On the 9th year of Tianbao in the Tang Dynasty (750), the first month of spring, Tianzhu Peak of Hengshan, Nanyue, and Prajna Temple.

In the dense forest, a boy stood in front of a tree as thick as a bowl, his eyes slightly closed, and his breathing was concentrated. On his red chest, sweat slowly flowed along his strong chest muscles, and the linen shorts wrapped around his waist had been soaked with sweat and turned dark.

After a moment, the boy suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the tree in front of him. He took a deep breath. His chest bulged, and then his lower abdomen bulged, and his six-pack abs were clearly visible.

"Hey!" the boy roared in a low voice, took a step forward, and slammed his shoulders.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the tree trunk broke, and the deep ochre bark cracked, revealing the pale yellow fibers. Before the sound of the crown, the boy walked two steps to the front left, shook his shoulders and bumped violently again.

"Bang!" Another tree as thick as a bowl was broken.

The boy turned around and walked five steps to the front of his right, and bumped into a big tree again.

"Boom!" Another tree was broken in the middle.

At this time, the crown of the first tree that was broken by the boy was "scary" and slumped, and it was pressed towards him. The boy did not retreat but advanced, his hands were as fast as lightning. He caught a bird's nest falling from the air, pulled away and retreated to a safe area before the branches swept his face.

Three trees fell to the ground one after another, landing beside the boy, surrounding him in the middle.

The boy seemed to have not heard of it. He looked at the bird's nest in his hand and smiled, revealing his neat and white teeth.

In the bird's nest, three furry chicks were staring at the boy in horror. A big bird flapped its wings in panic, flying over the woods above his head, singing for a long time.

"Don't be afraid, I've broken your home, I will definitely arrange a better place for you." The young man said, holding the bird's nest with one hand and picking up a wooden pole that was more than meter long leaning on the side with the other, jumping over the tree pole lying across the ground, and running towards the direction of Prajna Temple.

There is an ancient ginkgo tree that has grown for many years in the northwest corner of Prajna Temple. Its branches and leaves are lush and paved like a cover. The boy held the bird's nest, used his hands and feet together, and was as fast as a monkey. He climbed to the top of the canopy, found a suitable branch, put down the bird's nest, and carefully stabilized it. Then he reached out and plucked the chicks, hugged his head with both hands, and was interested in the big bird that was hovering and crying in the dark sky.

"Brother Zaixing, have you caught a bird again?" A 27 or 28-year-old Confucian scholar stood under the tree, raised his head, and looked at the boy with helpless expression on his face.

The boy lowered his head, looked at the Confucian scholar through the dense leaves, and laughed loudly: "Li Sanlang, come to see my master again?"

"Yes, do you know where the master is?"

The boy looked into the distance for a while and smiled and said, "You don't have to wait anymore. This old man Buxiu doesn't know where he is going."

The Confucian scholar sighed helplessly and turned away. When the young man saw it, he quickly shouted, "Wait." As he said, he jumped down on the branches and landed in front of the Confucian scholar. When the Confucian scholar saw it, he was not surprised, but just smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Zaixing, be careful."

"It's okay." The boy raised his toes, hooked up the wooden pole on the ground and carried it on his shoulder, put it on the shoulder of Confucian scholar with one hand, and patted him: "Li Sanlang, do you really want to see my master?"

The Confucian scholar was hugged by him, looking at his sweaty body, smelling the hot body odor, and was a little uncomfortable. He was about to get out of the way, but when he heard this, he nodded seriously: "Of course, I came here sincerely to ask the master for help."

"Okay, you go back and wait first. Then come here when you hear my master's singing, and you will definitely see him."

"Really?" The Confucian scholar was surprised and happy.

The boy put away his smile and said seriously: "In this mountain, except for the master, I am the only friend of you. How could he lie to you?"

"That's great." The Confucian scholar was overjoyed, bowed his hand and hurried away.

Seeing the Confucian scholar disappearing in the corner of the wall, the boy stood still, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and couldn't help laughing. He looked around and walked east along the temple wall. After walking about a hundred steps, he saw a square stone well. The boy put down the wooden pole, hung his clothes on it, lifted the well bucket next to him, dripped a bucket of water, and dripped it from his head.

The cool well water flowed down his body, fluttering away the sweat from his body and the leaves falling on his shoulders.

The boy put down the well bucket, sat on the stone steps beside him, and breathed a long sigh: "Eight years have passed, I have finally completed my work and can come out to collect debts."

The young man's name is Li Zaixing. He is an orphan adopted by a monk who sweeper in the temple. He grew up in the temple since I remember it. Except for the monk sweeper, few people will notice him. Of course, no one knows that after the accidental fall from the cliff eight years ago, he is no longer the ignorant silent boy. Even if someone notices that his body is getting stronger day by day, he will only make fun of him that the monk sweeper has found a successor for himself, and he will never know that there is a heart that is ready to move in his body.

Li Zaixing raised his head and looked at the dark sky, and his thoughts returned to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, a thousand years later.

At that time, he was a border guard who carried out patrol missions. Every day, he was a border guard riding horses with his comrades and patrolling the empty plateau and guarding the frontier of the motherland, and practicing riding and martial arts hard. When tracking an enemy intelligence officer who was smuggling into the country, facing the enemy's fierce firepower, he had practiced a large gun for more than ten years and killed two enemies, but he was not as fast as the enemy's bullets.

When he roared and stabbed the gun into the chest of the last enemy and fell off the horse's back, he thought he must have sacrificed heroically. Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he became a 10-year-old novice monk in the Prajna Temple.

A little novice monk who no one will notice.

There are no parents or friends, only a master who only knows how to sweep the floor every day and pick up other people's food to wrap his stomach. He is known as the lazy monk.

Slowly, through other people's words, he knew that he had arrived at the Tang Dynasty a thousand years ago, and he couldn't help but be surprised and happy. He protected his life on the deserted plateau in his previous life. In this life, he did not want to spend his whole life in the temples in the deep mountains. He wanted to go out and see the prosperous Tang Dynasty that later generations admired, and see the prosperous world that had no chance to see in the previous life.

The reason why he did not leave Prajna Temple immediately was because he had to practice his whole body of kung fu first. In his previous life, in addition to being proficient in modern guns, he was also good at Bajiquan and big guns. The reason why he was able to join the army was because of his family's martial arts. In the 21st century, martial arts did not have much effect except for training people's body and will, but it was different in the Tang Dynasty. Firearms had not officially appeared, and his whole body of kung fu was very useful.

Therefore, he suppressed his mood and practiced hard in Prajna Temple for eight years. Finally, he completed his skills tonight, and practiced the most powerful close-fitting body in Bajiquan. He broke three big trees as thick as a bowl in one breath, even surpassing the realm of his previous life.

The day of success is the time to go down the mountain.

In eight years, although most of his mind was practicing, he knew something, such as the time he fell off the cliff was not an accident, such as the voice that had been hidden deep in his memory was a Chang'an accent, and the name that was familiar to later generations.

Knowing that someone wanted his own life, Li Zaixing was not afraid, but was a little excited. He was never a person who was afraid of trouble. In his previous life, I sent him to the military camp because he caused too much trouble. Of course, there was another thing that I was dissatisfied with him: because he admired the Song Dynasty general Yang Zaixing, he changed his name despite his strong opposition, and gave up his own marksmanship and changed to Yang's guns. For this reason, I almost had to duel with him. Now in the Tang Dynasty, there are still people who want his life, which is really interesting.

He couldn't wait to know the story behind this, and to know who he was and how he would be killed.

"Boy, you can't run farther and practice martial arts. You have to ask the master to wipe your butt!" A tall and burly middle-aged monk walked out of the woods with three trees, and complained angrily as he walked: "I will ignore you next time I do this."

Li Zaixing could see at a glance that the three trees were broken by him not long ago.

Of course, this middle-aged monk is the master who is called a lazy monk. In the eyes of the Confucian scholar named Li Mi, he is a hidden monk. In the eyes of Li Zaixing, he is a hidden monk... I don't want to practice. I won't talk about killing animals and eating meat, but I have killed several people.

"I don't have to worry about it." Li Zaixing laughed.

"What are you doing?" The lazy monk raised his thick eyebrows: "I want to rebel?"

"I'm going to go down the mountain tomorrow." Li Zaixing looked at the master with a smile: "Old Buxiu, do you have something to say to me?"

The lazy monk was stunned, loosened his hand, threw three trees on the ground, and sighed: "I knew that you were practicing so hard that you wanted to go down the mountain. What's the best at the foot of the mountain? There is food and drink in the temple, and you have no worries about food and clothing. After going down the mountain, you don't know anything and don't even know the road..."

Li Zaixing interrupted him: "So you have to find a guide for me."

"Guide?" The lazy monk was stunned for a moment, and then he felt acquainted: "That Li Mi?"

Li Zaixing smiled, he nodded, looking at the lazy monk meaningfully. Although he was not very familiar with the history of the Tang Dynasty, he was not unfamiliar with Li Mi. Li Mi and Li Jing were known as the two pearls of the Tang Dynasty, one in front and the other in the back, and were famous throughout the ages. Li Jing was well-known for his military use and his great military achievements, illuminating the early Tang Dynasty; Li Mi became famous at a young age, and had experienced four dynasties, ups and downs, almost saving the Tang Dynasty with his own strength, and moved forward and retreated freely between the court and the mountains and forests. In folk legends, he was almost a semi-immortal figure like Zhuge Liang.

Li Zaixing knew that Li Mi had these folk legends, but what really fascinated him was because of the great deal of Li Mi's differentiation of the Tang Dynasty's rival, Tubo, later called Tibet. He had been stationed in Tibet for many years, was familiar with this history, and had also learned some knowledge of Li Mi. With such a genius in front of him, he did not intend to make friends with him, and he was really ashamed of the time travelers.

The lazy monk shrugged, turned around and picked up an axe, spitted in his palm, rubbed his hands, and raised his axe and fell. The tree lever as thick as a bowl broke as a sound, as fragile as a toothpick. The lazy monk used his axe as if flying, and in less than a meal, he split the three tree levers into firewood of uniform size. He threw the axe to Li Zaixing, and then said: "Do you think your fists and feet are very clever? I tell you, you are still far from it."

Li Zaixing looked at the lazy monk who was not breathing for a moment, weighed the axe in his hand and smiled: "Zen monk, what are you going to show off when practicing Tantric Kung Fu secretly?"
Chapter completed!