The blind man with a green bamboo stick walked very hard. After a while, he came to an ancient yard west of the provincial capital. He gently pushed open the yard door and walked in. It was a bit strange. The blind man avoided the main hall and went in, but instead entered a small bungalow on the side of the three-story building in the courtyard.

After entering the small bungalow, the blind man whispered to the servants to prepare some ice cubes and a large bucket of cold water. After sitting for a while, he entered the bathroom. He poured the ice into the large bucket of cold water, and made a few sounds. The clear and cool water quickly washed the ice cubes, and the coolness filled the room. Even in the turn of ninety-year-old weather, it made people feel unstoppable.

The blind man seemed to be unable to feel these.

He put the green bamboo stick next to the bucket, groped and took off his clothes, revealing his skinny but flushed body, and then slowly slid into the ice water.

Only a sneer was heard.

It turned out like a piece of red cast iron was soaked in cold water. The water vapor in the wooden barrel sprayed, and a hint of pain appeared on the blind man's face. After careful look, he found that his eyebrows and the beginning had been curled up by the fire.

After soaking for a long time, the blind man still coughed.

He frowned and sighed: "It's amazing."

After a sigh, the blind man pinched a sword technique in the big wooden barrel, and used his skills cross-legged. He touched the edge of the barrel with his left hand and held the clear green bamboo stick tightly, as if using the aid of the spiritual energy contained in the bamboo stick.

It took him a long time to force all the true fire energy that was running around in his body out of his body. His body, which was originally burned by fire, gradually returned to his usual pale color. His hair, which was forced into Yi Tianxing's body, was gradually smoothed down.

At this time, the cold water that had been brewing bones before began to keep steaming.

The blind man used external forces to force Yi Tianxing to force out the heat and poison left in his body. Although he was relieved of being grilled by the heart fire, his fatigue was still emerging, and he looked depressed. He cleaned up and slowly walked out of the kitchen with a green bamboo stick, and walked into the small building with difficulty in walking Lao Chen's footsteps.

"Uncle Zhu." Several people in the small building saluted him.

One of the black little men was covered in evil spirits. When he saw Uncle Zhu’s face haggard, he frowned.

"Zong Si, are you here?" The blind uncle Zhu turned his head slightly and listened, and suddenly said, "You guys go out first, I have something to report to the young master."

Going to the second floor.

"Why is Uncle Zhu going to the danger alone?" The young man who seemed to like standing barefoot was wearing a snow-white dress today and looked at Piao Ran Ruoxian. He stood at the window without looking back, but his voice showed a little concern.

Uncle Zhu sighed and replied, "I got the spiritual consciousness last night, so I just started to do a little more divination and found that the robe of heaven was possessed. The young master did the test too late last night, so I couldn't disturb him. I took the initiative to go and investigate, but unexpectedly I met the student."

"Yi Tianxing?" The young master turned around and frowned. His eyebrows were extremely thin. He bent his way out and the beautiful circle came. After turning around, he found that Uncle Zhu's expression was wrong and asked him to sit down and speak lightly.

"It's that person."

The young master pondered for a while and said, "As far as the days before, the fire spirit in his body was raging and he did not know the method of practice, so he should gradually burn and die of fire."

"I don't know what kind of adventure he had, but he was still jumping around." Uncle Zhu blinked his deep eyes and smiled bitterly: "But I felt something when I was facing him, and the sky robe should be on him."

The young master concentrated slightly. Sizhu understood what happened to Yi Tianxing for a while. He smiled slightly and asked, "Uncle Zhu fought with him, but was he injured?"

Uncle Zhu bowed slightly and said, "That's right, the fire spirit in the young man's body is really amazing, even more powerful than Haorantian's old fire master's true essence. The subordinate was not careful for a moment, and was attacked by the fire master and suffered some minor injuries."

The young master gently moved his barefoot to Uncle Zhu, squatted down slowly, and gently placed a finger like a green onion on Uncle Zhu's wrist. After closing his eyes and concentrating for a while, he slowly said: "It seems to be strong but it is weak, and the number of meridians is mixed with solid meridians... Uncle Zhu is wrong."

Uncle Zhu turned his head slightly and listened.

"The true fire in the student's body is extremely strong. If you are an ordinary person, you can attack it with ice cold. It is indeed the right way. But that boy is born strange and cannot be counterattacked by his fire element. The true energy in your body is still in a cold state. The two are mixed together, and the damage is particularly great." The young master stood up and said softly: "You should use the wooden door that you are best at. Even if you lose, you will not be injured like this."

Uncle Zhu smiled and replied, "The old guy really can't turn his mind sometimes."

The young master also smiled gently and said, "You should rest first, I'll go and see the magical powers of Yi Tianxing."

Uncle Zhu suddenly showed a nervous look on his face, and he turned his head and said hurriedly: "Young Master, how can you take risks easily?"

The young master walked to the window, looked at the houses across the street, the branches on the street, and the people walking as usual, sighed quietly: "Growing up in the mountains since I was a child, the elders in the sect praised me for being smart and the fastest entry in three days and sixty years. Speaking of the position of the sect leader in the future, I will take over... I was going to enter the world to practice, and you and my father did not agree. Now I have lived in this secular city for two years. I have seen things I have never seen in the mountains before, and I feel the fresh breath that we can never feel in the door, and my cultivation is growing day by day. If you want to be born, you should enter the world first..."

After saying such a long paragraph of words that seemed to have nothing to do with the previous topic, he suddenly changed his mind: "Since Yi Tianxing can hurt you, it seems that he is indeed an opponent. I am not a combative person, I am just a little curious about him."

"That day's cassock?" Uncle Zhu frowned and said, "This matter should be reported to the sect leader."

"Didn't you have reported the letter to your father a few days ago?"

Only then did Uncle Zhu realize that all his private actions fell into the eyes of the young master.

The young master glanced at him and said, "Don't panic. There are two good news, and there is a bad news to tell you. The good news is that Lin Bo from Taiwan has set out, passes through Hong Kong, then attends a forum in Shanghai, and then comes to the provincial capital. There is also good news that Zong Si has come with the Goblin Fire obtained from Kunlun by Shuimen..." He paused for a moment and said, "The bad news is that Mo Sha did not follow him this time for some reason."

Uncle Zhu said relievedly: "Since that's the case, the sky robe is not an urgent thing, so this matter can be slowed down for a while."

The young master shook his head and said, "A few days ago, my father scolded me and said that it is strictly forbidden to touch Guiyuan Temple. I don't understand that the monks in Guiyuan Temple are just so powerful, so how can they make my father and the old sect leader so afraid? If Guiyuan Temple really has great supernatural powers, I want to see the boy named Yi, see what he can do, and let Monk Binku give him the robes with both hands!"

In fact, this young man who is as icy as snow has a secret in his heart.

He gently snatched the carved nanmu eyes on the windowsill with his hands, his feet slightly tiptoed, and his snow-white barefoot was gently shaking.

He thought of the book he had secretly seen in his father's room when he was on the mountain when he was a child. It was left by the first sect leader. The book was full of regret, sadness, and reluctance to be lost.

The old sect leader who had lasted three days was from Kunlun. He practiced on the top of the snow-capped mountain for decades, inheriting the sky frost and ground fire, and cultivating a shocking cultivation... But the book records that it seems that when the old sect leader encountered a big event after going down the mountain, he had the idea to organize for three days, and then lost that his cultivation was too far away from a certain existence, so he gave up on himself.

He didn't think so, but after his father took over as the sect leader, he held the booklet and read it for three days, hurried down the mountain, not knowing where he went, and then returned seriously injured.

From then on, my father was depressed. Although he was obviously of high cultivation and could not find a rival in the world, he lived indifferently in the deep mountains.

He was dissatisfied, so he read the booklet again, and then remembered a place and a sentence.

Guiyuan Temple.

"After ten years of secret practice, the Vermillion Bird flew straight up to three days."

Could it be that the origin of the name Three Days is because of this sentence?

The young master couldn't figure it out.

So after his cultivation level improved, he asked to go down the mountain to practice in the world. He ignored the rules of Jixiangtian’s escape from the world to refine weapons, and came to the provincial capital. Then he found a false reason to ask for the Tianka-sack - he wanted to see what was in Guiyuan Temple.

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When the young master was facing the faint blue sky in the old house, he kept thinking about the secrets in Guiyuan Temple, Yi Tianxing had already returned to school. He was lying on the small terrace behind a church, facing the same faint blue sky, thinking about the amazing ancestor in the back mountain of Guiyuan Temple.

This class is a history of foreign literature. He randomly responded to the inquiries of his classmates and ran out secretly. He taught this type of airplane building, behind the huge main building, there was still a two-story building connected to the main building. Yi Tianxing moved a chair from the study room of the small building, and sat next to the terrace, dazed.

Behind a teaching building is the library. The two buildings are densely packed with towering trees. These trees grow like a tantrum before autumn actually arrives. Large pieces of leaves cover the grass downstairs, stretching out the branches and leaves, either thick or tender, everywhere, and some have reached the terrace of the teaching building, as if they want to play with the last madness before the fallen leaves in the golden autumn.

There were some student couples who were not afraid of life and death on the grass downstairs hugging each other, showing their love into a video in broad daylight. Yi Tianxing lowered his head and peeped with a very ambiguous smile on his face, and then gently placed his right hand on the edge of the terrace.

There are a row of branches hanging on the edge of the terrace, the very thin and tender.

He gently touched the branches and leaves with his index finger, feeling the fresh breath of life above.

The blue sky and white clouds are above, and the sound of calligraphy is behind. Yi Tianxing's eyes seem to be closed but not closed. He formed a handprint on his left hand. The cold air remaining in his body was slowly forced out by the Wuming meditation method, and slowly spit it along the slender index finger towards the branches.

The big tree seemed to have the ability to breathe innately. The extremely thin and tender branches were frozen by the cold, but they did not become frozen and crisp, and they were still placed on the terrace.

I don't know how long it took, Yi Tianxing opened his eyes, vented a turbid breath, looked at the thin branches on his index finger and said softly, then picked up his schoolbag and went downstairs. He didn't know that shortly after he left a teaching building, the lawn on the grass near the big tree was gradually cleared, and the cold suddenly fell. In the deep frost, there were white dew and white dew, and countless frozen mandarin ducks were frozen.

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When I returned to the dormitory, I realized that someone had come to find me.

Yi Tianxing tilted his head and thought for a while, and went to the doorman to spend 50 cents to call Yuan Ye. Yuan Ye was a little surprised, but Yi Tianxing replied unexpectedly that he had not called, and then he invited "Dong Yi" to take the time to inspect the work of Pengfei Industry and Trade. Yi Tianxing was at this time by Guiyuan Temple. At this time, he was in Guiyuan Temple for three days. He could play "meteorological weapons" and blind man who could play "Xuanming Divine Palm" and made him dizzy. In addition, he had not thought about the affairs of the Gu family clearly, so he quickly replied to him and hung up the phone.

Don't know who is here to find me?

He thought about it and suddenly felt the aluminum box in his schoolbag jump twice, and then he smiled and remembered that little guy.

Walking through the staff canteen, he came to Nanyuan, which was still under construction. Nanyuan was far from as beautiful as described in the admissions notice, but was also a large construction site full of mud ponds. It was the time for workers to take a lunch break. In the corner of one side of the construction site, under the locust trees, it was particularly quiet.

Yi Tianxing was careful whether anyone was paying attention to him and took the little Vermilion Bird out of the aluminum lunch box in vain.

He looked at the red bird with his small black eyes swaying on his bones and laughed: "It seems that the ancestors of Guiyuan Temple have given you some benefits, and they can actually fly."

The little red bird tilted its head and rolled its eyes upwards.

Yi Tianxing was dumbfounded and thought to himself that you beast, actually put on a contemptuous look like a human being. He secretly taught the little beast a lesson, but forgot that he was the father of this "little beast".

"Well, you can fly now. You have inherited steel and iron bones from my dad. I don't think you are afraid of any bird of prey hunters. You must not be willing to stay in the small box every day. Oh, I'm so upset for you. Let's do this, you'll just play outside in the future, just remember not to play with fire everywhere. Your dad, I don't want to be a volunteer firefighter. Well... Of course, I still have to come back to report to me every day, and you don't have to stay at night! If you're hungry and want to eat some fire milk, go back to your dad, and you will be held to sleep." Yi Tianxing discussed to the little red bird seriously.

"Gugu..."

"This sound is really not very nice. I blame me and I will let your mother teach you again in the future." Yi Tianxing laughed shamelessly.

"Gugugugu..."

Yi Tianxing raised his eyebrows and said, "Go. Just remember, if you encounter a powerful character, don't pay attention to anything and just run away for me, do you hear it?"

The little red bird tilted its neck and its vermilion feathers were slightly shaking, as if it was indicating that it understood.

It screamed intimately at Yi Tianxing, and then it was extremely unskilled to flew towards the locust tree with its small wings that had not yet completely faded. It flew to the branches of the locust tree, grabbed a thin branch with its little feet, stopped on it, twisted its little head with a trace of silvery white in the red, looked around, and looked quite proud.

Yi Tianxing pointed at it below and cursed, "The name of Baiyan Queer is really worthy of you. He ran away just after saying that? You have to show a little reluctance? People have personality, and monsters must also have monsters."

With the word "demon" exit, Yi Tianxing seemed to think of something, lowered his head and fell into silence.

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The blazing midday sunshine in Danan Garden of the province shines on the boy under the locust trees.

"Dad, I don't want to be a monster." The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at the little red bird curiously looking around on the branches and said softly: "But, I have discovered a big problem in practicing Buddhism in Guiyuan Temple these days."

He didn't care whether the little red bird could understand it or not, and he was nagging on his own.

"The Heart Sutra and Lankavatara Sutra are clearly explained in these scriptures, and all kinds of realms are also understood. Now the fire element is running freely in my body, but... but according to the Buddhist practice method, the true element should flow through the meridians, so why can't I find the Laoshi meridian? What about the Zifu Xuhai? According to the Heart Sutra method, my father carefully checked his body like a forensic doctor, but he still couldn't find it." "He smiled bitterly, "It would be fine if it was a physical problem, but why did the true element run freely in my body without any hindrance? It was like my whole body, and there was no such person in the world? I almost suspected that I was a human-shaped fire spitter!"

He waved to the little red bird on the branch.

The little red bird flew back obediently.

Yi Tianxing looked at the cute it, scratched his head and sighed, "Actually, I should have understood it long ago. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, you still ran out of my body. Can a guy who gave birth to a big stupid bird be a monster?"

He had already noticed this problem when he was reciting in Guiyuan Temple. He was about to ask about the pain of Bin, but the old monk took him to the Arhat Hall. He was happy to see the Buddha, but forgot about it for a moment. At this moment, he suddenly thought of this huge problem and couldn't help but wonder.

Yi Tianxing has been confused about his identity for the past seventeen years. When he was young, he thought that he would be a demon. After meeting the ancient grandfather, he slightly resolved his heart. After entering Guiyuan Temple, he even thought that he was a practitioner and was not special. He did not expect that after practicing a few Buddhist mental methods, he encountered a knot that was difficult to understand. He did not dare to talk to others about such things, so he had to keep complaining to his Vermilion Bird BB.

"I don't want to be a monster. The monster has no good ending in the world." Yi Tianxing looked at Zhuque's bright eyes and said seriously: "More importantly, monsters don't have a good marriage. You see, White Snake is very profound and virtuous, and can earn money for the Xu family, but he is almost divorced by the Xu family Xiaobai. Although your Leilei mother is a bright and wise man, she cannot guarantee that she will not be confused. We can't give her a chance to make mistakes, right?"

He spread his palms, and the little red bird flew up with its wings.
Chapter completed!