The Second Department of Provincial City Chapter 45: The Reclusive Immortal (Part 2)

  The thermometer hasn't been used for a long time, hehe, it's my fault, sorry.

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  The three people in the Zen room didn't react at first, they just looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

  The little sparrow was drawn by that force, flying extremely mysteriously and rapidly towards the outside of the room.

  Yi Tianxing let out a strange cry, and with a burst of energy, he leapt off the sickbed, his hand reaching out to grab the small Zhuque in mid-air. However, despite his swift movement, he only managed to grasp at empty air. Enraged, he forgot about his frail body and kicked the bedframe with all his might, causing it to collapse with a loud crash. His entire body flew out horizontally, chasing after the bird's shadow.

  The little sparrow struggled in the air, flapping its wings, seemingly trying to break free from the control of that force, but alas, the disparity in strength was too great. A few fluffy feathers floated down, and the bird's body flew out of the meditation room along the corridor and into the back garden.

  Yi Tianxing watched in shock and anger, his heart aching as he bit his lip. His body lingered in mid-air, unable to descend, as his right hand transformed into an iron claw that grasped the corner of the wooden door of the meditation room. His entire body drew a semicircular arc in mid-air as he tightly pursued the small Zhuque, which was beyond its control. Unexpectedly, Yi Tianxing's speed increased, and the force propelling the small Zhuque forward grew even faster. Yi Tianxing's head brushed against the beam of the corridor as he stretched out his hand to grab it, but still missed by a few fingers.

  The next moment, the little Zhu Que let out a mournful cry, and its power seemed to increase even more. Its speed suddenly accelerated, bursting through the air's resistance with a sharp whistling sound, and it shot towards the back garden at a velocity that was extremely difficult for the naked eye to follow.

  Yi Tian's heart suddenly felt a chill, although he vaguely guessed that the master of this power was the voice he had been searching for, but seeing his small Zhuque being manipulated like this made him inexplicably furious.

  Under his anger, the hard work of the past three days finally paid off.

  Yi Tian Xing's body was still in the empty corridor, his hands quickly retreated to his waist and abdomen, forming a hand seal at an incredible speed. His middle finger and thumb lightly touched, and his hands reversed and placed, forming a Lotus Child Hand Seal. The fire element in his body suddenly awakened with a loud whoosh, his divine sense stirred, and the true energy sank rapidly from between his eyebrows, then burst out violently from the skin on his lower legs.

  Whoosh!

  Yi Tianxing's legs ignited as he ran, his entire body shrouded in crimson flames, sprinting forward in a posture that ordinary people couldn't possibly achieve. The true fire within him burst out, instantly igniting the wooden corridor behind him, and his body shot out of the corridor at an unimaginable speed, treading on the rippling lake surface, chasing straight through the small pavilion.

  The air hit his face and eyes, and Yi Tianxing didn't have time to think about anything. His body had already followed the rapidly flying Little Zhuque and turned back, and in a short while, the bird and man had passed through the backyard of the Guiyuan Temple and entered the small mountain, where a thatched cottage was faintly visible.

  "Halt!"

  On the left, one move of the sleeve conceals the universe. On the right, one move of the sleeve conceals the universe. Ben Ku, the abbot of Guiyuan Temple, who was preparing to put out the remaining fires in the corridors with great difficulty, saw from a distance that Yi Tianxing's body was about to follow the Vermilion Bird into a certain place in the back mountain and couldn't help but shout loudly in shock.

  The rest of the monks in the Temple of Return also showed extremely tense faces and rushed over.

  Yi Tian Xing's hair was tense to the extreme, ignoring those bald donkeys' chatter, pretending not to see or hear, with a huge and exaggerated flame on his legs, he put on the majestic and intimidating expression of the Third Prince, then rushed into the thatched cottage where Zhu Que had escaped.

  Bin Ku Lao Shang's face showed a look of unbearable pain.

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  All he heard was a loud "hum" sound, and Yi Tianxing's head crashed into a seal in the air, a pale blue light circle flickered and disappeared.

  He recklessly chased after the Vermilion Bird, but completely forgot about the blue light circle that he had deeply feared earlier. Without any preparation, he once again launched a full-force attack, and this time crashed into it with too much force. His entire body was sent flying in a miserable arc, landing far away in the lake with a huge splash, startling several golden carps.

  The power of this blue boundary was too great, and Yitian's iron-cast body was almost scattered. He shook his head and stood up from the water, with a stunned expression on his face that represented the aftermath of shock.

  The moment before, the majestic and powerful young man in the fire, this moment became a roasted chicken fallen into the soup.

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  Yi Tian Xing was an extremely stubborn person, worried about the little red bird's life and death, completely unaware of the danger, he crawled out of the lake and wanted to rush to that hut again.

  Fortunately, at this time, many "high monks" in the back garden of Huiyuan Temple all rushed over. Benku Laoren hurried to the lake shore, panting and shouting: "All disciples, hold onto Yishizhu!"

  Yi Tian Xing was dazed and confused, his mind unclear. Upon hearing this, he waved his hand impatiently and muttered, "I can get up myself, no need to carry me."

  The monks of the Temple of Return rushed to his side, some holding hands and others hugging his legs, hoping not to let this little ancestor take another step.

  I don't know if it was the cold lake water or the little Zhu Que being caught by that person, but Yi Tian Xing suddenly felt his body temperature drop. He looked at the monks on his body and finally came to his senses, cursing loudly: "So you bastards wanted to kidnap my son!" Although he was furious, he couldn't bear to use heavy force. With a shake of his shoulder, he sent one monk flying; with a lift of his left leg, he kicked another monk into the water. Born with divine power, how could these few monks stop him?

  "Nonsense!... Master misunderstood...... Reciting incantations and casting spells!...... What's to be done now?"

  At this time, the busiest person was Bin Ku Lao and Shang. He first scolded his disciples for being muddled, and then tried to explain things to Yi Tian Xing, thinking that things were not as he had imagined. Looking around, he saw one of his disciples being shaken to the Lake Heart Pavilion, and couldn't help but point out, finally, this sound was a continuous lament.

  A monk from the Temple of Return finally cast his spell.

  "Alright, let's go!"

  The monk lightly chanted a mantra, then one palm wrapped around prayer beads gently struck Yitian Xing's shoulder.

  Yi Tian Xing's shoulders slightly numbed, and he felt a slight sense of surprise. He recognized that the few words were actually the Vajra Palm Heart Mantra, but was puzzled as to why the Vajra Palm Heart Mantra had a fixed form.

  However, his physical body was too strong, and with just a slight pause, he continued walking forward as usual.

  The monks were shocked and feared that the reckless young man would rush into the hut and offend their ancestors. In a state of panic, they could no longer maintain their dignified demeanor as monks, and over ten of them jumped up and rushed towards Yitian together.

  Yi Tianxing hadn't yet realized he had to harden himself against a dozen or so cultivators, his toes touched the stone slab by the lake, and his body slid open several meters, dodging the monks' pounce.

  Bin Ku Da Shi was well-prepared, taking advantage of his unstable form, the dan-colored rosary that had been hanging on his wrist suddenly flew out and shot straight at Yi Tian Xing's face. Yi Tian Xing recognized this rosary as the same one he had almost clashed with when he first entered Gui Yuan Temple, and his heart skipped a beat. He forced himself to twist his body, barely avoiding the faint yellow glow that spread out from the rosary.

  He didn't expect that by dodging, he would expose his entire right shoulder to a monk behind him.

  "Alright, let's go!"

  This monk's power was much higher than the previous one, and Yitian Xing's right half of his body went numb. The true yuan in his body was not running smoothly, and he involuntarily stopped in his tracks, letting out a stifled groan. His left thumb touched the tip of his little finger, and the spiritual bridge connected, greatly reducing the numbness. He turned his head to one side, only to see that it was Ye Xiang who was sweating profusely as he hastily urged on his magical powers.

  Bin Ku Da Shi's powerful skills seized this good opportunity, and with a light body, he floated to the front of Yi Tian Xing's body. His right hand blocked Yi Tian Xing's left arm that was swinging horizontally, while his left hand formed a finger point on Yi Tian Xing's chest, just above the nipple. He lightly chanted the Buddhist mantra: "Om mani padme hum..." However, the final word "hum" changed to "hū", as he was injured by Yi Tian Xing's swinging arm, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out.

  Even so, Yi Tianxing's body seemed to have been tied up with a thousand pounds of weight, and his movements became slow.

  Seeing the host spit blood, and adding that it was not easy to catch this opportunity, the monks of Guiyuan Temple dared not let go. In an instant, many monks rushed towards Yitian Xing. The entire back garden lake of Guiyuan Temple only saw flying monk clothes and shining bald heads.

  Yi Tianxing was secretly suffering, and every time the fire element in his body slightly rose, his body would move slightly, a monk would give himself a slap on the back, stabilizing him for a moment... Before long, Yi Tianxing's front and back were crowded with monks, their palms tightly stuck to his chest, back, and even thighs.

  Yi Tianxing was not willing to be tied up like this, and with a hum, he quickly operated the heart method from the Lengjia Sutra. His true yuan slightly moved, and relying on his own innate divine power, he managed to take a step forward under the spells of many monks.

  The monks of Guiyuan Temple had never seen such a ferocious monster before and were frightened out of their wits.

  "Hum chi ga ri ah gha na......", "Hum jo bi ri ah gya ri ah......", "Hum ban ja min gha ah gya ma sha ha", "Hum ah gu ru man za......", "Hum ya ma ri ah gya"

  The sound of chanting echoed through the temple.

  The monks surrounding Yitian Xing were too crowded, but these latecomers had their own clever tricks. Some of them drilled into the crowd and slapped a palm on Yitian Xing's stinky feet, while others flew up and stepped on their fellow disciples' shoulders, pressing their palms onto Yitian Xing's face from afar, without caring if there was enough space.

  At this time, the scene in the backyard of Huiyuan Temple was absurd and ridiculous. Dozens of monks wrapped Yitianxing from top to bottom, densely packed, stacked several layers, like a circus performance.

  It wasn't long before Yi Tianxing felt that his normally clean face had been slapped with over a dozen sweaty palms, making him feel nauseous. He looked at the miserable host through the gaps between the three palms covering his nose and eyes, and lamented: "The prayer of Zongkaba, the heart mantra of Zongkaba, and some scriptures... how did your disciples even manage to mess up the 'Crossing Scripture' that forgives sins?"

  Even if he was capable, at this point he was already unable to move. The young monk's family couldn't muster up the energy to set fire to his surroundings and burn him alive, so he gave up struggling and simply cursed under his breath: "Listen to that, how dare he even bring out the Foot-blowing Mantra and Meat-eating Mantra? Does he take me for a mule or a dish?"

  Bin Ku Da Shi smiled wryly and suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  The weather was just right, with sunshine everywhere. On the Lake Heart Pavilion of the Return to Original Temple, there were a few small birds perched, singing clearly and leisurely. Meanwhile, people on the lakeside were playing a game of building a tower of blocks for a little red bird that was either dead or alive.

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  These two days suddenly many friends recommended, really very thankful, bow here.

  Thank you Tiān Wài Chinese, thank you Qǐ Diǎn Chinese, thank you Lóng Kōng Guàn Shuǐ crowds, thank you Xī Lù crowds, thank you Mǒu Mǒu crowds, thank you Xiǎo Fù...

  Wishing you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.