"Dadadada..." As the sound of bamboo sticks gently hitting the stone floor, the blind uncle Zhu walked into the inconspicuous and simple courtyard in the provincial capital.

The young master Jixiangtian, barefoot and white clothes, gently combed his black hair with his fingers and asked softly: "How many days have the student been in Guiyuan Temple?"

"I haven't left the temple for three days and three nights." Uncle Zhu responded respectfully.

The young master's face looked like ice and snow, and he said in a soft voice: "Uncle Zhu was right that day. This student is not an ordinary person. He can be silently transformed by the three levels of Mu Qing Gu. It is because I was not careful in dealing with things, but I let a master die in my subordinates. It will be inconvenient to explain to the Yunnan and Guizhou Sect in the future."

Uncle Zhu said: "Young Master, don't worry. Everyone in the disciples will work hard for the young master, and they will still not regret it even if they die."

"Guiyuan Temple still refuses to agree to borrow our heavenly robes?"

"Yes, Master Binku has been practicing Zen for many years, but he is still stubborn."

"Well, it seems that I can only visit me in person."

Uncle Zhu hesitated and said, "I still have a persuasion."

"Speaking."

"The old sect leader has a clear order to not harass Guiyuan Temple. It seems that there is something strange in that temple. After the old sect leader passed away, he took over the throne, but he has always respected Guiyuan Temple. If he just wants to get rid of Taiwan Lin Bo, he will make a rash move, and his subordinates think it is unwise."

"Uncle Zhu is thoughtful, I understand." The young master closed his slender hands in front of him and said softly: "But the Duo Kill under Lin, the murder of the murder is too heavy in Taiwan. I went to Taiwan for three days and burned more than 30 people to death in the sea of ​​flowers in Puli. How can I not avenge such a great revenge? The cassock of the sky is a natural magic weapon that defeats fire. This time I am determined to win."

Uncle Zhu saw that he was persistent, so he lowered his body and bowed his face, and then said, "I dug up another divination yesterday. Although I did not see any danger in this trip, it was a big obstacle to the young master's future practice. Why wouldn't the young master ask the old slave to meet with the monks of Guiyuan Temple for a while first?"

The young master smiled slightly, his eyes circulated, and he whispered: "I know you are afraid of the boy named Yi Tianxing. Someone has seen him personally. Although the boy's body is extremely strong, his body is red, dry and warm, and he obviously doesn't know how to control it. I think there are some chances in his current body of magical powers, or he is born with excessive gold and fire in his womb. But he does not know the Five Elements Taoism. If this continues, he will die in less than a few months. Why should you and I worry?"

Uncle Zhu frowned and stopped talking.

The young man gently lifted his heels, and his naked feet slid on the thick blanket: "It's just a little pervert."

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Yi Tianxing has indeed been in Guiyuan Temple for three days and three nights. As for the reason, it starts with the fact that the little Zhuque was swearing in the clay bottle of Guanyin Dashi three days ago.

"Baby, beloved, dad will take you to the toilet. Although the toilet in Guiyuan Temple is hard to find, you can't run to the face of Guanyin Master to do bad things!" Yi Tianxing called the little red bird under the statue of the Bodhisattva, but he was puzzled in his heart, "You are strong, you haven't seen you eat, drink, defecate, and now, it's fine, it's actually dirty the clean bottle of Guanyin Master." Thinking of being so arrogant and not giving him face, Yi Tianxing couldn't stop his face.

Master Binku was watching anxiously from the side. Seeing his face, he heard what he said secretly hurt his mountain gate. He was so angry that he groaned, turned around and bowed to the Guanyin statue, and then bowed to the cooing little red bird in a strange way. Then he shook his right arm and rolled up the monk's robe on his arm.

The monk's robe rolled up, and the wide cuffs quickly rotated.

"The universe in the sleeves, collect it!"

Master Binku's true energy is fast, his robe is open and round, and hisses is hissing, absorbing air inward like a wind tunnel!

In an instant, the wind was heard in the side hall of Guiyuan Temple, and the incense and candles were shaking. When the little Zhuque standing at the mouth of the Jingbo was not steady, the air around him was sucked into Master Binku's sleeves. Master Binku held his cuff with his left hand, watching the little Zhuque keep arching his cassock sleeves, and from time to time, a small circle was arched out from the monk's sleeves, and his face was filled with a look of alertness.

Yi Tianxing said anxiously: "Master, be careful!"

Master Binku gave Yi Tian a hand with one hand, replied to his past appearance as a pastor, and said gently: "Don't worry, little donor, I have a sense of responsibility."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words finished, the wide monk's sleeves of Bin's bitter and wide burned violently.

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Master Binku looked depressed, all the monk sleeves on his right arm were burned to ashes, and his shirtless were naked. Yi Tianxing held the cooing little red bird, looked at him innocently, and said softly: "The child is ignorant, and he doesn't have any importance to say "mouth."

Bin coughed twice, went to the Zen room to change his robes, and asked Yi Tianxing and the little ancestor who could spit fire to sit down in the pavilion in the middle of the lake in the back garden.

Yi Tianxing looked at the surrounding scenery and smiled and said, "It collapsed a few days ago and was repaired so quickly. Guiyuan Temple is indeed a place to make a fortune."

Bin Ku's face was solemn, and he didn't accept his joke. He lowered his voice and said, "Don't you know what the fiery red bird in your arms is?"

Yi Tianxing looked confused.

Bin sighed bitterly, "I don't know where you got it, but you are born with a lot of fire and true energy, which is similar to this divine object."

"Divine object?" Yi Tianxing widened his eyes.

"No," Master Binku looked at the vermilion bird on his palm and said quietly: "This divine object has not appeared in the world for thousands of years. I didn't expect it to fall obediently on your palm."

Yi Tianxing frowned and said, "I...bah, since it's a magical object, let's not do it. What is it?"

"It's Zhuque." Master Binku said mysteriously, but there was still a hint of confusion on his face. "It's just that the sound of Zhuque's crowing in the classics should be Qingmingxi, why is this one like a little chicken?"

Yi Tianxing smiled.

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In traditional Chinese culture, Vermilion Bird is one of the four-simile beasts, which is a southern spiritual beast. The bird is vermilion red, shaped like a fairy-like pheasant, and colorful feathers. It is noble by nature and does not like desires. It is neither a quiet spring nor a drink, nor a cold branch. Among the twenty-eight constellations of the starry sky, Vermilion Bird is the general vein of the seven stars in the south (well, ghost, Liu, Xing, Zhang, Yi, Zhen).

Yi Tianxing read a lot of books and naturally knew the origin of Zhuque, but this kind of divine object that only exists in classics and is just a legendary existence. Is it the little red thing that is well-behaved and lovely staying in the palm of his hand at this moment?

Gently stroking the red feathers on the top of the little red bird on his palm, Yi Tianxing thought for a long time, but it was still difficult to accept this fact, and said, "The Vermillion Bird in the book looks like a pheasant, but it is too far from my son."

Bin heard his stubbornly calling the divine beast Zhuque as his son, and he couldn't help but feel funny. He carefully took the vermilion from his hand, put it on the tea tray on the stone table, and praised him on the tea tray on the stone table, saying, "Namo Amitabha, indeed, is worthy of being a divine beast. This is still a newborn state. He easily used the Nine Heavens Mysterious Fire to break the universe in my sleeves that I had been practicing for 60 years."

Yi Tianxing became a cunning person. When he saw the monk Binku showing his expression of being ready to chant "Two suns inside and outside the plane...", he knew what he was thinking, and quickly put the little red bird back into his aluminum lunch box.

Master Binku was shocked and said, "Donator Yi, how are you going to? Such a holy object must not be placed in the folk at will, which will disturb the flow of true energy between heaven and earth..." Before he finished speaking, Yi Tianxing waved his hand to stop him: "I ask you, this little red bird... OK, let me think it is the Vermilion Bird, who gave it to whom? Who should I give it to? If you don't have an answer that convinces me, of course I have to continue to raise him and teach him, and cultivate him into love XX, love XX, there are XX, and there are XX progress, right?"

Without waiting for Master Binku to answer, he said, "Don't mention anything about all living beings in the world. If you hit you and recognize the bird, I will know what your old monk is thinking again. I have told you openly that I will not give my son to others, and you will have this heart too."

Master Binku smiled bitterly and said, "But such a magical object, how can the donor feed it? It is safer to place it in our temple, and it is also convenient for the divine beasts to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and grow and transform."

"There is no door, and I will nail you to death. I worked so hard a few days ago, and I almost made the Grand Prix into a large sauna. I didn't see you help me? If you want to raise it, I'll fight with me before talking." Yi Tianxing pretended to be angry.

Master Binku thought for a while and attacked: "The donor's high fever has not faded. Now it seems that it is naturally the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast that absorbs the fire element in the donor's body and disturbs the external fire. If you don't want to separate the donor from the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast, you're afraid that this high fever will be a small matter, and in a while..."

Yi Tianxing was waiting for this sentence. He pretended to look up at the blue sky outside the pavilion, wondering what questions were, and sighed and said, "Buddhist is merciful. I thought that the Buddha used his body to feed eagles, so why should I feed the birds with fire?"

Master Binku heard the boy laughing and said laughing and crying: "What exactly is the donor's intention?"

"Master, please teach the essence of the Buddha Sect carefully. I will let my son practice hard. In this way, will everyone be happy?" Yi Tianxing said with a salivation.

Binku then realized the taste, thinking that you kid was still trying to learn the magic of his own convenience sect. But when he thought that the fact of Zhuque was important, he couldn't help but hesitate. He originally wanted to keep the young man in the temple to be happy in the mountain behind the mountain so that he could deal with the three days of searching for things. He dared not pass on the practice of the convenient sect to outsiders. But after seeing Zhuque today, monk Binku had a good impression of the young man for no reason. His idea was very simple: Zhuque is a holy object in the Buddhist sect, and he could choose the holy object as his companion day and night. The young man's nature was very good. So he was silent for a while and said, "The donor can stay in the temple to practice the Dharma."

Yi Tianxing said seriously: "Thank you, host."

"But I would like to advise the little donor that the Vermilion Bird is of fire in nature. Although the prosperous era of fire in the donor's body is difficult to see, the Vermilion Bird cannot control its own firepower before it transforms. If you get along with it for a long time, it is afraid that it will be of great harm to the body."

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Yi Tianxing really hoped to relieve his illness as soon as possible, and he was worried about holding a so-called divine beast in his arms. He made up his mind and called the school in the office of Guiyuan Temple, asking his classmates in the same dormitory to help him take a few days off, and take advantage of these days to hide in the mountain gate of Guiyuan Temple to practice Buddhist scriptures and Zen.

Guiyuan Temple contains rare books of "Heart Sutra", "Jisha Cang", blood books "Avatamsaka Sutra" and "Lotus Sutra". Since Binku presided over his practice silently, he naturally no longer hid his own private life and led him into the Sutra Collection in the back garden to learn from him. Although Yi Tianxing was talented, he had just learned about Buddhism and had some sentences that didn't know the beginning and end. He still needed to ask Master Binku for advice. Binku took the details of the Buddhist scriptures one by one, and compared them with his own cultivation.

After half a day, Yi Tianxing accepted all the methods of controlling the true essence. Although he benefited a lot, he still had great doubts and fears in his heart according to the Heart Sutra. He was about to speak, but he led him into the Arhat Hall on the west side of the temple.

Yi Tianxing looked at the countless statues of arhats around him. The various arhats had different expressions, and some were sitting cross-legged. Most of them were reading Buddhist scriptures in their hands. Their faces were either majestic and solemn, gentle and naive, or vicissitudes of life. Seeing this carving art, he couldn't help but admire him secretly.

I slowly walked to a Arhat and found that the Arhat was lying on the stone looking at the sky, with his eyes as if he was not closed. Yi Tianxing suddenly developed a leisurely heart and was full of joy.

After stopping in front of this Arhat statue, Yi Tianxing's body and energy moved, and he faintly noticed that the Arhat statue was flowing along with the lines of his clothes, and it seemed that there were countless powerful or soft true qi following it. Looking at the Arhat's arrogant expression, he began to realize the state of mind of the instant noodles of the Buddha's sect.

Another Arhat was Venerable Tuo Nu, surrounded by six boys. Some of these six boys covered the Arhat's mouth, and some grabbed the Arhat's ears... The naive and innocent appearance suddenly appeared. Yi Tianxing smiled and praised: "Only the great monk can achieve enlightenment only if he has a childish heart."

"It's not only that." Monk Binku, who had been following him, smiled and said, "These six plays of Maitreya refer to blinding his eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind, and not being invaded by external evils, so that he can focus on the Tao."

Yi Tianxing suddenly stopped and stood silently in the courtyard.

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On the porcelain blue sky, a few white clouds floated freely and at will; a bell sound came from Guiyuan Temple; the breeze hit the courtyard, mixed with cinnamon fragrance...

"Guan Yinzi has a Tao: Only when deafness is deaf, no sound is heard, only when blind is not seen, no color is seen, but when silence is not spoken, no sound is spoken. Those who do not hear the sound are not heard, no matter is heard, no sound is seen, no matter is seen, no sound is seen, no sound is seen, no matter is seen, no sound is seen, no sound is seen, no matter is seen, no words is seen, no words is spoken, no words is spoken, no words is spoken, no words is spoken, no words is spoken, no sound is spoken, no words is spoken, no words is spoken, no words is spoken, no sound is spoken, no words is spoken, no sound is spoken, no words is spoken, no sound is spoken, no words is spoken, no sound is spoken, Yi Tianxing chanted softly.

Bin Ku knew that this young man had already mastered the secrets and combined it with one ritual: "Amitabha Buddha, the ancestor of Taoism Lao Tzu, once asked the Buddha. Later, Buddhism went eastward and passed the pain of burning temples and destroying the sects of the Emperor of Tang Dynasty, and gradually declined. He also returned to Taoism to obtain its essence. Such a physiological cycle is the ultimate truth."

Yi Tianxing seemed to be wandering outside at this time, and a smile appeared on his face, his lips moved slightly, and he continued to recite: "People only know that there is true loss in false gain, but they do not know that there is true loss in true gain. They only know that there is true mistake in false gain, but they do not know that there is true mistake in true gain."

He suddenly laughed, laughing like a fox that had stolen meat.

The little Zhuque in his arms barely squeezed out his furry head and stared at the boy curiously as if thinking.

The thief's smiling cheeks cooed softly.

Many years later, the six operas of Maitreya in Guiyuan Temple became a place for pilgrimage to practitioners.

The reason for this is that a young man named Yi Tianxing once stopped in front of this Arhat statue and pondered for a long time, then laughed a few times, entered the Zen room of Guiyuan Temple without food or drinking, and went into seclusion for three days.

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Chapter completed!