The Buddha said: The fate is at your best and blessings are achieved.

But Yi Tianxing didn't believe in the good things that would be good in the world that there would be something to respond to, so when the voice sounded in his mind, he couldn't help but smiled slightly with joy.

"What are you upset about, boy?"

"How are the ancestors doing recently?" For some reason, Yi Tianxing felt an indescribable sense of intimacy towards the monks of He Temple in Guiyuan Temple. He spoke gently, as if he was talking to the air in front of him.

"After hundreds of years, I've gotten used to it." The ancestor's voice was very low, but it was like a bell buzzing constantly in Yi Tianxing's mind.

Yi Tianxing frowned, and the heart sutra in his body was running slowly, keeping the spiritual platform clear, and asked, "The reason why Binku believes that I am a sutra is because you gave me a hint?" He talked in the Zen room before, and Yi Tianxing found that Master Binku himself did not know much about the Buddhist legendary scriptures, and the evidence that he was a sutra was really vague and excessive. The Buddhist host was determined to believe that he was a sutra, so someone or thing gave him enough confidence.

In Guiyuan Temple, only the ancestor who has been in the back garden for hundreds of years can be believed in by Master Binku.

"Not all, you are the preacher of this generation, but I told him your arrival many years ago." The voice of the ancestor sounded: "You are very smart and the monk is very stupid, so he believes whatever I say."

"I don't believe that I am a preacher, but I am a lustful person." Yi Tianxing shook his head with a wry smile.

"Why have my ancestors been taking good care of the boy? You are a Buddhist master. I still can't figure out whether I am a monster or something."

"God? Monster?" The ancestor's voice suddenly burst into laughter, but he couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in his laughter.

When Yi Tianxing heard this laughter, his heart felt sad for some reason, as if he felt the sad past of this great power person opposite him.

His heart suddenly moved, frowned and looked at the small thatched hut, thinking of a problem he had never thought about before. After he learned from the ancient master that there was a master living in Guiyuan Temple, he always thought that this master was practicing here, and later met Master Binku. Although this old monk may not be very kind-hearted, he could see that he was not a person with a sinister intention. Therefore... he always thought that this ancestor was practicing methods such as the dead-mouthed Zen, like many monks in the history of Buddhism. But now when he thinks about it carefully, he looks at the powerful Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle, and thinks of another possibility in his heart.

"Are you locked up here?" Yi Tianxing didn't dare to say this, but just thought in his heart, hoping that his ancestors could hear it.

It seemed as if the other party heard it, and the sound in his mind disappeared for a long time.

"Yes, it's been more than five hundred years." The ancestor's voice was a little sharp and trembling.

Yi Tianxing didn't expect that he could hit the nail on the head, and he was shocked. He had seen the means of his ancestors. He could turn the ancient master from a mortal into a master in the world in one sentence, and turn the treasure robes of Guiyuan Temple, the temple-town temple, into a pinch of silver feathers on the forehead of the Vermillion Bird... Such a person with great supernatural powers would be locked up, and... it has been five hundred years!

Yi Tianxing was still playing the scattered lotus seat by the lake, but his legs were shaking uncontrollably. What kind of existence is the person who could lock up this ancestor? Is it a god or a Buddha?

Then who is this ancestor?

"Don't think about who I am." The ancestor's voice sounded again, "Boy, are you afraid that others will think you are a monster? If that's the case, then you are really a scum among monsters."

Yi Tianxing slowly woke up from the shock, his mind moved, and said in a trembling voice: "Oncestor, these monks in Guiyuan Temple cannot hold you back."

"Nonsense, when I was making a big fuss in the world, these monks were not born yet." The ancestor seemed very angry when he heard him say this, "How many people can lock me up in the world?"

Yi Tianxing calmed down his mind and touched his nose: "Oncestor, are you... also a monster?" He asked very carefully in his mind.

The ancestor smiled and said, "Yes, I am the strongest monster ever, I have any surprises or fears?"

Yi Tianxing smiled and said sneered: "If I don't agree to Monk Binku, I will become the monster that Jixiangtian said tomorrow. What's there to be afraid of? At most, you are an old monster, I am a little monster, or a young and golden monster."

"Why don't you agree? The spreader of the scriptures has a high status in the Hidden Sect of the Buddha Sect." The ancestor who claimed to be the strongest monster in history seemed a little confused. "I remember that we could eat everywhere at that time without any money."

Yi Tianxing grabbed the loophole in his words, and a cold light shot in his eyes, and asked, "Oncestor, are you, are you also a scripture preacher?"
Chapter completed!