I'm not really the protagonist? [Transmigration Book]

Su Jiabao doesn't sleep well at night, it's extremely bad. This problem has been brought here from his previous life. He lay on the bed well the night before, and he could switch his head and tail or lie on the bed the next morning, with big limbs. Open, or sandwich the quilt, fortunately Xiahou Lingyuan's bed is big enough!

Xiahou Lingyuan looked helplessly at the person who spent an hour and finally turned into a sleeping position holding his legs tightly with both hands. No matter how many times he pulled him back, the sleeping Susu seemed to be particularly interested in his feet.

Xiahou Lingyuan straightened the man again, and then held his hands in his arms. After a while, a leg was pressed on his body. Xiahou Lingyuan raised his hand to take the leg away, but after a while the The legs pressed up again.

Xiahou Lingyuan doesn't like to get too close to people. Although Susu is special, he really can't get used to this octopus-like posture for a while. He pressed the hands of the person in his arms together again, feet Putting it down, the person in his arms frowned and muttered something, with an unhappy expression on his face, then put his feet up again, and struggled slightly with his hands.

Xiahou Lingyuan sighed, and simply let go of Su Jiabao's hand.

After several tosses, Xiahou Lingyuan's drowsiness also subsided a lot. He picked up the stone that Su Jiabao had pressed under his pillow, put it in his palm, and watched quietly.

The ink stone of Hanshui Temple turned out to be so plain.

Hanshui Temple is famous all over the world, and there are temples everywhere. There is also a Hanshui Temple in the capitals of the four countries, which is called Dahanshui Temple.

Eighty years ago, the only 80 Hanshui Temples in the world saved the Baijin Kingdom, which had been retreating steadily under the attack of the Eastern Kingdom. Since then, Hanshui Temple has become a representative temple of Buddhism. Many Hanshui temples have been built here and there, many of which are funded by the common people. In fact, the real Hanshui temples are still only the fifty ones before.

The real Hanshui Temple is far away from the Four Kingdoms, which is why Chu Yunmo was able to enter the Dahanshui Temple with peace of mind after the incident of ascending Yuntai. Hanshui Temple does not belong to any country, but many monks in the temple obey the orders of those who hold ink stones , the royal families of various countries have only heard the name of Moshi, but have never seen its real appearance.

But Xiahou Lingyuan was almost certain in his heart that the piece in his hand should be the ink stone, because the person who gave Susu the stone could see through Susu's identity at a glance.

However, Xiahou Lingyuan was a little puzzled.

Every generation of Hanshui Temple has a holy monk, and everyone in the world knows that the current Master Wule is a holy monk respected by the world, but the master who gave this stone is called "Incompetent", and Susu said , this master is also a sweeping monk.

Seeing that the person in his arms was sleeping deeply, Xiahou Lingyuan gently moved away the hands and feet that were holding him, covered Su Jiabao with a thin quilt, got dressed and went to Dahanshui Temple alone.

It was already late at night, Xiahou Lingyuan jumped over the high wall and landed lightly. The backyard of Dahanshui Temple was pitch black, except for the faint candlelight in a meditation room on the far right of the courtyard.

Xiahou Lingyuan went straight to the meditation room, and when he approached the door, the benevolent teacher opened the door from the inside, and invited Xiahou Lingyuan to enter with a smile, as if the two had already agreed.

Xiahou Lingyuan saluted respectfully, sat opposite the master, and went straight to the point.

"This stone was given to that young master by the master?" Xiahou Lingyuan took out the black stone from his bosom.

The master nodded.

Xiahou Lingyuan asked Su Jiabao how to return to his original world, how to separate Su Jiabao from the original soul of that body, and other questions he couldn't understand.

The incompetent master shook his head all the time, and at the end he only said that the destiny cannot be violated, and the matter of the son beyond the sky has its own destiny.

But for the ink stone, the master still gave an answer. The ink stone can only be used once, and Mr. Su can use it to command the monks of Hanshui Temple, but if something happens later, then Hanshui Temple will be powerless.

Xiahou Lingyuan went there and got nothing, but the implication of the last sentence of Master Incompetent hinted at what would happen to Susu in the future, which made his heart a little bit aroused.

Su Jiabao had a good night's dream. When he woke up in the morning, he was the only one left on the bed. There was a faint smell of porridge from the outer room. He rubbed his eyes and looked for the scent. watch.

"Are you awake?" Xiahou Lingyuan put down his book, stepped forward to help Su Jiabao put on his clothes, and looked confused when seeing people, so he didn't ask the question of whether he slept well.

After asking the servants to help them wash up, the two of them sat together for breakfast. Today they are going to Wanbao Pavilion. They said they would go to see the little bicycle together, because the matter between Chu Yunmo and the spy dragged on until today.

Wanbao Pavilion is overcrowded, but there are the first batch of specially trained shopping guides, so although there are many people in the building, it is extraordinarily orderly. All the reception staff are smiling, speaking neither fast nor slow, and patient. Explain in detail to customers who do not understand.

This was Xiahou Lingyuan's first visit to Wanbao Pavilion, and the never-before-seen way of attracting customers really made him feel refreshed.

The two walked up the stairs to the second floor. The manager had already sorted out a series of accessories for the small bicycle. The bicycle chain mentioned earlier was also tied by the best master in the capital.

Xiahou Lingyuan sat on the stool, drinking tea and eating snacks, just quietly watching Su Jiabao work back and forth in the square inch in front of him for more than half an hour.

Xiahou Linyuan stepped forward to pull the man over, took the wet towel from the hand of the servant beside him, wiped the putty and sweat off his face, and signaled the servant to move away the fan that was blowing on him.

"Don't worry," Xiahou Lingyuan handed over a piece of pastry, "I can't pretend today, come back tomorrow."

Su Jiabao washed his hands in the sink, ate the pastry directly with Xiahou Lingyuan's hand, chewed it twice and asked, "Brother Tomorrow still has time"

"There is still time to accompany you to Wanbao Pavilion." After speaking, he added: "So don't worry, just pretend slowly."

Su Jiabao nodded, then looked at the half-assembled small bicycle and frowned, muttering, "It's obviously quite simple, but why is it so difficult to assemble? It's always out of balance."

Su Jiabao has already disassembled and reassembled it, reassembled and disassembled it twice, but something is always wrong, the car body is always a little crooked.He asked someone to take the blueprints, modified and painted them again, and then handed over the new blueprints to the supervisor, asking him to find someone to rebuild the two brackets of the car body tomorrow.

After the explanation, he had almost rested, so he dragged Xiahou Lingyuan to the market. Recently, there were too many things, and there were colleges and shops, so he didn't have time to take a good look. Today happened to be opportunity.

The two wandered from the busiest Yong'an Road to the less lively Beiqing Road. Su Jiabao tugged on Xiahou Lingyuan's sleeve with a bitter expression on his face. His legs were really sore.

Xiahou Lingyuan took him to the nearest teahouse to rest, went up to the second floor, and when passing by a private room, a familiar figure came into view.

"Second brother," Xiahou Lingyuan stood in front of the half-closed door of the private room, and greeted, "I didn't expect you to be here."

Xian Wang, who was sitting by the window watching, turned his head and greeted with a smile: "So it's the seventh brother, long time no see, come in together?"

Xiahou Lingyuan hesitated for a while before nodding, and helped Su Jiabao, whose legs were sore, to enter the door.

Su Jiabao was sitting opposite, with his hands on the table and his chin, staring at Xiahou Xiuyi curiously. Xiahou Xiuyi was wearing a white brocade robe embroidered with several green bamboos, covered with a light blue gauze Clothes, a jade-like face, handsome and clear, and a voice as gentle as a spring breeze. In the sultry early summer, the listener feels at ease.

Xiahou Xiuyi and Xiahou Lingyuan were gossiping, but Su Jiabao's eyes fixed on Xiahou Xiuyi for a moment, which caught their attention.

Just as Xiahou Xiuyi was about to ask, Xiahou Lingyuan filled Su Jiabao's empty cup with a cup of tea ahead of him, and successfully made Su Jiabao's eyes shift to him.

Su Jiabao took a sip of tea and smiled at Xiahou Lingyuan, Xiahou Xiuyi then asked, "Young master, what do you want to say to me?"

Su Jiabao shook his head, "No, I just think you are very different, different from anyone I've ever met."

This person's temperament is particularly comfortable for him. Although Chu Yunmo looks similar to him on the surface, Chu Yunmo gives him an uncomfortable feeling. He always feels that Chu Yunmo is pretending, but the person in front of him is different. This is from the inside. It exudes naturally outside, this should be called temperament.

Su Jiabao feels the same as Xiahou Lingyuan. Xiahou Xiuyi is not a scheming person in terms of temperament, conversation or daily behavior, so even though many things in the past were secretly found to be related to him, Xiahou Lingyuan still doesn't believe it, or Said that even if he believed it, he felt that he should have other reasons, not fighting for power.

This is not to act according to one's heart, but based on the observation and understanding of the past ten years. No matter how scheming a person is, just like staying out of officialdom and ignoring court affairs for ten years, Xiahou Lingyuan does not believe that he can do it quietly. move under his nose.

Su Jiabao expressed his perfect intention, and ate some cakes. He couldn't get in the words of the two people next to him, and he was a little bored. Suddenly, there was a shop on the opposite side of the street under his sight, and many people gathered. Sitting upstairs, he could still hear the crying in the crowd. Howls and curses.

Su Jiabao opened his big round eyes, happy, watching with excitement.

He turned his head to look at Xiahou Lingyuan, and then pointed excitedly at the bustling shop outside the window, "Brother, I'm going to play!"

Xiahou Lingyuan saw that the place was within his line of sight, and he happened to have something to talk to Xiahou Xiuyi alone, so he nodded, "Let Zhao Fei follow you."

Su Jiabao was already familiar with the four guards beside his brother, and agreed, then nodded to Xiahou Xiuyi, and rushed downstairs excitedly.

The two people upstairs watched Su Jiabao bent over, squeezed left and right, and squeezed into the crowd after a while, Xiahou Xiuyi smiled and said: "This young master Su is really cute."

Xiahou Lingyuan was noncommittal, and after taking a sip of tea, he straightened his face and said, "Second brother, I have something to ask you."

Xiahou Xiuyi still had that indifferent look, motioning for him to ask.

Xiahou Lingyuan: "You have never communicated with other brothers much. According to the situation, it is reasonable to say that no one should have entanglements or hatred with you, but why did someone frame you?"

Xiahou Xiuyi looked at the commotion downstairs: "Frauded? Where do you start?" Although it was a question, there was no trace of curiosity or doubt in his tone.

The author has something to say: Gift: (Related about Hanshui Temple, it is too long-winded to put in the text, so I removed it and put it here, the number of words is not included in the fee!)

Hanshui Temple is famous because there will always be a holy monk in Hanshui Temple in the past. Although I don't know whether it is true or not, there are indeed many people who believe it, just because the lifespan of the holy monk is extremely long.

There are many monks in Hanshui Temple all over the world, and they all have martial arts skills. These monks have only been out of the temple once, that is, a hundred years ago, when the Donglin Kingdom wanted to destroy the Baijin Kingdom, the power of the Donglin Kingdom was tyrannical, and the Baijin Festival was held. When the rest of the country thought that the Baijin would disappear from the territory, Hanshui Temple dispatched thousands of monks to help the Baijin defend the capital and the last piece of land overnight.

The reason why Hanshui Temple took action was because a leader of Donglin Kingdom lost his beloved son on the battlefield, so he ordered the massacre of a city. Chu threatened that if the troops do not retreat in the east, I am afraid that disasters will come soon.

At that time, there were only less than [-] temples in Hanshui Temple in the world, and Donglin Kingdom naturally did not retreat, but the thousands of monks were so powerful that one was worth a hundred. Besieged, waiting for the people inside to surrender.

However, during the month when Donglin trapped the capital of the Baijin Kingdom, floods and epidemics occurred frequently in Donglin. The emperor was horrified and ordered to withdraw his troops immediately. Sure enough, after the withdrawal, those disasters also disappeared overnight. , The flood stopped, the epidemic disappeared, it was miraculous, and it shocked the world.