It is not easy to be a monk in the Tang Dynasty

In the autumn of the eighth year of Zhenguan, Chang'an City.

The autumn wind blows up the Wei River, and the fallen leaves are all over Chang'an!The sun was just rising, and the darkness gradually receded with the rising of the sun. After a while, the originally quiet street was filled with all kinds of noisy sounds, showing a bustling scene.

Zhenguan, an era that was created by Tian Khan Li Shimin and has left a lot of color in the 5000-year history of China, is slowly opening its splendid chapter.

In the Dazongchi Temple of Yongyangfang in the southwest corner of Chang'an City, the ancient and simple Sanskrit sounds, pure and cleansing people's souls, Zhang Yang sat up straight from the bed, stretched his arms comfortably, his eyes were dazed,

"Xiao Lizi, it's comfortable for you to dress up and serve me. You can ascend to heaven even if you know the way alone, quack!" Zhang Yang smiled wretchedly, but after waiting for a long time, no one responded.

"The damn kid ran away again!" Zhang Yang muttered, opening his eyes.

Green smoke curled up, and the room was filled with the scent of sandalwood. Zhang Yang took a deep breath, um, yes, very refreshing!Premium product!The newly bought mosquito-repellent incense smells so good, I will go to that store to buy it tomorrow!Zhang Yang nodded complacently, and smiled coquettishly, his vision is really good!

However, Zhang Yang's smile soon froze on his face. The wooden bed, the wooden table, the wooden door, the wooden window, and even the wooden beams on the roof, at this moment, Zhang Yang's head successfully changed became wood.

"I'm sure I haven't woken up yet!" Zhang Yang reached out and rubbed his eyes, blinking, and saw a pair of white, tender and slender hands.

"what"

Zhang Yang suddenly yelled in horror, his vocal cords were almost torn, at this moment he wished to chop off these hands, he really didn't want them.At this time, the mystery of ghost calls that has been passed down in Dazongchi Temple for thousands of years came into being.

Zhang Yang looked at the hands in front of him in horror, which should not be his hands anyway.

"Junior Brother Bianji, what happened?"

The person who came was very flustered, walking like a dragon and walking like a tiger, and ran to Zhang Yang's bed in a few steps, his simple and honest face was full of anxiety.

"who are you?"

Suddenly seeing a stranger appearing in front of him, and this person is so familiar to him, his public voice is full of guard, not talking to strangers has become his code of conduct, so enthusiastic, what kind of conspiracy trick?

"Junior Brother Bianji, what's wrong with you, I'm your senior brother Yun Yin, why don't you even know me?" Which play did you sing.

"You are a monk! How could I be a monk's younger brother? You don't want to say that I am also a monk, do you?"

Zhang Yang's gaze followed Yun Yin's hand to see that bald head, and the person who came was dressed as a monk often seen on TV, and he decisively guessed the other party's identity.

This kind of guessing made Zhang Yang's face ugly, who is so boring to play tricks on him!Could it be Xiao Lizi? It shouldn't be, but he can still think of such a way to tease himself with that kid's elm bumpy head?Zhang Yang himself didn't believe it.

"Of course you are a monk!"

Yun Yin replied as a matter of course, the boss with a pair of ox-eyed eyes was full of doubts when looking at Zhang Yang, he was very puzzled now, why did his little brother become so stupid after sleeping, why didn't he know anything .Yun Yin stretched out his right hand towards Zhang Yang's forehead, huh?You don't have a fever, why are you talking faintly in the morning?

boom!

Zhang Yang seemed to hear an explosion in his mind.Yun Yin's words made him feel anxious, as if he had caught something,

"Mirror, give me the mirror, quick!" Zhang Yang yelled at Yun Yin with a shrill voice.

Yun Yin handed the bronze mirror on the table to Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang quickly reached out to catch it. Instead of looking in the mirror right away, he took a deep breath and secretly cheered himself up in his heart. Finally, the hesitation on his face was replaced by firmness , looking at death like home, slowly aiming at the mirror.

The face in the mirror is very young, even immature.But looking at the appearance alone, it looks like the little white face that Zhang Yang was extremely jealous of. A pair of sword eyebrows add a touch of heroism to the neutral face. The bridge of the nose is high, the eyes are long and narrow, and the pupils are as black as ink, like a nine-tailed fox, absorbing the soul.With thin lips, pursed lips and a smile, a modest gentleman is as gentle as jade, but the top of his head is smooth, just like Yunyin.

Staring blankly at the figure in the mirror, Zhang Yang's hands trembled a little, and there was a voice in his heart shouting non-stop, no, really not, really not what he looked like for 24 years!

He pinched his arm fiercely, Zhang Yang's face was distorted by the real pain, it wasn't Nan Keyimeng!Zhang Yang was completely overwhelmed by all these supernatural events.What's wrong with me? Is it true that I have resurrected from a dead body like in the novel?

Zhang Yang really didn't want to believe it, he couldn't believe it.Blinking his eyes, he wanted to see more clearly, but the bald monk in the mirror was still facing him, never leaving him.

Now Zhang Yang really gave up completely, it wasn't a dream, he really became another person.

As ordinary as him, how could he encounter these things, how could he appear here?

Looking at the decorative clothes here, it is obvious that they did not enter the ancient times of modern civilization. He does not want to use his knowledge hundreds of years ahead of him to stir up troubles and stir up wind and rain in this era, like those heroines in novels. Convince!Raise your arms and call out, the responders gather!

He publicized that he just wanted to live a quiet life with his relatives and friends, but now it seems that ordinary things that cannot be ordinary, ordinary things that cannot be ordinary are a luxury for him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang's eyes are red, he can't go back, he can't go back again, his parents, his best friends, relatives and friends will never be seen again, his best friend, that bitch Xiao Li, will definitely hide and laugh Yes, finally I won't be bullied by this young master again.

"Junior brother, master is still waiting for us to go to morning class." Yun Yin who was ignored at the side finally couldn't help but said.

Although the situation of the little juniors is worrying, Yun Yin does not dare to procrastinate any longer. You must know that although their masters usually treat people with a smile, once they are found to be slack in their homework and disrespectful to the Lord Buddha, the punishment will be quite severe. Yun Yin shuddered at the number of scriptures he wanted to be punished for copying.

Yun Yin's voice awakened Zhang Yang, and Zhang Yang had to face up to the fact that he had become someone else. Since he knew nothing about this era, he should play the role of this body well, be a little monk, and get acquainted with this strange and strange world as soon as possible. place.

"Brother, Master should be in a hurry, let's find Master and his old man right now!"