On the same spot, in the temple, Chen Ming was stunned as he looked at the girl in white standing in front of him with her head lowered and looking a little shy.

"Quiet....."

He stared at the girl in front of him for a long time before spitting out the name.

The girl in front of me looked exactly like Yang Jingjing.

No matter the shape or appearance, they are all the same. The only difference is their personalities.

Yang Jingjing has a cheerful and lively personality, and she always likes to make some jokes. Even if Chen Ming ignores her, she can still live happily alone.

But the girl in front of me seemed very quiet and shy.

coincide?

This thought flashed through Chen Ming's mind, but he was a little shaken, and even he didn't believe it.

A world apart, two people who are neither relatives nor friends, yet look exactly the same. If it were just a coincidence, it would be too incredible.

"Son...good..."

Watched by Chen Ming's eyes, the girl poked her clothes shyly: "Little girl... Yang Yulan."

"Xiaosheng Chen Ming..."

Looking at Yang Yulan who was poking at the corner of her clothes alone, Chen Ming was silent for a moment, and then smiled.

Put aside the worries in your mind for the time being. Since you are destined to not get the real answer, you might as well put the worries aside for the time being and wait until you are able to explore the reasons in the future.

But at the moment, let’s deal with the situation in front of us first.

Thinking of this, he stopped where he was and looked up into the distance.

Under a patch of light in the distance, a lantern hung quietly there. Yang Shi and the woman in yellow were standing there at the moment, and they seemed to get along very well.

"Sister Liu...she has always been in contact with Mr. Yang...but she was too embarrassed to come over in front of too many people, so she pulled me over."

Yang Yulan lowered her head and looked at the ground, not knowing what she was thinking.

"I think it's pretty good."

Chen Ming smiled, looked at Yang Yulan in front of him who looked exactly like Yang Anjing, and said, "You look very much like a friend of mine before."

"Yeah?"

Yang Yulan raised her head and seemed a little happy: "Actually, I feel the same way."

"Just now, when I saw the young master, I felt as if I had seen him many times before."

Looking at the lights in the distance, standing in the breeze, she said softly: "It's like I used to know you, but I just forgot now..."

Chen Ming was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "The past has no trace, who can tell clearly."

"However, it's not too late to get to know each other again."

"I think so too." Yang Yulan looked at Chen Ming seriously and nodded seriously.

After chatting to this point, without realizing it, the two of them started talking more and more, and slowly walked around.

After they walked through the entire garden, Yang Yulan looked at the sky and then said shyly: "It's getting late, I should go back."

"Shall I give you a ride?" Chen Ming asked.

"no thanks."

The girl smiled, her face looking particularly beautiful under the night lights, quiet and elegant: "There are people from my father outside, I will go over there later."

"You told me before that you were here to participate in martial arts, right?"

She asked, and when Chen Ming nodded, he smiled happily and said, "I have a brother who will also participate in this martial arts competition. Then I can see you together."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

She carefully looked in front of her, and slowly walked towards the steps outside under Chen Ming's gaze.

As if to make Chen Ming stare longer, she walked very slowly, looking like the broken steps of a little girl, walking slowly.

Chen Ming watched him leave until his figure completely disappeared from sight, then he walked to the previous location.

He raised his head and looked up. At this moment, Yang Shi was still staying with the woman in yellow. It seemed that there was no way to solve the problem in a short time.

Seeing this, Chen Ming smiled and shook his head. He didn't mean to disturb her. He just walked around silently, admiring the surrounding scenery.

At this time, a figure in the distance slowly walked up.

It was an old monk wearing a monk's robe. It was the moment when he asked Chen Ming to leave his poem. Now he saw Chen Ming alone and smiled and asked: "How is it?"

"Not bad."

Chen Ming looked at the two people leaning together in the distance and nodded.

The old monk smiled, and then continued: "Since the donor has nothing to do for the time being, can you come in with me to talk?"

"The abbot of our temple, please come in and be our guest."

Hearing this, Chen Ming raised his eyebrows.

After a while.

Under the unexpected looks of some scholars and tourists, Chen Ming walked into a courtyard.

Compared with some sects, although Buddhism is relatively worldly, the noisy pilgrims on weekdays are not suitable for real ascetics to practice.

Therefore, some temples in this world are divided into two levels, one for receiving pilgrims and the other for true practice, which is not open to outsiders on weekdays.

What Chen Ming walked into at this moment was the inner courtyard of Changjue Temple.

Walking inside, the surrounding scene seems to have changed.

An elegant, calm and peaceful atmosphere filled the surroundings. In this courtyard, the noise from the outside world dimmed, leaving only a sense of tranquility.

While walking, after a while, Chen Ming saw a person at the end of the temple.

He was a skinny old monk, wearing a monk's robe, with a thin figure and a peaceful Buddha spirit all over his body. He stood quietly under a tree.

Seeing Chen Ming arriving, he turned around and cast a pair of deep eyes on Chen Ming.

Those eyes were calm and peaceful, and contained a strong sense of Buddhism. They seemed to have been tempered by the world, and had tasted the bitter, warm and vicissitudes of life. They were also like the innocence, frankness and incomparable purity of a three-year-old child.

Just by looking into these eyes, Chen Ming seemed to calm down and gain a unique understanding.

In his body, being pulled by external forces, the Dali Buddhist Sutra began to flow spontaneously.

The calm and long-lasting temperament and charm appeared in Chen Ming, accompanied by the profound light of great enlightenment and great thoughts, shining and blessing in an instant.

Every moment and every second, there are countless flashes of spiritual light, making his temperament deeper and richer.

A touch of Buddha nature appeared in Chen Ming's body. At the same time, deep in Chen Ming's body, the golden Buddha blood was stirred again, blooming with weak Buddha power.

The Dali Buddhist scriptures and the golden Buddha's blood complement each other, making Chen Ming at this moment look like the Buddha came to the world, majestic and sacred.

"Amitabha....."

Looking at Chen Ming in front of him, the skinny old monk recited a Buddha's name, and then sighed softly: "The ups and downs of a thought can be seen in its quality. This is the state of enlightenment."

"The little donor not only possesses the power of Buddha, but also has such profound Buddha nature, which is really rare."

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