I am collecting entries in reincarnation

Chapter 1 Why did I enter the reincarnation?

"Congratulations! You have been selected as a special user of this game and can enjoy free early trial service."

"Wow? I'm so lucky?" Li Ming smiled slightly and clicked on the message casually. The computer screen jumped to another plain page.

There is a scroll in the center of the picture, and the surrounding area is a deep darkness, but it seems to have some color. If I have to describe it, it should be the colorful black that Party A likes most.

Li Ming lightly clicked the scroll with his mouse, and the scroll automatically unfolded, revealing a series of blurry pictures, followed by a series of words appearing.

"'Record of the Eternal Reincarnation', a universe of countless worlds, where the true spirit is immortal, pursuing eternity in the cycle of reincarnation. It sounds like a traditional Chinese style immortal cultivation game. When did I add it to my wishlist? I can't remember. Forget it, I'll just play for a while."

Li Ming muttered something, clicked the download button, and didn't take it seriously. He opened the takeaway that he had just taken from the door handle, placed it in front of the computer desk, and opened a seafood live broadcast to watch the electronic version of "Wulin Wai Zhuan".

Almost at the same time, when Li Ming put away the disposable lunch box, a ding-dong sound came from the speaker, indicating that the game download was complete. Li Ming looked up and saw that it had started to install automatically. He then quickly cleaned up the desktop, closed the webpage and opened the game.

The game icon is exactly the scroll that appeared on the previous promotional page, and it has a somewhat freehand aesthetic. The icon is well designed, which makes Li Ming feel a little excited.

The game interface is very simple, with only three options: a new beginning, old memories and leaving the game. The ink painting style of the background further confirms Li Ming's guess that this game is a traditional Chinese style game.

"Never mind, let's play first!"

Li Ming glanced at it casually, and clicked on "new start" almost without hesitation, and the scene changed.

A line of words appeared on the desktop.

[When you were born, you were abandoned by your biological parents at the back door of the temple.]

[Your dying cry was heard by a monk, who held you in his arms, and you survived.]

You were named Mingxin and grew up in a temple.

You've loved martial arts since childhood, but your talent is mediocre. Even with your hard work, you're still only average at the temple. The Dharma Academy's martial monk selections are coming up soon, and you've been worried lately.

【Today, you are sixteen years old. 】

"A text game?" Li Ming looked at the interface with only text and no pictures and was a little confused whether it was just a text simulation or the game had not started yet. He just muttered in his heart.

Then Li Ming felt an unprecedented sleepiness. The next second, Li Ming's eyes went dark. The last scene he saw was a few lines of text disappearing. The camera was projected onto a courtyard, and a bald monk appeared in the middle.

“This should be my role.”

With the last thought, Li Ming completely lost consciousness.

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Mingxin has been a little worried recently. The selection for the Dharma Academy is approaching, but he always falls a little short and is not completely sure. In addition, he always dreams of many strange things, such as tall buildings and flying iron chickens. But every time he wakes up, everything in the dream seems to have disappeared without a trace and he can't remember a single thing, which makes him feel lost. Occasionally, he asks his master, and his master just tells him not to think too much and to recite Buddhist scriptures more before going to bed. Everything will be fine when he grows up. Today is February 18th, the day Mingxin was picked up. Mingxin is sixteen years old.

The next moment, all the thoughts, memories, and cognitions from the previous dream suddenly emerged. Mingxin stood there in a daze, the muscles on his face twitching, revealing an extremely complicated expression.

"So, I've traveled through time?"

Mingxin, or Li Ming, reached out and looked at the gray monk's robe on his body, then touched his bald forehead.

The first thought that came to my mind was, "It doesn't matter if I'm bald. After two more years of programming, I'm afraid I'll get bald hair. At least now no one will know that I'm losing my hair on my own."

Then a feeling of sadness came over him. Li Ming's life was not very good. He was just a small programmer working in a first-tier city. He had just graduated for two or three years, but at least he had enough food and clothing and did not have much expenses. He could save tens of thousands of yuan after working hard for a year. Although he had no girlfriend, he was still a hot commodity in the blind date market when he went home for the New Year because of his height, good looks and decent income.

I originally planned to work for a few more years to save enough money and then return to the county town to get married, have children, and start some small business. This kind of life is not very good, but it is not bad either.

How did the protagonist suddenly die? My parents are not dead, and there is still 200,000 yuan in the bank account that I haven't spent. If I am dead or missing, will this inheritance go to my parents?
Fortunately, I have an older brother, so the two of us are not left without support in our old age. But I don’t know if I can ever repay him for his kindness in raising me.

For a moment, Li Ming's mind was filled with complicated thoughts. Perhaps influenced by Ming Xin's sixteen years of memories, he subconsciously said "Amitabha."

Then he smiled bitterly and said, "Now that we are here, let's make the best of it. If the Buddha is still alive, please bless my parents."

"Mingxin, what are you mumbling about?"

A kind, elderly voice rang out from outside the courtyard. Li Ming quickly turned and saw a skinny, white-bearded monk. The monk, slightly hunched over, looked at Li Ming with a kind gaze. Li Ming bowed slightly and said, "Master, I didn't. I just..." At this point, Li Ming suddenly choked up, unsure how to explain. Should he tell the monk that he was now a time traveler and had just asked the Buddha to bless his parents?

The old monk shook his head and said, "It's okay, you're still young. It's nothing serious. Today is your birthday. Come with me to the fire room later and I'll cook you a bowl of longevity noodles."

"Yes, disciple thanks Master." Li Ming hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

It was this old monk who saved Mingxin from the wind and snow. The old monk's Buddhist name was Fabei. In Mingxin's memory, Fabei treated him very well. It could be said that he made up for all the love that Mingxin lacked. At this moment, Li Ming looked at Fabei who was walking in front. His somewhat hunched back seemed to look tall.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that one is old and the other is young, both of them have martial arts skills and are quite fast on their feet. Yes, you read that right, they are martial arts masters.

Martial arts do exist in this world, and the upper limit is not low. Mingxin has only seen martial monks in the temple who are older than him. They can crush rocks into powder with a pair of bare hands, and a swing of their arms can exert a force of over a thousand pounds.

Even if Mingxin were placed in Li Ming's era, a dozen or so men would not be his match. Li Ming's level can only be regarded as average among the young monks in Guangde Temple. But what is Guangde Temple in the world?

Mingxin practiced hard day and night, but still failed to develop internal energy and was only considered an outer disciple. The upcoming Dharma Academy monk selection would be a big stepping stone to continue his martial arts journey.

After entering the Dharma Academy, one can not only learn more advanced martial arts, but also receive lectures from teachers. The main job of the monks is to continue to practice martial arts diligently, and chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha's name is only done in the morning and evening. There is no shortage of necessary resources.

However, if you don't enter the Dharma Academy, it is not impossible to continue practicing martial arts. It's just that without the concentrated teaching of elders, it will be more difficult to learn new martial arts.

There were also many miscellaneous tasks assigned to him, which inevitably caused delays. Perhaps influenced by Li Ming's memories of his previous life, Mingxin had been very interested in martial arts since he was a child. He had been practicing martial arts diligently, hoping to enter the Dharma Academy and become a glorious martial monk.

Originally, if Mingxin had succeeded in condensing his internal energy, he wouldn't have to worry about the selection of martial monks for the Dharma Academy. Guangde Temple stipulated that anyone who condensed their own energy before the selection held every three years did not need to take the test and would have already occupied a spot.

Unfortunately, even though Mingxin practiced martial arts diligently, his talent was really ordinary. Now that he had reached the stage of Qi Condensation, he couldn't find a way to do it. As the selection was approaching, he was extremely anxious.

Li Ming, who inherited everything from Mingxin, was thinking secretly in his heart. He had not yet figured out the current situation, but with the speed of their legs, they arrived at the fire room of Guangde Temple in just a moment.

"Greetings, Master Fabei."

When several fire monks saw that it was Fabei, they all greeted him. This was not only because of Fabei's seniority, but mainly because Fabei was a senior monk with both virtue and talent. Not only was he well versed in Buddhism, but he was also compassionate and had no airs towards the monks in the temple. How could such a senior monk not be respected?

Fabei smiled and returned the greeting, saying, "Today is our Xiaoxin'er's birthday. I'd like to borrow the stove. Is that okay?"

Hearing Xiao Xin'er's name, Li Ming couldn't help but blush and said quickly: "Master, I'm already sixteen!"

Fabei smiled upon hearing this and said, "A name is just a code name. We are studying Buddhism, so why should we focus on it? However, it is up to you. Xiaoxin has grown up, so we can no longer call him Xiaoxin. From now on, we can call him Mingxin."

Looking at Fabei's kind smile, Li Ming felt warm in his heart. Although it was a time travel, in fact, all of Mingxin's past seemed to be his own experience, without any barriers. Li Ming had deep feelings for this old man who raised him.

Naturally, the fire monks would not refuse Fabei's request, and they quickly made room for a stove. Fabei said nothing, and after thanking him, he started to work, fiddling back and forth on the kitchen counter.

You know, although Fabei looks old, he has practiced martial arts for many years after all, so his hands and feet are very nimble. In no time, a bowl of fragrant longevity noodles was placed in front of Li Ming.

Fabei took off her apron, still smiling, and said, "Eat."

Then, as if remembering something, he grabbed a handful of green onions and sprinkled them into the bowl. He smelled the fragrance, then nodded in satisfaction and clapped his hands.

"That's it, Mingxin. After you eat this bowl of noodles, you will be sixteen years old and an adult. In the blink of an eye, my little Mingxin has grown up so much. Time flies so fast."

Fabei was speaking slowly, but Li Ming suddenly thought of his grandfather. Grandpa Li Ming passed away early, but when he was a child, he loved eating the rice fried by his grandfather. It was only made with chopped green onions and eggs, but the fried rice was the most fragrant in the world. It seemed that every time he went home and asked his grandfather to make fried rice, his grandfather would sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions on the rice before taking it out of the pan, and then watch him eat quietly.

While eating noodles, Li Ming silently shed two lines of tears, and Fabei seemed to have noticed something and stopped talking. He just watched Li Ming eat the whole bowl of noodles without leaving any.

"Mingxin, are you done eating?" Fabei smiled, twirling his beard, and asked calmly, "How does it taste?"

"The noodles made by Master are the best." Li Ming wiped his face and mouth, then looked up at his Master.

"Okay, come, follow me, Master has something to tell you." Fabei gently touched Li Ming's bald head, the smile on his face faded, and he looked a little solemn.

Ps: Buddhists can eat meat (that is, green onions), but in the temple I set up, it is allowed. Just think of it as the difference between two worlds.

(End of this chapter)