Looking at the joyful frontier men, wearing dead clothes, Zhang Bairen's words were blown away by the sobbing cold wind, and his whole body disappeared into the cold north wind.

The silver-armored young general on the battlefield narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the mountain where Zhang Bairen left, and said to his deputy beside him: "What is there?"

"There is a village in that place, with more than 30 families living," the deputy said respectfully.

The place where Zhang Bairen is located should be the three northeastern provinces, adjacent to the grasslands. In other words, with the prosperity of the Celestial Empire, some of the people in Guanzhong were moved to the border to expand the territory of the Sui Dynasty.

Zhang Bairen is not a fool, he can see clearly the flags of the Sui Dynasty.

"Mom, I'm back." Zhang Bairen stomped his feet and walked into his small yard.

It is indeed a small yard, and the dilapidated house just can block the north wind. This is a dirt house. Zhang Bairen was holding two cages woven by bamboo strips in his hand. Two pheasants inside looked at Zhang Bairen uneasyly, just like Zhang Bairen was ignorant about his own destiny.

"Bairen, didn't you tell you not to go out? Why did you run out again? The Turks invade the border? If you are captured by the Turks, what should you do? How can you survive?" The woman was in her thirties. Although she was wearing shabby clothes, she was clean and clean, with smooth skin. She didn't look like a woman from a mountain village at all, with a beautiful and beautiful face.

"You guys understand, look, we are blessed." Zhang Bairen proudly lifted the cage in his hand, and the pheasant inside was rumbling and kept screaming, quite uneasy.

"You are smart," the woman took the chicken cage: "Go and warm up quickly, my mother will send the pheasant to your Uncle Zhang's house and kill it."

Seeing his mother walking away, Zhang Bairen took off his fox-skinned hat and slammed into the earthen kang with a slight sound. His nose turned red: "Mom, go slowly, I don't have any medicinal materials. I will sell them to the border army tomorrow, and exchange them for some money."

Zhang Bairen looked at the worn quilt, surrounded his thin body, picked up a book on the earthen kang, and read it with relish.

Modern people can read traditional Chinese characters in a very good way, but if you ask ancient people to read simplified Chinese characters, it would be a heavenly book.

"My mother looks like a lady from a family, knowing the words and writing, but she doesn't know how to come to this bitter and cold place in the border area and suffers this pain." Zhang Bairen tightened her clothes. From birth to now, Zhang Bairen has been recuperating the meridians in her body, constantly thinking. Although she is still young and cannot do the trick of refining essence and qi, she checks for deficiencies and replenishes and constantly visualizes her meridians, but she has become perfect. For every meridian and every acupoint on her body, she seems to be observing the texture between the palms.

"I am four years old. Although I am still a little young, I can't delay it anymore. If I continue to delay it, I don't know if I can survive in this turbulent era." Time flowed slowly as Zhang Bairen read the book. Seeing that the sky was getting darker, the door suddenly opened, and a north wind blew, blowing through the entire house.

"Mom stews you chicken soup tonight."

Zhang Bairen put down the books in his hand and slowly lit the oil lamp: "I'll have a good time this time."

Looking at the candlelight, Zhang Bairen's eyes seemed to travel through time and space, back to the time when he first stepped on the door.

"Dare you ask the ancestors? What are dragons and tigers?"

"What is the ancestor? His life? His roots? Dragon and Tiger? Swords? Golden God? Huang Po? What are dragons and snakes? Distracted? The host and the host are awakened?"

"I dare to ask the ancestor, what are the Supreme, the Three Treasures, the Nine Stars and Five Braves?"

Scenes flashed in front of Zhang Bairen's eyes, and in a flash, it seemed to be in person: "I dare to ask the ancestor, what is becoming a monk?"

The ancestor replied: "A man can return to all heaven and earth. Those who have merits and practice the virtues of cultivation will become monks."

"What is the point of adding fire?"

"Bairen, Bairen, what are you thinking? Have a meal soon."

"I know, mother" Zhang Bairen jumped off the earthen kang and put it on the kang table. Zhang's mother served chicken soup, and the mother and son were having fun.

"Although I am not in the Taoist temple and do not abide by the rules and regulations, I am also a monk! Just like me, how can I go home again?" Zhang Bairen ate the chicken with a smile on his face: "Mom, I will give you these chicken legs. You are weak in body, so I will replenish your body."

"If you don't eat it, you're still a grown-up age. You can eat it yourself." Zhang's mother put the chicken legs into Zhang Bairen's bowl.

Zhang Bairen was silent and didn't speak.

Zhang Bairen only ate chicken, and the rest of the food was not tasty. It was not that Zhang Bairen didn't want to eat it, but that he really couldn't eat it. He was used to eating the 21st century fine rice and white noodles. He looked at the black pasta in front of him and didn't know what it was made of. It was so hard that it could pull his throat open. Zhang Bairen couldn't eat it. After four years in this world, Zhang Bairen was not used to this black cake.

He slowly picked up the pancake, Zhang Bairen slowly broke it into pieces, soaked the chicken soup, and then put it into his mouth.

"Are Turkic people invading the border today?" Zhang's mother spoke.

"How did mom know?" Zhang Bairen was stunned.

Zhang's mother said: "Listen to what your uncle said."

After saying that, Zhang's mother hurriedly reminded: "Now the Turks are starting to go south again. Don't go out to play wildly, so as not to be captured by the Turks."

Zhang Bairen nodded: "Mom, our small place is very hidden, and the Turks can't find it at all. What's there to worry about?"

"You kid, dare you talk back?" Zhang's mother glared at Zhang Bairen.

Zhang Bairen had no choice but to: "Okay, okay, the child will never run around, don't worry, mom."

Zhang Bairen had no choice but to raise his hands to promise.

Looking at Zhang’s mother’s expression, Zhang Bairen smiled helplessly, and then drank the chicken soup in one sip: “Mom, I’m finished drinking it, I’ll go to bed first.”

"Sleep! Go to bed!"

The night was filled with thoughts, and Zhang Bairen could not tell the difference between past and present. Although the 21st century where material desires were rampant, the magical path was rampant, but it was rich and frugal, making people rather fall into that world where material desires were rampant.

"Since I have come to this world, I will prosper my orthodox Taoist sect. I am idle anyway. Maybe in this era of heroes, I will ask who is the hero in the world. I will ask who is the opponent in the world? The things about subduing dragons and tigers, and I will laugh at the princess in blue. If I don't help, I will be a rich man. Otherwise, the rice and steamed buns will be enough for people to suffer." Zhang Bairen tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and began to meditate and visualize. Everything in his previous life flashed in front of his eyes.

In the 21st century, although material desires are rampant, it is undeniable that the 21st century is the true world of great prosperity and great struggle in Taoism. Zhang Bairen felt funny when he said that the 21st life was the Dharma-Ending World.

In the 21st century, after the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China, the various Taoist traditions were lost and cut off, but various secrets emerged one after another. It is undeniable that many of the circulating online are big names, but there are also real magical secrets of immortals, and secrets that are not passed on by each family.

In the 21st century, the Taoist dynasty was cut off, not because famous teachers refused to give me magic tricks, but because they could not find disciples who could inherit the Taoist dynasty. Under the influence of the Red Revolution and the tide of science and technology, young people would believe in the way of cultivation. They were busy all day long to support their families, and who still had the heart to study the illusory world of ghosts and gods?

As a result, the seniors in the world of cultivation were heartbroken and had no choice. Some of them spread their secrets online, hoping that those who are destined to practice and inherit their own traditions. However, when they came to good fortune, some monsters and monsters came from some unknown places, circulating some fakes online all day long, making it difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the online secrets, which makes it so exciting that they are so angry.

In the 21st century, it is not that magic tricks are difficult to find, but that it is difficult to meet a good disciple.

The howling north wind blew, and Zhang Bairen's eyes flashed with a compassionate ancestor. Now he is a guest in this foreign land alone. A feeling of loneliness and loneliness surged in an instant, like a tide.

At this moment, his arms stretched out and tucked the quilt for Zhang Bairen, and the night continued to return to darkness.

"Cultivation!" Zhang Bairen's mind moved. Practice was not that simple. The real practice had long been mysterious by novelists. The mystery of practice was indeed understandable by extraordinary people. Even if he had outstanding abilities, he was not as exaggerated as novelists who would destroy the world.

There are all kinds of mysterious and supernatural powers to practice, but they are not worthy of being the way outsiders.

In a daze, Zhang Bairen's mind was killed and turned into a statue.

"The three points are like the stars, and the moon is floating and rising."
Chapter completed!