The morning breeze from Guiyuan Temple gently blew on Yi Tianxing's face, and he gradually woke up from the meditation he had started last night.

It's like a dream, really waking up.

He looked at a hut on the other side of the lake with a hut thatched hut that was not far away, and a strange feeling surged in his heart: Last night it was Nan Ke Yimeng, or did he really recognize an ancestor? He touched his left two fingers with his left hand and formed a Buddha's heart handprint. The Heart Sutra was slowly moving, and he tried to explore the hut thatched hut.

A buzzing sound was whistling.

The light green demon-subduing circle outside the hut showed its shape at an extremely fast speed when Yi Tianxing's spiritual consciousness touched it, and it was lost again, making it difficult for the naked eye to see clearly.

However, Yi Tianxing was hit like a hammer in his sea of ​​consciousness, and felt a little bored in his chest and almost injured.

He sighed and did not dare to try again, so he waited for the newly recognized master to speak. He didn't know how long he had been waiting, but the hut was always quiet. The new master, who seemed a little noisy last night, was quiet like a mute at this time.

Yi Tianxing waited for a long time and finally gave up and knew that his master didn't want to pay attention to him.

But this made him have a very strange idea.

"Did I really just have a dream last night?" I sat alone by the lake, and the man in the hut couldn't get out, and he couldn't get in... Since I recognized a master, wouldn't it be like not having a master?

Yi Tianxing often sees in some writings of contemporary scientists: When we cannot observe and cannot affect all our behaviors, it is a world we do not need to understand. For observers, these worlds do not exist...

What about this person in the hut? Although I know that he is very strong and I vaguely realize that he has no malice towards him, but if I can't touch him, wouldn't it be like everything last night... really like a dream?

Yi Tianxing stood up in a daze.

But I feel that something has changed differently from before last night.

This change was more fully reflected after Master Binku stood quietly beside him. He returned to his unrestrained mentality when he first arrived at the provincial capital. The shadow of the auspicious sky and the burden of the Buddha sect seemed to have become less important at this moment. After all, he heard someone telling himself with his own ears: There are really gods in this world...

God? Since this student from the county town knows that there are gods in the world, then when facing these mortals, even those cultivators among mortals, can they be afraid of going? It's like a young man is always afraid of remembering his deeds and teachers when he is studying in school, but once he understands that there are crimes in this world, fired, etc.... Even more important than remembering his deeds and teachers, who cares about his own troubles in school?

"Why should I call Brother Yi and the donor or the lay Buddhist?"

Yi Tianxing smiled slightly and replied, "It's the same for calling anything."

Master Binku smiled slightly and said, "The layman is indeed a destined person."

Yi Tianxing suddenly had the idea of ​​making fun of the old monk: "Is the Buddhist rule that has been passed on for thousands of years?"

“That’s right.”

"All this is Buddha's fate?"

“That’s right.”

"Why do you have to worry about whether I agree to it if I agree? The Buddha has thousands of methods. If it is my blessing, even if I don't agree to you at this time, I will eventually convert to the great way in the future."

Bin was stunned and said, "The layman is right."

"The porridge in Guiyuan Temple is too light. I'll give me two bowls of vegetarian noodles you and Ye Xiang eat every day. I didn't eat well in the detention center yesterday." Yi Tianxing said as he raised his hands and headed towards the Zen room, leaving behind the surprise Master Binku, the chairman of Guiyuan Temple.

Yi Tianxing ate two large bowls of vegetarian noodles in the Zen room, then looked at Ye Xiangseng standing beside him, and suddenly laughed: "Senior Brother Ye Xiang, the big handprint he played with last night was shining brightly. When will I have time to teach me both hands?"

Ye Xiangseng should have been instructed by Master Binku, and no longer had a verbal dispute with this distinguished guest of the Buddhist sect. He smiled faintly and said, "Of course, this is no problem. Mr. Yi has already understood the convenient methods of our temple. Big hand seals are just external methods. I will copy a few formulas for you later."

Yi Tianxing was amazed: "Senior Brother Ye Xiang has really become a monk now, and he is much more pleasing to him than when wearing a white cassock."

Ye Xiangseng prayed to the Buddha's name, but his face was expressionless, but he was so annoyed in his heart that the young man in front of him was not sure why his master looked at him so differently.

Master Binku smiled and said, "Mr. Yi has lived in the temple these days. In the afternoon, I will call the monk to inform the people of Jixiang. After more than last month, after the people from the Meiling Grass House in the North Dharma Gate and the South Lingyin Meiling House will be able to receive the Dharma protector's plaque."

"It sounds very complicated." Yi Tianxing scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "Not mentioning those, what kind of rank is this guardian?

Master Binku smiled and replied, "The guardian of the mountain gate is just saying to the insider."

"It is to say something about the spreader? Then what will be the treatment of the guardian of the mountain gate in the future?" Yi Tianxing became interested.

Bin shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Practicing the Dharma is the great way, and external things do not linger. I have no way to answer what the layman said."

Yi Tianxing laughed and said, "I knew that you were a monk who used the Dharma protector to scare outsiders. I guess the Buddhist sect has not said this for many years. Let's do this..." He pursed his lips and said, "When I come to you Guiyuan Temple to make vegetarian food again, I can't use this to deal with me anymore."

Although Binku has great worldly wisdom, he has lived in an ancient temple for a long time and is not good at these bickering things. Thinking that he is telling the truth, he couldn't help but wonder: "Is this vegetarian noodles bad?"

Yi Tianxing smiled and said, "It tastes good. I can also eat this vegetarian soybean oil, but wouldn't it be more beautiful if a few chopped green onions can be sprinkled with a large soup bowl of silver shredded noodles?"

He just said it casually, but Master Binku looked embarrassed.

"It's not like eating dog meat." Yi Tianxing was confused by his expression and asked quietly: "A few chopped green onions make it so difficult for you, a monk temple like this?"

Ye Xiangseng, who had been standing quietly by, finally couldn't stand the tired boy Lai's expression, and responded in a rough voice, "The disciple of Shi Zong is not ru..."

Yi Tianxing was stunned for a moment before he woke up. He had read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but he forgot about this matter. He couldn't help but slam his forehead and apologize: "I'm sorry, I forgot about onions, garlic and other things, and can't eat them."

Yi Tianxing is not a fool, not an ED patient, nor a martyrdom, so he loves beauties, like AV, loves Leilei, is as greedy as his red bird son, and loves the colorful world he lives in. Therefore, it is impossible to make him a monk for the rest of his life.

He crossed his legs and lay on the bamboo chair in the Zen temple, sucking a few sips of warm tea, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, looking at it, but his mind seemed to be very leisurely, but his mind was faster than the car wheels on the road outside Guiyuan Temple. After all, there was a broken-legged Xiao Xiao in the provincial university hospital, and Yuan Ye was afraid that he was also anxious, not to mention that he had not called his dear Leilei for a long time.

"How to get rid of this situation?" He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the gentleness and softness of the morning sunlight. "If I want to live a normal life, I will definitely not be able to fight Jixiangtian. Even if I cannot win with my abnormal physique, I will not have any danger of life. But if I am always entangled with the other party, the life of this ordinary person is over. What's more...what if I am imprisoned by Jixiangtian's people? Just like Master, this perverted old monster..."

Thinking of this section, he couldn't help but shivered and was locked up for five hundred years. Fuck! This is something that is absolutely not allowed to happen. Even if he can endure for five hundred years, Leilei's wife will have long turned into a skeleton in five hundred years. The red pink skeleton may be the same in the eyes of the peerless monk, but he does not have that kind of wise eyes.

Since there is no way out for fighting with Jixiangtian, we have to negotiate, just like a negotiation in the gangsters in the provincial capital. Yi Tianxing slightly raised his eyes, recalled the godfather he had seen, thought about how Lord Mario arranged the negotiations of those gangs in the United States, and finally came to a conclusion that the so-called negotiation means first removing the other party's righteousness and then fighting for the two sides.

In this way, first of all, people in Jixiangtian should not think of themselves as monsters. Secondly, they should make their background strong enough so that there is a possibility of negotiation.

To achieve these two goals, there is the best way to get in front of you, which is to use the name of Guiyuan Temple to put on a dress for the protector of the Buddha Sect, and then put out millions of monks across the country to pretend to be their younger brothers and force Jixiangtian's chief minister to talk to him.

Of course, since I had the shameless idea of ​​dumping Guiyuan Temple afterwards, I could not let these monks exert too much effort, otherwise I would also feel that there was something wrong with my character.

"You can't let the monk help me fight, so how should I talk about it?" Yi Tianxing habitually raised his eyes again. At this moment, the sun shone on his eyes and made a different dizzy through his eyelashes. A memory came from somewhere in his mind, which seemed to be rising naturally. He was surprised to find that he knew the master in the hut. He lost a bet with an aunt and was locked up for five hundred years... Bet?
Chapter completed!