weighing more than thirty catties was as light as a feather in his hand, which was not a normal phenomenon.

It's just that Hui'an has seen too many abnormal phenomena recently, so he hasn't been too entangled. After being stunned for a moment, he first put his mouth to the edge of the mouth of the barrel, drank it freely, slightly relieved the ** feeling in his stomach, and then lifted the full bucket of water over the top and poured it down.

A bucket of cold water poured down on his head, but for Hui'an, it was like an initiation, and there seemed to be a thunder explosion in his head. He felt a sharp pain in his head from the inside out, let out a miserable scream, threw away the bucket in his hand, and fell to the ground with his head in his hands and shrunk into a ball.

Countless strange and familiar memories flashed in Hui'an's mind, and the huge amount of information almost exploded his head.

In a trance, Hui'an saw that he had become a child, and was led by a middle-aged monk who was born like a jade, and came to the door of a magnificent and simple temple, and the plaque on the door was written with the words "Shaolin Temple".

He saw that he was studying Buddhism and martial arts in Shaolin Temple, and grew up as his cultivation of Buddhism and martial arts became more and more profound.

He saw himself carrying a Zen staff made of wind-ground copper, carrying a cold iron long knife down the mountain to walk the rivers and lakes, along the way, the Zen staff swept away all the injustices, the long knife cut off all the evil people, and broke into a good name in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

He saw that when he was gradually climbing to the pinnacle of his life, he finally met that rival opponent and formed a fateful bond with him.

He saw that he returned to the Shaolin Temple, sat on the wall of a simple stone cave for ten years, and gradually integrated what he had learned and pushed it to the realm.

He saw that he was coming back to the rivers and lakes after leaving the customs, but the enemy he faced was a demon who was raging the world with flowing fire, and a group of martial arts masters who had been transformed into terrifying monsters by him. After a bloody battle, he finally defeated the demon by breaking through the battle, and after chasing all the way to a deserted island, the exhausted demon brazenly detonated the flying fire he controlled, dragging himself to the end......

"Nan no Amitabha!" After a while, Hui'an chanted a Buddha horn in his mouth, and his curled body gradually straightened. At this moment, a memory added to his mind had merged with his own memory, and he finally understood what had happened to him.

Five hundred years ago, at the last moment, Hui An used a strange secret technique that he had developed by combining his unconcealed talent and ability with the "Spell of the Great Heart of the Heavens and Bewitching Gods" obtained from the Demon Sect, and in the moment before the physical destruction, he used his spiritual power to condense his lifelong memory into a seed and escaped. For five hundred years, this psychic seed had been attached to the body of the newborn baby again and again, but it had been dormant, until now it had finally awakened in the body of another Hui'an.

"Everything has a way, like a dream bubble. If dew is like electricity, it should be viewed as such. After Hui'an got up, he recited this Buddha poem softly, and then shook his head and sighed softly, "Life is like a dream, nothing more than that!" ”