The other three gangsters had no expression on their faces, but they were actually gloating.

"Amitabha Buddha." Ye Xiangseng was about to start chanting the Pure Land Mantra of Rebirth as in the preaching hall to save this person.

Now Yi Tianxing was distracted: "I am so compassionate, why don't you stop me?"

He relaxed his mind and the rogue leader named Shu recovered. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and he vomited something out of his mouth. When he looked closely, he was scared. It turned out to be a clot of blood.

Ye Xiangseng smiled and said, "Senior brother has great wisdom, maybe this is your true compassion."

Yi Tianxing glanced at the four people again: "Do you still think this matter is not simple?"

"Simple, we have received the noble virtue and righteousness of Young Master Gu."

"If you go out in the future, be honest and do less bad things. Of course, it is impossible for you to not do anything at all. But when doing bad things, think more about heaven. Do you understand?"

These four people have been washed by Ye Xiangseng. Deep in their hearts, they have long been afraid of the existence of Weiming gods and Buddhas. Of course, what they fear most is Yi Tianxing's ghostly power and the so-called name of the Buddhist son. Lao Lin interrupted: "Mr. Yi, we are wrong this time. What compensation do you need?"

People in the martial arts world need face. Even though they are already afraid of death deep down, they still have to stand archways with indifferent care.

Yi Tianxing looked at him and said quietly: "To be honest, try to be a good person. In this world, good people will usually be rewarded."

The words are rough but not rough, and the fists are rough.

What he said, the four of them could only listen.

"From the future, come to Guiyuan Temple to report once a week. If you don't come, you'll be sorry." Yi Tianxing threatened lightly, and a ray of heavenly fire spit out from his palm, slowly floated to the neatly green mahjong in front of the four people who were staring at him.

There was a sniff, and the wooden table was not damaged at all. The extremely difficult mahjong seeds instantly turned into a pungent puff of pungent smoke.

Yi Tianxing's eyelashes drooped slightly, and after his heart meridians were running, the pungent and pungent smoke slowly condensed into a very evil black skull in the air!

"Don't think about escaping, these Nine Netherworld Heads can find you at any time." Yi Tianxing began to talk nonsense habitually.

The four bold gangsters were frightened by this hand, their faces were pale, and their eight legs shook like sieve chaff.

Some people in the world are not afraid of death, but they must be afraid of strange existences that they don’t understand. This is a normal human nature. Just like a person who wants to jump off a building and commit suicide, if he suddenly sees a ghost, he is afraid that his first reaction is to shout his mother’s name and run away, and he will not think that he is the one who is planning to become a ghost.

Somewhat satisfied with the reactions of these people, Yi Tianxing turned his body and gave way out of the door.

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As night gradually fell, the only 29-inch Philips color TV in Guiyuan Temple was carried to the back garden by Yi Tianxing, dragged the old wires and placed them directly opposite the hut.

"Master, how is this location? Can you see it?" he turned around and shouted to the hut.

"Um."

After adjusting the antenna for a long time, the TV with snowflakes finally released images, which was auspicious and festive big news broadcast.

"Today, people from all over the country celebrate New Year's Eve, with foggy pine trees on the Songhua River in the north, and Guangzhou Flower Market in the south..."

In the boring background sound, Yi Tianxing dragged the cardboard box over, moved it out from inside, and then installed a big chair for himself. Finally, he packed everything up, so he went to the front yard to call a few familiar monks to come in and have fun together. Unexpectedly, no one including Master Binku and Ye Xiangseng gave face and refused to come.

He returned to the back garden with some interest, took a bottle of wine and some fruit from the table and threw it into the hut, then sat on the lounge chair, gnawed a chicken leg, then lit the alcohol stove, and started stewing spicy hot pot, scalding the slippery duck intestines and pig brains into the soup with red oil. He ran to the front hall to ask for a large bucket of rice, and then began to eat it fragrantly.

It’s so bad... No wonder the monks refused to come in.

Yi Tianxing applied his oily mouth and began to be filial when he was full.

He unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle, filled the small white porcelain cup in front of him, turned around and knelt respectfully on the ground, and bowed to the hut: "I wish the master as blessed as the East China Sea and as long as the South Mountain."

"Don't worry, the old monkey who has lived for thousands of years doesn't like to listen to this, just change it to a fresh word!" The voice of the ancestor buzzed.

Yi Tianxing knelt on the ground and scratched his head with a bitter face. After a long time, he said something: "I wish the master to get out of trouble as soon as possible and to prove his marriage to his disciple."

"It will take some time to leave this broken garden. It's so early, but it's still festive, so I'll follow you."

When Yi Tianxing heard this, he flipped his wrist and drank the wine in his glass. He stood up with a smile. His butt was about to fall on the recliner, but he heard a very annoyed scream from the hut behind him: "What kind of broken wine is this splashing bird giving? It's so spicy that my family is!"

Then there was a burst of painful sound of sticking out tongues and pursing lips.

The boy was stunned and ran outside the hut, leaned his body against the soft Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle, and asked with his head in a slanted position: "Master, this is the best Moutai now. Don't you like to drink it?"

"Where is this spicy wine? Your disciple is not HD."

Yi Tianxing stuck out his tongue and remembered that the man who drank fruit wine and rice wine back then was all fruit wine. When the white wine came out, he was already locked up in Guiyuan Temple. Suddenly, he thought of something: "Master, Monk Binku, and the monk's masters and ancestors, what kind of wine is it for you to honor?"

"It's sour and moist, I don't know the name." The ancestors in the hut seemed a little worried.

Fortunately, the New Year's goods were prepared for him. I don't know if it was Xiao Xiao or the newly-fed Wei Zi who was good at flattering horses and beards. The cardboard box looked ordinary, and the goods inside were very good. Yi Tianxing flipped around and found a bottle of wine.

He leaned in front of him and looked carefully, shouting in surprise: "Master, this thing is good, you continue." He threw the wine bottle into the hut with a swing of his hand.

The ancestor took a few sips in the hut, smacked his mouth twice, and stopped talking. It seemed that he was quite satisfied, after a while.

"It's the taste, come and drink it more in the future."

"This is the dry red from the Great Wall of China." Yi Tianxing was shocked, "A little more? Fortunately, I am not drinking the Montache from 1978 today."

The hot pot was still rolling, and the spicy aroma filled the entire back garden. He was watching TV with his legs raised. The opening dance of the Spring Festival Gala was already on. The chopsticks were holding green vegetables and stretched into the boiling red soup. At this moment, the eyes were blurred and the hot pot disappeared!

He subconsciously turned around and heard the sound of the old grandson shouting in the hut.

"Master, leave some for your disciple." Yi Tianxing was very worried. If he had known that he would not only like to eat fruits, he would have prepared two pots.

As an apprentice, he has been in a miserable life since ancient times. Sha Monk had to carry a load, monkeys wanted to beat the fairies, and Bajie did nothing, but he was often put in a steamer and baked by water to make appetizers. He was also a bitter job. The young man helplessly flattened his mouth, took out peanut seeds and ate it slowly, chewed the chicken legs and ate it slowly, and drank it slowly with Maotai wine, and looked at the TV screen with great grievance.

A cute fat man named Guo was performing a sketch on the TV. The character he played was carrying a military coat to the train station to queue up for his colleagues to buy tickets. While walking downstairs, he also greeted the audience below: "If you have something to do, please speak!"

Yi Tianxing was a little sleepy for some reason. Perhaps his life over the past six months made him a little tired. On New Year's Eve, at this reunion, staying with his master made him feel relaxed and safe.

"Master, if you have something to do, please speak." He shouted to the back, then his head tilted, he fell asleep on the recliner, and the melon seeds in his hand fell to the ground.

After a while, the stars in the sky burst out from the clouds, sprinkling faint light in the back garden, and there was no moon in the sky. The wooden door of the thatched cottage was pushed open with a creaking sound, and a black shadow wearing a shabby robe slowly walked out and leaned on the stone steps beside the door.

There seemed to be a sense in the air outside the hut, and the light blue circle of demon subduing gradually appeared.
Chapter completed!