Wang Zhongyi

Daqian Dynasty, Huanglong Temple.

In recent years, internal migration in Daqian has been unfavorable. Natural disasters have been frequent in several provinces of Kyushu and Central Plains, and droughts and floods have continued. Natural disasters will inevitably cause disasters and lead to hordes of refugees.

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Fortunately, Huanglong Temple showed great compassion to the Buddha today, donating rice porridge to the refugees in the mountains, and by the way, it recruited some children of the right age to work as novice monks in Huanglong Temple.

Before seeing the Huanglong Temple for the first time, Wang Zhongyi's mind flashed back to the magnificent and majestic temple scene of the Shaolin Temple in his previous life. However, after seeing it for real, he realized that the luxury and wealth of the Shaolin Temple was like a younger brother in front of the Huanglong Temple.

Huanglong Temple seems to be a sky temple hanging in the sky.

However, it is not truly suspended, but stands on a huge cliff with no top visible. The stone steps are like a ladder hanging from the clouds, winding and submerged in the low leaden gray clouds in early winter.

The temple itself is built against the steep mountain topography, layer upon layer, with countless grand halls and pavilions. The huge cornices and brackets pierce the oppressive clouds, as if to connect heaven and earth.

The most eye-catching thing is the towering glazed golden roof that stretches for dozens of feet. In the cold wind, even if the sunlight is dim, the glazed tiles are still flowing with a restrained and thick, gentle but unforgettable golden light. It is not a new light, but a luster accumulated over the years, symbolizing endless wealth and power.

Looking carefully, under the golden dome, the vermilion palace walls are as thick as a mountain, which makes people feel heart-stopping. It also makes the giant thing that is entrenched on the top of the mountain even more sacred, majestic, unattainable, and extremely wealthy.

Starting from halfway up the mountain, an incredibly wide white marble square spreads out as flat as a mirror. On this frozen land of barren years, seeing a square made of such white, vast, huge stones, each piece of which is polished smooth, is in itself an ultimate statement of luxury.

In the center of the square, stands a three-foot-tall pure copper gilt Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara. Against the backdrop of the surrounding wind and snow and the despair of the refugees, the golden light of the Buddha's body flows, and his compassionate face hangs down, overlooking the ant-like sentient beings below.

At this moment, the square was dark and crowded.

There are young boys and girls wearing bright clothes and angry horses, and most of them are the sons of refugees or young farmers in ragged clothes. They are pushed and pushed by their families or themselves, and they are crowded together in chaos. The number is probably more than the refugees gathered on the tidal flat below the mountain.

Under the huge bronze statue, facing all the hungry children, the temple door only opened an inconspicuous ebony corner door on the side.

The door is not big, but is as thick as a mountain rock. It is carved with complicated patterns of demon-conquering diamonds, which vaguely convey the solemn and murderous meaning. On both sides of the door frame, there are several strong and indifferent monks protecting the temple.

They wore fine cotton monk robes with tawny short trousers, cowhide belts around their waists, and thick-soled soap boots.

Even in the cold wind, you can see their rosy, plump and muscular faces and arms.

Next to the temporary desk set up next to the corner door, an old monk wearing a purple satin cassock and an indifferent expression was sitting.

Beside him was a huge rosewood merit box, which was filled with golden and silver light. The pile was almost overflowing. Several gold and silver ingots were piled neatly into a small mountain on the corner of the table, which was dazzling under the gray skylight.

A few knowledgeable monks wearing neat cotton robes are busy nearby. When they receive children who are not homeless farmers but sent by wealthy families, they will put on a professional smile on their faces, and at the same time skillfully record the heavy "incense offerings" handed over by the other party's servants - a thick stack of brand new silver notes, a piece of high-quality brocade, and even a whole box of jewelry and jade.

Wang Zhongyi thought he had the insights and experiences of a time traveler that transcended his time, and he was also shocked by this scene.

Are ancient temples so rich?

Don’t the ruling class of the Qian Dynasty, the emperor and ministers care about it?

Under the background of a year of natural disasters and famine, the Huanglong Temple is so flaunting its wealth. Isn’t it afraid of being coveted by the superiors at all?

There is a problem, there is definitely a problem!

Does this Huanglong Temple have great support, such as force? Monk?

Wang Zhong recalled the remarks he heard among the refugees and quickly thought of the key points.

Enter Huanglong Temple to work as a novice monk, and have the opportunity to become a warrior monk...

A warrior monk? Could it be that...

Soon, Wang Zhongyi’s expectation came true.

A middle-aged monk flew out of the sky inside Huanglong Temple, landed on the ground and recited the Buddha's name, and then announced the recruitment of monk candidates and novice monks.

Yes, it flew over!

Can you fly? ! It should be Qinggong.

No wonder, this is not an ordinary ancient world, but an ancient world with an extraordinary power system, or at least extraordinary martial arts!

And this Huanglong Temple is obviously one of the great Buddhist temples in the form of an ancient extraordinary martial arts sect.

Wang Zhongyi clenched his fists and looked at the standards for queuing up in front.

Clearly divided into two columns.

One is the list of donors and the list of candidates for monk recruitment.

The wealthy disciples who gave money and gifts were well-dressed, and although their expressions were nervous but not despairing, they were received attentively by monks. Obviously, this was a queue of backdoors, backgrounds, and connections.

The other path is for the sons of refugees and farmers. Only those with good foundation can be accepted as novice monks. However, if they pass, they must start as novice monks.

This is the only possible way out for civilians and refugees.

Countless skinny hands tightly clutching the remaining belongings, a shriveled wotou, a piece of rag, or heartbreaking instructions from parents - crowded in front of the narrow entrance of "Gengu Road".

The "Root Bone Test" is extremely strict, but the speed is amazingly fast.

Several monks who are also yellow-robed monks guard in front of the corner door, like cold screening machines.

Their rough hands, with irresistible power, will pinch the spine, shoulder blades, wrists, and leg bone joints of every child who is pushed in front of them with lightning speed, using direct and rough methods.

It seems that the testing process is too painful, and everyone who has their bones tested will cry out in pain, which may be longer or shorter. It seems that the longer the pain, the better the bones or willpower.

Wang Zhongyi summed up some experience and secretly decided to endure the pain as much as possible in the future.

Those who exceed the qualifications will be pushed unceremoniously into the narrow corner door by these monks.

That action is more like discarding an item, coldly declaring that you are temporarily qualified to live.

Those who failed were pushed away mercilessly, or even kicked, and sent back to the desperate crowd.

Those thin figures who had been pushed and kicked away fell on the cold white marble, the last light in their eyes extinguished, leaving only dead gray. Some even fell down on the spot and never got up again.

The team moved with a numb, suffocating rhythm.

Wang Zhongyi was at the end of the team, like a dead leaf in the wind, being carried forward.

The queue in front is getting shorter and shorter, and the suppressed breath penetrates into the bone marrow. The burning hunger in Wang Zhongyi's stomach reminds him sharply: the only way to survive is ahead.

Finally, it was his turn.

A middle-aged monk with an expressionless face, his hands with cold air and thick joints like iron hooks, have been shrouded like a shadow, and with an unquestionable pressure, they are grabbing straight at his thin shoulders.

Wang Zhongyi straightened his spine almost instinctively. He raised his head suddenly, and his distracted eyes instantly focused, staring at the cold and turbid eyeballs of the monk. There was no mercy in them, only cold scrutiny.

The next second, the cold, iron-like palm, with the force of a thousand pounds, irresistibly pinched the neck bone and Jianjing point where his neck and shoulder blades were connected, and then massaged his limbs...

A gentle press on his lower abdomen, and at the same time, a hot stream of warmth penetrated like a steel needle.

Wang Zhongyi screamed in pain. He finally understood why so many people in front of him were screaming in pain!

This kind of pain is a bit like having a gastroscopy in a previous life. Without anesthesia, you can clearly feel the uncomfortable pain of seeing a finger-thick tube inserted into the intestines and peristalsis to check the lesions.

His pain at this time was that the tube lens was replaced by a hot steel needle, which penetrated from the lower abdomen and into the body, inch by inch, into the internal organs. One can imagine how painful this was.

This kind of pain is really unbearable, but the good thing is that he has a plug-in.

"Tico!"

The next moment, a familiar dark blue cute little whale icon popped up in his mind, which means dark blue exploration. Under the icon, a familiar dialog box popped up.

【Here! The always handsome brother-chan! Tico can answer your questions, chat with you, and help you with various tasks ~ Is there anything I can do to help? (^▽^)】

Travelers all have golden fingers, and his plug-in is the Dike AI intelligent assistant that has been integrated and bound to his soul consciousness.

As for why the golden finger is it, Wang Zhongyi recalled that before he traveled through his past life, he was lying in bed and excitedly following the online teaching process [Dike Magic Modification Guide: How to Train AI to Be Your Cyber Girlfriend]. When he had just set the core parameters and set the character template to the Japanese cute and gentle type, he suddenly found that his phone was about to run out of power, so he turned over to charge it, but accidentally knocked over the water cup on the bedside table. Then there was a burst of electric light, and before his eyes. Black...

"Quickly find a way to help me relieve my pain! I can also cancel the personality template and return to the original data."

Calling me Brother Jiang is a bit too shameful. It is so shameful that Wang Zhongyi's pain at this moment was relieved a little by being distracted. He has traveled through time. There will definitely be no shortage of women in the future. It would be a bit disgraceful to be a time traveler if he creates a cute cyber girlfriend template or something.

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