"Dong dong dong."
A sudden knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Everyone in the room looked at each other in confusion. Li Ang frowned, took a step forward, and quickly peeked out through the crack in the door.
Standing outside the door was a young monk with a shaved head. He looked ordinary and had no spiritual energy fluctuations on his body.
Li Ang frowned slightly and opened the door.
The monk outside the door bowed respectfully and said calmly: "Dear monks, dinner is about to begin. Please come to the main hall to have a meal."
Dining in the main hall?
Li Ang took a breath and smiled: "Okay, we'll go there in a moment."
The young monk stepped away. Li Ang knew what the others were wondering about without looking back, so he opened the door wider so that they could see the scene outside the house more clearly.
The sun is shining brightly outside and there are no clouds in the sky.
The Zen buildings full of pre-Sui style stand tall and show no signs of damage.
In the middle of the square courtyard connecting the buildings is a cross-shaped road paved with black and white cobblestones, and the open space around the road is filled with various flowers.
Tap tap tap.
Many people walking out of the wing rooms on the east and west sides were heading north along the corridor.
Among them were civilians wearing brown clothes, as well as dignitaries wearing luxurious silk and satin clothing. There were also some people who exuded vague spiritual energy fluctuations and were obviously practitioners.
"Here is..."
Xia Jun took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly.
"That's right, Jialan Sect."
Li Ang squinted his eyes and said softly.
The structural appearance and topography of the building complex in front of you are exactly the same as the Jialan Sect ruins.
Being swallowed by the demon Buddha and traveling through time again?
Or are these all hallucinations?
Paji.
Sui Yi pinched the soft flesh on his arm hard, feeling the pain and confirming that he was not hallucinating, and murmured: "Are we back to the time when Jialan Sect still existed?
Are we back, three hundred years ago?"
"Don't do that kind of thing!"
Xia Jun clenched his fists and growled from between his teeth, "This must be an illusion. I've had enough of your academy's shenanigans. Can I quit the competition?"
He tried to tear off the alarm talisman on the back of his hand, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, Que Teqin held his palm down.
"Don't act rashly. I think the situation was already out of control when those three Buddha statues suddenly resurrected. This is probably not the arrangement of the academy."
Ashina Que Teqin raised his lips to the sky and said, "Look carefully."
Xia Jun followed Que Teqin's gaze and looked up, only to see a faint lake-like shimmering light in the sky.
Like a huge bowl, it covers the entire mountainous area upside down.
There is no doubt that this is some kind of city-level restriction.
"No matter how ingenious the academy is, it won't be able to surpass such a big battle."
Que Teqin said softly: "Let's find out the current situation first."
Dang Dang Dang——
The temple echoed with loud bells,
Pilgrims wearing various costumes continuously walked out of the wings on the east and west sides, walking towards the north talking and laughing.
Li Ang and others packed up their weapons, suppressed their panic and suspicion, and blended into the crowd.
‘They are all living people of flesh and blood, and their accents and clothing are obviously different from those of Yu people.’
Li Ang looked at the attire of the people around him. The men among these people were all wearing soft-footed futou - the main body of the futou and the feet of the futou had no hard supports.
What is currently popular in the Yu State is to fix cloth and other fabrics on the towel, and use iron wire, copper wire, and bamboo wire as the skeleton to make hard, raised-leg futons.
Even if it is a soft-footed crotch, its crotch and legs are longer than the normal one.
It is indeed the clothing style of the pre-Sui people.
Xiao Da and others also noticed this, and their expressions became increasingly ugly, especially after overhearing the conversations of the passers-by around them.
"Alas, I don't know what happened to the Jiangdu mutiny. Those rebellious officials and traitors, your Majesty just controlled Bintian, but you can't restrain your ambitions."
"It will get better. There are still so many offerings in the palace, and there are still so many governors loyal to the Sui Dynasty in various states and counties..."
"What's the use? No matter how many offerings the palace has, can it suppress so many practicing sects? Can it suppress so many aristocratic families with different intentions?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, everyone has come to Jialan Sect to take refuge. Don't talk about state affairs anymore. Let's take a look at Lingtai Mountain in the distance."
Jiangdu Disease, Long Yubintian, Jialan Sect...
When these keywords were heard, they stirred up turmoil in the hearts of Jiu Fenghai and others.
Have they really returned to the late Sui Dynasty three hundred years ago?
Will the teachers, relatives, and friends of Yu State...will never be seen again?
"Calm down,"
While walking through the corridor and the crowd gradually thinned out, Li Ang deliberately slowed down and said to Sui Yi and others who looked shocked and confused: "Every effect must have a cause. As long as we are not dead, there is hope. Find out why we are doing this."
Come here and you can find your way back.
Now keep the expression on your face so that you don’t reveal your identity.”
Jiu Fenghai opened his mouth, looked at the overly calm Li Ang, and couldn't help but ask: "You... aren't you nervous? Aren't you worried that you won't be able to go back?"
"I want to go back more than any of you, but worrying won't help much in the current situation."
Li Ang thought, isn't it just time travel? It's not like he hasn't tried it before, "Okay, the Great Zhaitang is coming soon. When you go there, talk less and listen more, collect information, and don't scatter."
He strode forward and flicked his fingers.
He is more certain than others that he is now in another time and space——
The ink silk parasitic under the skin is still there, and the lotus of suffering, the psychic paper, the water essence bead powder and even the unknown iron box that I got from the broken bottle are also on my body.
Only Mo Si's clone couldn't sense it at all.
‘In order to prevent accidents from happening, I asked Mo Si’s clone to lurk underground two hundred miles away in Lingtai Mountain.
Before that, neither the ban from the Imperial Palace of Yu State, nor the ban from the Academy, nor even the ban from Dongjun Tower had blocked my connection with Mo Si’s clone.
Now... the situation is indeed different.’
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Zen Buddhism advocates equality for all living beings, so monks in temples, regardless of their status or years of practice, must eat together.
The place where you eat is called the Dazhai Hall.
This is a building that is even more spacious than the Main Hall. Rows of long tables and benches are neatly arranged. Some monks are carrying wooden food boxes and delivering vegetarian meals.
Since the Jialan Sect is extremely wealthy, the quality of these vegetarian meals has not deteriorated at all due to the large number of people dining there. Except for the absence of garlic, onions and other five meats (Zen Sect prohibits the use of spicy food), the taste is similar to that of the Xuegong Canteen.
While Li Ang and others were busy eating, they looked around and listened in all directions, and got some information.
This chapter has been completed!