It was only six years after the release of the Tang Dynasty that it was Journey to the West Chapter 1: Reborn in the Tang Dynasty as a Taoist priest, the King Kong is not bad
Chapter 1: Reborn in the Tang Dynasty as a Taoist priest, the King Kong is not bad
Chapter 1: Reborn in the Tang Dynasty as a Taoist priest, and obtained the indestructibility of the Vajra after reading the lottery [Please collect and recommend]
The seventh year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty.
On Yunyuan Mountain outside Chang'an City, the plaque on an old Taoist temple was polished brightly.
Hualong Temple.
The Sanqing Hall in the middle enshrines the statues of Sanqing gods.
Su Chen sat cross-legged under the shrine, slowly pressed his hands to his Dantian, exhaled a breath, and ended today's practice, "I still can't generate the sense of Qi, and I haven't been able to break through to the fourth level of martial arts. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to preserve the Dragon Transformation Temple."
"
Three years ago, he traveled to this highly martial Tang Dynasty. The general situation was basically the same as the Tang Dynasty in history. Only some details were different, that is, the force value was much higher.
The realm of martial arts is divided into nine levels. It is said that a powerful warrior can defeat thousands of people and sweep thousands of armies.
There are also many martial arts masters in Buddhism and Taoism.
Generally speaking, the higher the moral character, the higher the martial arts.
This also led the Tang Dynasty to issue special laws.
The Taoist temples and Buddhist temples around Chang'an City must have at least one master of the fourth level of martial arts, otherwise they will be taken back by the court and then redistributed.
Nowadays, Buddhism is gradually rising and there are many masters. Many Taoist temples around Chang'an City have been annexed by Buddhism.
Once Hualong Temple is taken back, it will most likely fall into the hands of the monks.
When the time comes, the Sanqing Hall will become the Mahavira Hall, and the Sanqing statue will also become Buddha Tathagata.
"Fortunately, there are still three years left, otherwise I'm afraid I'll have to sleep on the street." Su Chen sighed, stood up from the futon, and planned to cook.
The sun was now at its zenith. He had been practicing all morning and was already hungry.
His master passed away a few days ago, and the funeral had just been completed. He had to observe mourning for three years. During these three years, he had to stay in the Taoist temple except for daily purchases of supplies.
The Tang Dynasty paid great attention to filial piety and would not take back Taoist temples in these three years.
But after three years, if there is no Taoist master of the fourth level of martial arts taking charge, the Hualong Temple will still be taken back.
Su Chen walked to the rice vat with a bowl in hand, and was about to grab rice to cook, but looked at the few grains of rice and fell into silence again, "We will run out of food in a few days. In the past, when Master was still here,
You make a living by interpreting fortunes and fortunes for people, what should you do in the future?"
He also learned from his master how to interpret the fortune teller, which is actually a method of analyzing the applicant's birth date, past experiences, etc., and using a set of ambiguous words to help the fortune seeker figure out the answer he wants.
Eating is a matter of proficiency.
Although he knows how to do it, he lacks training and may break his sign if he is not careful.
Just at this time.
"The Taoist Priest Wu Guo."
A tall, dark-skinned man walked into the Taoist temple with a bag of rice on his shoulder. He chuckled and said, "Taoist priest, I'm not sure about something, so I want to come and ask for a signature. I don't have any money at home, so I'll just press
It’s customary to give rice.”
As he spoke, he placed the rice on the ground, stirring up a layer of dust.
Su Chen swallowed subconsciously.
This weight, at least a dozen kilograms, is enough for me to eat for more than half a month.
He originally wanted to find an excuse to shirk it.
After all, I am not proficient enough in interpreting the lottery. If I interpret the lottery rashly, my job may be ruined.
But there is no way, there is really no food left at home.
Moreover, this big man often came to the temple to ask for fortune-telling, and he almost explained all the eighteen generations of his ancestors. Su Chen had a very detailed understanding of him, and had heard his master explain fortune-telling to him many times, so he was very suitable for practicing with him.
The opportunity is too good to miss and will never come again.
So, Su Chen put down the bowl, quietly covered the rice vat, took out a lottery tube from his sleeve and handed it over, smiling: "What do you want to ask Uncle Qiao this time?"
"My Ahu is ready to join the army. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, but he has worked hard. He said he wanted to kill the Turks and honor the ancestors." Uncle Qiao smiled, shook the lottery tube, and sighed: "But the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and I am the father.
Yeah, I'm always a little worried."
Snap!
A bamboo stick fell out.
Sign under.
Uncle Qiao's face suddenly turned pale.
Bang!
The bamboo stick fell to the ground and the bamboo sticks fell into pieces.
"How could this happen?" Uncle Qiao has always believed in asking for bamboo sticks. When he saw this bamboo stick, his mood collapsed on the spot.
"Uncle Qiao, don't worry, it doesn't mean there is no solution." Su Chen hurriedly comforted him, and at the same time he picked up the stick on the ground and kept organizing the words in his mind, thinking about how to make the words right.
But the moment he picked up the lottery ticket, he suddenly felt a layer of fog appear in front of his eyes, and layers of images flashed through the fog.
In a courtyard with some weeds, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old was practicing boxing. It was Qiao Hu. He was practicing a very powerful boxing technique that seemed very suitable for fighting in battle.
There is always a weird feeling when moving, and the hands and feet are slightly uncoordinated.
What's this?!
Goldfinger?
"What I see is the key content of the signature?"
Su Chen's heart suddenly stirred up a storm, and at the same time a golden light appeared in his mind.
This is a huge gold medal.
There are several lines of text on it.
[Sign below]
[Core disaster: Uncoordinated hands and feet, killed on the battlefield.]
[Lottery Reward: Thirty Years of Martial Arts Practice]
[Resolving disasters: Rewarding martial arts "The Indestructible Magic Power of Vajra"]
Unlocking the sign will reward your cultivation!
Reward martial arts for resolving disasters?!
Su Chen was ecstatic in his heart. After three years, it was finally here!
At the same time, he also had a clear understanding of those scenes, and thought to himself: "There is a problem with Qiao Hu's martial arts. If it goes to the battlefield, this problem can become a fatal weakness, so it becomes a draw. As long as this problem is solved
If there is any incongruity, the disaster can be resolved."
Thinking of this, Su Chen imitated his master's previous behavior, made some calculations, and said with a smile: "I see."
"Uncle Qiao, don't worry, this lottery can be solved."
As if grasping a life-saving straw, Uncle Qiao quickly grabbed Su Chen's hand and said, "What's the meaning of this sign?"
"Qiao Hu must have practiced martial arts by himself. That martial arts will make his body uncoordinated and eventually damage his hands and feet. If he goes to the battlefield, he will be unable to fight against the enemy. This is also the reason why he signed the lottery."
Uncle Qiao's eyes widened and he said, "It's impossible. I gave him the "Arhat Changquan" that I went to the Jinji Temple to ask for. It's fierce and domineering. He gained strength as he practiced it. He's much better than before. I can't even beat him.
Already."
He panicked: "How could it be because of Kung Fu?"
Su Chen said: "Uncle Qiao, don't worry. Although the Arhat Changquan is powerful, it may not be suitable for Qiao Hu. If you tell him to stop practicing, I will give you another list. I guarantee that his body will be restored to its original state and he can kill the enemy like nothing."
The realm of man.”
Uncle Qiao's eyes shone brightly. The old Taoist priest was not only good at deciphering signs, but also had excellent medical skills.
Su Chen definitely has a legacy.
He said quickly: "Little Master Wu Guo, you must help him."
Su Chen nodded, returned to the room and wrote a list. These were some prescriptions for strengthening the body and strengthening the bones left by the old Taoist priest in the study.
It was enough to make Qiao Hu's body recover as before, and then he stopped practicing Luohan Changquan, and the lottery was resolved.
Uncle Qiao took the two sides, thanked him profusely, and left.
When he turned around and walked down the mountain.
The golden list in Su Chen's mind instantly emitted a golden light, pouring into his limbs and bones.
Buzz!
Thirty years of martial arts skills are here.
"I finally gave birth to Qi Sense, and my cultivation level directly broke through the fourth and fifth levels, reaching the sixth level!"
Su Chen was overjoyed and couldn't help laughing.
"With this golden finger, my skills and rewards will continue to flow from now on."
Su Chen laughed heartily, cooked himself a pot of rice with Uncle Qiao's rice, and had a full meal.
Then he thought about his future.
"Now I want to attract more pilgrims. If I sign the lottery, I can get tributes, which will solve my food and clothing problem. I can also gain skills. If I sign the lottery, there will be rewards."
"The first goal is to increase the popularity of Hualong Temple. I have inherited Master's mantle and have to be believed. This will be done when Qiao Hu is fine."
"I heard that the Taoist priest in the Taoist temple had an accident, and the Taoist temple must be taken back. Especially the Taoist temple with few people, especially the master said that there are monks who covet our Taoist temple. No matter what, I must do more interpretations to improve my strength.
Go up."
He clenched his fists, feeling the surge of thirty years of skill in his body, and became even more hungry for power.
"Now I have thirty years of skill, but I haven't gotten the "Vajra Indestructible Skill" yet. I don't know what power it has."
At the foot of the mountain, Qiaojia Village.
Uncle Qiao came back and muttered, "It's a good thing we walked fast, otherwise the drug stores would be closed."
Later, when he saw Qiao Hu practicing in the courtyard, he stepped forward to watch, paying special attention to what Su Chen said about Qiao Hu's movements.
"Huh? Sure enough, the movements are uncoordinated. I didn't notice it before." Uncle Qiao's face was solemn and a little worried.
After Qiao Hu finished a set of punches, he felt physically and mentally refreshed. When he saw Uncle Qiao was there, he hurriedly stepped forward.
"Dad, you're back..."
Snap!
When Qiao Hu came, he suddenly staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Fortunately, Uncle Qiao had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly helped him.
"Dad, I, what's wrong with me? I just finished boxing. Why are my hands and feet so uncoordinated?"
Uncle Qiao sighed and said, "There's something wrong with your boxing skills, so stop practicing."
Qiao Hu said with some fear: "But my hands and feet are weak and I feel like I have a sprain. What should I do?"
"I'm going to join the army. If I go to the battlefield like this, I will definitely die." Qiao Hu became more and more frightened as he thought about it.