There are many considerations for Han Xing to pretend to be a monk in the Western Regions. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Language is the biggest problem, and it's not bad to use visitors from the Western Regions to cover up the language barrier. Hanxing has studied the language of Great Britain since he was a child, and he also studied world geography in middle school, so he is not afraid of being debunked. Fortunately, although the official dialect of the Song people was strange, he could barely understand it, saving him the effort of relearning a language.

Han Xing is an otaku who has been staying at home for a long time and lacks exercise, resulting in fair skin and a slightly chubby body, coupled with the temperament cultivated by the modern education he received, which is incompatible with the people of this world and stands out from the crowd. In the dangerous border of Huangquan City, it is easy to be mistaken by those lawless city fox society rats for the sons and daughters of rich and noble families, and they are exploited as fat sheep, and it is difficult to say whether their lives can be saved.

If you pretend to be a monk, these weirdness on Han Xing's body can be explained by Buddhist cultivation. What's more, the ancients believed in gods and Buddhas, and most of them would be courteous to monks. For a person like Han Xing who doesn't have the survival skills of this era, when necessary, it is better to be cheeky and turn into a fate than to be starved to death.

Coupled with the taboo of "Mo provoke monks and nuns" in Han Xing's martial arts novels, when he was mistaken for a monk in the Western Regions by the caravan steward, he got off the donkey and became a monk in the Western Regions with the name Ultraman.

Fortunately, Han Xing met an old Jianghu in Huangquan City, and knew that he would accept it when he saw it, so he let him go. Unfortunately, there was a greedy stunned green eyeing him.

At this time, Han Xing didn't know that he was being targeted. Out of caution, he gave up his original plan to go to Lin'an. As soon as he left the field of view of Huangquan Pass, he burrowed into the dense forest, and then made a big circle, bypassing Huangquan City and diverting to Shaomu Mountain in the territory of Jinguo.

Later generations said that the world's martial arts came out of Shaolin. Hanxing came to ancient times by chance, wouldn't it be a pity if he couldn't go to the Shaolin Temple to pay his respects? Wouldn't it be beautiful if he could learn one or two Shaolin 72 stunts from the Shaolin Temple? Even if he didn't learn kung fu, after the Shaolin Temple was plated with a layer of gold, the problem of his identity would be solved.

Seeing that the sky was about to darken, Han Xing took out the flint and fire sickle that he had exchanged for 10 yuan from the bamboo basket behind him and raised the fire, put two big crabs and a frog caught from the stream on the fire and barbecued them, and then used a firewood knife exchanged for 20 yuan to build a platform on the branch of the big tree next to him as a shelter for tonight.

After a full meal, the overtired Han Xing lay on the platform in a plain dress in exchange for 30 yuan and fell asleep.

Han Xing, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt that his ankle was grabbed, and dragged him off the tree, throwing him to pieces. Before he could get up, a cold light flashed, and he only felt a pain in his neck, and then he lost consciousness.

When he awoke again, he found himself three feet above the ground, floating in mid-air, facing a desk with a clay statue about a foot tall and draped in red cloth. The surrounding furnishings are dilapidated and cobweb-strewn, and it is clear that this is a ruined and ruined temple.

Han Xing looked at his translucent body curiously, "Am I dead?"

He looked down and saw that he had a book in his chest. Could it be that this is the book "Heroes of the World" that brought him into this world?

He cautiously reached his right hand to the book, his fingers went unhindered into his chest, and he took the book out.

The name of the book is not the hero, it reads "The Nameless". Hanxing casually turned a page, and there was a blank space inside. Cold Star even turned the pages of the book, but they were all blank, and it was not until Cold Star turned to the first page that two lines of words appeared:

[When the rivers and lakes are ugly on January 1 of the year, they first entered the world of rivers and lakes. 】

[On the first day of January in the year of Jianghu, he died in the dense forest on the border of Song and Jin. 】

"Could it be that this book is dedicated to recording my diary in this world? The title of the book is unknown, is it my evaluation or reputation level in the rivers and lakes? This setting feels a little interesting, as if I am playing a 100% simulated game. It's a pity that I'm all dead, and I can't continue playing. Hanxing muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he slapped his head and said, "I've been dead for a long time, and I haven't seen a bull's head and a horse's face, black and white impermanence come to detain me, and I won't go to heaven or hell, so can it be that I've been floating all the time? Human beings have existed for so many years, aren't they full of ghosts all over the mountains? But now I'm alone, and I haven't seen a single person of the same kind." If this is a game, since I am in the form of a soul, there must be a way to resurrect me. Let me think about what resurrection methods are available in the game. Running corpses to resurrect?"

The first way Hanxing thought of resurrecting the game was the resurrection method in the Yamaguchiyama game that he was most familiar with. "To run the corpse to resurrect, you must first find the corpse before you can resurrect it. Where's my corpse?"

At this moment, Han Xing's eyes lit up, and a red point of light hundreds of meters away kept shining. The cold star floated in the direction of the red dot of light. That's right, it's floating past. Although his speed was a little slower, he could move in a straight line, ignoring the obstacles in the way, and went straight through the obstacles to the red point of light.

Soon. The cold star reached the vicinity of the red point of light. Sure enough, a dialog box popped up in front of his eyes:

[Resurrection? Yes/No]

Coldstar decisively ignored the dialog box. You must know that Hanxing is the king of PK corpses in the wild in the mountains of Yamaguchi, and he has a set of in-depth research on the simple action of resurrecting running corpses.

In the Yamaguchiyama game, you can choose to resurrect within a certain range of your corpse. The location of the resurrection can be very particular. If you choose a good position, you can counterkill the person who is squatting to resurrect you, and if you don't choose a good position, you will be directly exposed to the attack range of the corpse guard, and most of the results will be to die again. The choice of the resurrection position of each profession should be subdivided, and the position is one yard more or one yard less, which is the difference between life and death.

However, this is not Mt. Yamaguchi, so you can't copy the experience of Mt. Yamaguchi. The cold star continued to drift towards the corpse, and the closer it got to the corpse, the surrounding environment came to life, no longer black and white.

Hanxing discovers that his killer has not left. There are two murderers, one of whom is the mad dog, the follower of Gao Xiaofei, who is the iron arm during the day. The other was short and called a "mouse" by the mad dog.

"Mouse, when you are a brother, you can't stand it, and you ran away in vain. I didn't expect that the monk from the Western Regions was a sincere person, except for the Buddha treasure, he was really poor and white. Mad Dog said guiltily.

"Brother Dog, it's okay. We grew up wearing a pair of pants, so don't see me. If you want to say, I have to blame for this, if I wasn't worried that this monk has magical powers, I wouldn't have slaughtered him with one sword. Maybe you can get some news of the Buddha treasure out of his mouth. ”

"If it weren't for the rat, you are good at tracking, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to catch the shadow of this monk. Alas, don't talk about that. Now it's late, it's not suitable for night walking in the woods, let's make do with spending the night here, and when we go back, I'll invite you to drink wine and eat meat. ”

"Okay. But we have to bury this monk first, so as not to attract fierce beasts. ”

"That's the reason, let's bury him farther away!"

Han Xing followed the two of them, passing through their bodies from time to time. As he passed through the bodies of the two of them, he tried to resurrect, but the resurrection option disappeared, and as soon as he left their bodies, the resurrection option jumped out again. Also, when passing through other objects, the respawn option will also disappear.

Han Xing's original plan to insert his hands into the hearts of these two people and then choose to resurrect them came to naught.

These two are obviously Lian Jiazi, and Han Xing is an otaku with inactive limbs. To fight one against two is purely to seek death. But if Han Xing endures the humiliation and steals his life, and then resurrects after the two of them leave, he can't swallow that breath. "I've always guarded other people's corpses, and today I got you two thieves rampant. ”

While the two of them were sitting and resting, Han Xing suddenly chose to resurrect, and one of his hands was just above their eyes. He hooked his wrists hard, and the eyes of the two were suddenly hooked.

The two who were in pain kicked at Han Xing in unison, and Han Xing was kicked away by the two, and his chest suddenly sank, and he had no life as soon as he fell to the ground.

The two who had no eyes couldn't see the current emptiness, they only felt that the grass and trees were soldiers, and the mad dog leaned against the rat and shouted boldly: "Who is the rat, dare to sneak attack your mad dog uncle, and you don't inquire about our iron fist ......?"

When Hanxing ran away again, the mad dog was still shouting, but the content of the shouting changed to begging for mercy. The mad dog, who has not practiced to listen to voices and distinguish positions, knows that he is in a catastrophe this time, so he did not hesitate to abandon his dignity and beg for mercy.

They begged for a long time, but they didn't hear any movement around them. The mad dog whispered: "Mouse, you have good ears, listen to it, did that man let us two kick to death?"

When the mouse heard this, he took a step forward and listened to it, only to hear the wind whistling, and the strong wind was blowing in his face, so frightened that the mouse rolled on the ground, and before he got up, he heard the screaming of the mad dog. He didn't care so much, he threw himself forward and disappeared into the night.

The mad dog cried out in pain for a long time before stopping, only to see him holding a pair of broken calves with both hands, and said with a white face: "Good man! My mad dog knows that he will die today, and I also ask the good man to tell me his name, so as not to be a fool on Huangquan Road!"

"Hehe, you just buried the poor monk, why don't you recognize the poor monk for so long?" Han Xing sneered. Isn't this nonsense? You have abolished a pair of tricks, and it is strange that you can see it.

Mad Dog obviously heard Han Xing's voice, he opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound, and his bloody eyes made him look a little pitiful.

Hanxing held the stone aloft and hesitated to smash his hand into the mad dog's head.

At this moment, a cold light shot into Hanxing's chest and plunged into his heart. Han Xing looked down and saw that it was indeed a flying knife stuck in his chest.

The mad dog's wild laughter was particularly piercing in Han Xing's ears, and he felt that the world was spinning, and he smashed it on the mad dog on the ground with a stone.

I only heard the laughter of the mad dog.

Hundreds of meters away, a translucent man yelled, "Grass!" But no sound sounded around him.

The reason why Hanxing can become a famous high-end player in Yamaguchiyama is not because of how good his operation and skills are, but because his heart is small enough, his patience is big enough, and the nickname of "the ghost does not go away" is enough to show how difficult he is. Those who provoke him will either be submissive, incognito, or never go online. Other than that, there is no other possibility.

"There's one more, little young, I won't let you wait too long!"