Tang Tianbao nine years (750) spring first month, Nanyue Hengshan Tianzhu Peak, Pranyo Temple.

In the dense mountain forest, a young man stood in front of a tree with a thick bowl mouth, his eyes slightly closed, concentrating on breathing. On his bare chest, sweat slowly flowed along his strong chest muscles, and the linen shorts wrapped around his waist were soaked with sweat and turned dark.

After a few moments, the boy suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the tree in front of him, and he took a deep breath. His chest bulged, and then his lower abdomen bulged, and his six-pack abs were clearly visible.

"Hey!" The boy roared under his breath, took a step forward, and slammed his shoulder.

"Phew!" With a muffled thud, the trunk snapped, and the dark ochre bark cracked, revealing yellowish fibers. Before the canopy could rattle, the boy took two steps to the left and slammed his shoulders again.

"Phew!" Another tree with the thick mouth of a bowl was broken.

The boy turned around and took five steps in front of him, crashing into a large tree again.

"Boom!" Another tree was broken by the waist.

At this moment, the crown of the first tree that was broken by the boy made a chaotic "boom", and it toppled down and pressed against him. The boy did not retreat, but advanced, his hands as fast as lightning, caught a bird's nest that had fallen from the sky, and retreated sharply, retreating to safety before the branch swept his face.

Three trees fell to the ground one after the other, landing beside the boy, and surrounded him in the middle.

The boy looked at the nest in his hand and laughed, revealing his neat, snow-white teeth.

In the nest, three fluffy chicks were staring at the boy in horror, and a large bird flapped its wings in a panic, flying over the woods above his head, and chirping.

"Don't be afraid, I broke your home, and I will definitely arrange a better place for you." As he spoke, the young man held the bird's nest in one hand, picked up a wooden pole more than a foot long on the side with the other, flew over the tree pole lying on the ground, and rushed in the direction of the temple.

In the northwest corner of the temple, there is an ancient ginkgo tree that has grown for an unknown number of years, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and the pavilion is like a cover. The boy held the nest, using both hands and feet, like an ape, until he climbed to the top of the canopy, found a suitable branch, put the nest down, and carefully stabilized it, then he reached out and dialed the chick, holding his head in both hands, and was interested in the big bird that was hovering and screaming in the dark sky.

"Brother Zaixing, are you catching birds again?" A twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old Confucian stood under the tree, tilting his head and looking at the young man with a helpless expression.

The young man lowered his head, glanced at Confucius through the dense leaves, and laughed loudly: "Li Sanlang, come to see my master again?" ”

"yes, do you know where the master is?"

The young man looked into the distance for a while, and said with a smile: "You don't have to wait, this old man doesn't know where to go." ”

Confucius sighed helplessly and turned to leave. When the young man saw this, he hurriedly shouted, "Wait." As he spoke, he jumped down on a branch and landed right in front of Confucius. When Confucius saw it, he was not surprised, but he just smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Zaixing, be careful." ”

"It's fine." The young man lifted his toes, hooked the wooden pole on the ground and carried it on his shoulder, grabbed the shoulder of Confucian with one hand, and patted it: "Li Sanlang, do you really want to see my master?" ”

Confucian Sheng was hugged by him, looking at his sweaty body, smelling the hot body odor, a little unaccustomed, and was about to get out of the way, when he heard this, he quickly nodded solemnly: "Of course, I sincerely came to ask the master for benefits." ”

"Okay, you go back and wait. When I hear my master's Sanskrit chanting, I will definitely see him. ”

"Really?" Confucian was surprised and delighted.

The young man put away his smile and said seriously: "In this mountain, except for the master, I only have one friend from you, how could I lie to you?" ”

"That's great." Confucian was overjoyed, arched his hand, and hurried away.

Seeing Confucius disappear into the corner, the young man stood still, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help laughing. He glanced around and walked east along the temple wall. After walking about 100 steps, I came across a square stone well. The boy put down the wooden pole, hung his clothes on it, lifted the bucket of the well next to him, drew a bucket of water, and poured it over his head.

The cool water of the well ran down his body, washing away the sweat from his body and washing away the leaves that fell on his shoulders.

The young man put down the well bucket, sat on the stone steps next to him, and let out a long breath: "It's been eight years, Lao Tzu has finally finished and can go out of the mountain to collect debts." ”

The boy's name is Li Zaixing, an orphan adopted by a sweeping monk in the temple, and he has grown up in the temple since he can remember. Except for the sweeping monk, few people would notice him, and of course, no one knew that after the accidental fall off the cliff eight years ago, he was no longer the ignorant and silent teenager he used to be. Even if someone notices that his body is getting stronger day by day, they will only make fun of him and say that the sweeping monk has found a successor for himself, and he will not know that this body hides a heart that is ready to move.

Li Zaixing raised his head, looked at the dark sky, and returned to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau a thousand years later.

At that time, he was a border guard on patrol duty, and in addition to patrolling the empty plateau with his comrades-in-arms every day and guarding the border of the motherland, he practiced riding and martial arts. When tracking down an enemy intelligence officer who had smuggled into the country, in the face of the enemy's fierce firepower, although the big gun he had practiced for more than ten years picked and killed two enemies, it was not as fast as the enemy's bullets.

When he roared and plunged his spear into the chest of the last enemy and fell off his horse, he thought that he must have died a heroic death, but when he opened his eyes, he became a little novice who was just ten years old in this temple.

A little novice that no one will notice.

There are no parents, no friends, only a master who only knows how to sweep the floor and pick up other people's leftovers every day, and is known as a lazy and disabled monk.

Slowly, through the words of others, he knew that he had come to the Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago, and he couldn't help but be surprised and happy. In his previous life, he guarded the deserted plateau all his life, and in this life, he didn't want to live in a monastery deep in the mountains for the rest of his life. He wanted to go out and take a look at the prosperous Tang Dynasty, which made future generations admire, and take a look at the prosperous world that he had no chance to see in his previous life.

The reason why he didn't leave the temple immediately was just because he had to practice his kung fu back first. In his previous life, in addition to being proficient in modern firearms, he was also good at Bajiquan and big guns. The reason why he was able to enlist in the army was because of his family's martial arts. In the 21st century, martial arts did not have much effect except for exercising people's bodies and wills, but in the Tang Dynasty, it was different, firearms had not yet officially appeared, and his kung fu was very useful.

Therefore, according to his mood, he practiced hard in the Prajna Temple for eight years, and finally completed it tonight, practicing the most powerful close lean in Bajiquan, and smashed three big trees with thick bowls in one breath, even exceeding the realm of the previous life.

The day of success is the time to descend the mountain.

In the past eight years, although most of his mind has been on practicing, he has also known some things, such as that the cliff fall was not an accident, such as the voice that has been hidden in the depths of his memory is a Chang'an accent, and the name that will be familiar to future generations.

Knowing that someone wanted his own life, Li Zaixing was not only not afraid, but a little excited. He has never been a person who is afraid of things, and in his previous life, it was because he caused too much trouble that Lao Tzu sent him to the military camp. Of course, there is another thing that Lao Tzu is dissatisfied with him: because he admired Yang Zaixing, the general of the Song Dynasty, he changed his name despite Lao Tzu's strong opposition, and gave up his own marksmanship and learned the Yang family gun instead, so Lao Tzu almost had to duel with him. Now that he has arrived in Datang, there are still people who want his life, which is really interesting.

He couldn't wait to know the story behind this, to know who he really was, and how he could get killed.

"Stinky boy, you can't run farther away to practice, and you want the master to rub your ass!" A tall and burly middle-aged monk dragged three trees out of the woods, complaining angrily as he walked: "Next time I do this, I won't care about you." ”

Li Zaixing could see at a glance that the three trees were the ones he had broken not long ago.

This middle-aged monk is, of course, the master who is called a lazy and crippled monk, in the eyes of the Confucian named Li Yu, he is a hidden monk, and in the eyes of Li Zaixing, he is a hidden ...... Old don't repair. Let's not talk about killing Ru meat, people have killed several.

"I don't have to worry about you." Li Zaixing grinned.

"What for?" The lazy monk raised his eyebrows: "Want to rebel?" ”

"I'm going down tomorrow." Li Zaixing looked at the master with a smile: "Old Buxiu, do you have something to say to me?" ”

The lazy monk was stunned for a moment, let go of his hand, threw the three trees on the ground, and sighed: "I knew that you were practicing so hard just to go down the mountain." What's good at the bottom of the mountain, there is food and drink in the temple, food and clothing are worry-free, down the mountain, you don't understand anything, you don't even know the road......"

Li Zaixing interrupted him: "So you have to find me a guide." ”

"Wizard?" The lazy monk was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses: "That Li Yu? ”

Li Zaixing smiled, he nodded, and looked at the lazy monk meaningfully. Although he is not very familiar with the history of the Tang Dynasty, he is no stranger to Li Mi. Li Mi and Li Jing are known as the twin masters of the Tang Dynasty, one before the other, and their names have been immortalized. Li Jing is well-known for his use of soldiers like a god and his outstanding military exploits, illuminating the early Tang Dynasty; Li Mi became famous as a young man, experienced four dynasties, ups and downs, almost single-handedly saved the Tang Dynasty, between the court and the mountains and forests at ease, in folklore, he is the same as Zhuge Liang, almost a half-immortal figure.

Li Zaixing knew that Li Mi certainly had these elements of folklore, but what really fascinated him was because of Li Mi's great efforts to divide the Tang Dynasty's rival Tubo - later known as Tibet - He has been stationed in Tibet for many years, is more familiar with this history, and has also done some understanding of Li Mi. With such a wizard in front of him, he didn't care to make friends, and he was really ashamed to cross the crowd.

The lazy monk shrugged his shoulders, turned around and picked up an axe, spat in the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands, and the axe fell, and the thick stem of the bowl broke in response, as fragile as a toothpick. The lazy monk carried an axe like flying, and in less than a meal, he split the three tree poles into evenly sized firewood. He threw the axe to Li Zaixing, and then said, "You think your fists and kicks are very clever?" I'm telling you, you're not even close. ”

Li Zaixing looked at the lazy monk who didn't breathe, shook the axe in his hand, and laughed: "A Zen monk, secretly practicing tantric kung fu, what do you have to show off?" ”

"Poof!" The lazy monk who was drinking water squirted out a mouthful of water, and his eyes were like copper bells: "How do you know that this is Tantric kung fu?" ”

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