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

Zhang Yang followed Yun Yin along the way. At this time, it was just autumn, and the entire Dazongchi Temple was wrapped in golden yellow, and the sun shone through, as if the Buddha's light was shining, resplendent and resplendent!The whole picture is magnificent and full of beautiful feelings.

Several pine trees on both sides of the road are tall and straight, still green, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums drifts with the breeze.There, clusters of chrysanthemums compete for beauty, chrysanthemums, the hermits of flowers!Quiet and far-reaching, it can be considered as a perfect complement to Buddhism.

On the road, I met a few young monks in a hurry, probably because they were afraid of being late and being punished by the abbot, they followed Yun Yin Zhangyang with their heads down, and they came to the scripture hall of Dazongchi Temple.Zhang Yang looked around all the way, trying to find a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't resonate with the scene he saw in his mind.It seems that Lord Buddha didn't give him any golden fingers, and he didn't inherit any memory and skills from the original owner.

When they came to the entrance of the scripture hall, everyone walked slowly, straightened their appearance, bowed to the old monk sitting on the ground in the room, and said, "Master." Without waiting for the old man to answer, everyone quickly found their seats and started with the old monk. Amitabha started his morning class and knocked on the wooden fish.After everyone sat down, Zhang Yang sat cross-legged on the only vacant futon in the middle, knocked on the wooden fish with his hand, but looked around with eyes dripping.

Zhang Yang stared at the old monk curiously, but he saw that he had a fairy demeanor, a childlike face with white hair, a ruddy complexion, and a fluttering white beard.Zhang Yang twitched his lips unobtrusively, and he was a magic stick pretending to be a ghost.

As if feeling something in his heart, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes and met Zhang Yang's stunned eyes.

Huh?

When he was about to say something, his eyebrows were furrowed, his face full of doubts.But for a moment, the old monk seemed to think of something, and nodded naturally, but his sharp eyes were still fixed on Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's scalp felt numb when the old monk stared at it, it was really weird, the old monk was a bit evil, as if everything about himself was exposed in front of him, Zhang Yang's heart suddenly arose.

No way, is this old monk really an eminent monk who can see through people's past and present lives?

If someone had said this to Zhang Yang before today, he would have called the mental hospital to ask them to strengthen their precautions, and don't accidentally release a mental patient to scare people!But after going through this bloody incident, Zhang Yang is not sure, maybe there are ghosts and gods in this world, otherwise, how could he appear here so unluckily!

This old monk can't really see his buddy's real body, and then give him a steamed braised braised and stir-fried, Amitabha, the old monk won't be so cruel, right?

Zhang Yang greeted God weakly in his heart, it wouldn't let him be so unlucky, right?Keeping a close eye on the old monk's every move, if the old monk really starts to move, the thin arms and legs of his own size are really no match for him.As long as the old monk shouted loudly, "Where is the evildoer, don't show your real body quickly", I believe that all the young monks present will respond in groups, smashing, frying, and beating him.

"Well, good, good!"

Just when Zhang Yang was thinking about how to escape from the old monk's deadly situation, he suddenly heard the old monk's praise, uh, Zhang Yang felt that he could not keep up with the old monk's rhythm, and he couldn't understand the old monk at all. What does it mean? Could it be that he has seen how extraordinary his buddies are, and wants to be paralyzed and then kill the enemy in one fell swoop?Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy?

"Bianji, I see that your six sense organs are pure, as if you cut off the world of mortals. It is indeed the wisdom root that is uniquely destined to my Buddha. It is worthy of the old monk's painstaking advice to find a successor for my Buddhism."

The old monk proudly raised his bald head, his moustache trembled, and his face was full of stinky farts, which made Zhang Yang suddenly have the urge to kick someone, and the words of the old monk also made Zhang Yang understand the reason why he dressed so well. The culprit of the little monk is this wretched old bald donkey in front of him.

"I have a fart's wisdom roots, six clean roots, cutting off the world of mortals? It's a joke! My biggest dream is to be a little girl, a dog slave, with gold, silver and jewels in my arms, and beautiful wives and beautiful concubines in a row! But you The old monk wants me to be an old virgin for the rest of his life, this young master swears against you!"

Zhang Yang stared at the old monk with unkind eyes. If it weren't for him, maybe he would be living a happy life with clothes on his hands, food on his mouth, and yellow dogs walking all over the ground behind him. Eating fast and chanting Buddha together, this kind of life is really not his pursuit!

He didn't care about Zhang Yang's eyes, the old monk was still talking about how beautiful he was, Zhang Yang had to admit that he really had a good eye for people, what kind of expert is this guy, he's just a narcissist !

Looking at the current appearance of the old monk, there is no trace of the immortal demeanor just now. It is completely like the Tang monk in Journey to the West, and he is still a wretched type!

Staring dissatisfiedly at the old monk's lips that kept moving up and down, Zhang Yang really wanted to find a needle to sew it up, but he didn't dare!After all, this is not his home field. The right time, place and people are just like him, so he will not act rashly. Zhang Yang thinks in his heart that impulsiveness is the devil!This kind of aggrieved thing is really depressing!For the instigator who ruined his happy life, Zhang Yang is full of resentment towards the old monk, even if he is the master of this body.

I don’t want to be this little monk who only knows how to recite scriptures and knock wooden fish. Chasing after flowers and chasing butterflies to become a young master among flowers is my ultimate goal. Brothers like monks have no luck. They seem to have thought of something, Zhang Yang An evil smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I am based on the ground of cause, with the heart of reciting the Buddha, I entered the patience of non-birth, and now in this world, I take the people who recite the Buddha and return to the pure land. The Buddha asked about the perfect understanding, and I have no choice. First, Bianji, since you have purified your six faculties, from today onwards, you will pray to the Buddha in meditation with the old monk, and seek the true meaning of the Buddha. With your wisdom root, I believe that you will achieve consummation of merit and virtue, and you will see my Buddha."

Zhang Yang's head can't turn around, what, let me pray to the Buddha quietly, please, your old eyes are not covered with gum.When it comes to chanting, Zhang Yang is one of the top two. The Tang Monk in Journey to the West that came to mind overlapped with the old monk in front of him. Zhang Yang couldn't help shivering. God damn it, how could I become like that.

For chanting sutras, Zhang Yang understood the seven orifices and the six orifices, but didn't know anything.I only remember a miniature story about the monk's love and hatred, the vendetta in the rivers and lakes: Bald donkey, dare to compete with the pindao for the master!The story is very funny, but Zhang Yang can't laugh now, because he tragically discovered that now he himself is the so-called bald donkey.Ah~~, Zhang Yang roared in his heart, fuck your bald donkey, I don’t want to be a monk~~~~