In the first year of Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty, at the door of a tea shop on Ximenli Street in Chang'an City, a young man with a slightly red face sat on the steps, holding a large bowl and pouring a large sip of lukewarm tea. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"This is, Guanyin passed the Dharma to Chang'an, Jiang Liuer made a vow to go to Lingshan, and I predicted what the future would be, let's decompose it next time."

The young man said, looking at the people around him, a servant in a short shirt, a strange-dressed Westerner with a white face like paper, and Liba wiping sweat...... All kinds of people, etc., and so on.

There were even monks in robes, and two flag generals wearing feather crowns, each of whom opened their mouths wide and was stunned, as if they had heard a book from heaven.

"Little brother, when will Sun Monkey escape from Wuzhi Mountain?"

"This Jiang Liu'er can't really be the master who preached Zen at the two-day water and land conference, right?"

"If I have the ability of a monkey, I can carry as many sacks as I want, isn't it a hair?"

"Out of breath, if the seventy-two changes and somersault clouds will be all over, you will still be Liba? If you want me to do it for sure...... Be a foreman, huh! ”

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People were still talking with great interest, and the young man had already begun to clean up the eldest son in the empty bowl, and he had caught it in his hand and turned it upside down, pitiful and more than ten wen, at most enough for two days to chew.

"It's really funny, I think that although my Xiang Gong is just a lowercase on the street, I haven't tried to eat the last meal or the next meal? The starting point is 1,000 and a half, and three boxes of Master Kong a day are more than enough.

Alas, Datang, Datang, aren't you prosperous and prosperous? Why don't I have a place to stand? The young man sighed and muttered that he was about to leave.

The young man's surname is Xiang Gong, and when he woke up half a month ago, he found that he had traveled to Chang'an City during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty.

Penniless, surrounded by walls, without relatives, fairy tales are really deceitful, even in the prosperous era of the Tang Dynasty, there are also masters like Xiang Gong who live a tragedy.

As a young and promising traverser, he naturally understands that traversers have advantages, so he must be a good landlord of the Tang Dynasty and enjoy the taste of lazy early Tang Dynasty.

It's a pity, after waiting for many days, there is no gold in the sky, not to mention the legendary golden finger, no golden finger, how can an ordinary person mix in this hierarchical historical time and space?

Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing, Xiang Gong finally decided, if you want to be developed and want to be a local tyrant, you still have to do it yourself!

happened to meet Li Shimin's land and water conference at this time, but Xiang Gong's pitiful potential was stimulated.

Writing books in the past life and telling stories in this life, thinking about it brings feelings, as Teacher Jin Xing said, it is very perfect.

So, I picked the most lively West Market in Chang'an City, picked up the most popular Ximenli Street, the two eldest sons, boiled a bowl of hot tea, borrowed an empty bowl, and set up a stall.

Writing a book requires a sense of substitution, and storytelling is the same, in this case, it is better to make a fuss about what happened during the Zhenguan period, then with the aesthetics of the ancients, of course, "Journey to the West" should be the first choice.

From the beginning of no one cared about it, to the current daily sales of double digits, each of which is sour, it is difficult to say, but, just like when I wrote an online novel, I will hit the street, and I will fight on the street......

I'm used to it!

It seems that the dream of being a local tyrant in Datang is still a long way to go, but dreams always have to be there, what if you see hell?

While thinking about it, he laughed self-deprecatingly, everyone dispersed, and Xiang Gong was about to leave, but as soon as he took a step, he heard someone ask: "Little brother, how about the old man teach you a lesson?" ”

Looking back, he was a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance and a fairy face, Xiang Gong shook his head, "If you can't eat, how can you have the money to count the hexagram and look at the eight characters of the same batch, it doesn't count!" ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he immediately changed into a flattering look, hurriedly came over, and said, "Don't, just one lesson, one lesson is good, to ensure that you get the best value for your money!" Alas, stay here, little brother......"

Where does Xiang Gong have that kung fu to hear him say that there are no these, as long as it costs money, no way! He bowed his head and left, directly treating the middle-aged man as air.

"Little brother, you have leaked the secret of heaven, there is going to be a bloody disaster, I think the whole Chang'an, except for Li Chunfeng and my nephew Yuan Tiangang, only I can save you! Little brother ......"

The middle-aged man shouted, Xiang Gong did not waver at all, and teased as he walked: "It is also a leak of heavenly secrets, you and I are your companion?" You are also Yuan Tiangang's uncle, why don't you say it...... What the? ”

As if he had just reacted to something, Xiang Gong suddenly turned around and carefully looked the middle-aged man up and down, is he Yuan Shoucheng?

Yuan Shoucheng in Journey to the West? In history, is there really such a person? I just talked about him and the dragon king's gambling on the rain, and the real person came to the door?

Where the hell is this? How did you run out of the characters in Journey to the West? Damn, it's not going to be a time travel to the world of Journey to the West, right?

It's over, if that's the case, then isn't this world full of gods and Buddhas? If you leak the secret of heaven, won't there really be retribution?

The most important thing is that Yuan Shoucheng just said that he has a bloody disaster, and the big dream of playing with Zhenguan has not yet started, how can he just die like this?

No, I have to talk to this old man, this time I turned around, and sure enough, I saw that the middle-aged man had already set up a hexagram stall, and a signboard was erected next to it, with seven big characters written on it, "Mr. Yuan Shoucheng", I'll go!

"Sir, sir save me, forgive me for not knowing Mount Tai for my eyes, and ask Mr. to teach Xiang Gong a lesson, so as to see if he can escape this bloody disaster!"

I'd rather believe it, not believe it, if this is really the world of Journey to the West, then this Yuan Shoucheng's words are not a joke, if you don't agree with each other, the dragon's head will fall, not to mention Xiang Gong's head?

"Uh-huh!" Yuan Shoucheng closed his eyes and sat quietly, nodded in response, stretched out his hand and tossed it twice, Xiang Gong was stunned, isn't it, you are all living immortals, and you still care about these two jujubes with me?

However, a little life matters, although some believe him too rashly, but it is a matter of life and death, not a joke, do you want Xiang Gong to do the trick that can't survive the second episode?

Respectfully put the two coins in Yuan Shoucheng's hand, who would have thought that Yuan Shoucheng was just upside down, he didn't even open his eyes, and his hand was still holding on, Xiang Gong's face darkened, and he put five more coins on it.

That's enough, right?

It's a pity that the seven money just made Yuan Shoucheng open his eyes slightly, his hand was still holding it, and he didn't mean to take it back at all, Xiang Gong gritted his teeth and put the rest of the money in Yuan Shoucheng's hands.

At this time, Yuan Shoucheng was a little satisfied, rubbed the eldest son in his hand, and pouted: "The two pieces on the soles of your shoes, just keep them for you to buy cakes, it's too insincere." ”

Yuan Shoucheng said it easily, but Xiang Gong couldn't be relaxed, this is really Mr. Shenjiao, he even knows that he has hidden two copper coins in the soles of his shoes, which is awesome.

"Sir, please open your mouth and save Xiang Gong!"

"Well, you, the ghost star is dying today, and you are destined to commit a bloody disaster, if you can meet the noble person in your life, you may be able to escape the catastrophe, remember, one word is gone!"

"Let's go? Can't you run? Xiang Gong hurriedly asked.

With a "poof", Yuan Shoucheng fell to the ground, got up and coughed dryly, gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Xiang Gong's heart suddenly darkened, crossing, crossing, crossing, why did everyone cross smoothly, but I came up with a big move, and it was a special bloody disaster?

Walking away distraughtly, Xiang Gong didn't notice that a little monk was closely behind him, and Yuan Shoucheng turned around and entered the tea shop with a dozen eldest sons.

"Little Er, cook a bowl of hot tea!"

"Yo, who did Yuan Daxian deceive today?" Xiao Er teased.

His face turned red, and Yuan Shoucheng was embarrassed, "How can there be, just make two bowls of tea money by the way, don't make fun of it, don't make fun of it!" ”

After speaking, he looked at the direction Xiang Gong left, a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, and he said to himself: "Strange man, how can you not find his life book?" ”

Walking in despair, Xiang Gong felt really uncomfortable, people crossed, even if he was a child from a poor family, he would have a golden finger, but he was good.

I'm not sure if this is the world of Journey to the West, at least I know that it's the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there is nothing at home, it's a poor mess, and it's okay if there is no golden finger.

Why is it a bloody disaster? Is God playing on himself? This is all kinds of hard work, how many times have you even kicked it?

was restless, and suddenly heard someone shouting behind him: "Donor, donor, etc!" ”

Hearing the shout, Xiang Gong stopped, looked back, I'll go, nun!

There is a saying that when you meet a nun, you will lose every time you gamble, but I didn't expect to meet a noble person today, and ...... Oh my God, you're going to kill me!

"Amitabha, the donor is invited, and the poor monk shouted that you have something to ask, but the donor is vigorous, and the poor monk has been chasing for a long time, and he has called the donor for a long time, and he has not heard the donor's response.

Fortunately, the Buddha blessed the poor monk to persevere, it seems that my Buddha finally blessed the believers, so that the poor monk's wishes come true, and can be talked to the donor, fortunately, the donor is a believer? Home in ......"

At first, Xiang Gong was very surprised, Yuan Shoucheng said when he started the class, the noble person should be on a monk's word, originally it seemed that the person looked good, and thought that it was a nun who couldn't think of a woman who became a monk.

I didn't expect him to call himself a poor monk, isn't that the noble man of fate? It seems that this blood-light disaster can be overcome with the help of this person.

However, it was just a chance for the monk to speak, who would have thought that the monk would refresh his definition of nagging, and the people who used to be so-called inkblots were nothing compared to them!

The more he listened, the more unkind his face became, but the monk was still chattering, Xiang Gong finally couldn't help it, and shouted: "Shut up for me, get out!" ”

"Ah, donor......" The monk was obviously surprised, this donor was really irritable, "Donor, it's not good for you to do this, you are angry and hurt the liver, you can easily hurt the liver like this."

According to the "Qianjin Fang", the liver is an important organ for detoxification, if it is damaged, it may hinder the movement of qi and blood, qi and blood are the foundation of people, if there is a problem with qi and blood, I am afraid it will ......"

Damn, it's a tirade again, "Is there an end?" If you have a fart, let it go, if you have something to say, the uncle is in a bad mood! ”

"Donor, you're not right, poor monks have always been careful to keep the precepts, lest they accumulate immortal karma, farting is good for the body, but if you put it to the donor alone, wouldn't it be ......"

Damn, I can't stand it, if this girl doesn't beat him, I'm sorry for my tortured ear, damn!

While thinking about it, he resisted his urge to beat the monk immediately, and touched something on the ground, and finally found a decent wooden stick, slapped it on his hand and tried it, and it was powerful enough.

Seeing Xiang Gong's movements, the monk was a little puzzled, but when Xiang Gong walked towards him with a wooden stick, the monk suddenly realized that he was in a bad situation and immediately stopped nagging.

"Donor, is Mahayana Buddhism really in Tianzhu?"

Although the monk's eyes flickered this time, he was concise and to the point, Xiang Gong was stunned for a moment, nodded and hummed: "Hmm." ”

"Thank you, Amitabha!" After the little monk finished speaking, he didn't look back and ran away, counting him as acquaintances.

I was just about to leave, but I heard someone ask me again, this is really endless, isn't it?