my fairy man simulator

Chapter 3 A novice in Baozhu Temple
"Duk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk..."

Gu Han was awakened by bursts of rhythmic sounds, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself sleeping on a hard wooden bed, with a layer of gray bedding underneath and a thin layer covering his body. Outside the door, there was a sound of knocking on the wooden fish, as if devout monks were chanting sutras all night.

"This, what is this place?"

Gu Han was puzzled, he raised his eyes and found himself in a small meditation room, there was an incense table in the middle of the room, on top of the incense table was enshrined an unknown statue of Buddha, and right in front of the statue was A bright yellow incense burner is located, and three large sticks of incense are slowly burning in it, exuding waves of incense, which set off the statue's majestic appearance and incomparable grandeur.

"Great Yan Kingdom, Baozhu Temple, the little novice is pure and bright!"

Just when Gu Han was wondering, suddenly, a series of memories suddenly appeared in his mind, as if they were playing a movie, and quickly made him understand his current situation.

The location of his simulation this time is a small country called Dayan Kingdom in the Tiancang Realm, and his identity is a small novice monk who grew up in the temple in Baozhu Temple, a holy land of martial arts in the Dayan Kingdom. His dharma name is Jingming, Just turned 12 this year.

"Twelve years old? Not bad! Not bad for that age."

Recalling his identity in this life, Gu Han secretly nodded in his heart, quite satisfied.

12 years old, this age is the same as my own in reality, I don't know if it's a coincidence, or the simulator deliberately does it.

But in any case, this is also a good thing, because this is an age just out of childhood, not young, but not too old.

Such an age is just right for practicing martial arts. It won't damage the body because of being too young, and it won't cause the bones to be stereotyped and lose all potential because of being too old!

And now his status is also pretty good, the Holy Land of Martial Arts, this name is really bluffing.

Even though this so-called Yan Kingdom is not as powerful as the Yue Kingdom in reality, since it dares to call itself a Holy Land, it must have some real skills. At any rate, it can allow itself to grow a lot and learn a lot of offensive martial arts in order to crack the real world. dilemma.

"Speaking of which, I was really lucky this time. It just so happened that this little novice Jingming hadn't formally entered yet. Otherwise, if I didn't spend a single simulation point, I would want to obtain the identity of this little novice. I'm afraid it would be impossible."

Recalling the memories in the little novice's mind, Gu Han couldn't help but feel extremely lucky.

Baozhu Temple is a sacred place of martial arts in the Great Yan Kingdom. Since the temple was built, it has established many temple regulations, one of which is: those who are not absolutely loyal to this temple, who have not been able to learn martial arts from this temple, cannot be included in the gate wall of this temple, and become official disciples .

Little novice Jingming grew up in Baozhu Temple since he was a child, so his loyalty is unquestionable, that is, because he is still young and has not learned the true martial arts in the temple, he cannot be regarded as an official disciple of Baozhu Temple, even lay disciples. Not counted, can only be counted as a special ordinary child.

It is precisely because of this that Gu Han was able to pick up a big hole, replace his identity, and become the "direct line" in Baozhu Temple. If he slowed down even for a few hours, it would be impossible for him to possess the body in Jingming. body.

Because today is the time when Jingming and many other novice monks received precepts and were assigned by the abbot master to each hall to collect the gate wall of Baozhu Temple!
Gu Han thought in his heart that he was lucky, and then took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and didn't go to sleep, just lying cross-legged on the bed, meditating quietly, waiting for the big day to recover.

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call!
Time passed quickly, and two hours passed quietly in the blink of an eye. At this time, the sky had just dawned, and there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door of Gu Han's meditation room, followed by a sound of knocking on the wooden door.

Bang bang bang!Bang bang bang!
"Senior brother Jingming! Senior brother Jingming! Wake up, it's getting late, the abbot estimates that the initiation ceremony will start in the main hall in an hour, let's hurry up and go to the fasting hall for breakfast , and go earlier!"

After knocking on the door, a childish and excited voice resounded in Gu Han's ears. Gu Han recalled the identity of the person outside the door.

The name of this person is Jing Yuan, and he is a young novice who grew up with Yuanshen in the temple. Because he is three days younger than Yuanshen, he always calls Yuanshen his brother. The two have the closest relationship in the temple. Well, help each other often.

A few days ago, with the permission of the abbot, the two of them were able to receive the precepts today and included them in the gate wall. Therefore, they had already agreed with each other to arrive early today and receive the precepts together.

"Okay! Wait a minute, senior brother will be here soon."

Hearing Jing Yuan's voice, Gu Han also imitated his original tone and responded, then he accepted his invitation and went to the dining hall with him for dinner.

Afterwards, when getting along with Jing Yuan, Gu Han tried his best to imitate the speech and action habits of the original body, so as not to be seen by him.

During this process, I don't know whether Jing Yuan was too excited, or Gu Han was really pretending too well. Along the way, he didn't notice any changes in himself. Instead, he talked to himself excitedly about what to do after learning martial arts. , the big eyes are full of longing and longing.

At the third quarter of Mao time, the two finally arrived at the Daxiong Hall of Baozhu Temple.

At this time, there were already many monks waiting here in the main hall. Most of these monks, like Gu Han, were novice monks who were about to receive ordination today, and some were much older monks in yellow robes.

These yellow-robed monks stood in two rows, and all of them sat upright, with solemn faces and extraordinary momentum.

In Baozhu Temple, seniority is divided into eight levels, which are Liao, Jue, Ben, Yuan, Jing, Kong, Wu, and Heng.

In today's Baozhu Temple, the highest seniority is of course a few eminent monks of the Jue family who have long since retired and don't care about world affairs, and the next ones are the abbots of the original family and the heads of various halls.

The last ones are the yellow-robed monks of the Yuanzi generation and Yuanchen Jingming, who have not started or have just started.

Of course, there are many lay disciples in Baozhu Temple, and most of them are Jingzi and Yuanzi generations. A lot.

One message after another flashed through Gu Han's mind, allowing Gu Han to instantly understand the general classification in Baozhu Temple. After that, he and the flushed Jing Yuan stood in the square formed by the monks and waited for the abbot. The arrival of the master.

(End of this chapter)