Xiao Yao took a turn on the mountain, and found that there was a Lumen Temple on the mountain, Xiao Yao carefully looked for the traces of Meng Haoran after entering the temple, there was a house called Meng Yuan, Xiao Yao was not sure what this house had to do with Lao Meng, and suspected that it was played out to attract tourists. In the evening, Xiao Yao did not go down the mountain, said hello to the abbot of the temple, and stayed in the temple.

The moonlight was fine this night. When he slept until midnight, Xiao Yao faintly heard the sound of birdsong. How can there be a bird chirping so late? Xiao Yao felt very strange. He put on his clothes, and when he went out, he saw a woman in front of him, and what surprised Xiao Yao the most was that this woman was wearing women's clothes similar to Hanfu. Xiao Yao followed behind her, and the woman walked out of Meng Garden and walked towards the Tibetan scripture building in front, and when Xiao Yao followed, the woman was gone.

Xiao Yao walked to the front of the scripture building, the building was locked, and the moonlight shone in through the crack in the door, Xiao Yao wanted to go in and have a look, but there was no key. He had to turn around, and at this time, he found that a very strong white light came through the temple gate, which was particularly conspicuous in the middle of the night, and it was obviously not moonlight. Xiao Yao couldn't help but walk over, walked through the temple gate, and found that the temple door was hidden, he hesitated for a moment, but still opened the door, at this time, the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded.

The scene in the temple is very different from the scene outside the temple, it is still midnight in the temple, except that the night is the moonlight, and when you walk out of the temple, it is clearly early morning. And Xiao Yao found that his clothes had also changed dramatically, he was wearing the clothes of ancient scholars, and he had the impression that Li Bai was wearing his clothes.

Xiao Yao has always fantasized about wearing the clothes of a scholar in the Tang Dynasty one day, so he still likes his body. When he was admiring himself, he was gently patted on the shoulder, and when he looked back, he was a Confucian with a lot of pockmarks on his face: "Brother Hao, let's go, I can't catch the boat into the city at night." ”

There is a small stream at the foot of the mountain, there is a light boat parked by the stream, after getting on the boat, it flies all the way, half an hour later, Xiao saw an ancient city standing on the shore of the Han River, forming a huge rectangular city wall.

Xiao Yao walked on the streets of Xiangyang City, and the air was filled with the smell of beef noodles and rice wine. The moat of the outer city is clear and blue, the waves are gentle, and the willows are green. Dressed in Tang Dynasty costumes, men, women and children, dressed in robes and robes, bustling on the streets, with a faint uneasiness in their faces, unable to hide their helplessness and despair for fate, people feel that the Empire State Building is about to be crumbling.

Xiao Yao walked alone on the street, looking at the people coming and going around him, thinking that the traces of the modern city where he arrived in Xiangyang by train yesterday were all gone, and it could really be said that the world had changed. Walking by the river, Xiao Yao saw his dress, and felt that it was still relatively harmonious, and what surprised him was that he found that his appearance had changed a lot, basically completely changed, and it could be said that he was another person.

The pock-faced Confucian students around him have a mouthful of "Brother Hao". Xiao Yao asked: "Is my name Meng Haoran?" Seeing that Ma Yan did not deny it, Xiao Yao asked again: "What about you?" Ma Yan was stunned for a moment, and said, "Han Debao, Brother Hao, are you evil?" ”

Just after noon, the sky became cloudy, several dark clouds pressed on the northwest corner of Xiangyang City, just above the Lady City, seeing that there was a pouring rain, the pedestrians on the street were not in a hurry to go home to collect their clothes, they stood on the side of the street in twos and threes, divided into two lines, whispered to each other, and blocked the shops on the street near the Lady City. The owners of the shop didn't seem to be angry, and left the store to join the crowd of onlookers. They seem to be waiting for something.