Ling Feng took the bronze mirror and wondered, what is this, I damn it, copper. This must be an antique, I'm afraid. Thinking in his heart, he took a photo of the bronze mirror, and he really scared himself. The man in the mirror had unkempt hair, a full beard, ragged clothes, and a lot of mud stains on his face. Is this still yourself?

Ling Feng hurriedly asked, "Little Master, where is the bathhouse?" ”

"Donor, we don't have a bathhouse in our temple. I'll go and get you a barrel. With that, the little monk Huiming ran out.

After a while, Hui Ming came in with a large wooden barrel, and then poured hot water into the large wooden barrel one by one. Looking at the big wooden barrel placed in the middle of the meditation room, Ling Fengxin said: Damn, it's so primitive.

Hui Ming saw that the water in the big wooden barrel was almost up, so he handed over a dry cloth and said to Ling Feng, "Donor, you can wash it." Call me when you're done washing, and I'll clean it up. "Anyway, I went on my own.

At this time, Ling Feng couldn't take care of so much, whether he had shampoo or shower gel. took off the tattered clothes that had been upgraded to "flower clothes" as quickly as possible, and jumped into the bucket with the dry cloth......

After washing, it's called a refreshing one. Ling Feng walked to the side of the bed, picked up his new clothes and looked at them, dumbfounded. Regardless of the material and workmanship of the clothes, Ling Feng has lived for almost twenty years to wear this new set of clothes, and he can't even wear them. Ling Feng studied it carefully, the pants and pants were okay, he barely put them on, but they were all relatively loose, there was no elastic band, and there was no belt buckle, so he could only carry them by hand.

Ling Feng held his pants in one hand and fiddled with his clothes in the other. The white, placket should be **, but how to tie this button? That blue one turned out to be a long shirt,, this is going to play my rhythm.

Ling Feng shouted outside the door, "Little Master, Little Master Huiming." ”

After a while, Hui Ming ran in and asked, "Donor, what's wrong?" ”

Ling Feng pointed to the clothes on the bed and asked, "What's going on?" ”

Only then did Hui Ming see that Ling Feng was shirtless, holding his pants in one hand, looking dazed. It's funny. Huiming couldn't help laughing: "Haha, donor, what are you doing?" ”

Ling Feng said angrily: "You are still laughing, what kind of clothes did you bring this?" Playing with me, aren't you afraid that I will tell your master to go? ”

When Hui Ming heard Ling Feng say that he was going to go to the master to complain, he said aggrievedly: "Donor, what's wrong with this dress?" Master asked me to bring it. ”

"What, your master asked you to bring it?"

At this time, Ling Feng suddenly found a cloth strap on the ground, and quickly picked it up and tied it around his waist.

The little monk Huiming said with an aggrieved face: "Yes, what's wrong?" Is there anything wrong with this dress, don't you lay people wear it like this? ”

"That's what you're all wearing? Who's dressed like that? Ling Feng was surprised.

"I, I've been to Qingshui Town, and everyone in the town wears it like this."

"What kind of place is Clearwater?" Ling Feng asked.

"It's a town not far from here." Hui Ming explained.

Ling Feng suddenly remembered that today, the old monk had indeed mentioned this place.

"What kind of place is this, I crossed over?" Bi Changfeng thought wildly.

But at the thought of the word crossing, Ling Feng was shocked, Damn, could it be true.

"Little Master, what day is today?" Ling Feng hurriedly asked.

Hui Ming looked at him suspiciously, and replied, "April 17." ”

"What year is it?" Ling Feng asked.

Huiming was even more confused, and replied: "Kangxi has been fifty years." ”

"What? Fifty years of Kangxi? Qing Dynasty! I'll go, won't! Ling Feng almost collapsed.

In the end, Ling Feng still had a hint of luck, and said with a pleasant face: "Little Master Huiming, I had a bad attitude just now, I'm sorry." You're not lying to me, are you? ”

Huiming clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "Amitabha, monks don't speak. The little monk did not dare to deceive the benefactor. ”

"It's over, it's over, it's really crossed. I said how weird these people are talking. Ling Feng stomped his feet and muttered, and only after crossing could he explain how he came here.

"Donor, what's the end? What is Crossing? Hui Ming looked at Ling Feng blankly.

"I told you that you don't understand, I thank you, little master, I want to be alone and quiet." Ling Feng really couldn't explain it

Huiming clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, the little monk has taken his leave." ”

After Huiming left, Ling Feng collapsed to the bed, and really felt what despair was and what was at a loss...... Thinking, thinking, I fell asleep, wishing I had read too many novels, all this was just a dream.

In a daze, Ling Feng felt that someone was pushing him, "Donor, donor." ”

Ling Feng opened his eyes and saw that the little monk Hui Ming was looking at him with his eyes that were as clear as water.

"What's the matter, little master." Ling Feng muttered.

"Donor, you haven't eaten yet. Don't sleep, get up and eat. Hui Tomorrow really said.

Ling Feng suddenly had a feeling of epiphany, yes, anyway, I'm still alive now, and I can still eat. It doesn't matter which dynasty he is, it's better to be alive than dead. What was bad in ancient times, maybe you could get three wives and four concubines, mix up as an official, or something. He didn't read much since he was a child, but he liked to read history and martial arts novels, and he also knew something about the Qing Dynasty. I couldn't help but think about it in my heart: "In the fifty years of Kangxi, that is, the prince was just abolished, and the prince was reinstated, and the 'nine sons to seize the heir' are fighting tightly, if you can hug the thigh of Emperor Yongzheng at this time, then the glory and wealth are not at your fingertips!" Thinking of this, Ling Feng jumped up from the bed, came to the table, and devoured the green vegetables and tofu on the table.

Huiming stood aside and covered his mouth and snickered: "Donor, you are really interesting. By the way, donor, why don't you keep your hair braided? ”

Ling Feng was afraid that people who said that he was from more than three hundred years ago would frighten the little monk, and he was afraid that he would not be able to explain it clearly, so he casually said: "People in our hometown don't have braids. ”

The little monk Huiming didn't care.

After eating, Ling Feng felt that his mood suddenly brightened. Seeing that Huiming was still standing there, he chatted with the little monk: "Little Master, how old are you this year?" ”

Hui Ming replied, "Fifteen." ”

Hui Ming then asked with an innocent face: "Donor, I heard that Master said that your name is Ling Feng, this name seems to be the name of a knight, donor, are you a knight?" ”