The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

"Is the old monk still in prison now?"

"Little monk, did you ask Mingxi?" The little Qiniang said anxiously, "It is said that this autumn will be executed! I have been imprisoned for many years. Uh, people outside Fang, who break the law, have to commit the same crime as the common people, so we must kill him!"

This is broken!

If a person dies, he can let go of it, pat his ass and leave.

But right now the old monk is clearly still alive, according to what the Japanese master told him, this person had a great kindness to their monastery in the past.Now that he came to Dong'an Temple, he slept on his bed and listened to his tragic past all night... In the end, he was still alive, but he couldn't just leave him alone!

Lingran was very annoyed, this crap stuck to his hands, making it feel like his hands were wet with flour, and he couldn't shake them off.

He clapped his hands, stood up, thought for a while and asked those spirits he had caught. "What are your names, what is your real identity, where do you live now, why you came to the temple tonight... I have to explain it again!"

The ghosts trembled a bit, and reported their names and family names one by one.Then he said, "Monk, you want to know our details, but you want to order me to wait?"

Lingran originally just asked such a casual question, but seeing them speak so proactively, her heart moved.

He came here alone, and now even Comrade Da Lang abandoned him and ran away. It would be nice to have a few more helpers, or a few more younger brothers!

He has never taken a younger brother!

Lingran said enthusiastically, "That's exactly what I mean!"

Seeing this, those ghosts showed such expressions on their faces, and said with drooping heads, "Then, what do you need me to do? Help you clean up the temple, or arrest some young monks first?"

I laughed out loud. "What are you doing to arrest the monk? Do I want you to arrest him, shave your head, and accompany me to recite scriptures and ring the bell?"

The faces of those ghosts were all expressions of "Isn't it?"

Lingran pondered for a while, and said, "There is no need to repair the temple or something. This temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and the place is uninhabitable. Since I want to visit the old monk Mingxi and help him, I must be here Stay here for a while. Just get rid of the weeds first, clean up the temple, and make some food for me every day."

This is easy!Several sprites showed a relieved look.

Lingran laughed secretly in her heart, sure enough, things that have not cultivated human form are easier to deceive.Especially the little monsters who long to be human, but fail to be human, their thoughts are written on their faces, which is clear at a glance.

The most complicated thing in this world is the human heart, with nine twists and eighteen bends, like tying a string around the waist of a bee and driving it through exquisite beads. ——Speculating people's hearts is indeed the most difficult thing in this world.

Lingran listened to a few ghosts talking all night, and before she knew it, the night was fading, and the sky in the east was getting whiter.

He then looked around with a faint sky light, with his hands behind his back, like a king patrolling the territory.

Finally, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, now you go clean the monastery! First remove the weeds in the courtyard, and rebuild the door."

It turned out that the door panel was broken by his kick.

He habitually opened his right hand, touched his chin, and thought to himself, what am I going to do now, monk?

Otherwise, advance to the city to inquire about the news.

After all, he didn't know where the yamen gate opened.

Lingran had already walked to the small gate at the back of the temple, and suddenly turned around and asked, "What do you usually eat?"

Those spirits hesitated for a moment, checked Lingran's expression carefully, and replied cautiously, "I don't want to eat food and fireworks in the world, I only need a drop of dew to absorb the earthy atmosphere to live."

Lingran squinted her eyes, seeing that it was the willow spirit who was talking to her, so she turned her hopeful eyes to the scorpion spirit, Qiniang.

Xiao Qiniang was taken aback, and said coyly, "My family is an omnivorous eater, and occasionally I like to go to the kitchen to find some meat to eat. It's dawn, monk, are you hungry, my family will cook something for you first."

Girls should be more considerate!Although this girl is not flattering, she still has a golden, fragrant and warm heart!

Ling Ran nodded reassuringly. "But I don't know what to eat here?"

"In today's world, people are the easiest to eat!" the big-bellied monster said, seeing Lingran staring at him, he quickly added, "Although I am a praying mantis, I am not advising you to eat people. Not long after the dynasty fell, after more than ten years of fighting, there were many unjust souls lingering in the world, and their grievances soared to the sky. Those demons who didn’t practice morality would go to capture the living to eat, and after eating, they patted their buttocks and left. If you can’t hold them, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

The short old man, Pine Tree Spirit, who had been silent for a long time, interjected, "Nowadays in 290 states, ten households are empty, ghosts are rampant, and the new emperor is also suffering from headaches! It is said that emperor lists are being posted everywhere, and one must be selected from the people. A national teacher with profound morals."

"The Tang Dynasty actually had a national teacher?" Ling Ran was surprised. "Isn't Wenzhiwugong the founding of a prosperous age?"

"Monk, what you said seems to be coming from outside!" Xiao Qiniang stood up timidly, and cast a sideways glance at Lingran.

"How can we talk about a prosperous age now? The new dynasty has just established its capital for three years, and there are wars and horses everywhere. I don't know how many people starved to death! Even in Chang'an City, when the snow falls in winter, there are often families eating porridge. I couldn’t even afford it, so I begged from door to door, and ended up freezing to death by the side of the road.”

Oops, this doesn't sound like Zhenguan years, but Tianbao's last years!Ling Ran frowned, thinking angrily, why every time he went to a place, it was full of chaos, filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood.

Lingran came back to her senses and interrupted Xiao Qiniang, "You go and get some food first, the others, er, the others, you go to clean the temple first."

Half an hour later, Lingran ate the first breakfast carefully prepared for him after coming to Datang. ——It turned out to be a plate of boiled flowers.

The flowers must have been picked from the weeds outside the temple, and there were also some varieties he didn't recognize, dotted with blue, white and red.

...The color is extremely gorgeous, but he dare not eat it!Does anyone know if it's poisonous?

Xie Zijing's little Qiniang looked at him holding the plate, and seeing Lingran frowned, she flattered him and said, "Don't worry, all these flowers have spiritual energy. Although this Dong'an Temple has been dilapidated for ten years, the people in this temple The aura has not dissipated yet, it tastes much better than the food outside!"

Lingran carefully picked up an indigo-blue petal, stared at it, narrowed her eyes slightly, and curled her lips, a little sad.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the familiar hissing sound again.

Could it be Aoyagi Tairo?

Comrade Dalang is back? !Lingran looked back to the window in surprise.