Datang unsigned for six years, only to know that it is Journey to the West

It was only six years after the release of the Tang Dynasty that it was Journey to the West Author: Bald Superman

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Su Chen traveled to the Tang Dynasty for seven years and became a small Taoist priest in the Taoist temple outside Chang'an City. However, he discovered that this place is actually a world of high martial arts, where powerful warriors can sweep thousands of troops and defeat ten thousand with one.

He hadn't even cultivated his true qi, and he couldn't even keep his Taoist temple in place. Fortunately, he accidentally awakened the "Gold List of Unveiled Signs".

[Li Lizhi asks for a lottery, and if you sign the lottery, you can get a century-old cultivation skill if you solve the lottery, and you can get the "Taishang Wangqing Sword Art" when you turn the catastrophe away】

[Empress Changsun asks for a lottery, and if you sign the lottery, you can get 300 years of skill, and you can get "Nine Phoenix Changchun Kung Fu" when you solve the lottery]

[Li Shimin asks for a lottery, and makes a lottery. If you solve the lottery, you can get a thousand years of skill, and you can get the "Golden Body of the Undefeated Holy Emperor" if you turn the catastrophe away】

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Six years later, in the 13th year of Zhenguan, Su Chen already possessed 10 years of skill and countless magical skills.One day, a young monk came to the Taoist temple.

"Master, I want to ask for a lottery and ask about the future."

"The monk asked about the future? It's interesting, how is your future going?"

"Let's go to the Western Paradise and pray to Buddha for scriptures."

"..."

[Chen Xuanzang asks about the future, and makes a lottery.If you solve the lottery, you can get 300 million years of skill, and you can get "Fragment of the Jade Plate of Good Fortune" when you transform the catastrophe】

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Chapter 1 Reborn in the Tang Dynasty as a Taoist Priest

Datang Zhenguan seven years.

On Yunyuan Mountain outside Chang'an City, the plaque on an old Taoist temple has been polished to a shiny finish.

Hualong Temple.

In the Sanqing Hall in the middle, there are statues of Sanqing gods.

Su Chen sat cross-legged under the altar, slowly pressed his hands to the dantian, let out a breath, and ended today's practice, "I still can't create a sense of energy, and I can't break through to the fourth level of martial arts. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the Dragon Transformation Temple. "

Three years ago, he traveled to this high-martial Tang Dynasty. The general situation is basically the same as that of the Tang Dynasty in history. Only some details are different, that is, the value of force is much higher.

The realm of martial arts is divided into nine levels. It is said that a powerful warrior can defeat a thousand troops with one enemy.

Buddhism and Taoism also have many martial arts masters.

Generally speaking, the higher the Taoism, the higher the martial arts.

This also made Datang promulgate a special law.

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 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, most of it will fall into the hands of monks.

At that time, the Sanqing Hall will become the Daxiong Hall, and the Sanqing God Statue will also become the Buddha Tathagata.

"Fortunately, there are still three years, otherwise I'm afraid I'll sleep on the street." Su Chen sighed, stood up from the futon, and planned to cook.

Now that the sun is rising, he has practiced all morning and is already hungry.

A few days ago, his master died of his death, and the funeral has just been finished. He has to observe mourning for three years. During these three years, he has to stay in the Taoist temple except for daily purchases.

Datang pays attention to filial piety, and will not take back the Taoist temple in the past three years.

But after three years, if there are no Taoist masters at the fourth level of martial arts, the Hualong Temple will still be taken back.

Su Chen took the bowl and walked to the rice vat, and was about to grab the rice for cooking, but fell silent again when he saw the few grains of rice, "It will run out of food in a few days, when the master was still there, You make a living by explaining the fate of people, what should you do in the future?"

He also learned how to solve the lottery from his master. In fact, it is a method of analyzing the applicant's birth date, past experience, etc., and using a set of ambiguous words to let the applicant make up the answer he wants.

Eating is a proficiency.

Although he can, but he lacks exercise, if he is not careful, he may smash the signboard.

Exactly at this time.

"The leader of the Wugou trail."

A tanned man walked into the Taoist temple, carrying a bag of rice on his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Little Taoist priest, I'm not sure about something, so I want to ask for a lottery. I don't have any money at home, so I just press Give it to Mi as usual."

As he spoke, he put the rice on the ground, shaking up a layer of dust.

Su Chen swallowed subconsciously.

This weight, at least a dozen catties, is enough to feed myself for more than half a month.

He was trying to find an excuse to shirk.

After all, his proficiency in unscrambling the lottery is not enough, and undoing the lottery rashly may lose his job.

But there is no way, the family really has no food left.

Moreover, this big man used to come to Guanli often to ask for lottery, and he almost explained his [-]th generation of ancestors clearly. Su Chen knew him in detail, and had heard his master explain lottery to him many times, so he was very suitable for practicing.

Now or never.

So, Su Chen put down the bowl, put the lid on the rice bowl calmly, took out a stick from his sleeve and handed it over, and said with a smile, "What does Uncle Qiao want to ask this time?"

"My Ah Hu is ready to join the army. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, but he has worked hard. He said he wants to kill the Turks, so that he will honor his ancestors." Uncle Qiao smiled, shook the lottery tube, and sighed: "But swords have no eyes on the battlefield. I am a father!" Yes, there is always some worry."

pat!

A bamboo stick fell out.

Sign down.

Uncle Qiao's face turned pale immediately.

boom!

The stick fell to the ground, and the bamboo sticks fell apart.

"How could this be?" Uncle Qiao has always believed in asking for a lottery, and when he saw this bamboo stick, his emotions collapsed on the spot.

"Uncle Qiao, don't worry, signing the lottery doesn't mean there is no solution." Su Chen hurriedly comforted him, and at the same time picked up the lottery sign on the ground, constantly organizing words in his mind, thinking about how to round up the words.

But the moment he picked up the stick, he suddenly felt a layer of mist appear in front of his eyes, and layers of images flashed through the mist.

In the courtyard with some weeds, a [-]-year-old boy was practicing boxing. It was Qiao Hu. He was practicing a very tough boxing style, which seemed very suitable for fighting in battle.

There is always a weird feeling between the actions, and the hands and feet are vaguely uncoordinated.

what is this? !!

Goldfinger?

"Is what I saw the key content of the solution?"

Su Chen's heart suddenly set off a turbulent sea, and at the same time, a golden light appeared in his mind.

This is a huge golden list.

There are several lines of text on it.

【Undersigned】

[Core catastrophe: Uncoordinated hands and feet, killed on the battlefield. 】

[Reward for lottery release: 30 years of martial arts practice]

[Resolving disasters: Rewarding the martial arts "King Kong is not bad"]

If you unlock the sign, you will be rewarded with cultivation!

To resolve disasters and reward martial arts? !

Su Chen was ecstatic in his heart, after three years, it finally came!

At the same time, he also had a clear understanding of those pictures in his heart, and thought to himself: "Qiao Hu's martial arts has problems. If it goes to the battlefield, this problem can become a fatal weakness, so it becomes a sign. As long as this problem is solved Disharmony can resolve disasters.”

Thinking of this, Su Chen imitated his master before, made some calculations, and said with a smile, "So that's how it is."

"Uncle Qiao, don't worry, this sign can be solved."

Uncle Qiao seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, he quickly grabbed Su Chen's hand, and said, "What's the solution to this lot?"

"Qiao Hu should have practiced a martial art by himself. That martial art will make his body uncoordinated and eventually hurt his hands and feet. If he goes to the battlefield, he will be powerless against the enemy. This is why he signed the contract."

Uncle Qiao widened his eyes, and said: "Impossible, I gave him the "Arhat's Long Fist" that I asked for from the Golden Rooster Temple. gone."

He panicked, "How could it be because of kung fu?"

Su Chen said: "Uncle Qiao, don't worry, although Luo Han's long fist is powerful, it may not be suitable for Qiao Hu. You tell him not to practice, and I will give you another list to ensure that his body can be restored to its original state, and he can kill the enemy as easily as possible." The realm of man."

Uncle Qiao's eyes shined brightly. The old Taoist master not only solved the sign before, but also had excellent medical skills.

Su Chen must have inheritance.

Hastily said: "Little Master Wugou, you must help him."

Su Chen nodded, went back to the room and wrote a list, these are some health and bone strengthening prescriptions left by the old Taoist priest in the study.

It was enough to restore Qiao Hu's body to its original state, and then he stopped practicing Arhat Changquan, and the lottery was resolved.

Uncle Qiao took the two sides, thanked him a thousand times, and left.

When he turned around and left down the mountain.

The gold list in Su Chen's mind shot out a golden light instantly, pouring into his limbs and bones.

hum!

30 years of martial arts skills, at hand.

"I finally gave birth to a sense of Qi, and my cultivation directly broke through the fourth and fifth levels, and reached the sixth level!"

Su Chen was overjoyed and couldn't help laughing.

"With this golden finger, there will be a steady stream of skills and rewards in the future."

Su Chen laughed heartily, cooked a pot of rice for himself with Uncle Qiao's rice, and had a hearty meal.

Then I imagined my future.

"At present, I want to attract more pilgrims. Unlocking the lottery can get tributes, solve my food and clothing problems, and gain skills. If I sign the lottery, there will be rewards."

"The primary goal is to open up the reputation of Hualong Guanjie lottery. I have inherited the master's mantle, so I have to be believed. This point, when Qiao Hu is fine, it will be done."

"I heard that the Taoist temple has an accident, and the Taoist temple will also be taken back. Especially the Taoist temple with few people, especially the master said that there are monks coveting our Taoist temple. No matter what, I must solve the lottery more and improve my strength. go up."

He clenched his fists, feeling the surge of 30 years of skill in his body, and he was even more eager for power.

"Now I have 30 years of skill, but I haven't got the "Vajra Indestructible Skill" yet, so I don't know what power it has."

At the foot of the mountain, Qiao's Village.

Uncle Qiao came back and muttered, "It's a good thing to go fast, otherwise the pharmacy will 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, Qiao Hu's movements.

"Huh? Sure enough, the movements are uncoordinated, and I didn't notice it before." Uncle Qiao's face was serious and worried.

Qiao Hu felt refreshed physically and mentally after finishing a set of punches. Seeing that Uncle Qiao was there, he hurried forward.

"Father, I'm back..."

pat!

When Qiao Hu came, he staggered suddenly and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Uncle Qiao had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he quickly helped him.

"Dad, me, what's wrong with me, I just finished punching, how could my hands and feet be so uncoordinated?"

Uncle Qiao sighed and said, "It's because you have a problem with your boxing. Don't practice."

Qiao Hu was a little frightened and said: "But, my hands and feet are weak, like a sprain, what should I do?"