MTL - I Was an Abbot in Ancient Times-Chapter 1

As soon as Lin Zhao crossed over, he found that his whole body was uncomfortable, and his back was in burning pain.

[The first emperor passed away, and the crown prince ascended the throne. The court is treacherous and treacherous, and the power of the traitor and one party is lingering.

Your father was part of the prince's party and was framed by a traitor. The family was imprisoned and died of illness one after another.

The prince has just ascended the throne and is weak, so he has no time to protect Zhongliang.

Only secretly rescue the only blood of loyal ministers to help you escape from prison. 】

A cold electronic voice sounded in Lin Zhao's mind, explaining to Lin Zhao his current situation and the antecedents leading to his current situation.

Because of the fast and bumpy carriage, he ran away for days, and the original body didn't have a good rest on the road. The wound was inflamed and caused a high fever for days, and he died.

Lin Zhao had a car accident in his previous life, and a system fell from the sky, hitting the soul floating out of his body, and bound him.

The system is the latest temple management app developed by M17 Galaxy, which aims to reproduce the civilized buildings that appeared in the torrent history and help customers build and manage temples.

As a result, he was accidentally involved in the space-time vortex and came to a strange ancient world.

Swallowing his sore throat, Lin Zhao dragged his weak body, opened the curtain, and looked at the driver.

With broad shoulders and a broad back, the whip-wielding arm is muscular and strong, and the clothes are tightly stretched. He noticed Lin Zhao's movement, and turned to him and shouted: "It's almost there, my lord, please bear with me!"

It was the Ouchi bodyguard sent by the emperor to **** the original owner all the way.

I don't know how long it took, and finally arrived in front of a mountain surrounded by clouds and fog.

The guards stopped the carriage, carried Lin Zhao on their backs, and walked up the mossy stone steps surrounded by dense forests. At the end of the stone steps is a temple.

The walls on both sides of the gate of the temple extend far away. I don't know how big it is. From the outside, it looks dilapidated.

The man carried him into a hut and put him down.

Suddenly there was the sound of hurriedly approaching footsteps outside the door, creaking—

The door of the hut was pushed open a crack, revealing a green leather head.

"Who are you?"

The voice was timid.

"We are members of His Royal Highness, do you recognize this?"

The man took out a token from his pocket.

Qingpi stretched out a hand to the door again, took the token and looked at it carefully.

"Oh! It's the new abbot."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed open the door panel, revealing his original appearance.

It turned out to be a little monk wearing a light blue monk's robe, with round head, round brain and round eyes.

The little monk is an orphan who grew up with the old abbot in this mountain temple.

Some time ago, the old abbot passed away, so I left him a token and told him that the new abbot would come with the same token.

Seeing that he recognized him, the man asked him to take care of Lin Zhao, and went down the mountain by himself.

The man moved quickly, and turned back after a while, holding a panting old doctor by his hand.

Throwing the old doctor to Lin Zhao to look after his wounds, he himself took a few breaths and moved the things he bought down the mountain into the backyard.

After seeing the injury, the old doctor went to the stone table in the yard to write prescriptions.

After the man came in, he closed the door tightly and said goodbye to Lin Zhao in a low voice:

"Do not disgrace the holy order, and deliver the young master safely and soundly. There are turbulent undercurrents in the court, and I want to go back as soon as possible to help your majesty. I hope you will cherish your majesty and remember your majesty's words."

—'Change your face, hide in a temple, preserve your strength, and make a comeback'. "

He left another fifty taels of silver and took the old doctor down the mountain.

Lin Zhao looked at the token in his hand with a complex and inexplicable expression.

"Change your appearance, hide in the temple, preserve your strength, and make a comeback." The majesty said this to Yuanshen, hoping that he would have the strength to live well.

The original body suddenly suffered family ruin and death, so it was easy to go to extremes.

This Highness is in a dangerous situation, but he is still willing to spare his hands to settle Zhongliang and give him confidence and strength. It is no wonder that Yuanben's father is willing to die in loyalty.

He obtained the body of the original body, so he naturally had to shoulder his hopes and responsibilities, and avenge him.

If you inherit this temple, it is not difficult to be a good abbot and a monk for a while.

[Ding Dong—Congratulations to the host for inheriting a temple and becoming the abbot, let's make Qingquan Temple flourish! 】

The silent electronic sound sounded again.

[Because of the chaos in the previous dynasty, most of the temple you were in—Qingquan Temple was damaged, and the task of rebuilding the temple depends entirely on you! 】

Immediately afterwards, a translucent interface appeared in Lin Zhao's field of vision.

[Temple: Qingquan Temple, level 1 (a dilapidated wild temple) Money: 50 silver

Incense: 0 (ignored)

Reputation: 3 (there is a ruined temple in Lingwu Mountain that can shelter from the rain)

Temple construction: no

Task Achievement: None]

Suddenly, a prompt box pops up in the center and lights up.

【Novice task:

Shave off three thousand threads of troubles and complete the shaving

Task completion reward novice spree x1

Task time limit: 00:23:58]

Ah, shaving? He wasn't ready.

Everyone had left, and only Lin Zhao and the young monk were left staring at each other in the dilapidated dormitory.

"What's your name?" Lin Zhao asked.

"The little monk has the same dharma name." This dharma name is quite funny, Lin Zhao thought.

"Please pour me a glass of water, I'm really thirsty." Lin Zhao swallowed his dry and sore throat.

After hearing this, Bu Er turned around and ran out of the dormitory.

Lin Zhao, who was alone, looked at the room.

The whole room was divided into two, and there were long bunks on both sides. Since no one slept for a long time, it was already covered with dust. Only the bedding was placed under him near the door.

It looks like it belongs to the little monk Buer just now.

There are six windows on the wall of the house, four are distributed above the bunk, and the remaining two are distributed on the left and right sides of the door.

There are also cabinets on the left and right sides of the door, and a few scriptures are stacked on the top.

Bu Er quickly ran back again, holding a bamboo tube filled with warm water, and handing it to Lin Zhao.

"The well-connected mountain spring water in our temple is sweet and cool, but the old abbot said that the water should be boiled, and you won't get sick if you drink it. I prepare a pot of water every day."

It can be seen that the little monk Bu Er has been alone on the mountain for a long time, and he really wants to talk to someone.

At the beginning, I was a little shy, because Lin Zhaosheng was good-looking and kind-hearted, and had a gentle temperament. After being alone with him for a while, he gradually relaxed, and stared at Lin Zhao with those round black eyes while talking. water.

His skin was fair and tender, and he benefited from the nourishment of this mountain forest. His eyes were clear and bright, clean and penetrating, and those who were stared at did not feel bored.

Lin Zhao thought he was interesting, and reached out to touch the green leather head, which was very painful.

Lin Zhao deliberately teased him: "Can Master Buer shave me for me?"

After hearing this, Buer waved his hands again and again, "I, I... am not a master, please don't call Buer that, Buer can help you shave!"

There was no one else in the temple, so he was the only one who could shave Lin Zhao.

Seeing that his face was flushed with panic, Lin Zhao stopped there.

After being huddled in the carriage for several days, feeling uncomfortable all over, he asked Fuji to take him around the temple.

Qingquan Temple, as marked by the system, is an out-and-out ruined temple.

Hidden in the mountains, lonely and quiet.

Only the first hall can still be seen, the rest of the place is full of broken beams and tiles, withered branches and leaves, overgrown with weeds, deserted and miserable.

A gust of wind swept by, accompanied by a few crows, which was creepy.

Lin Zhao hurriedly asked Buer to take him back to the first hall. After staying behind for a long time, I always felt that something terrible would appear.

Qingquan Temple is rotten and rotten, covering a very large area, so once it is dilapidated, it will appear empty and quiet.

If it is completely restored, it must be very magnificent.

Coming out of the dormitory where the monks slept was a yard with a cypress tree in it, which was full of vitality.

Outside the courtyard is the main road of the temple, and along the main road is an arch bridge.

The arch bridge is built over a lotus pond.

The lotus pond is surrounded by blue stones, and some Taihu stones of various shapes are placed in the pond.

From these we can see how prosperous the temple was before it was ruined.

Now the pool is full of algae and dead leaves, and the bluestone fence is also broken, with one piece missing in the east and one piece in the west.

If a person leans on it, if he is not careful, he will fall into the pool with the stone and the person.

After crossing the arch bridge, a magnificent building with black tiles and red walls appears in front of you. This is the first hall of Qingquan Temple-Tianwang Hall.

Climbing up the steps from the white jade platform, you can see that the same white jade guardrails around the Tianwang Hall are also weathered and damaged.

Go up the steps and look up.

There is a plaque hanging on the door, on which are the words "Palace of Heavenly Kings".

Maitreya is usually enshrined in the center of the Hall of Heavenly Kings, and the four heavenly kings are enshrined on the left and right.

But when he stepped into the Heavenly King Hall, he saw that it was empty, there was not even a futon, only a pitted statue with a blurry face left.

The walls and floors were even more severely damaged, cracked and peeled off, moss spread, cobwebs colluded, and from time to time a spider fell from the beams and the wall.

It seems that there is a long way to go to restore the temple.

First of all, just cleaning the spider webs is a very labor-intensive task.

Then come to the kitchen in the backyard. Maybe when it was prosperous in the past, there were quite a lot of mouths to eat, and the kitchen itself was tall and spacious.

Hanging strips of air-dried radishes hung from the beams of the house, vinegar vats and sauce vats were placed under the eaves in the corners, a tall table, and several large-scale stoves with three or four burners on them, which could cook three or four pots of food at the same time.

There are two tanks against the wall, one filled with rice and the other filled with water.

Next to the back kitchen is a firewood room. In addition to firewood, there are many tools and a few bags of rice brought in by the man.

Out of the kitchen are four farmlands, only one of which is planted with beans and eggplants.

On the right hand side is a well, and above the well is a wheel, which saves effort and is convenient for fetching water.

Next to the well is a thatched shed with hay piled under the shed, two empty baskets, and a water tank.

In front of the thatched hut is a dining table and four benches, and an oilcloth is placed on top to prevent sun and rain.

Bu Er went into the kitchen, washed rice and pots, skillfully lit a fire with firewood, put a pot and a casserole in each of the two burners in one stove, and boiled tea and rice porridge together.

I took three large porcelain bowls from the cupboard, and went to the sauce jar under the corner of the eaves to pick up a bowl of pickled cucumbers.

Taking all the pickled cucumbers, bowls and chopsticks to the dining table outside, Lin Zhao saw that he was busy and wanted to help but didn't know where to start.

This ancient kitchen was too unfamiliar to him, and Yuan himself was not a person who had been through the kitchen, so he couldn't even recognize the positions of the things.

Had to go outside and wait to eat.

In the evening and dusk, the temple was quiet, and Fuji and Lin Zhao had their first dinner together under the sunset glow and the breeze.

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