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

The wind is roaring and roaring, screaming arrogantly in the wide street, the wind is blowing withered leaves, circling and playing in the sky, the clouds in the sky are dyed black, so heavy that the air cannot hold them, only a little bit I pressed down, very low, and felt that my breathing became less smooth.

At a certain moment, the cloud cried, and the bean-sized raindrops fell drop by drop, and soon the raindrops formed a line and threaded into a curtain to form a curtain. The rain in late autumn has become as cold as freezing, and there are no pedestrians on the road. cold.

Zhang Yang lay quietly on the ground, letting the rain hit his face, his hair stuck to his cheeks, and the bruises on his face turned purple, he was very embarrassed.

I don't want to move, my whole body hurts badly, but I can't lie here.With injuries all over the body and bleeding, the consequences of lying on the ground in this rainy day are definitely not as simple as having a fever and coughing. In Datang, where the medical level is extremely backward, there is no penicillin, no specific medicine, and even the simplest typhoid fever is possible. Turned into fatal pneumonia, the result of the infection Zhang Yang didn't have the guts to try it, after all he didn't know if he would have another chance to time travel, he wanted to live.

Struggling to get up again and again, but my hands can’t use the strength, my hands should be dislocated. Just now, in order not to hurt my head, I can only use my hands to protect my brain from their cruel beatings. Now it’s extremely painful to move my hands .

He kept trying, clenched his teeth, his lips were torn to reveal traces of blood, and finally stood up. Zhang Yang dragged his broken body and walked slowly towards the avenue.In this remote alley, no one will pay attention. The consequences of lying on the ground are likely to lie down forever and never get up again.On the avenue, you can at least ask for help and look for a life.

My head hurts like it's about to explode, my feet are soft, and every step I take is a battle, a battle with my willpower!

Eyes are heavy, I want to sleep, I can’t see the outside scene clearly, I can only move step by step according to instinct, the streets of Chang’an are not so smooth, although it is paved with bluestone, but after several years of use, let alone in Datang There is no modern grinding stone, and the small roughness on the road has become a gully that hinders walking. One step is deep, one step is shallow, and it is crooked.The foot that was finally lifted touched a protruding stone tip, and Zhang Yang fell to the ground without any suspense.

Just lie on the ground like this, and sleep like this.Maybe it's because people who are sick and hurt are more fragile in heart, and Zhang Yang even has the urge to die like this at this moment.

drive!drive!drive!

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"Miss, master will be fine!"

Ke'er looked at her young lady worriedly, how could such a good master suddenly suffer from such a strange disease, and how could he fail when he was well?Originally, I accompanied the lady to the suburbs to relax and take a look at the maple leaves. The maple leaves that the lady likes most burn like a fire, making people feel warm even in late autumn. In the past few months, the lady who practiced in Yinmei Temple has never laughed. Once, I finally managed to persuade the young lady to come out, but the housekeeper Ji Bo hurried over, saying that the master had suddenly contracted a strange disease and was in great pain. The doctors in the city had no choice but to resign themselves to fate. If this continues, it is very likely . . . . . .

Ke'er didn't dare to think about it, so she could only stare at the young lady closely. Could it be that God really couldn't see it? In just a few months, the young lady has suffered so much wronged and criticized her. The wife passed away early, even if the master remarried So what with a lady.To whom can I tell the pain in my heart, how many times did the lady wake up from her dream? It was not easy for the lady to go out today to relax, but something happened to the master again.

"Appeal."

"Housekeeper Ji, why did you stop!" Ji Yanran's tone was not very good, thinking about it, her father was lying on the bed for some reason, wouldn't it be fatal if he didn't hurry up and stop the car at this time!Who is not in a hurry?

"Miss, there is a young man lying at the intersection ahead, blocking our way, should we help?"

Steward Ji's tone was a little hesitant, and he secretly glanced at Ji Yanran's face.Of course he knew that the lady was in a hurry, and there was no time to meddle in other things at this time, but they all knew the person lying on the ground, so it was up to the lady to decide whether to pay attention to it or not.

"Uncle Ji, the master is still waiting for Miss! This road is so wide and twists and turns. There is no way to get in the way." Ke'er muttered, looking suspiciously at Butler Ji with big eyes. Did Uncle Ji not care? A serious person, I usually respect the master very much. How can I focus on other things at this critical moment? It's suspicious!

Ke'er is not afraid of Uncle Ji, Steward Ji is not strict with others, as long as he is not slack in what his masters entrusted, he will rarely embarrass little girls like them, not to mention that he is Miss's personal maid after all, as Ji The only daughter in the mansion, Ji Yanran is still very favored, which also makes the little maid Ke'er's status aloof among the servants, so even if she speaks to Butler Ji like this, she will not be punished.

As a maid, Ke'er is still very conscientious. It's not that she is inhumane and indifferent to human life, but that it is already dark and the other party is a strange man. If the lady saves this man, he is obviously injured. Who knows who he offended and what troubles the Ji Mansion will bring if he is saved.Just considering the reputation of the young lady, Ke'er is not willing to save this strange man.

Although the folk customs of the Tang Dynasty are relatively open now, there is no strict requirement of Cheng Zhu Neo-Confucianism on women in later generations. Women are required to stay out of the second door, and they can only wait in the embroidery building to get married. The innocence has a great impact.

Nowadays, women can even fall in love with men freely, and notify their parents after they are in love. If they are well-matched, the parents will generally achieve good things and will not hinder them.Coupled with the sturdy sexual behavior of the royal women in the Tang Dynasty, their degree of openness is hard to match even later generations. Face-to-face and male favorites emerge in endlessly. Some rumors are generally regarded as an elegant thing, and some people even write some poems to make fun of them.

But the young lady is different. Ever since she was repented by that wolf-hearted fiancé a few months ago, there have been rumors that the young lady is destined to kill men.This kind of rumor is simply heart-wrenching. In Datang, I am not afraid of your flair, but if you have the name of an evil star, you will never want to find a good husband in this life.

In desperation, the master had no choice but to send the young lady to the Yinmei Nunnery to practice cultivation in order to get rid of the evil spirit, and he was not allowed to get along with men, otherwise the evil spirit on his body would hit a man and the lady would not die well.Ke'er scoffed at this statement, Miss is not a vixen who specializes in sucking yang and replenishing yin, and it's not all because of that nasty Mr. Zhang, thinking of that person's name, Ke'er shook her head and frowned, as if swallowing a fly uncomfortable.