After a busy day, Tang Chan walked into the bathroom lazy, and her clothes fell behind her one by one.

Lying slowly into the bathtub, warm hot water overflowed my body.

Immersed in relaxation, sleepiness came, and Tang Chan slowly closed her eyes.

...

The water gradually passed over her head.

"Um..." A sip of water woke Tang Chan up.

She sat up straight and her eyes were hurt by the water spike. Tang Chan subconsciously reached out to touch the bathtub, but the texture of the wood was bought.

I gently stroked it, as if I could still feel the pattern on it.

Tang Chan was stunned for a moment, "Is his bathtub made of wood?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around.

"Oh my God! This!!" Tang Chan stretched out her fair little hand to cover her mouth with an incredible look on her face.

This is not the luxurious bathroom before. What catches your eye is a huge antique screen, and you are soaking in a wooden barrel full of petals.

The screen was hung with special clothes that did not belong to his era, and Tang Chan was confused.

"Have you traveled through time?"

Immediately afterwards, a strange memory emerged from the bottom of my heart and poured into my brain like a tide.

"This... it turned out to be the Tang Dynasty!" Tang Chan felt speechless. Perhaps it was fate that the owner of this body also happened to be Tang Chan.

The depression was only temporary, and the carefree Tang Chan quickly adapted to it.

"Hahaha, I actually traveled through time. I really don't know which prince I want to have a passionate love with." Perhaps because I watched too much time travel drama, Tang Chan actually had some expectations for the next plot at this moment.

"Ding, the system and the host are bound successfully, and the stunning Tang Monk's road has been successfully opened."

The sudden electronic sound in his mind shocked Tang Chan to amazement.

"System? Why do we need a system? The stunning Tang Monk? What is the situation of the god-horse?"

The next moment, a panel appeared in Tang Chan's mind:

Host: Tang Chan

Level: Level 1 (o/15)

Realm: None

Experience point:o

Journey to the West Coin:o

Skill: None

Props: None

"System, can you tell me..." Before Tang Chan finished asking, she was interrupted by a crisp girl's voice.

"Xiao Chan, have you not finished washing yet? If we don't come out, we will have no seat."

"Okay, OK, come out right away."

system:"…"

In Tang Chan's memory, outside the door was Tang Ning, a friend of his many years. The two made an appointment to go to see the lecture held by the monk from Jinshan Temple today.

With the memory of this life, Tang Chan always feels something is wrong.

"Did Jinshan Temple?...I think I've seen it in some book."

When her afterglow glanced at the clothes on the screen, Tang Chan looked at her in an instant. Beautiful clothes were almost all girls' favorites, not to mention such things that can only be seen in TV series.

......

"This..." Tang Chan was stunned when she saw herself in the mirror.

Her skin is fair and smooth as jade. Under her perky nose, her small red lips are red without a touch, and her blue clothes cannot cover her arrogant figure.

"Xiao Chan! Are you not doing well yet? If not, I'm going to come in!!" Tang Ning's impatient urging came from outside the house.

"Here you come." As soon as the door was opened, a petite figure rushed in, hugged Tang Chan, and said angrily, "Xiao Chan, next time you are so arrogant, I won't wait for you!"

Tang Chan couldn't help but feel speechless when she looked at the cute and cute girl in her arms.

......

In the 13th year of Zhenguan, Kyoto, Chang'an.

"Xiao Chan, look there!" Tang Ning pointed to the front with joy and exclaimed.

I saw many people sitting piously on the ground, a monk wearing a red cassock sat cross-legged on the high platform in the center, talking about Buddhist scriptures that people didn't understand.

Tang Ning next to him sat on the ground at some time, and soon he was immersed in it.

"Ding, now the main mission is launched, and the host needs to prevent Chen Xuanzang from meeting Guanyin, and the host becomes the scholar on Journey to the West, and rewards twenty experience points."

The metal-synthesised electronic sound appeared in my mind again.

Tang Chan: “…”

This is actually the world of Journey to the West! What about the promised tragic love? Let me be a girl like Tang Monk?

"If I remember correctly, the current emperor should be Li Shimin, right?"

Suddenly, Tang Chan covered her mouth and smiled obscenely, asking the so-called system in her mind, "What will happen if the main task is not completed?"

System: "The host permissions are insufficient!"

Tang Chan: “…”

"Okay, actually it's quite fun to get the scriptures, hehe." Tang Chan comforted herself.

"If it's the same as the plot of Journey to the West, then the Bodhisattva should turn into a barefoot and bald beggar monk to come to find Tang Monk."

Tang Chan's eyes flashed with a flash of light and she quietly retreated from the crowd of people listening to the scriptures.

In less than an hour, Tang Chan found a target on the street.

A monk in rags was vigorously promoting his sacred robe with a gorgeous and bright cassock.

"Come and take a look, there are five thousand taels of robes and two thousand taels of tin staff."

Before Tang Chan could approach the monk, she saw a group of people approaching her target.

"I've suffered it! The person riding a horse in Journey to the West should be the prime minister of the current dynasty. It seems that he introduced the Bodhisattva to the emperor."

Tang Chan hurried to the beggar monk, clasped his hands together and said, "Why is this master's robe so expensive?"

The monk smiled kindly and said, "This female donor, my cassock is good and bad. There are money and money-free things."

The beggar monk didn't know that when he said this, Tang Chan had already confirmed his identity.

Guanyin Bodhisattva!

Tang Chan did not continue asking because she knew what the "Bodhisattva" would answer. She folded her hands in the cassock in the beggar monk's hand and bowed.

The beggar monk did not expect that the glamorous mortal woman in front of him would have such Buddhist fate and enlightenment.

"Is Jin Chanzi reincarnated into a woman in this life?"

Although I was already full of doubts, the beggar monk still asked calmly: "Can the donor believe in Buddhism?"

Tang Chan was overjoyed when she heard this, but pretended to be calm and said, "Don't believe it!"

The beggar monk frowned slightly, obviously this answer was not the one he wanted.

"Oh? Why did the donor worship my robes and tin staff?"

"I don't know."

"Then are you teasing me? I worship Buddha but don't believe in Buddhism!" The beggar monk suddenly said angrily, and the prime minister riding a horse stopped to watch because of this roar.

"Master, don't be angry, I said there is a reason why I don't believe in Buddhism."

Looking at Tang Chan's serious appearance, the beggar monk seemed to be in a much calmer mood and asked casually, "What's the reason?"

"Because I think Buddha is too shallow!"

Tang Chan seemed not to have seen the beggar monk's gradually flushed face, and continued to say to herself: "I think the Buddhist teachings that the little woman has seen on weekdays and the monks who are setting up an altar to preach the Dharma are only considered Hinayana Buddhism and are not worth mentioning at all!"

The prime minister who was beside him heard someone slandering Chen Xuanzang, and he was instantly thunderous and said angrily: "It's so nonsense! It's just nonsense. Come and arrest me this woman who is witchy and confusing the crowd!"

"Yes!" A group of soldiers in the team surrounded Tang Chan.

Tang Chan curled a sneer at the corner of her mouth and said to herself, "Don't be rude? You are the ones who are rude!"

Her confidence comes from the fleeting light in the eyes of the beggar monk when she mentioned Hinayana Buddhism.

"etc."

The monk stretched out his hand and everyone stopped.

"Female donor, what is the meaning of Hinayana Buddhism you just mentioned? But who told me?"
To be continued...