"Datang? The first year of Jianxi? Is there such a year name in history?"
"It seems like another fictional history..."
Su Mingzhe stretched and got up from the bed, the confusion in his eyes gradually dissipated.
He lowered his head and looked at the monk's robe, and then touched his bald head.
Su Mingzhe's eyes were thoughtful:
"It seems... he is still a fake monk!"
At the end of the Tang Dynasty, the feudal vassal towns were divided, famines continued, and the people were in dire straits.
In order to avoid the war, ordinary people chose to become monks or nuns.
For a time, Buddhism flourished all over the world.
Originally from a poor family, in order to avoid being drafted for years, he wanted to become a monk at Pujiu Temple in Hezhong Prefecture to avoid the disaster of war.
The presiding master of Pujiu Temple, Master Faben, was once a good friend of the original person's father. He refused to see his friend cut off his incestuous relationship. He only allowed the original person to hide in Pujiu Temple and refused to ordain his friend's disciples.
When the original owner saw that Hezhong Mansion was caught in the flames of war, he simply tonsured himself and even found a monk's robe to wear.
"really interesting!"
Su Mingzhe laughed at himself, took off his monk's robe and put on his gown again.
After going out, Su Mingzhe touched his bare head, grinned, and chanted:
"The hair and skin of your body are received by your parents! Don't dare to damage them, this is the beginning of filial piety!"
Every time Su Mingzhe recited a word, his three thousand black hair grew an inch.
Sixteen words later, his hair is already shawl-length.
Su Mingzhe casually broke off a piece of wood from the willow tree in the courtyard, cut it into a wooden hairpin, rolled up his black hair, and came to the Main Hall to say goodbye to the host.
"Namo Amitabha, it is also compassionate for Almsgiver Su to give up his intention to become a monk!"
The presiding master of Pujiu Temple, Master Faben, has a fierce appearance, but he does have a compassionate heart. When he learned that Su Mingzhe was going to say goodbye, he actually ordered someone to take a silver coin from the accounting room as Cheng Yi:
"Donor Su's family is very knowledgeable. In a few days, the court will open an enke. I heard that the person who presides over the enke is Cui Xiangguo. Cui Xiangguo and I are also old acquaintances. I have a letter here. Donor Su handed it to Cui Xiangguo. He wants to come here. If you go to participate in the Spring Festival, you will definitely be named on the gold medal list and your ancestors will be honored!"
When Su Mingzhe heard that the great monk had paved the way for him, he immediately expressed gratitude:
"I'm going to the capital now. If I can be named on the gold medal list, I would also like to thank you for your guidance!"
The two of them chatted and laughed before arriving at the entrance of the temple.
"Master, please stay. Su is leaving!"
Su Mingzhe strode down the mountain with long strides.
After chatting with Master Farben just now, Su Mingzhe slowly regained his understanding of the history of this dynasty.
Today, the capital of the Tang Dynasty...is in Taiyuan.
"So, the current Tang Dynasty is... the Later Tang Dynasty!"
"Moreover, now not only the Later Tang Dynasty, but also the Later Liang Dynasty, and more than a dozen other vassal governors proclaimed themselves emperor after seeing Zhu Wen usurping the Tang Dynasty and establishing himself."
"What a good era."
Su Mingzhe left Pujiu Temple and drifted away, thinking whether to go to the Later Tang Dynasty or the Later Liang Dynasty.
Suddenly, a cry for help came from afar, interrupting his plan.
A bandit with a gray cloth wrap around his head was overjoyed when he saw Su Mingzhe approaching in a long gown. He immediately came over with a kitchen knife in hand:
"Brother, what a blessing it is today, another fair and tender scholar has arrived!"
The bandit leader was looking through the stolen property and without even looking back, he replied coldly:
"Scholars have tender skin and tender flesh. Be careful not to scare yourself to death. If your bile breaks down, your flesh will become sour."
The bandit in gray cloth turban laughed and said: "Brother, this is a crazy scholar who actually walked over by himself without being afraid at all."
The bandit leader then looked up curiously, and when he saw that Su Mingzhe really showed no fear, he shouted: "Since he is a bold man, let's tie him up with a rope, and then take him back to the village later, and then disembowel him." Chop the fat and thin parts into meat fillings and make dumplings for dinner tonight!"
"Amitabha!"
Su Mingzhe didn't expect that he would encounter such a group of butcher ghosts who had just come out of the temple.
In this case, he will go back to his old business!
He picked up the knife and dropped it, pfft——tsk——
He picked up the knife and dropped it, pfft——tsk——
…
There were more than twenty bandits in total, and Su Mingzhe cut off seven heads almost in the blink of an eye.
The remaining bandits were all so frightened by Su Mingzhe's neatness that they stood there blankly and forgot to even escape.
The bandit leader was so courageous that he looked at Su Mingzhe as if he were a murderer. He even forgot to resist and just fell to the ground, kowtowing with snot and tears and begging for mercy.
"My hero, have mercy on me, my hero, have mercy on me. I have an old mother above me, and a child who is crying for food below me. I beg you, hero, to spare my life. I will definitely change my mind and change my past..."
"You're pretty good at finishing words?!"
Su Mingzhe saw the bandits kneeling down, and the 'captive' captured by the bandits looked at him in shock. With a thought, he put away the bloody sword:
"It's not difficult to get me to spare your lives, you just have to tie each other up first!"
In his previous life, Su Mingzhe conquered countless countries and killed many people in order to dominate the world. He had long since lost interest in killing people himself.
The sixteen bandits looked at each other, and the bandit leader took a chance and ordered his subordinates to tie him up first.
Seeing that their boss did not dare to resist, the other minions naturally had no choice but to find ropes and tie each other's hands and feet.
When the group of people who were robbed saw that Su Mingzhe had taken control of the situation, they helped each other and walked over, kneeling on the ground, kowtow and thanked:
"Thank you so much for saving my life!"
Su Mingzhe looked at these people. Although most of them were wearing plain clothes and short shirts, their appearance was neat and their speech was clear, so he asked curiously:
"Looking at your accent, I'm not from here. Why are you here?"
"I dare not hide my benefactor."
A steward stood up and reported back:
"The younger one is Zhao Zhenkun, the head of the Taiyuan Changfeng Escort Bureau, who was ordered to escort Cui Xiangguo's body back to his hometown. Unexpectedly, Liang Jun, who had always been on good terms with the Tang Dynasty, suddenly turned against him and besieged Hezhong Mansion. We could only hide in Tibet, but in the end We launched a rebellion, but were intercepted by a group of bandits."
When Su Mingzhe heard that Cui Xiangguo was dead, his eyelids rolled up immediately.
He also had a letter of recommendation written for him by Master Farben.
Now that Cui Xiangguo is gone, is this letter of recommendation useless?
After sighing, Su Mingzhe asked again:
"Tou Zhao, where is Cui Xiangguo's body?"
Su Mingzhe took a look just now and saw only gold and silver on the ground, but no body or coffin.
Zhao Zhenkun did not dare to hide it and quickly explained:
"Back to my benefactor, just now we saw bandits blocking the road and tried our best to protect each other. The people of Prime Minister Cui's family walked away from the road with their coffins."
"Oh, in that case, everyone clean up and catch up quickly."
When Su Mingzhe heard that Cui Xiangguo's body had been returned to his hometown, he vaguely remembered a story.
It's just that he hasn't seen the real owner yet, and Su Mingzhe doesn't dare to confirm.
Everyone tidied up and chased the bandit, who had his hands and feet tied, towards the path.
This chapter has been completed!