Ye Xiangseng was speechless.

"I don't want to teach you? Then teach me the Great Compassion Mantra that your brothers played. A row of monks sang neatly, which is really quite intimidating." Yi Tianxing smiled and said, "When I was in the county town, I thought about learning Sanskrit, but when I arrived at the provincial town, I was delayed by these things."

He actually had many questions in his heart, but he was so lazy. Since he knew that he would definitely have an explanation after seeing Bin's misery, he replied with a scoundrel expression.

The car slowly drove into Guiyuan Temple in the dark.

As soon as Yi Tianxing entered the back garden, he took a deep breath and sighed: "I finally feel safe."

"Unsecurity." Master Binku, who had been waiting in the Zen room, smiled and said, "It's just beginning."

"The Buddha is not moved, and there is no beginning or end." Yi Tianxing escaped from the pain of prison, and was not in a state of help from Guiyuan Temple to turn against Jixiangtian. He was a little grateful to the old monk and deeply reached the ground.

Master Binku smiled slightly, led him into the meditation room, and said, "Do you have many things to ask me?"

Yi Tianxing nodded.

"The layman is a destined person."

Yi Tianxing heard the monk call him a layman for the second time tonight, and he was slightly embarrassed and kept calm in his heart: "How can I be destined to be?"

"The layman went to the back garden of Guiyuan Temple without using his skills. It was obvious that it was protected by God. This was a fate. Under a misunderstanding, he was saved by his ancestors who did not care about worldly affairs. This was the second fate. The layman carried the sacred object, the outer fire of the Vermilion Bird, and if he did not practice the convenient Buddhist teachings of this temple, he would be at risk of his death. This was the three fates. The treasure robes of this temple were planted on the forehead of the Vermilion Bird to suppress the fire of the sky. From then on, he would never leave the layman, which was the four fates."

Yi Tianxing sincerely asked, "What fate do I have with Buddhism?"

"I'm just guessing that after all, it has not been seen in the history of Buddhism for hundreds of years..." Master Binku said with a strict face: "In the history of Buddhism, there is no father or mother, who comes from outside, and he learns great wisdom without a teacher... If nothing unexpected happens, the layman responds to this truth, and he should be the one who preaches the scriptures in Buddhism."

"What is a spreader?" Yi Tian was stunned.

"Please read these scriptures." Master Binku said: "With the wisdom of the layman, you will definitely be able to realize it."

Leaving these obscure words, Master Binku stood up and left, leaving Yi Tianxing and a few books next to the futuan that he was thinking hard and could not understand.

Yi Tianxing picked up the books and found that it was a mess, with all kinds of books, namely "The Record of the Three Treasures of the Western Regions of Xuanzang of the Great Tang Dynasty", "History of the Nanshan Vinaya School", "Amitabha Sutra", and "Five Mahayana Sutra"

Even if such a book that seemed to be unrelated was placed in front of him, Yi Tianxing had no idea, picked it up but put it down. At this moment, for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense in his heart, turned his head and looked towards the direction of the small thatched hut behind Guiyuan Temple.

At this moment, the voice of the ancestor sounded in his heart, a sneer.

A sneer of extreme resentment, anger, and regret.

The moonlight shone on the meditation room of Guiyuan Temple, clear and beautiful. Yi Tianxing sat cross-legged on the futon in the meditation room holding a slightly yellow scripture and slowly read it. The ink traces on the pages are like night, which makes people feel peaceful in their hearts. The scriptures are profound, mysterious thoughts are distant, and the reality and reality are intertwined. His mind is a bit riddled with a sense of wandering outside.

These scriptures are all the essence of Buddhism, but they do not involve mysterious methods of practice.

Yi Tianxing read carefully, and as Tang Sanzang went west and returned east, savoring the Buddha's sayings from the great master of Kumarajiva, he vaguely felt that he seemed to follow Master Bodhidharma at the entrance of the snow-covered cave in Shaoshi Mountain, looking at the broken-armed boy named Huike...

“What is a scripture preacher?”

He asked himself in his heart, and the wrinkled old monk in front of him.

Monk Binku shook his head and said without saying a word, "Laby, what do you think of these scriptures in common?"

Yi Tianxing said: "All of them were written by great masters of a generation or translated from Western lands."

"What are the similarities between these great masters?"

Yi Tianxing frowned and replied after a while: "Master Sanzang was born in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Master Bodhidharma crossed the river during the Southern Dynasties. Kumarajiva came from Kucha from the Kingdom of Kucha during the Later Qin Dynasty. When Monk Shenxiu was 80 years old, An Lushan entered Chang'an. What do these people have in common?" He read a lot since he was a child. Although he did not know much about these Buddhist monks, he still remembered some general things clearly.

Monk Binku smiled slightly and said, "Actually... they are all scripture preachers."

"The spreader of the scriptures?" Yi Tianxing was shocked, and he thought of Monk Binku saying that he was also a spreader of the scriptures, and his mind was a little confused, "What spreader of the scriptures? I don't understand."

"Whenever the Dharma is declining and the world is in chaos, my Buddha is compassionate and will bring down the power of great virtues, wander around the world, and teach the world with the meaning of Buddhist scriptures. The so-called preacher of this great virtue is the so-called preacher."

Yi Tianxing was not a very human being. He was a little surprised before, but he had already replied calmly and asked with a smile: "Passing the scriptures and seeking scriptures is not a filming Journey to the West. So what can I do if I say that I have too much gossip?"

Monk Binku smiled and replied: "The layman still loves to laugh. Do you know that the ancestor Bodhidharma has been facing the wall for ten years before the stars of my Zen Buddhism were passed down; in the Tang Dynasty, the people's hearts were settled, and the world was uneasy. Master Sanzang went west to India and returned for more than ten years; during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, the Sixth Patriarch Huineng was born in Meiling, but he was almost forgotten. It was entirely up to the Seventh Patriarch God to show off his preaching in Chang'an Xuanfa, and fought with the Northern Sect for decades before he decided to establish the orthodox..."

Yi Tianxing quickly waved his hand to stop his long-term words. He naturally knew that what the old monk Binku said was the biggest case in the history of Zen. To put it bluntly, it was just that several monks were fighting there, who was the Buddha's authentic grandson... He naturally did not dare to say this in front of Binku. After all, no matter what, after he came to the provincial capital, he accepted the love of the old monk and received a lot of help from the other party. This superficial respect must be paid attention to.

"Okay, even though these are the Buddhist preachers admired by all the people in Buddhism, whenever Buddhism declines, the Buddhist preachers will emerge and rise up..." Yi Tianxing suddenly felt that his idiom was inappropriate. He seemed to regard these Buddhist legends as Chen Sheng and Wu Guang first-rate, but he didn't change his words. He laughed and said: "Spread Buddhism all over the world, and pass the world to the other side in the sea of ​​suffering... But..."

"But..." A trace of inexplicable expression flashed between his eyebrows, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at the old monk opposite him, "What does this have to do with me?"

"I said the eve before. You are the preacher of the scriptures in this world."

The three words "The Master" were deeply embedded in Yi Tianxing's mind like a wedge. Even if he wanted to get rid of it, he seemed unable to do so. He shook his head, made himself look as relaxed as possible, and asked slowly with a smile: "Master, are you saying. Am I a born monk in this world?"

"You can also say that." Master Binku smiled slightly, "This is a natural fate, and it is the three-life fate between the layman and my Buddhist school."

Yi Tianxing asked directly: "Tell me some reasons that can convince me."

"Can the layman have a kind mother? "Bin Ku lowered his head slightly.

Yi Tianxing was stunned, and then heard the old monk who was increasingly disliked and asked.

"Can lay Buddhists have strict fathers to teach you?"

"Does the layman know where he comes from?"

"Can the layman know why he is born with such great supernatural powers in his body?"

"Why can lay Buddhists understand the mysterious Zen method by practicing Buddhist scriptures?"
Chapter completed!