Yi Tianxing was a little uneasy. He gently combed the fine silver-white hair on the top of the little Vermillion Bird with two fingers, and did not dare to raise his head. He asked Master Binku beside him softly: "Master, why has it turned white? Could it be that the ancestors took the little guy's head and beat the white and gray wall hard on the white and gray wall?"

Master Binku said laughing and crying: "Although my ancestors are innocent and have not left their childish heart, they will not learn from Huangkou to do such erratic things." He leaned closer and took a look, but his face suddenly changed, and he seemed extremely shocked.

At this time, the voice of the ancestors sounded again.

"A fool who doesn't know the goods."

Yi Tianxing was really unable to figure out the temperament of this great man. He was afraid that he would suffer more than he could offend him, so he followed Master Binku's teachings and pretended not to hear it. He looked at Binku with a shocked expression on his face and wondered: "Master, what's strange about this tuft of white hair?"

"Heaven...Heaven...Heaven robe?" Bin's lips were trembling, and suddenly he jumped out of the meditation room lightly, and within a few moments he came to the outside of the hut of the back mountain.

Although Yi Tianxing followed, the light green light shield, the so-called Vajra Demon Subduing Circle, was willing to stay away from the lake, gently caressing the tired little Zhuque, while listening to what Master Binku was saying.

"Old ancestor, what is the tuft of white hair on the Vermillion Bird's forehead?" Master Binku asked in a trembling voice.

"Young monk with a bitter face, didn't you recognize him?"

After saying this, the back garden of Guiyuan Temple replied to silence. The sound of the teasing that the unpredictable power of heaven and earth never sounded again.

I don’t know how long it took, Master Binku finally sighed and turned back with a depressed look on his face.

"What happened?" Yi Tianxing was a little curious.

Master Binku suddenly looked at him steadily, and looked at the little Zhuque in his arms with reluctance. He muttered to himself, "It's impossible to do this. How can this treasure of this temple run outside the temple in my hands?... But... what's the method? The ancestors' supernatural powers and relatives, how can we practitioners of this level remove them... Forget it, everything is fate."

Yi Tianxing was confused and didn't know why.

The host of Guiyuan Temple suddenly put his hands together, and the chanting tribute sounded. After a moment, he returned to normal, and a kind and peaceful feeling enveloped his whole body.

He gently bowed to Yi Tian and said, "It is a great fate for the donor to be protected by his ancestors. I hope the donor will do good deeds in the future, so as not to defile the feathers of the vermilion bird's fire, and not to let the snow robes get dusted."

Yi Tianxing frowned, thought for a while and suddenly said in shock: "Are you saying... the master is saying that the little guy's forehead is actually...?"

Master Binku smiled slightly and said, "It was the treasure robe of this temple. I don't know what magical powers my ancestors used, but they actually made a tuft of white hair on the forehead of the Vermillion Bird."

Yi Tianxing's mouth was wide open, like a poor man who looked up at the sky but was choked by the big cakes falling from the sky. While the surprises were intertwined, he was a little confused and worried. He thought, this kind of good thing was too steep, right? We have never thought of snatching the sky robes. What does the ancestors mean to give him this big gift?

Master Binku saw his expression and smiled and said, "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but Buddhism is compassionate but only saves those who are destined. Since the donor has the ancestors’ different perspectives, it is a fate; the donor and the Vermilion Bird are in harmony, and the love and friendship are inscribed in it, this is another fate; if the donor is not separated from the Vermilion Bird, he will be at risk of death, but if he is separated, it is also unbearable for love. Therefore, the ancestor turned into a white feather to suppress the Vermilion Bird's sky fire, which can not only prevent the donor from being separated from the Vermilion Bird, but also protect the donor and Vermilion Bird's safety, and obtain a perfect and good fruit. This is even more of a great fate."

Yi Tianxing had only known that the Tiancao was an extremely powerful treasure before, and then he realized that the Tiancao was so meaningful to him and the little red bird. He secretly checked his body, and then he found that the true energy in his body flowed smoothly, his body temperature was normal, his spirit was clear and qi clear, and he did not feel dizzy and restless a few days ago. When he looked at the little Zhuque, he was also dozing in his arms safely, as usual. He couldn't help but feel inexplicably and said, "You guy has no such deep blessing, and I really dare not accept this treasure."

Master Binku laughed and said, "I really don't know that the donor Yi will be embarrassed." He turned to a serious expression, "The donor misunderstood. Although I gave up this holy object, I am the heart of heaven. I hope that the Vermilion Bird will grow smoothly and bring auspicious Buddha light to this world as soon as possible. Donor should not be polite. But... Although the donor is usually hard to reach for a person, there are only a few top masters who can resist one or two in the last three days. As long as the sect master and the young master do not take action, it should be safe. But in the future, you must be careful when carrying the two extraordinary treasures of the Vermilion Bird Heavenly Cassock."

Yi Tianxing had heard the old monk say that for three days, he had to borrow the Tiancao Robe for use. At this time, he came to his senses and frowned slightly, thinking that this had caused him a big trouble? However, if the Tiancao Robe did not cover the forehead of the little Zhuque, he would not be able to withstand the Turpan high fever - let it be, after all, he thought about it, but he could only bow his head in front of reality and put the little Zhuque into his arms with a thick face.

He knew that the Buddhist disciples had an opportunity, so he stopped thanking him. He just thought secretly that he owed Guiyuan Temple a great favor, and he didn't know how to repay it in the future. Even though Guiyuan Temple really had compassion and helped him hide the matter of carrying the heavenly robes, if the extremely powerful young man in the three days made trouble for Guiyuan Temple, would he have the nerve to stand by and watch?

Thinking of this festival, he looked at Master Binku's compassionate and solemn expression again, and he couldn't help but wonder about the true intention of this monk.

When Yi Tianxing thought of his first involvement in society, he first owed the ancient master, and then owed the old monk Bin Ku. He dragged a string of unrealized bad debts behind his butt. He couldn't help but cursed in his heart: "Ginger is the old, loofah is the old tough, dates are the old, walnut is the old hard, this person... It turns out that he is the oldest, the toughest, the toughest, the hardest... the most cunning."

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Yi Tianxing stayed in the meditation room of Guiyuan Temple that night. He held the little red bird and studied the white hair on its forehead carefully. He felt that the tentacles were cold, but he didn't know how to cast the spell. Thinking that he didn't figure it out, he slipped into the meditation room of Master Binku in the middle of the night, and asked for a long time before he understood the wonderful use of the robe of the day, but he just made the old monk feel depressed.

The next morning, Yi Tianxing kowtowed two heads outside the hut of the back garden, thanking his ancestors for helping him save his life.

He originally wanted to go in and see what the ancestor looked like, and he had a few big questions in his heart to ask for advice. In addition, being entrusted by the ancient master, it seems not good to just kowtow outside. He always had to meet the person in person and talk about the old things in the 1930s. But Master Binku just smiled but refused. The ancestor didn't know if he found something new and stopped talking. Yi Tianxing had to give up. He had just had the idea of ​​sneaking in to see one day in his heart, but suddenly he thought of the blue barrier as strong as a Vajra, and still stuck out his tongue and gave up this tempting idea.

Master Binku personally sent him outside the mountain gate and suddenly sighed: "Now the treasure of this temple has belonged to the donor, please be careful."

Yi Tianxing nodded and responded.

Master Binku said again: "I heard that Donor Yi is from the Gu family?" His eyebrows trembled slightly.

Yi Tianxing frowned slightly and replied: "It can be said that this is exactly what the boy is worried about."

Master Binku sighed, "When the old master of the Gu family lived in the provincial capital a few years ago, he often came to our temple to burn incense and gave very diligently. However, he was a Taoist person and the murder was too serious. This temple really could not make a deep relationship with him. The donor was still young, so he would not make any mistakes in the future."

Yi Tianxing sighed helplessly: "It seems that we have to think of a way to swear this matter cleanly."

The two of them talked a few more words, and Yi Tianxing wanted to leave. Master Binku stopped him and said, "Don't think I'm talking nonsense, but your practice is born from nature. I don't know the rules of monks in this world. You should be more careful. Don't have a body of magical powers for yourself, so you can run rampant."

Yi Tianxing raised his eyebrows and did not respond. In fact, his arrogance is gradually growing in his heart, but he has not noticed it yet.

Master Binku smiled and said, "Now is no longer the time of the Song and Ming dynasties. Science is prosperous and Buddhism is declining. Even if it is somewhat beyond the mortal world's ability, it cannot withstand bullets."

Yi Tianxing smiled, Master Binku knew what this kid was laughing at, and said helplessly: "Even if you can block bullets, what about the rockets?" Yi Tianxing was stunned, and listened to Master Binku's continued: "Rockets can block, how about the missiles? Atomic bombs? Neutral bullets? External bullets?"

Yi Tianxing burst into laughter and knew that although this monk was familiar with the worldly affairs, he was afraid that it was only half-way. He patted the old monk's shoulder and said, "There are bullets in the middle, but what are external bullets? You and I are afraid of the inner ones at most, and the outer ones will not be able to see their power."

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After leaving Guiyuan Temple, Yi Tianxing wanted to call Yuan Ye and ask the company to send a car to pick him up. Suddenly, he thought that he had decided to avoid the matter before. He couldn't help but feel heartbroken and depraved. He was not strong in his will, so he stepped towards the school with a firm heart.

He put his hands behind him and slowly shook his way to the school, enjoying the street scenes of the late Xia Dynasty, reciting Sima Guang's "Training Frugality and Showing Health" in his mouth, and recited Li Shangyin's poem to clear his mind - "It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality... If there are few desires, they will not be employed in things, and they can go straight." ", "Learn at the predecessors' countries and families, success comes from diligence, thrift, failure comes from extravagance"

The unpleasant sounds swayed around the quiet streets and alleys of the provincial capital.

After leaving Guiyuan Temple and heading towards Qili Bridge, there is a good scene. The Fubei River, which is walking through the provincial capital, flows around it. The breeze flows above the water surface, and layers of light patterns are wafting. The green willows are planted on the embankment of Fubei River. The willow trees are extremely lush, and the hanging leaves are numerous and complicated on the shore, reflecting a large area of ​​mottled shadows. Yi Tian walked under the shade of the green, and felt that there were countless servants standing beside him, holding countless green silk fanning as if fanning the wind.

He became more and more proud as he walked, and sighed, "If I were to study here, wouldn't it be better than the custom of the Guo family in the Zao Li family?" It was too early and there was no one nearby, so he was spitting out sour and corrupt words.

Just as he was happy, he found a blind man sitting on a rock by the river in front of him. The blind man held a bamboo banner in his hand and wrote a few big words: "The iron mouth of the ancestors cut off people's future."

Yi Tianxing frowned slightly.

Nowadays, fortune-telling is mostly about guerrilla tactics of shooting one shot and changing the other. Where can there be such a regular army carrying a banner? If the fortune-telling person is holding a bamboo banner, then don’t expect to go into battle lightly. The enemy retreats and we advance. We can only add a few clothes drying racks to the city manager’s family members.

As he got closer, Yi Tianxing saw the blind man wearing blue clothes, sitting as he was sitting in a rock, and his heart moved. He secretly watched the blind man by following the Heart Sutra that he had practiced in Guiyuan Temple for three days and found that a light gray true energy flowed outside the person's body. He was indeed a practitioner and couldn't help but become alert.

"Calling a word." The blind man closed his eyes, but said to Yi Tianxing who was passing by his side.

Yi Tianxing stood up and thought.

Although he was afraid of trouble, he had never seen a practitioner except the ancient master and the monks in Guiyuan Temple. Today, he got the robe in Guiyuan Temple. He met one after leaving the temple gate. He thought with his toes and knew what the person was about. He couldn't help but feel curious and competitive. So he pursed his lips and smiled slightly, and sat down on the stone.

"Sir, Gui Geng this year?"

"The year of Dingsi, month of Jiachen, day of Renyin." Yi Tianxing touched his nose.

"In today's world, there are not many young people who can still remember these old calendars. Although the sir is not old, he seems to have learned a lot in his heart." The blind man said humbly.

Yi Tianxing smiled slightly and said, "I will talk about it later. Since I can't judge the words, chatting will delay your business."

"Sir, please write a good word."

"Since I say I am kind-hearted, then the word "good" would be better." Yi Tianxing laughed.

The blind man's right hand, whose joints protrude, gently touched the bamboo joints of the bamboo banner.

Yi Tianxing's eyelids suddenly jumped, and he felt a soft and cold feeling under him attacking him along the stone. He knew that it was this blind man who was making a ghost, frowned, and pretended to touch his wallet with both hands, but he gently patted the head of the little Zhuque in his arms to show comfort. Then he moved his mind and the true fire in his body quickly moved to resist the strange cold air.

The blind man opened his lips slightly and sighed softly.

Yi Tianxing groaned and found that the cold air handed over by the blind man had become tens of times fierce in an instant. Miaoran, as if Yinghua had fallen from the sky, it seemed to surge towards him! He took a breath of air conditioning and realized that the blind man's momentum when he first started to take action was deliberately concealed, and his true strength was so powerful!

Yi Tianxing was slightly wrong, and a cold current that was frozen into the heart soaked up along the tailbone, killing all the way up, and it was unstoppable, and it frozen the flow of fire in his body in an instant. Yi Tianxing raised his eyebrows, and unexpectedly, this blind man was so capable that he looked at the blind man with a slightly stunned look, and then smiled and placed his hands flat on his knees.

His hands were placed very gently.

It's like two lotus flowers blooming on their knees.

The index fingers of both palms are hooked, and the opposite is opposite, and the tail finger is gently separated from the crowd - this is the handprint of resolving grievances in Buddhism.

As the hand seal was first formed, the fire element in Yi Tianxing's body began to flow happily along his divine thoughts, gradually melting into golden water droplets, and then converging into a stream, and finally injected into a sea of ​​qi between his chest and abdomen...

The cold true energy that the blind man attacked seemed to turn into white snow in the dog days of autumn, and it melted with one touch. The blind man's face changed, and sweat dripped from his forehead gradually emerged. The thick hand holding the bamboo banner controlled it more forcefully, showing a blue-white color.

Yi Tianxing had already guessed where this person came from. Although he was often held by the ancient master and Monk Binku, he was a little afraid of that place, but after all, the young man was angry that he took action without asking the reason, and groaned, silently chanting the Samadhi meditation scripture in his heart. The true essence of fire nature penetrated into the surface of the stone and chased the blind man.

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At this time, the sun is rising and the waning moon has not fallen.

Yi Tianxing and the blind man sat on a big rock, looking at it as if he was calm, but he didn't say anything. The blind man held a bamboo banner and frowned and thought hard, as if he was thinking about calculating the words for Yi Tianxing. How could he know that these two people were fighting that was not within the scope of secular people's understanding?

At this time, some old men and women who were practicing morning exercises came from afar.

Yi Tianxing suddenly stood up and stood up straight, a strange smile flashed across the corner of his lips and asked, "Can it be measured?"

The blind man raised his arm and wiped off the beads of sweat the size of soybeans from his forehead with some difficulty. After a while, he slowly responded: "...unpredictable."

Yi Tianxing looked at his withered and inward eyes and sneered: "I don't know fortune telling, but I still remember Xu Shen's explanation in "Shuowen Jiezi": Good is auspicious."

The blind man's body shook.

Yi Tianxing suddenly smiled slightly again and said, "What a vague existence in Jixiangtian. Why do you have to be involved with me, a poor man in the world? Please tell the noble boy, I have always admired Jixiangtian and I dare not be disrespectful. Please do not misunderstand me." After saying this, he ignored the other party, waved his hand and headed towards the Qiyan Bridge under the morning glow, and the school was there.

The blind man raised his right arm, grabbed the bamboo banner with trembling trembling, and stood up very hard. He flashed his fingers slightly, and the bamboo banner, which was more than five feet tall, turned into a green bamboo stick in his palm. The blind man coughed twice, then leaned on the bamboo stick, and lit the ground with the sound of "tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-
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