When Qingchen saw Yan Qingyi, he didn\'t know why. He always felt that after seeing her, the feeling was very familiar, but he couldn\'t tell what it felt, it was very strange!

The little novice clasped his hands together, bowed his clothes to Yan, and said in a soft voice, "The benefactor, this is Senior Brother Qingchen, if you have something to do, you can find him. Now we are going down the mountain, and there is only Qingchen in the temple. Brother is with me!"

After Yan Qingyi smiled at the little novice, she looked at Qingchen, and the smile on her face disappeared naturally.

"Qingchen... do you remember me?"

Yan Qingyi was very afraid that he would say something that he didn\'t remember. Although she knew that the other party would say that he didn\'t remember, she still wanted to ask for some reason.

"Amitabha!" Qingchen saluted, his eyes were cold and expressionless, "The benefactor, the poor monk has never seen you before, how can you remember?"

This sentence made Yan Qingyi\'s heart throb suddenly!

Yes, Qingchen has never seen her in his life, how could he possibly remember her?

Qingchen\'s heart didn\'t know why, but suddenly felt a bit of pain, his nose was sore, and his hands didn\'t know why, but he wanted to reach out and hug her. Already hug her!

"Senior brother, why are you crying?" The little novice looked at Qingchen. He had been here for seven or eight years, and he had never seen a brother cry like this, which made him a little surprised.

"En?" Qingchen raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes. Seeing that there were some tears on the back of his hand, he looked at Yan Qingyi and put his hands together, "Donor, I made you laugh!"

Yan Qingyi looked at him without blinking.

Should he remember her? Otherwise, why do you cry when you see her?

The little novice saw Yan Qingyi staring at her senior brother in a daze, thinking what was wrong with her, so she reached out and pushed her. After she regained her senses, she did not respond to what Qingchen said earlier.

"Sorry, I have something else to do. I\'ll go now and come back to incense someday." After Yan Qingyi finished speaking, she hurriedly took out two pieces of silver from her sleeve and handed it to the little novice. Head away quickly.

The little novice looked down at the sesame oil money that Yan Qingyi gave in his hand, and then looked up at Qingchen, "Senior brother, what happened to you? Did you know the female donor just now?"

Qingchen also wanted to know if he knew her, and why his heart hurt so much after seeing her. What made him even more incomprehensible was that he hadn\'t cried for so many years, yet he would be in front of a stranger today. Lost!

"Senior brother?" The little novice\'s tone carried a bit of resentment, "Why are you like that female donor, you always like to be in a daze? You were never like this before, what happened?"

"It\'s nothing." Qingchen replied casually, then turned and walked away, but before taking a few steps, he returned to the little novice again, "Go and ask her what her name is!"

"Oh!" The little novice pouted her pink mouth and turned to chase after Yan Qingyi.

Qingchen looked up at the sky, why was that feeling so strong after seeing her? Why did he feel that way even though he had never seen her? What exactly is going on?

After Qingchen sighed, he lowered his head and rolled up the sleeve of his left sleeve. On his wrist, a black birthmark in the shape of a dragon came into his eyes.

Could that familiar feeling have something to do with this birthmark?

Buddhists often talk about the cycle of cause and effect. Could it be that... the appearance of the female benefactor is because of this imprint?