The sky was just bright, the silent mountain was still shrouded in a thin mist, and a distant and muffled bell sound came from the top of the mountain. The bell sound slowly spread over the mountain and conveyed to the distance, one after another, waking up the quiet mountain from its sleep. The early birds chirped incessantly, and even the dew on the leaves seemed to come alive.

  On the waist of a mountain stands an ancient temple, majestic and solemn. The buildings, weathered by years, have many patches, but one can always discover its unique carvings and charm in every corner. After the bell rings, the whole temple becomes lively, with monks wearing simple robes hurrying to and fro, no one running, nor any unnecessary noise.

  Soon, the square in front of the main hall was filled with monks, who sat cross-legged on their mats with calm and solemn faces, their eyes level and unwavering. The abbot sat at the very front, his eyes slightly closed, reciting scriptures silently. Throughout the entire square, only the head of the Vinaya School, Zheng, was loudly calling out the names of the monks.

  "Clear sky."

  "The disciple is here."

  "Its clear."

  "The disciple is here."

  ……

  At the foot of a distant mountain, on a winding mountain road, a brand new Bentley GT4.0 slowly drove down the mountain, driven by a man who looked no more than thirty years old, with narrow and long phoenix eyes hidden behind gold-rimmed frameless glasses, his lips were tightly pursed into a line, showing no emotion.

  He seems to like white, a white sweater, a white windbreaker jacket, white trousers, white leather shoes, and a platinum watch. He drives while occasionally glancing at the expressions of people beside him through the rearview mirror.

  The little bald head sat on the passenger seat, looking no more than five or six years old, wearing a safety belt, with both feet unable to touch the floor of the car. The shiny big head had not a single hair, and it looked even brighter than a mirror under the sunlight. A white childrens outfit hung loosely on his body, making him look even smaller and cuter.

  Xiao Guang was sulking at the moment, his chubby little hands supporting his round and plump cheeks, his two big and bright eyes staring silently out of the window. The bell on the mountain top tolled slowly and heavily, but the sound of the monks chanting sutras could not be heard. Xiao Guangs gaze dimmed slightly, as if he had let out a deep sigh like an adult.

  Bai Xi Jing couldnt help but curve the corners of his mouth, the arc small enough to only prove his pleasant mood, "Next time I have a chance, I can bring you back to take a look."

  "Ill definitely be back." Little Guangs eyes, a mix of pure black and white, shone brightly and purely, making it hard to look directly at them. His thick and long eyelashes blinked rapidly, as if being gazed at by these eyes alone would make you believe anything he said, even if he claimed the sky was round and the earth was square.

  "Master said that when I grow up, I can decide things for myself. If I still want to return to the temple, he will personally tonsure me. Master wont lie, and when I grow up, Ill come back by myself."

  Xiao Guangs face was stern, with a meaty bun-like complexion, showing his serious demeanor. Looking into his clear and pure big eyes, Bai Xijings mood inexplicably improved. It seemed that adopting this child was the right decision, at least he felt that life was no longer so dull and stifling.

  Xiao Guang Tou is five and a half years old this year. He is a monk from Pu Zhen Temple on the mountain. Since he was picked up by his master when he was just one month old, he has been living in the temple. The whole temple is full of adult monks, and he is the only child. So, until now and for a long time to come, Xiao Guang Tou thought he was a real boy, but in fact, he is a pure girl, she should be referred to as "her"!

  Xiao Guangtou grew up listening to scriptures, and she was more devout than other monks when facing the Buddha and Bodhisattva. However, she couldnt understand the masters explanations of "Amitabha", "Good good" and "ordinary beings". Instead, she liked to go find the young monks in the Wu Seng Tang to fight with, although... her thin arms and legs didnt have much combat power, but this was the only game she could play.

  The temple is almost isolated from the world, and life inside is completely self-sufficient. Every day is simple and hard, regardless of age, everyone has to work, recite scriptures, worship Buddha, and copy Buddhist scriptures. But because she has been living like this since she was aware, Xiaoguang thinks its all normal. She doesnt know that a five-year-old can be spoiled by their elders, sleep in until the sun shines on their butt, and not have to do any chores but still eat well, dress warmly, and buy toys.

  Xiao Guang Tou really likes Pu Zhen Temple, likes the master who loves to sit in meditation, likes the strict monk of the Precepts Hall, likes the big-waisted and round-shouldered martial arts hall master, likes the chubby and Maitreya-like rice head apprentice, likes to compare water with her every day but also mocks her for being small and weak Ming Ran apprentice...

  She liked everything in the temple of Pu Zhen, but her master drove her out of the temple.

  At the thought of this, Xiaoguangs mouth pouted, and crystal clear tears quickly gathered, but were held back in her eyes, about to fall but not falling. Her long and dense eyelashes looked like butterfly wings that had gotten wet and could no longer fly, making one feel a pang of heartache.

  Bai Xi Jing couldnt help but sigh, his bony hands pressed against the small, round head of Guang, rubbing it forcefully. "Your master is right, if you dont enter the mortal world, how can you see through it? Youre only five years old, and youve already decided to spend your life accompanying the ancient Buddhas lamp, its really a bit too early."

  "Five and a half." Xiaoguang corrected Baixijings mistake about her age with a very serious expression. Looking at Xiaoguangs serious face, Baixijing almost burst out laughing, "Okay, okay, five and a half, Daddy was wrong, shouldnt have gotten Xijuns age wrong."

  "Hmm. Whats a father?" Little Jingchen asked curiously.

  On the mountain, there were only monks who had cut off all worldly desires and rarely discussed mundane matters. Xiao Jingchen was an abandoned child, so she couldnt help but get entangled in heart-wrenching questions like "Why did my dad and mom not want me?" The monks intentionally or unintentionally avoided certain common-sense education, resulting in words like "dad" and "mom", which represented the closest and most important people to normal individuals, being eerily unfamiliar to her.

  Bai Xi choked for a moment before saying, "Youll understand later. From now on, Im your father, and you have to call me Dad!"

  Thats like saying nothing at all. Xiao Jingchen was unhappy and pouted, "Oh."

  Children are always forgetful, the car slowly drove out of the mountainous area and onto the highway, the scenery along the way changed from mountains and forests to farmland and houses, Xiaojing became lively again, she leaned on the window looking at the outside scenery which was completely different from the mountains, and said "Dad, were you also a disciple of Master before?"

  "Yes, when I was young, my body wasnt very good, so my father and mother sent me to the temple for quiet cultivation, until I left at the age of 15."

  "Whats mom again?"

  Bai Xi Jing looked strange and remained silent for two seconds before saying, "Its Dads wife."

  "What is a wife?"

  “……！！！”

  "Does Daddy have a wife?"

  Nothing.

  "Oh."

  "... Bai Xijing suddenly felt a slight cramp in his stomach!"

  "What was Fathers dharma name in the past?"

  "... fate is understood." Bai Xijing let out a subtle breath of relief, the little rascal was indeed the most infuriating!

  For a lay disciple, the Dharma name is usually only used in the temple. So many years have passed, and Bai Xijing has almost forgotten that he had such a name. Now that he mentions it again, he feels as if he has been transported to another world. Xiaojing doesnt understand why he suddenly becomes dazed, and after asking the question out of curiosity, she throws it aside once she gets an answer.

  S City is the economic capital of Huaxia, with 70% of the countrys economy and trade concentrated here, aside from the capital. If any country dares to drop an atomic bomb on S City, the entire economy of Huaxia will at least regress by fifty years.

  It can be said that S city is the gateway to Huaxia, and what it lacks least are rich people. It can also be said that in this city, almost every person with a head and face has a complex network of relationships in the capital, while those who hold significant weight in the capital may not necessarily have any say in S city.

  The population density of S city is very large, except for some special areas where luxury villas can be built, apartment buildings still occupy the majority of developers favor. As long as the foundation is well-built, the design is good, and no corners are cut, apartment buildings can be continuously stacked, occupying an advantage in quantity. After all, the homebuyers in S city are mainly white-collar workers.

  The car drove into the underground parking lot of Jin Ding Huayuan Community Building A, and Bai Xijing helped Xiao Jingchen open the door. He watched her jump down to the ground, lock the car door, and then thought about how he was 1.84 meters tall with long arms and legs, while Xiao Jingchen was less than 1 meter tall. When they came down from the mountain, Bai Xijing had already personally experienced the tragic consequences of their height difference, and for this lifetime, he did not want to see his "son" rolling around like a little ball again.

  So, almost subconsciously, Bai Xijing bent down and picked up Xiao Jingchen. As soon as Xiao Jingchens feet left the ground, Bai Xijings movements paused for a moment, and his eyes flickered slightly. He calmly placed Xiao Jingchen in his arms, rolled up one of her sleeves, revealing a slender arm like a lotus root. On her plump wrist was a simple metal ring, which any expert could see had a very nice scientific name called "Gravity Buckle". The Gravity Buckle on Xiao Jingchens hand was very small, probably only about two kilograms in weight, and it pressed down on her fleshy wrist, making it sink slightly.

  Bai Xijing was also a disciple of Pu Zhen Temple and naturally knew the rules of Pu Zhen Temple, "What mistake did I make?"

  Xiao Jingchen lowered his head and looked at the small gravity buckle, pursed his lips and smiled shyly, "I beat up my junior from the Wu Seng Hall."

  "How many did you beat up?"

  Xiao Jing Yan seriously counted on her fingers, "Six."

  "Are you going to hit me again?"

  "Hmm." Xiao Jingchen nodded, then pouted slightly, "But Master said that using brute force to fight is wrong, so he put this on me. After wearing it and beating up my senior brother again, Master didnt make me face the wall and reflect anymore."

  Bai Xi was silent, youve already put on eight kilograms of heavy gravity locks, if youre still going to be beaten up, then its those junior brothers who should reflect on their mistakes!

  Its said that a child so young, with bones not yet fully grown, shouldnt be given such a heavy burden, otherwise it would easily affect her normal growth and development. However, Xiaojing was born with extraordinary talent, and after she used her small fists to knock down a certain adult senior apprentice and fell in love with this sport, the abbot had no choice but to think of ways to suppress her violent tendencies. Unfortunately, the four heavy gravity locks on her hands and feet were unable to hold back her "fiercely brave and fiercely fierce" nature.