Chapter 2: They depend on you

The headache was split... Within three minutes of fainting.

Zhao Kaixuan had another person's message in his mind.

This person's name is Zhao Kai and he is only one word apart.

He is an orphan who grew up in a nunnery.

It's twenty-four years old as me.

Zhao Kai's life was played quickly in Zhao Kaixuan's mind like a movie.

Zhao Kai was an orphan since he was a child and grew up in a nunnery, so he was shy and suffered from depression. He didn't dare to talk to anyone. In addition to having a few more words to Mr. Jingguang who adopted him, there was almost no one else. In the past few days, Master Jingguang, the host in the temple, was seriously ill for a while. Zhao Kai was a person who dared not face the world. After knowing that Mr. Jingguang was about to pass away, he took sleeping pills in the room. After Zhao Kaixuan was extremely smart and got the news, he took only a few minutes to sort things out. It seemed that he had died in the car accident, but he didn't know why his soul ran to Zhao Kaixuan who died of medicine last night.

After Zhao Kaixuan figured out these things, he went to the mirror to take a closer look at the new skin. The young man was also handsome, but his face was a little pale, which made people feel very unhealthy. All of these were acceptable. What made Mr. Zhao the most depressed was that this person's height was much worse than that of himself. I remember that he had a perfect figure of 1.87 meters... This... Alas!

Zhao Kaixuan is a free and easy person. The fact that he was possessed and reborn in the disaster was quickly accepted by him. "Senior brother, hurry up!" The female voice outside urged again.

Zhao Kaixuan knew that this body was originally in love with the critically ill master. He thought to himself: "Since I want to borrow your body to live now, I will help you meet Master Jingguang in the end!" It was a bit depressing when he put on his clothes... The one thrown at the head of his bed was actually a nun's Taoist robe.

It seems that the old master is very unrestrained, or he completely treats Zhao Kai as a girl...

"Hey... a big man has been wearing nun costumes for more than 20 years, it would be strange if he is not depressed!"

Zhao Kai picked up his clothes and took a look, then threw it aside, walked out wearing a short-sleeved vest. Waiting outside, he was a young nun in his twenties. Zhao Kaixuan knew in the boy's memory that her name was Mingwan. She came here to become a monk two years ago. The nunnery is called Sanguang Temple. There are nine people in the temple. Except for the old host of Master Jingguang and Master Mingyuan, who is the housekeeper, they are all young people. Mingchen, the youngest, is only twelve years old this year.

"Quick Ming misses Senior Brother, Master wants to see you!" Mingwan's eyes were filled with tears as he spoke, and he was moved. Zhao Kaixuan subconsciously stepped forward and patted Mingwan's shoulder two steps and said, "Don't be sad, I'm there!" After that, Zhao Kaixuan took a step straight to Master Jingguang's Zen room.

Mingwan was stunned for a while before trotting up. He had been in Sanguang Temple for two years, and had said three times to this shy senior Mingxiang, three times, adding up five words. She really didn't expect that the senior Mingxiang, who was even more afraid of survival than a girl, could say such words today! When Zhao Kaixuan came to the Jingguang Zen Room, he found that everyone in Sanguang Temple was already here. Seeing Zhao Kaixuan enter the room, the nuns who were originally surrounded by the bed flashed to both sides.

Master Jingguang is already 110 years old this year. With the technology at that time, cancer has been conquered. It can be said that there are almost no diseases that are not bad for treatment, but art is still powerless to do with the teacher's natural aging and failure of organs.

"Mingxiang! Come here!" Zhao Kaixuan had a lot of objection to the magic number that this new body had. He grinned and walked to the master and the master and Zhao Kaixuan was suddenly stunned... The teacher was so angry that he actually looked very similar to the photo of his grandmother who was hanging at home... Could this be fate?

"Master...Master!" Zhao Kaixuan grabbed Master Jingguang's hand. Teacher Jingguang's too dry face smiled and stretched out a trembling hand to touch Zhao Kaixuan's head and said slowly: "For more than 20 years, Master knows that you have been unhappy..."

Zhao Kaixuan did not speak up. He knew the idea of ​​the owner of his body very well. In his more than 20 years of nunnery career, the three words "unhappy" cannot be interpreted.

The teacher continued: "Master has practiced Buddhism for nearly a hundred years, but he still has not mastered it... Now he is going to see the Buddha, but he is still worried about you!" When the master said this, the other nuns started crying.

The master looked around and said, "You are the only man in our temple. Master has entrusted you with his senior sisters and sisters. Can you promise me to take good care of them and take good care of this Sanguang Temple that has been passed down for hundreds of years?"

Zhao Kaixuan was silent. He came to see Jingguang just to do the last thing for this body. After doing it, he was about to leave and investigate who was assassinating him. He wanted to find out who had been indulging in his original indulgence life... But in the face of the dying old man's instructions, Zhao Kaixuan said the words "three words" that Zhao Kaixuan was unwilling to do. Everyone looked at him.

At this time, the teacher suddenly began to roll his eyes. "Master, Master!" The nuns of all sizes started to scream. Zhao Kaixuan gritted his teeth and grabbed Jingguang's hand and whispered: "Master, don't worry, I will take good care of them."

Jingguang suddenly sat up and pulled Zhao Kaixuan and said, "Ming Xiang, Master will pass on the position of the lord to you now. From now on, you are the lord of the 17th generation of Sanguang Temple. Today, Master feels that you have changed, as if your whole soul has changed, but I feel relieved..."

After Master Jingguang said that, his eyes slowly closed and his hands were hanging down weakly. Zhao Kaixuan shouted loudly: "Master!" After he walked into the room, he called Master three times, but only this sound was from the heart. A generation of Buddhist masters sat in his own meditation room.

All the little nuns cried to death. Zhao Kaixuan called the oldest Master Mingyuan to aside and began to arrange for the future generations of Master Jingguang. He had no idea about these things at all. Fortunately, Master Mingyuan has been in Buddhism for a long time. "Master, now you are going to perform a cremation ceremony for the teacher. Do you think we are sending us to rebirth in the temple behind closed doors? Or should we invite the hosts of other temples to come."

The cremation is the body of the spark. After Zhao Kaixuan found out clearly, he said, "Of course we need to do it more grandly."

Mingyuan said a little embarrassedly: "Long is important to spend a lot of money!"

Zhao Kaixuan said: "Then let's spend it!"

Mingyuan was stunned and then stammered: "But... we don't have that much money!"

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Chapter completed!