The moonlight is cold.

The cold wind that fell made the little monk in front of the couch in the temple can't help but tighten his clothes.

Then he hurriedly stretched out his hands to protect the candle flame that was about to be blown out, until the flame was gone, and the little monk looked at an old monk lying on the bed, and asked: "Abbot, the person who stayed in the temple today is the daughter of the Liu family, very beautiful, senior brother, they have passed, what should I do?" ”

The old monk opened his eyes slightly, he looked at this little monk, because he had just crossed over, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or not for a while.

Seeing that the old monk was motionless, the little monk just opened his eyes, and was stunned at first, but then made a sudden realization: "Thank you for the abbot's teachings, the disciple understands, this is to make the disciple open his eyes and close his eyes!" However, the disciples also want to be with the senior brothers! Please teach me too! ”

Hearing this, the old monk's gaze suddenly became strange.

His eyes rolled slightly, and a withered palm immediately stretched out from under the futon, and then raised a middle finger towards the little monk.

However, when the little monk saw the old monk's move, he instantly smiled with a smile on his face: "Nan Wu Amitabha, the disciple is enlightened!" The abbot is to make the disciple physically and mentally one! Thank you Abbot! I'll go over here! That Miss Liu is so beautiful, she deserves to have a little monk! The senior brothers were too rude, and that Miss Liu fell into their hands, which was completely ruining the heavens. ”

After speaking, the little monk folded his hands and left in a hurry.

And the old monk looked at the back of the little monk who ran into the darkness because he was too anxious, but he couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

"What the hell is this place?"

He subconsciously spoke.

Then he was startled by his own voice.

Because he found that his voice was dry and hoarse, like that night owl, caught off guard, and sounded extraordinarily penetrating.

At this time, a little bit of unfamiliar memory in my mind emerged.

So he calmed down and patiently accepted the memories of this body.

It took about an hour for him to fully accept the memories of this body, because the years of this body's existence were a bit old, so the amount of memories left behind was too large.

"Eternals?"

He couldn't help but look at his bare hands, dry as wood, with bulging green tendons, and his two palms were more like chicken paws. With these hands, he doesn't have to look in the mirror, he knows what kind of ghost he looks like now.

However, this body is immortal.

No matter how badly wounded, or how terrible the poison is, as long as it is not broken and the body is decomposed into a pool of pus and blood, then it can be resurrected and healed soon after.

However, eternal life is not immortal.

So as early as three hundred years ago, this body has been aging, and now, it is completely like a candle before the wind.

Even the resurrection of the dead will not change the status quo of this dying.

can only drag this aging body day after day.

"With such a way of eternal life, it's no wonder that the predecessor chose to die out after lying down for half a child." Su Hanjing muttered to himself.

He was calm at this point.

It's just a little hard to understand, why did I cross over?

He remembered that he had just finished reading a pirated novel and then ......

Then he became the abbot of this Fangwai Temple, a monk who looked like he was dying of old age.

Moreover, there is still no gold finger in this crossing.

Although the memory of this body for nearly four hundred years can barely be regarded as a golden finger, it must also be based on the premise that Su Hanjing can stand up!

If no one helped him, with the current physical mobility of this body, even sitting up would be a little choked.

"But it's okay, I bring my own gold finger."

Su Hanjing's gaze was deflected, and the palm that he had used to raise his middle finger suddenly clenched, and then his five fingers were stretched out.

At this time, the palm of the hand, which was originally empty, had an extra round bead out of thin air.

The bead was the size of a goose's egg, gray throughout, and looked as if it had been polished from extremely inferior jade, so it was neither surprising nor valuable.

At most, it is thrown on the side of the road, and the child will look at it twice.

But with the appearance of this bead, a thin figure that did not look at an inch quietly appeared in Su Hanjing's field of vision.

This is a skinny old monk who looks like a dried corpse.

And Su Hanjing, who was lying on the bed, was stunned for a moment when he saw this old monk appear, after all, he had just crossed over and was not yet familiar with his new body.

Then after reacting, this is the doppelganger who was "reflected" from himself, and suddenly the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Although he had been mentally prepared when he took out this bead, this real appearance still made him a little broken. The dried corpses that have been dried in the desert for seven or eight years are better looking than this old monk!

This can't be an old monk, the whole thing is the appearance of a human ghoul.

Su Hanjing, who was really powerless to complain, closed his eyes, because he didn't have that condition to be picky.

And as Su Hanjing closed his eyes, this doppelganger that "reflected" from his body opened his eyes very suddenly.

Then, Su Hanjing's eyes also opened.

He looked over and looked at the clone in four eyes.

Rao is not Su Hanjing's first time, but he still can't help but feel a little strange in his heart at this moment.

This feeling of consciousness being split in two at once, as if it had suddenly been separated.

This bead is called the Xuan Zhu Bead.

But it is not the Xuanzhu in "The Legend of Shushan", but in terms of function, there is a little similarity, which is called the Xuanzhu by Su Hanjing, who is lazy in his hobby.

This Xuanzhu bead, every once in a while, can generate a clone for him.

In addition to the exact same and easily controllable prerequisites, these clones all have one advantage that the ontology does not have: they will not get tired, like a perpetual motion machine.

Therefore, before crossing over, as long as Xuan Zhu was able to generate a clone, Su Hanjing immediately asked the newly generated clone to study hard, and at the same time insisted on exercising, so as to constantly enrich himself.

This is because whatever the doppelganger learns can be perfectly transferred to his ontology.

This allowed Su Hanjing to fully enjoy the joy of learning!

The doppelganger went out to study and practice hard, while he lay at home and slept a lot, and when he woke up, he had a lot of knowledge, and even the strong physique that the clone exercised was transferred to him...... What a joy it is!

Su Hanjing tried to move the doppelganger that was "reflected" out, not only moved freely, but also seemed to be a young man, full of vitality.

Although this was expected by Su Hanjing, it still made him happy.

"I just don't know if this doppelganger can exempt Fangwai Temple from the curse?" Su Hanjing's heart moved, and the gaze in his eyes kept flickering.

Because Fangwai Temple is not an ordinary temple.

In this temple, there are three curses.

The first one, the abbot of Fangwai Temple, will gradually wither in eternal life and suffer the torture of life being worse than death.

But this is not the curse that Su Hanjing wants to exempt, what he wants to exempt is actually the third curse in this temple: the monks of Fangwai Temple are not allowed to go out at will.

Su Hanjing didn't continue to think about it, he asked the clone to change into a set of monk's robes that could not be used as an old monk, and pushed the door out.

But he wasn't there to test his guesses.

At this time, there was a gloomy scene outside the door.

The corridor under the eaves was so dark that even the uninvited moonlight seemed to be swallowed up a little. The whole courtyard is silent, only when the wind is fierce, a few potted plants placed on the edge of the corridor will echo in the wind.

Su Hanjing looked at this scene and twitched his cheeks twice unconsciously.

"This place of residence, do you want to be so infiltrating?" He couldn't help but complain.

Then, Su Hanjing subconsciously glanced at the three words "Don't ask the Buddha" engraved on the top of the courtyard gate, which was specially carved by the old monk when he was half a jiazi ago, and he had not lost his mobility.

It contains the experience of more than 300 years of Buddhist cultivation by old monks.

Because the old monk can't think that the people in this world worship the Buddha, what they worship is not the Buddha, but the desire in the heart.