"Dry!"

Yi Tianxing, who finally ran away, gave a middle finger to the pitiful Samantabhadra Bodhisattva in white.

The Bodhisattva is a Bodhisattva, who is not an ordinary person. He just did it and slapped Yi Tianxing's forehead with one palm. His move was soft and weak. Without any sound of wind, he gently brushed Yi Tianxing's forehead in the blink of an eye.

In this short moment, Yi Tianxing came up with at least three ways to break this palm, but he did not dare to meet this great Bodhisattva who still retains his first physical body. Facing the supreme supernatural powers, if he wanted to avoid this palm, he would have to take action with all his strength. What would be the result of taking action with all his strength? He could not predict clearly at this time. Samantabhadra Bodhisattva would naturally not have too much evil intentions towards him. If he fought with all his strength, maybe Samantabhadra Bodhisattva would be a little angry and used his true skills, then he would be miserable.

So he honestly remained motionless and was hit by this.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva gently pressed his brain with his dry hand. The cool and hard touch made Yi Tianxing's scalp numb.

After the numbness, a cool stream of light slowly poured into Yi Tianxing's body along the withered hand.

The light flow penetrated from the top of his head, down his neck, and exploded with a buzz between his chest and abdomen.

It exploded into thousands of pieces, each of which was glowing and slowly flowing in his body.

Just like the fireflies in the sky, captured by the skillful hands of the young girl in the veil, slowly flying in the veil.

Yi Tianxing's body is this veil.

The jade plate in his belly, which had been refined into a red sun, seemed to have some gravity, attracting these fireflies to gently attach themselves, just like the clever girl in the tent.

The fluorescent colors gradually gather, and the red sun is colored, gradually becoming softer.

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After Yi Tianxing first learned the Taoist technique, he practiced the convenient method of Guiyuan Temple and the three meditation sutras that he had learned without a teacher. At that time, there was a true fire life wheel in his body, which burned wildly, but it could not last long. Later, he learned the supreme Taoist technique from Qin Zier, the three seven-star fighting method, and summoned the true Suzaku to fly over his head, and a Taoist heart was born in his body.

The heart of Tao is like a green lotus, and the steam wheel is like a red jade plate.

After six valleys, he was inspired by the violent aura of the Vermilion Bird, and he gained something again. The green lotus bloomed and wrapped around the red jade plate, then cracked in a slight crack, and finally achieved the red sun wheel in his body.

Every change is a diligence in cultivation.

At this time, I received the initiation of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, and I don’t know what changes will happen in my body.

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I don’t know how long it took, but Yi Tianxing slowly woke up from the meditation.

He quietly moved his heart sutra to observe himself, and found that the red sun in his body had disappeared without a trace, and what appeared in the same place was a faint thing.

The thing was filled with a faint light, but it was impossible to describe its shape.

I just feel extremely quiet and elegant.

Is it for Bodhicitta?

Yi Tianxing's eyes radiated so much. He stood up, pondered for a moment, and took out his left fist to capture the bird's tail.

After every opportunity, he would find an opportunity to replay Tai Chi that he learned in Gaoyang County when he was a child. The dead grass on the playground of the provincial university once saw the power of his Taoist heart after it was first formed.

In the small secret room, he calmed down and slowly punched a set of punches.

He stood up with his fist, frowned slightly and wondered, "Why hasn't changed? The power seems to be a little smaller."

However, the faint aura of the bodhicitta made him know that it must be unusual. Although it seemed that it would not help the practice, at the moment of his initiation, he had completely collected the information conveyed by Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and clearly understood how this virtuous and righteous Truth Bodhisattva had spent hundreds of years on this Tibetan land.

Experience and knowledge are all necessary things to increase your cultivation. Yi Tianxing knows that what you gain today will definitely be of great help to his future.

He bowed to the ground and respectfully bowed to Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.

"In ancient times, there was a master of one character, and Bodhisattva was my master of one day.

The deep scars on Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's face trembled slightly, and some pus oozed out faintly. Even so, the Buddha's light was still lingering, and he was merciful with a yaksha like a cloth.

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“It’s time.”

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva smiled slightly and bowed to Ye Xiangseng.

Ye Xiangseng returned the gift, and his face was filled with some joy.

With this sentence, the secret room changed again. The beams of the room sounded slightly and slowly separated, as if they were being demolished by an invisible giant hand, revealing the blue sky above.

"I haven't seen this day for a long time." Samantabhadra Bodhisattva looked at the sky above his head and said softly.

The beams slowly separated, and in the faint light, they turned back to the shape of leaves. The color of the painted paintings on the walls of the beams slowly peeled off, turning into countless colorful weeds.

But for a few moments, the secret room disappeared and all turned into branches and grass.

And the three of them sat between the grass.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva gently stroked the grass beside him and smiled and said, "The Buddha said that I was too attached to you, so my fortune was not as good as Manjushri. That's right, this grass is close to me, but I haven't touched it with my own hands for hundreds of years. Such obsessions are indeed traces."

Yi Tianxing knew that in order to avoid the pursuit of the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta, he had been living here in seclusion. Even though he was illusory, he could not see the true appearance of the plants and trees, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva stretched out his withered hands, gently closed his arms, and whispered to the grassland: "I have lived here for five hundred years, and I have worked hard for dozens of generations, and I am in a state of peace. Please receive a gift."

He lowered his head gently.

There were more than a dozen lamas kneeling outside the grass, and some servants and wives. The leading lama was the ninth-generation Karma Rinpoche with only half a tongue. The lamas in the temple with profound magic power all came to the capital with the living Buddhas of this life. In addition to him, those who were left behind were all young lamas and elderly and weak people.

When I heard Samantabhadra Bodhisattva say this, these people outside the grass kowtow more than once.

From the day the Tashilunpo Monastery was completed, these people served Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, fearing that the news of the Bodhisattva was revealed inadvertently, which caused great trouble. These lamas cut off their tongues and showed their ambitions and practiced silent meditation. Until the Bodhisattva prepared this mystery and called Yi Tianxing, Nine Karma Rinpoche spoke in the valley behind the six places.

"You can't say that although you don't suffer, your body is broken but you don't have to do asceticism."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva looked at these people who had been silently guarding and felt a burst of compassion: "You don't have to be restricted by this vow in the future."

The Bodhisattva's face shone brightly, and the broken body gradually seeped out fresh blood, dyeing the white clothes.

The grass was shrouded in a merciful Buddha light.

A dozen people beside the grass screamed and found that the tongue on their lips had grown again!

In addition to being surprised, these people naturally thought that the Bodhisattva showed his supernatural powers at this time, and obviously no longer feared the threats of some people.

In other words, the Bodhisattva is ready to... go?

The dozen people were so sad that they kowtowed to Samantabhadra Bodhisattva in the middle of the grass.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva shook his head gently and smiled and said, "This is a joy, why be sad? It's just that time is here."

He gently stretched out his left hand and spread it to the sky.

Suddenly, Ruyi appeared in his hand, and a slight light shone out.

A gust of wind blew in the field.

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Samantabhadra Bodhisattva and Yi Tianxing Ye Xiang suddenly lost their traces and did not know where they went.

The lamas kowtowed to the ground and recited scriptures continuously.

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Yi Tianxing only felt his body lighter, not the kind of lightness of light skills, but seemed to have lost all the material feeling in an instant, and it was light and fluttering with the wind, not knowing where to float.

After he settled down, he opened his eyes and saw a piece of white.

The cold wind blew over my face, with snow particles sandwiched in the middle.

In the distance, there are mountains covered with white snow, and occasionally there are ferocious places, revealing black rocks like ghosts and gods below.

At this time, he was sitting on the highest snow peak among the mountains, with snow falling beside him, snow piled up under him, snow everywhere, snow that never melted for thousands of years.

Looking back, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva was chanting something softly with his eyes closed. Ye Xiangseng sat beside him, looking at the Bodhisattva with a slightly reluctant look, his face glowing slightly blue.

Ye Xiangseng didn't wear much, and I don't know where the snow peak was here. The cold wind blew, which was several times colder than on Zangyuan.

Yi Tianxing knew that Ye Xiang's body could not withstand such low temperature at this time, so he quickly moved over and gently reached out to spit out a hot light, gently wrapping his whole body.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva slowly opened his eyes and asked softly:

"Yi Tianxing, what else do you want to ask?"

At this time, the Bodhisattva no longer called him a good teacher, nor did he call him a good fortune, but just called him a real name.

Yi Tianxing is not anything else, it is just Yi Tianxing.

This is something that the Bodhisattva has always remembered to remind him.

Yi Tianxing knew that the Bodhisattva was about to abandon this body and reincarnate. He thought of the moment when he had just met this Bodhisattva, he would immediately part. After this parting, the Bodhisattva did not know how many lifetimes it would take to regain his memory and re-cultivate the Bodhisattva's position, and he did not know when he would have to wait to meet him.

It is like separation from life and death.

Thinking of this, Yi Tianxing felt a little sad, but knowing that this is not the time to be sad, he frowned slightly and thought: "What if the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta came to Ye Xiang?"

If Samantabhadra Bodhisattva goes, the target of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva is naturally the Manjushri Bodhisattva who is slowly waking up from a thousand-year dream.

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva looked at Ye Xiangseng with soft eyes and said, "Every creature has its own kalpa. Although the Bodhisattva claims to have escaped the six-wheeled cycle, it is not. Some kalpas will naturally come when they should."

Ye Xiangseng Weiyi combined the words to show that he understood.
To be continued...