Chapter 1 Old Monk ()

Jinyang City is still prosperous, with traffic and traffic flowing through the vast streets.

There are rows of shops on both sides of the street, and the guys are shouting and hawking hard in the morning sun. The fresh air is mixed with the aroma of various snacks, and the scene is noisy.

The streets that entered the East City Gate were bustling with people, and suddenly, people gave way to both sides and left the middle position because a pile of two-tall pyres were slowly moving.

Under the pile of firewood was a young man, seventeen or eighteen years old, slimming his figure, medium-sized, long face, and a few acne on his lower jaw. He was walking slowly with a solemn face.

His head was bright, and there was no hair left. When the morning sun shone, it shone brightly. The six ring scars were clearly clear. He was actually a monk.

A short brown dress, a string of purple Buddhist beads on the wrist, a short axe on the waist, a slightly bent waist, and steadily step by step.

The firewood on his back was like a hill, which ordinary people could not carry, but he was as relaxed and comfortable as he had such amazing strength, which naturally attracted people's attention.

"Who is this? What a lot of strength!" asked a man next to him who was holding fried dough sticks and drinking soy milk.

A small, dry and thin man next to him spoke: "He——? You don't recognize him?...Haha, you are not a local, right?"

"Hey, I've just arrived for two days and am going to come to Jinyang to do a small business." The man smiled, over forty years old, with a round face, wearing a blue shirt, smiling, and a harmonious atmosphere.

"No wonder... His name is Li Muchan and his magic name is Zhanran, but he is not an ordinary person!" said the small man.

“Where is unusual?”

"I have great strength. Although I am a monk, I can't mess with you. I have never killed anyone!"

"Killed someone?" The man in blue changed his face.

The little man looked over there, came over, and lowered his voice: "There were two guys who didn't open their eyes and robbed him, but he killed one of them!"

"He is very skilled in martial arts?" The man in blue stared wide.

The little man shook his head: "From me, he has never learned martial arts, but he is extremely powerful and can beat someone with one punch. What's the difference between him and those who have practiced martial arts?"

"That's it!" The man in blue nodded and looked over carefully. As soon as the young man's eyes swept over, he hurriedly avoided it, pretending not to see it.

Li Muchan withdrew his eyes and smiled slightly.

He looked calm and his eyes were calm. Although he was in the downtown area, he was like walking in the mountains and fields, calmly concentrating. He went east along the street, crossed a bridge, and came to a tall building beside the bridge.

There is a long plaque hanging in the middle of the building with three golden words "Choran Tower", shining.

A big river passes through the bridge. Chaoran Building is located on the riverside. Sitting upstairs, you can look down at the wide river. When the south wind blows, it directly passes through the river surface and blows into the building, and the breeze brings a refreshing breeze.

This Chaoran Building is one of the best restaurants in Jinyang City. It has three floors high and is covered with clouds. It is painted dark brown all over the body, solid and heavy, and has a sequential momentum.

A servant ran quickly into the building. He was seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a short brown body, similar to the boy carrying firewood. His melon-shaped face and small eyes narrowed into slits, smiling and looking very amiable.

He came closer and smiled and said, "Mu Chan, you are here!"

He didn't say much, and turned around and led the way while he was talking, walked around Chaoran Building, and entered a yard.

The yard is flat and covered with blue bricks, and is cleaned up. There is a weapon rack placed on the south side, with swords, guns, swords and halberds.

A straw shed was built in the west corner of the yard, which was filled with firewood.

After stacking firewood in the shed, Li Muchan straightened his waist, patted his clothes, and said, "Li Jian, it will rain these two days, so I will send some firewood in advance."

The boy with a melon-faced face smiled and said, "Mu Chan, you said it will rain, but it will rain naturally. Let's go have a drink!"

This young man knew that Li Muchan was proficient in astronomy and was extremely accurate in looking at the weather.

Li Muchan waved his hand and said, "Next time, my second sister is back today. You can buy some wine and food for me. The road is long and you can't delay it."

The boy with melon-faced eyes lit up: "Second sister is back, okay, I'll prepare right away!"

He ran out in a flash, leaving only Li Muchan behind.

Li Muchan shook his head and smiled. This childhood friend was really different when he came out to do things. Now he no longer delays his work.

He turned around and looked at the yard, with high walls and green tiles, and extraordinary style.

It has been seventeen years since I came to this world and have adapted.

In his previous life, he was 40 years old and achieved nothing. He graduated from a third-rate university philosophy department and then found a job to make a living. His ideals in college disappeared and were refined by society, so he could only follow the trend.

Later, as he got older, he got married, and was forced to buy a house before marriage, and then divorced.

The mortgage loan is like a mountain, which makes him breathless. Although he lives in the company like years, his boss is harsh and he often makes trouble, he dares not resign and can only endure it. He has no choice but to be poor and has no choice but to endure it all. Finally, a car accident ends all this.

All the past lives were like a big dream, gradually fading away, becoming more and more blurred, and tall buildings, computers, TVs, planes and cars were already out of reach.

The world he lives in has a civilization of two thousand years. After ten dynasties, the current Dayan Dynasty is at its peak and is in its prime.

The Dayan Dynasty was faintly similar to the Tang Dynasty in which he lived in. The martial arts style was extremely strong. Even scholars all wore long swords, knew a few sword skills, and the people's style was brave.

However, this world is of strict level, and its martial arts are precious. Any power is secret and unrecognizable.

There are three ways for poor children who have no foundation to practice martial arts: join the sect, join the big family, or become a master.

The former can enter and exit freely, but it requires huge expenses. A large family needs to have certain qualifications, and it is difficult to enter mediocre talents, while a disciple is accessible but hard to find.

As a civilian, he is now in a normal family, cannot afford to pay tuition, and cannot enter a sect. The idea of ​​becoming a disciple is even more unrealistic, and he has the only way to enter a big family.

A while ago, he met a robber and killed someone in anger. He also understood a truth. If you want to live well in this world, you can’t rely on meditation, but only martial arts.

If those two robbers were smarter and more skilled in martial arts, they would have no luck!

When he was six years old, his elder brother Li Mufeng entered the Mei Mansion at the age of eighteen. Now he is a powerful deacon.

It was not difficult for him to get in, although the eldest brother was selfless and his qualifications were enough.

But he was used to being free and easy, and was a person from later generations. He didn't like to be a servant, so he never wanted to go. Since he met a bandit that time, he changed his mind and decided to enter the Mei Mansion, learn martial arts, be above the world, and live freely and freely.

With his mind surging, he walked to the weapon stand, picked up a sword, took it in front of him and looked at it carefully. Under the sun, the sword body was shining with cold light.

He raised his hand to touch his head and suddenly laughed. He was bald and had no hair. He couldn't verify whether the sword had broken his hair.

He waved his hand a few times and turned around to look.

"Haha, Mu Chan, you are a layman when you see!" the young man ran back and said with a smile.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "I have never practiced Kung Fu, so I am naturally a layman. Have you started to learn martial arts?"

"Hehe, I'm just starting to practice!" The boy smiled embarrassedly and said hurriedly: "The day before yesterday, I happened to have been working for three years and I am qualified to practice martial arts!"

"Then congratulations." Li Muchan said as he put back his sword and said, "After learning martial arts, success is just around the corner!"

The boy looked proud and waved his hand: "Hi, no matter how successful he is, isn't he a runaway person?!"

Li Muchan said: "I heard that Manager Zhao appreciates you very much. Once you practice martial arts, you can be promoted to Mei Mansion."

"Isn't it my big brother's credit?" the young man smiled.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "Brother praised you for your cleverness when he came back last time. He has made a lot of progress these days and has a good look. He has a great future and will surpass him in the future."

"Brother is really..." The young man smiled and shook his head, looking disapproving, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

Li Muchan looked down at the sword, shook his head and sighed.

The young man smiled and said, "Mu Chan, you don't have to worry. With your natural divine power, once you learn martial arts, it will be more effective than others for more than ten years!"

"I just have a few more strength, so how evil is it!" Li Muchan shook his head and smiled, "Auntie is looking forward to you going back for a while."

"What's wrong?" asked the boy.

"Auntie told you a marriage and ask you to go home and see it." Li Muchan said with a smile.

The boy opened his mouth wide: "Ah—?!"

He stomped his feet: "My mother is really, I'm still young!"

Li Muchan smiled and said, "You are nineteen, so it's time to marry a wife and take care of it."

"No, I won't go back!" The boy shook his head.

Li Muchan smiled and said, "I have seen it for you. He is a girl from the Zhang family in Dashi Village. She is handsome and virtuous. I don't know where you have achieved the blessings... You really won't go back? Don't regret it!"

"...Really?!" The boy hesitated.

Li Muchan laughed and scolded: "I've told lies?"

The boy scratched his head and smirked: "Hehe, it's okay to go back and take a look. My mother has been crazy for a while and she has to marry me. She just needs to use a knife to hold my neck around!"

Li Muchan laughed and waved his hand: "Go and see my food."

"I'll go urging you again!" The boy ran out.

After a while, he brought a wooden box over, and the red paint flashed, and put it down in front of Li Muchan.

He pointed to the box: "Branded lion's head, crystal elbow, red simmered lamb, honey rolled chicken legs, and four vegetarian dishes, enough to have a meal."

"Well, it's good. The money is deducted from my firewood money." Li Muchan picked up the wooden box and walked out, saying, "Don't forget to go back, my aunt is anxious."

"I know!" The boy followed him, walked to Chaoran Building, and watched him calmly step into the crowd and disappeared.

Li Muchan carried the wooden box and went east with the flow of people, and was about to leave the city.

Today's emperor worships Buddhism and has a very high status in monks. There are several large temples in Jinyang City. The largest Da Guangming Temple covers an area of ​​100 acres and has a thousand monks. It is solemn and grand.

This monk Li Muchan is real.

The village he lives in is called Lijia Village. It is surrounded by mountains. The mountain at the east end is called Aishan. There is a dilapidated temple on the waist of Aishan, called Chengjing Temple. There was originally an old monk named Faxing.
To be continued...