No matter how reluctant Zhang Yang is in his heart, how much he hates his current identity, how much he misses the days when he had little girls to flirt with, and how much he longs to review Teacher Cang’s classic teaching content, he can only stay in this Grand Master Temple now.

Be a little monk who chants sutras.

Occasionally, I think about my family, feel sad about the spring and autumn, and replay the classic scene of Li Bai looking up at the bright moon and bowing his head to miss his hometown. Life is still going well, but Zhang Yang always feels an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the name Bianji.

I seem to have heard it somewhere, but when I think about it carefully, I can't think of anything. Zhang Yang has no choice but to attribute it to the subconsciousness of the original owner of this body.

"Senior brother, what dynasty is it now?"

The appearance and language of the people here are all familiar to Zhang Yang, which gives Zhang Yang some comfort. Fortunately, he is not traveling into a world described in fantasy novels. As far as he can see, there are magic horses, elves, orcs everywhere, and swords and fighting spirit.

, Zhang Yang really didn’t know if his young and fragile heart could bear it. He just didn’t know if it was a certain period in ancient China or the so-called fictional history.

After looking around the whole temple, Zhang Yang found that he could only look to Yunyin to answer his questions.

First of all, the first person he met when he came to this place was Yunyin. From his words and actions, it can be seen that he got along very well with this Bianji, at least he cared about this little person in his eyes.

Junior brother, you can tell this from the day he passed through it. If you ask him, you should be able to get a more detailed answer. If you smell someone else, it is one thing whether you have the patience to answer. If you think of him as some kind of mental patient

That would be very unsightly.

Secondly, and most importantly, this Yun Yin appears to be simple-minded at first glance. He is the type who doesn't like to use his brain and is easy to fool. Zhang Yang can't guarantee whether he will be noticed if he asks others such questions.

"Ah? Junior Brother Bianji, how come you don't even know this?"

Yun Yin opened his mouth wide and looked at Zhang Yang in confusion. Why is his little junior brother so weird lately? Could it be that the master said that cutting off the world of mortals and having six pure roots meant that he forgot his past life and couldn't remember anything?

Well, that must be the case. The junior brother is indeed not an ordinary person. No wonder the master took great pains to persuade the junior brother to become a monk. It seems that the master is indeed very discerning. Yunyin nodded, very confident in his guess.

"It is now the eighth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty! We are located in Chang'an City, the residence of the Emperor!"

Zhenguan eight years, Zhenguan!

These two words kept popping up in Zhang Yang's mind. It turned out to be the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, which was founded by Li Shimin and led to the development of Chinese culture and its international status to its peak!

Zhang Yang's heart agitated at this moment. The Tang Dynasty, what a charming term. As a history buff, Zhang Yang has been fascinated by the Tang Dynasty for a long time. Now he can personally feel the power and prosperity of this dynasty, and the uneasiness of coming to a different world for the first time is gone.

Faded a lot.

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a poet named Li Bai who was called by the emperor but could not get on the boat. He said that he was an immortal in wine. There were clouds and flowers and the appearance of a noble concubine. The spring breeze blew on the threshold and exposed the rich jade ring of a noble concubine. The lion roared in the east of the river, and the family plans were blocked. One by one.

Characters and scenes appeared before Zhang Yang's eyes. In this era full of intrigue, blood, power and romance, Zhang Yang was deeply confused...

"But why are the names Datang, Zhenguan, and Bianji so awkward yet so familiar when they are put together?"

Zhang Yang said doubtfully, frowning and continuing to think, when suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind:

Debate machine? Debate machine!

Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly widened. His eyes were full of disbelief and he even broke into a cold sweat on his forehead.

Bianji! Zhang Yang has admired this name for a long time, how could he not be familiar with it? He just didn’t expect that this name would be related to him.

Debate! The most famous mistress in Chinese history even went so far as to give a cuckold to the concubine of the current dynasty!

What is even more admirable is that when he had a "frank meeting" with Princess Gaoyang in the house, Fang Yiai acted as a lookout, a gatekeeper. The "great achievements" he created have been passed down through the ages, and were used by countless people who were fighting in the ranks of mistresses.

He is "respected" by people and is revered as a pioneer of free love and a warrior who breaks taboos!

Originally, Zhang Yang had a hint of admiration for Bianji. After all, in a feudal society, as a monk, he managed to get the most noble princess in the world. This was a man's brilliant achievement, which made countless otakus lust after him. He was worth everything.

People pay homage!

But now that he has traveled through time and become Bian Ji, Zhang Yang has the urge to die and cross over again. Thinking of the ending of Bian Ji in history, Zhang Yang shudders.

Cut in half!

No!

I never want to die in such humiliation!

Zhang Yang squeezed his hands, which had turned white, and his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh. His eyes were blood red, but he seemed to feel no pain, and his face was firm. A man can be wrapped in horse leather and shed blood on the battlefield, but he must never die in such a humble and embarrassing way without dignity.

!

I must change this tragic ending. Since God allows me to live a new life for Zhang Yang, then I must change my miserable fate!

Zhang Yang is determined as never before. Even if he travels to the Tang Dynasty, even if he dresses as a monk, I will not kill him at the slightest sign! I will definitely cheer for me in the Tang Dynasty. Zhang Yang’s eyes bloomed with dazzling look at this moment, faintly

There is a light that makes people afraid to look directly.

"Junior Brother Bianji, what's wrong with you?" Yun Yin on the side asked anxiously as he saw Zhang Yang's expression changing in an instant.

"Haha, Senior Brother Yunyin, I'm fine, I just figured out some things." Zhang Yang smiled, the trace of sadness between his eyebrows disappeared, and his whole person was like the clear sky after the rain, fresh and natural, with an ethereal feeling.

"Senior brother, something happened to me. I don't remember much of what happened before. Can you tell me about it, senior brother?"

Zhang Yang blinked and said to Yun Yin, who was still looking worried. His tone was very soft and tactful. Zhang Yang shuddered suddenly. As expected, pretending to be cute was not suitable for a macho man like him.

"Junior Brother Bianji, now that you have forgotten your past life, it is your opportunity to practice meditation and seek to realize the great path. Why do you need to remember the worldly disciples and increase your troubles?"

Yun Yin shook his head, telling Zhang Yang the mantra of his master Dao Yue, copying Dao Yue's words completely, and speaking in a succinct manner, which made Zhang Yang feel the urge to cut open his brain to see what was inside.

"Uh? This girl is too unscrupulous. Do you want me to say that I came here through time, so I don't know anything?"

Zhang Yang was very dissatisfied with Yun Yin's elm knot and smiled bitterly, "Brother, everyone has roots. We Buddhist seekers are like the leaves on the tree, striving to move towards the sunshine and the direction of Buddhism. The memory of the past is just like the leaves on the tree.

The roots of the tree are closely connected to us. If the roots are lost, can the leaves still survive?"

"Ah, what are the roots and leaves? Senior brother has made you confused. Junior brother, are you cold? You don't need to burn firewood to keep warm at this time?" Yunyin touched his forehead.
Chapter completed!