There is a strong husband in the time-traveling house

Ning Jing woke up in a burst of pain. He squinted his eyes for a long time before he realized what was going on with him. At this time, he was on a grassy field halfway up a mountain. Apart from the sore muscles, his bones were not broken.

Try to sit up, look left and right, Wocao, where did they go, fell off the cliff?Looking at the looming mountain peak in the thick fog, he decided to think of a way to get out, otherwise it would be bad if he encountered poisonous snakes and beasts here. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the rescue call, but found that there was no signal, so he muttered: "No Saying that mobile signals are ubiquitous? Sure enough, it’s all a lie.”

He stood up, put his phone in his pocket, and went down the mountain with the pain all over his body. As he walked, he swore that when he got down the mountain, he would call the police, catch the person who hit him and the car, and he had to beat him up to vent his anger. .

After finally reaching the foot of the mountain, he realized that this is a barren mountain with no roads at all. He watched the sky getting darker and darker, and became anxious. If he slept on a barren mountain, he would definitely catch a cold and catch a cold that night, so he stepped up. Walking down the mountain, I don't care about the pain in my body, as long as I can go down the mountain.

He didn't know how long he had walked, he was so tired that he couldn't breathe, and while breathing, he found a temple not far away, and there was a bell, so he moved to the gate of the temple with his last breath, but he didn't see the end What kind of temple is it? I knocked on the door, and then the person leaned against the gate of the temple and passed out!

When Ning Jing regained consciousness, he realized that he was in a room with no modern furniture and antique objects around him. He thought about it carefully, as if he was at the gate of a monastery before he passed out. If nothing unexpected happened, This is the guest room of that temple!

At this time, the door opened, and a young novice walked in with a wooden water basin in his hand. Seeing that Ning Jing had woken up, he put down the water basin and walked over, clasping his hands together: "Amitabha, are you awake?"

Ning Jing nodded: "Well, where is this little master?" His body was a little sore, but he didn't have a fever, which made him very lucky.

"This is Dajue Temple. Last night, the benefactor fainted in front of the temple gate."

Ning Ping was pondering over there, "Dajue Temple?" As he often draws and makes money here in Xishan, is there such a temple?Ning Jing was puzzled, at this moment he didn't know where he was struck by lightning?

Thinking of this, he sat up, and then prepared to wash up by himself, and had to find a place to call home. It was dawn now, and he didn't go back all night, so the old man and old lady at home should be worried.

When he got out of bed, he saw the clothes lying beside the bed, which seemed to be washed and clean, so he put them on immediately, and the little novice over there came over to tidy the bedding for him, and Ning Jing hurriedly stopped him: "Little master, don't do it, I'll do it myself." As a good young man, how could he ask a child to make his own bed? He couldn't do it.

After tidying up, he washed up again, turned around and went out with the little monk, but turned around and came back, looking for his mobile phone, intending to call home first, but there was still no signal, so he sighed and put the mobile phone away. Put it in the backpack, and then followed the little novice monk to meet the master abbot. After all, he stayed here for one night, and he had to meet the leader no matter what. He was giving some fees, thanking him for taking him in.

The little novice monk saw something in his hand, but didn't ask. He is not a person who likes to inquire.

On the way to the presiding courtyard, Ning Jing realized that something was wrong. There were many pilgrims coming and going in the temple. There were only a few male pilgrims, and many of them wore neutral skirts, and there were red moles on their foreheads. They also looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, making him look at himself, afraid that there was something wrong with him.

But I don’t know if I don’t look at it, I found something wrong after I looked at it. The clothes of these people were different from myself. They were all wearing ancient gowns, but he was the only one wearing modern clothes. Suddenly he stopped the little novice in front of him: "Little master, do we have a crew here to film?"

The little novice was stunned by his question, so he glanced at him: "Amitabha, what is a crew, and what is a crew?"

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Hearing the little novice's words, Ning Jing's heart was shocked, and then he didn't say anything. It's better to find someone to host the master to talk.

The little novice took Shen Ning to stop in front of a place, and the little novice told him to wait for a while, and Ning Ning looked around here, and found that the buildings here are very magnificent, but why there is no one dressed in modern clothes, which makes his I had a bad premonition in my heart, wouldn't it be what I thought?But isn't that the plot that only appears in novels?He won't be so 'lucky'!

When he was thinking about it, he saw the little novice coming over and saluted: "The abbot, the benefactor, please."

Ning Jing let go of the restlessness in his heart, followed into the monk's dormitory, and found that there was a lot of space inside, and there were not many furnishings. On the big arhat bed facing the main entrance, a high-spirited monk sat on the bed, just like in the TV show, with a beard. , the eyebrows are already gray, it seems that he is not young, he respects the old man very much, and he also does the same for such a master.

Ning Ping went over and bowed deeply: "Hello, everyone, thank you for taking in last night. This is the incense fee." After speaking, he sent the dime in his hand to everyone. He also had other intentions in doing so, and it depends on what the old monk said.

Master Mingyuan, looking at the man in front of him, took over the two pieces of paper with patterns on them, took them over with a smile, looked at them carefully, and then returned them to Ning Jing: "Don't need to be like this, if you come, you can Anzhi!"

Ning Jing is not stupid. Hearing what the old monk said, he knows what the old monk knows. After all, the clothes he is wearing here can be said to be unique here. Liao wanted to ask: "Excuse me, Master, is it possible for me to go back to my hometown?"

Mingyuan clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, since the benefactor is here, why don't you let go of your heart, I don't think the benefactor is just waiting for nothing, this world might be the benefactor's paradise!"

Ning Jing was here listening to the old monk talking and leaving half a sentence around him, just to ask him to stay, but now his eyes are darkened, he doesn't know anything about this world at all, so he continued to ask: "Master, where is this place?"

So in the following time, Ning Ping finally knew that he was hit by a car and entered this fictional era, a world with only men, and this world is divided into two types of people, men and younger brothers, that is, men are in charge of earning money. Money supports the family, and the younger brother is responsible for raising the children, and he is fortunately a man, which makes him feel relieved.

After knowing this, Ning Jing thought that he would not be able to stay in the monastery for the rest of his life, and he would have to go out to see the outside world anyway, otherwise he would be no different from these monks, but now he has a difficult problem, which is the household registration So he asked again: "Master, I want to ask if it is easy to do household registration here?"

Mingyuan nodded, turned around and handed him an envelope and a piece of money, "Take this letter, go to Zhaojia Village at the foot of the mountain, and hand this letter directly to the village chief, and someone will automatically handle the household registration for you."

Ning Jing looked at the old monk, looked at the silver tael, felt very sorry, did not take the silver tael, but just accepted the envelope: "Thank you master, if the boy becomes famous in the future, he will definitely repay this kindness." After speaking, he spoke deeply to the old monk. bowed, then turned and left.

Seeing Peace's back, the old monk smiled and stroked his beard: "Boy, I will wait for you."

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Let’s say that after Ning Jing left Master Mingyuan’s monastery, he went back to his guest room with the waiting young novice, packed his things, and gave the remaining piece of dove to the little novice before leaving the house. Thank you for his kindness. Helped, and then went to the front hall, where respectfully kowtowed to the Buddha enshrined in the hall, and prayed in a low voice, hoping that the Buddha would protect his family in modern times, hoping to give them a dream, and convey how I lived here. Very good, don't worry about it, he will go back if he has a chance, then stand up and turn to leave.

All the pilgrims who were looking at him couldn't help but look at him. After all, in this era, there is no one dressed like Ning Jing, and he can be regarded as a 'diorama'.

Ning Jing left Dajue Temple with his few belongings, and after saying goodbye to the little novice who sent him to the gate, he turned around and left. Along the way, he saw many pilgrims coming up the mountain one after another. The incense is good, in the future he can come here to set up a painting booth and make money.

Ning Jing went to the foot of the mountain with everyone's eyes on him. After asking passers-by, he saw a small village not far from the foot of the mountain at the corner, and he went there.

After entering the village, I found that there were many old people talking under the old poplar tree at the entrance of the village, so I walked over to a very energetic old man, and then gave a salute: "Excuse me, may I ask the old man, the village chief How do I go home?"

The old man glanced at Ning Jing, then at the old people around him: "What do you want from the village chief?"

Ning Jing is not stupid, he knows that people in ancient times were very xenophobic, he just came here to seek refuge, it is okay to be asked a few more questions, so he said: "I was asked by Master Mingyuan from the Dajue Temple on the mountain. .”

As soon as those people heard that Master Mingyuan had introduced them, they immediately stood up and said, "Come with me." A few old men behind them also stood up and followed.

Ning Jing is a person who respects the elderly very much, so he hurriedly followed the old people one step away, walked forward slowly, followed by a crowd of spectators, most of them had red moles on their foreheads, Ning Jing knew that They are all brothers, but fortunately they are not very old, otherwise he would be physically and mentally traumatized by being surrounded by a group of ancient old brothers as a modern guy.

The village head lived in the middle of the village, a courtyard with three entrances. After hearing the words of the old people who brought Ning Jing over, he sat on the main seat and looked at Ning Jing carefully. Sitting on the chairs on both sides, Ning Jing felt like he was being tried, but for the sake of household registration, he had to endure it.

Several old men saw that Ning Jing was not angry at their treatment, so they all looked at each other, and then laughed, especially the village chief laughed and said: "Boy, it's not bad, tell me, you can find my old man." What's the matter?"

Ning Jing handed the letter in his hand to the village head respectfully with both hands, "Master Mingyuan asked the boy to hand it to you."

Zhao Zhenbei took the envelope, read it carefully, and handed it over to the old men around him for them to read, and then said to Ning Jing, "What's your name, kid?"

"Boy, Ning Jing, Ning Zhiyuan, this time I went to Zhao Family Village, please take care of me."

"Are you a scholar? You speak so politely." One of the old people who came over raised his eyes, then looked at him and said.

"I can read some words, but I don't have any fame." Ning Jing himself didn't want to say this, it was really a bit awkward.

"Since you're not a scholar, then don't talk like that. My old man doesn't like it. We're all rough."

"Okay, boy, take note."