My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

How could this happen?

Why has my own seductive art of appealing to emotions and desires stopped working?

Little did he know how rich the spiritual and cultural life of the people of the Tang Dynasty was.

This middle-aged woman's mind was completely occupied with going to the movie theater to watch her idol fight. Her fanatical enthusiasm for idol worship had long since squeezed out all other messy desires.

In the eyes of the star-struck auntie, anyone who blocks her from watching the movie is a class enemy, no matter how handsome they are!

"call……"

Bianji let out a long breath.

"The mortals of the Tang Dynasty are indeed somewhat strange. But it's alright, this is just an accident."

He straightened his disheveled monk's robe, brushed off the dust, and continued walking towards Chang'an.

Half an hour later.

When Bianji finally stood before the majestic, mountain-like city gate of Chang'an.

His steps once again felt as if they were made of lead, firmly rooted to the spot.

This was nothing like the mortal kingdom with its rising smoke and feudal atmosphere that he had imagined.

This is clearly a colossal star city built from array formations and cultivation technology!

The city wall, which is hundreds of feet high, is inlaid with dense defensive array patterns, and flashes of light appear from time to time.

At the wide city gate, there were no soldiers wielding spears, menacingly interrogating passersby.

Instead, rows of "automatic identity verification gates" emitting a faint blue light have been installed.

The people entering the city lined up in neat rows, each holding a transparent crystal card. They swiped the card across the turnstile with a "beep" and walked in in an orderly fashion.

Monk Bianji swallowed hard.

Looking at his empty hands, he suddenly realized a very serious problem.

He didn't bring that crystal card with him!

Just as he was hesitating about whether to use illusion magic to blend in,

An elderly man wearing a red armband and a Tang Dynasty urban management uniform walked over.

"Little monk, are you from out of town? Don't you have a temporary residence permit?"

The old man looked Bianji up and down, glancing at his excessively handsome face, and then pursed his lips.

"He's quite handsome, but it's a pity he's bald. Go over there, find the array terminal to scan his face, record his aura, and pay a processing fee of two low-grade spirit stones."

"Only with a temporary residence permit can you find work in Chang'an. Our Great Tang doesn't support idlers. Even if you're begging for alms, you have to register with the city management office, understand?"

Do I need to report when I'm begging for alms?!

I also have to pay two low-grade spirit stones for processing fees?!

Monk Bianji felt his head buzzing.

As a powerful cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, when has he ever carried such trash as low-grade spirit stones with him when he goes out?

Finally, Bianji had to take advantage of the old man's inattention and secretly use a bit of bewitching magic to barely get through the ordeal and obtain a temporary identity jade token.

Upon entering Zhuque Avenue in Chang'an City.

The monk Bianji's worldview was dealt an even more thorough and devastating blow.

It's too bustling.

So magical.

The shop signs along the street were all projected using a dazzling array of magic, shimmering with multicolored lights in mid-air.

Almost every pedestrian on the street was holding a glowing "brick" (a smart crystal phone) in their hand, walking and grinning like an idiot.

What's even more terrifying is that everyone in this city carries some degree of true energy fluctuations!

Even street vendors selling candied hawthorns can easily use a freezing trick to keep their candied hawthorns fresh!

Standing at the bustling crossroads, the monk Bianji felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and confusion.

What he excels at is stirring up the suffering, greed, and emptiness in the hearts of ordinary people.

but.

He looked around.

The people in Chang'an City all had rosy complexions and light steps.

Their eyes were filled with love and contentment for life, and there wasn't a single dark crack that he could exploit!

He tried to emit an extremely faint peach blossom miasma, hoping to attract the attention of several young ladies from prominent families who were passing by.

Based on past experience, as long as you smell this fragrance and see his appearance, you'll know that...

These sheltered young ladies would blush and fawn over each other, eager to strike up a conversation.

however.

The young ladies merely glanced at him casually.

"Wow, look at that monk, he's quite handsome," said a girl in a green dress.

Bianji was overjoyed and was about to step forward to pay his respects.

"What's the use of being handsome?" Another girl in a red dress rolled her eyes and pointed at the spirit crystal phone in her hand.

"Is he as handsome as our Jianglong brother? Look at Jianglong brother's muscles! And that look in his eyes, willing to bear infamy to save the world! That's a real tough guy!"

"Exactly! That little monk looks so fair and delicate, he looks so frail, I don't feel safe at all."

"Let's go! The Starlight Ceremony at the Grand Theatre is about to start, or we won't get a front-row seat!"

Several girls chattered as they walked past Bianji, even deliberately avoiding him, as if afraid of absorbing his shabby air.

Monk Bianji stood frozen in place.

A cold wind blew by, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

He looked up, following the direction the girls were pointing.

Not far away, on the exterior wall of a huge tall building, hung a giant animated poster that was ten feet high.

The poster features two bald, muscular men, shirtless, covered in wounds, yet with resolute eyes.

He stood atop two hideous demons, roaring to the sky.

The poster's bottom line reads in large characters: "Rebellion Against Buddhism to Save the World," the total box office of "The Legend of Tang Dynasty" has exceeded 30 million spirit stones, a national tough guy idol!

"Click."

The monk Bianji heard a sound of something shattering in his mind.

He stared intently at the two faces on the poster that were all too familiar to him.

Aren't those the two Dharma Protectors, Subduing Dragon and Subduing Tiger, who were lost from the Buddhist Kingdom?!

How did they end up on the walls of the Tang Dynasty?!

And he even became... a national tough-guy idol?!

At that moment, the monk Bianji suddenly felt that the waters of the Tang Dynasty were deep enough to drown even the Buddha.

at the same time.

At the end of Suzaku Avenue, in the backyard of the Holy Flame Meow Meow Cult's headquarters.

There was none of the hustle and bustle of the main street here; instead, it exuded tranquility and peace.

Beside a stone table in the backyard.

The two Arhats, Subduing Dragon and Taming Tiger, were not wearing the coarse linen clothes seen in the movie.

They changed into the most fashionable high-end casual wear in the Tang Dynasty, wore large sunglasses, and covered themselves up completely with two baseball caps.

The stone table was covered with all sorts of expensive snacks.

There's Zuixianlou's signature roast duck made with spirit birds, Baiweige's limited edition seven-colored sugar frosting cake, and even a few cups of spirit fruit milk tea with ice.

Princess Sizi of Jinyang of the Tang Dynasty was sitting on a stone bench.

Two short legs dangled in mid-air, a large roasted duck leg in her left hand and a milk tea in her right, her mouth dripping with oil as she ate.

Fatty Four, the guardian beast, was lying under the table, intently gnawing on a large monster bone.