The Second Department Provincial City Chapter 47 Ah, Fate

  Yi Tianxing was slightly uneasy, using two fingers to gently comb the silver-white fine hair on top of Xiao Zhuque's head. He didn't dare raise his head and asked in a low voice, "Master, how did it turn white? Could it be that the old ancestor used the little guy's head to vigorously pound against the white wall?"

  Bin Ku Da Shi cried and laughed, saying: "Although the old ancestor is naive and childlike, he has not learned to do such deceitful things like Huang Kou's children." He leaned in closer to take a look, but his face suddenly changed color, revealing an extraordinary shock.

  At this time, the voice of Lao Zu Zong sounded again.

  "Good-for-nothing who doesn't know good stuff."

  Yi Tianxing was indeed unsure of the temperament of this big shot, fearing that he would offend him and suffer himself, so he pretended not to hear according to Brin's teachings. He turned his face to look at Brin with a shocked expression, puzzled and said: "Master, what's strange about this white hair?"

  "Heavens... Heavens... Heavenly Robes?" Bin's lips trembled, and he suddenly leapt out of the meditation room, arriving at the thatched cottage in the rear mountain in less than a moment.

  Yitian Xing followed, but his heart was racing with a faint blue light covering him, known as the Vajra Demon Subduing Circle. He only stayed far away by the lake, gently stroking the exhausted little Zhuque bird while listening to what Master Bin Ku was saying.

  "Ancestor, what is that white hair on Zhu Que's forehead?" asked Bin Ku Master with a trembling voice.

  "Hey, little monk with a bitter face, don't you recognize me?"

  After finishing this sentence, the backyard of the Temple of Return to Origin fell silent again. The voice that was laughing and teasing with an aura of unpredictability in heaven and earth never sounded again.

  It was unknown how long had passed when Master Bin finally let out a deep sigh and turned back with a dejected expression.

  "What's going on?" Yi Tianxing asked with some curiosity.

  Bin Ku Master suddenly stared at him, then looked at the small Zhu Que in his arms with a reluctant face, muttering to himself: "It can't be like this, the temple's greatest treasure, how can it fall into my hands and flow out of the temple? ... But... what method is there? The ancestors' divine powers are personally cultivated, how can we, people at this level of cultivation, eradicate them? Forget it, everything is fate."

  Yitian Xing listened in bewilderment, unsure of what was going on.

  The master of the temple suddenly put his palms together, chanting a blessing with a loud voice. After a moment, his face returned to normal, and a compassionate and peaceful intention enveloped his entire body.

  He lightly saluted Yi Tianxing and said, "The donor has been protected by the ancestors, it's also a great fate. I hope the donor will do good deeds in the future and not tarnish the Zhu Que's fiery feathers, nor let the snow-white sleeves get dusty."

  Yi Tian furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and suddenly exclaimed in shock: "Could it be that you're saying... Master said that the white hair on this little guy's forehead is actually...?"

  Bin Ku Da Shi smiled slightly and said, "It is indeed the greatest treasure of our temple, the heavenly cloak. I don't know what kind of magical power our ancestors used to transform it into a white feather on top of Zhu Que's head."

  Yitian Xing's mouth was wide open, like a poor man who looked up at the sky with his head raised, but was choked by a big pancake that fell from the sky. After the initial shock and excitement, he felt a little puzzled and apprehensive. He thought to himself, "This good thing has come too suddenly, hasn't it? I never had any intention of snatching the heavenly cloak, so what does this old ancestor mean by sending me such a big gift?"

  Bin Ku Master saw his expression and smiled, saying: "The sea of suffering is boundless, but the Buddhist door's compassion can only ferry those who have a predestined relationship. Since the donor has been looked at by the old ancestors with another look, it is already one predestined relationship; The donor and the Zhuque divine bird are born together in harmony, and their emotions are engraved on the inside, which is also a predestined relationship; If the donor does not separate from the Zhuque divine bird, there will be a risk of losing his life. However, if they separate, it would be difficult to bear the emotions. Therefore, the old ancestors used the heavenly cloak to transform into white feathers and suppress the Zhuque heaven fire, which can prevent the donor and Zhuque from separating for generations, and also protect the safety of the donor and Zhuque, achieving a perfect good result, this is even more a great predestined relationship."

  Yi Tian Xing had previously only known that the Heavenly Cloak was an extremely powerful treasure, but now he finally understood its true significance to himself and Xiao Hong Niao. He secretly examined his own body with his divine sense and discovered that the True Yuan within him was flowing smoothly, his body temperature was normal, and his mind was clear and bright, completely gone were the feelings of dizziness and unease from before. Looking at Xiao Zhu Que again, he saw that it was also peacefully sleeping in his arms, just like usual. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude and said: "This young master doesn't have such profound good fortune, I really don't dare to accept this treasure."

  Bin Ku Da Shi laughed and said, "I really don't know when the donor has an embarrassing moment." He then turned serious and said, "However, the donor is mistaken. Although I gave up this sacred object, it was to follow the will of heaven and hope that the Zhu Que divine beast can grow smoothly and bring auspicious Buddha light to the world as soon as possible. The donor doesn't need to be polite. It's just... although the donor has a body of divine power that ordinary people can't match, in the top three days, there are only a few high-ranking masters who can slightly resist one or two. As long as the few door masters and young masters don't take action, it should be safe. But from now on, carrying the Zhu Que Tian Bei Shan and other two great treasures, everything must be done with caution."

  Yi Tian Xing had previously heard the old monk mention that he wanted to borrow the Heavenly Robe for some reason, and now he couldn't help but frown slightly as he thought to himself, "Isn't this going to bring me a lot of trouble?" However, without the Heavenly Robe covering Little Zhu Que's forehead, he and the little one wouldn't be able to withstand the intense heat of Turpan. Forget it, forget it, he thought, and with a thick face, he stuffed Little Zhu Que into his arms.

  He knew that the Buddhist disciples would talk about the opportunity, so he didn't say thank you again, but secretly pondered, and owed a great favor to the Temple of Return to the Origin. Even if the Temple of Return to the Origin really had a compassionate heart and helped him conceal the fact that he was carrying the Heavenly Cloak, what if the little prince who was extremely powerful on the third day above caused trouble for the Temple of Return to the Origin? Would he still have the nerve to stand by and watch?

  Thinking of this, he looked at Master Ben's compassionate and solemn expression again, and couldn't help but suspect the true intentions of this high-ranking monk.

  Yi Tian Xing thought to himself, "When I first entered society, I owed money to Old Master Gu, then to Monk Bin Ku. My butt was dragging a string of unclear debts, and I couldn't help but secretly curse in my heart: 'Ginger gets spicier with age, loofah gets tougher with age, dates get softer with age, walnuts get harder with age... and people... are indeed the most spicy, tough, soft, hard... and slippery when they're old.'"

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  Yi Tianxing stayed in the Guanyuan Temple's Zen room that night, holding the small red bird and carefully studying the white hair on its forehead. He felt a chill to the touch but didn't know how to apply his magic. Thinking that he couldn't figure this out was unbearable, so he snuck into Master Bin Ku's Zen room in the middle of the night and asked repeatedly until dawn, finally understanding the wonderful use of the Tianmo cloak, but only after exhausting the old monk.

  On the second day at dawn, Yi Tianxing knocked twice outside the thatched cottage in the back garden and thanked his ancestors for saving his life.

  He originally wanted to go in and take a look at what the old ancestor looked like, with several big questions in his mind that he wanted to ask, plus being entrusted by the old master, just kowtowing outside didn't seem quite right, after all, he had to meet the person himself and talk about the old days of the 30s. But Master Bin was only smiling and not allowing it, and the old ancestor seemed to have found something new and fresh again, and stopped talking. Yi Tianxing could only reluctantly give up, with a thought in his mind that one day he would sneak in and take a look, but then suddenly remembered the blue boundary as hard as gold, and spat out his tongue, giving up this tempting idea.

  Bin Ku Da Shi personally escorted him to the mountain gate, suddenly sighed and said: "Now the treasure of our temple has been returned to the donor, please be more careful."

  Yitian nodded in agreement.

  Bin Ku Da Shi said again: "I heard that Yi Shi Zhu is a person from the ancient family?" His eyebrows slightly trembled.

  Yi Tianxing slightly furrowed his brow and replied, "It can also be said that this is exactly where the young master's worries lie."

  Bin Ku Da Shi sighed and said, "In the past few years when Gu's old master lived in the provincial city, he often came to our temple to burn incense and made offerings very diligently. However, as a Daoist, his karma was too heavy, so our temple really couldn't have deep dealings with him. Yi Shu Zhuang is still young, but later on, it would be better not to take the wrong step."

  Yi Tian Xing sighed and said: "It seems that after all, I still have to think of a way to shirk this matter cleanly."

  The two of them chatted for a few more sentences, and then Yi Tianxing was about to leave the steps when Master Bin Ku stopped him, saying: "Don't think that I'm being too talkative, but your cultivation is naturally gifted, you don't know the various rules and regulations of the cultivators in this world. You must be careful not to think that just because you have some divine powers, you can act recklessly."

  Yitian Xing raised an eyebrow and didn't respond. In fact, he had been gradually developing a proud and arrogant attitude in his heart, but he hadn't realized it yet.

  Bin Ku Master smiled slightly and said, "Now is not the time of Song Ming, science is prosperous, Buddhism is declining day by day. Even if there are some abilities that surpass the ordinary world, they cannot withstand bullets."

  Yi Tianxing smiled slyly, and Bin Ku Master knew what this kid was smiling about. Helplessly, he said: "Even if you can block bullets, how about rocket shells?" Yi Tianxing was taken aback, and then heard Bin Ku Master continue: "If you can block rocket shells, what about guided missiles? Atomic bombs? Neutron bombs? Proton bombs?"

  Yitian smiled and said, "I know this monk is worldly, but I'm afraid he's only half-understanding." He patted the old monk on the shoulder and said, "You have internal bullets, what are external bullets? You and I, as men, at most fear internal bullets, and external bullets are not something we can experience."

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  As he came out of the Temple of Return, Yi Tianxing had thought to call Yuan Ye and have the company send a car to pick him up. Suddenly, he remembered that he had just decided to pay less attention to such matters, and his heart ached at his own corruption and decline, his will not firm. He steeled himself and walked towards the school.

  He walked slowly to school with his hands clasped behind him, admiring the late summer scenery along the way. He recited Sima Guang's "Admonitions on Frugality" from memory without stopping, and chanted Li Shangyin's poem to clear his mind: "It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality... If one has few desires, he will not be enslaved by material things, and can walk the straight path." "Reviewing the rise and fall of past dynasties and families, success comes from diligence and thrift, failure from extravagance."

  The harsh sound is everywhere in the quiet streets and alleys of the provincial city.

  The temple of Yuanguan is about three or four miles towards the direction of Qili Bridge, where there is a beautiful view. The Fubei River, which runs through the city, flows around it, and the gentle breeze on the water's surface creates layers of ripples. On the banks of the Fubei River, lush willows are planted, their leaves dense and intertwined, casting a large area of soft, mottled shadows. As Yi Tian walks under the green shade, he feels as if there are countless attendants standing beside him, holding countless green silk fans to fan the breeze, which is refreshingly cool.

  He became more and more pleased with himself, sighing: "If one were to read books in a place like this, wouldn't it be better than the vulgar customs of the Guo family?" The sky was still early, and there was no one nearby, so he boldly spat out sour words.

  Just as he was feeling happy, he saw a blind man sitting on a stone by the river ahead, holding a bamboo fan with several large characters written on it: "Ancestral iron mouth cuts off people's future."

  Yi Tian Xing's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  Nowadays, those who play with fortune-telling are mostly guerrilla tactics, where can you find a regular army carrying a big flag? If the person who calculates fate has a bamboo fan in his hand, don't expect to lightly deploy and advance, it's only possible to increase a few clothes racks for the city management family to dry their clothes.

  As he walked closer, Yitian saw that the blind man was wearing a green robe and sat as still as a rock. He had been staying at the Yuan Temple for three days to practice his heart sutra and observe this blind man secretly. He discovered that there was a shallow gray true energy flowing outside the blind man's body, and he was indeed a cultivator, so he couldn't help but become vigilant.

  "Guess a word." The blind man said with his eyes closed, but spoke to Yi Tianxing who was quietly passing by his side.

  Yitian stood there thinking for a moment.

  Although he was afraid of trouble, apart from the old master and the monks in the Temple of Return to the Origin, he had not seen anyone practicing cultivation. Today, after obtaining the Heavenly Robe at the Temple of Return to the Origin, as soon as he stepped out of the temple gate, he ran into someone. With just a thought, he knew what this person was after. His curiosity and competitiveness stirred, so he pursed his lips and smiled faintly before sitting down on a rock.

  "How old is the sir this year?"

  "In the year of Ding Si, in the month of Jia Chen, on the day of Ren Yin." Yi Tian Xing rubbed his own nose.

  "There are few young people in the world today who still remember these old almanacs. Although you're not very old, it seems like you've learned a lot." The blind man said humbly.

  Yi Tianxing smiled slightly and said: "Let's talk about it later, since we're testing the character, we can't delay your business."

  "Sir, you have a kind heart, please give me your autograph."

  "Since you say I'm kind-hearted, then let's just use the word 'kind'." Yi Tianxing laughed.

  The blind man's right hand with prominent joints gently stroked the bamboo nodes on the bamboo fan.

  Yi Tian's eyelid suddenly twitched, and he felt a faint chill creeping up the stone towards him. He knew it was the blind man playing tricks on him, so he furrowed his brow, pretended to pat his pockets, but actually gently patted the small Zhu Que head in his chest to calm it down. Then, with a swift movement of his mind, the true fire within his body began to circulate rapidly, resisting the strange and cold aura.

  The blind man's lips parted slightly, and he let out a soft sigh.

  Yi Tianxing hummed a sound, discovering that the cold air handed over by the blind man had suddenly increased several dozen times in an instant, and it was as if the majestic and elegant heavenly descent was rushing towards him! He took a deep breath of cold air, only to realize that the momentum of the blind man's initial move was actually intentionally concealed, and his true strength was actually so powerful!

  Yi Tian Xing's eyes widened slightly, and a chill ran down his spine as a cold current flowed up from the base of his tailbone, rapidly spreading throughout his body, freezing the flow of fire in his veins. Yi Tian Xing raised an eyebrow, surprised that this blind man, an ordinary person, possessed such skills. With a hint of astonishment in his eyes, he glanced at the blind man before smiling and placing his hands flat on his knees.

  His hands were placed exceptionally gently.

  Just like two lotus flowers blooming on one's knees.

  The two palms' index fingers are hooked together, reversed and opposed, the little fingers lightly separated from the others - this is precisely the "Undoing of Grievances" hand seal in Buddhism.

  As soon as the hand seal is formed, the heavenly body's inner fire begins to flow freely and joyfully along one's divine thoughts, gradually merging into golden droplets, then flowing together into a stream, and finally pouring into the sea of energy between the chest and abdomen...

  The cold true energy that had been surging towards him suddenly seemed to turn into the white snow of a sweltering summer day, melting away at the slightest touch. Blindman's face changed color, sweat began to seep out from his forehead, and his large, coarse hands grasped the bamboo fan even more tightly, revealing a pale blue color.

  Yi Tian Xing had already guessed where this person came from, although the old master and Ben Ku were always mentioning it in his ear, making him vaguely afraid of that place. However, being a young man at heart, he was annoyed that this person didn't ask for a reason before recklessly taking action. He let out a low hum, silently reciting the Three Meditations Sutra in his mind, and a stream of fiery true essence slowly seeped into the surface of the stone, heading towards the blind man's seat.

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  At this time, the sun is rising in the east, and the remaining moon has not yet fallen.

  Yi Tian Xing and the blind man sat on a large rock, looking like they were resting and relaxing, but not saying a word. The blind man held a bamboo fan, furrowed his brow in deep thought, as if thinking about divining Yi Tian Xing's fate, yet who would have known that these two were engaged in a struggle beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

  At this time, some old men and women who were out for a morning exercise walked by along the riverbank.

  Yi Tian Xing suddenly stood up straight, a hint of an eerie smile flashing at the corner of his lips as he asked: "Can you sense it now?"

  The blind man lifted his arm and wiped away the soybean-sized sweat beads on his forehead with some difficulty, and only slowly responded after a while: "...... cannot be measured."

  Yi Tianxing looked at his sunken eyes and sneered, "I don't understand fortune-telling, but I still remember what Xu Shen's 'Shuowen Jiezi' says: 'Goodness is auspicious.'"

  The blind man's body shook violently.

  Yi Tian Xing suddenly smiled faintly and said, "What kind of existence is Jixiang Tian that it's so insignificant? Why bother having any connection with a mundane poor kid like me? Please inform the young master that I have always admired Jixiang Tian and would never dare to be disrespectful. Don't misunderstand." After saying this, he didn't care about the other person's reaction, waved his hand and headed towards the direction of Qiyan Bridge under the morning glow, where the school was located.

  The blind man raised his right arm, grasped the bamboo fan with a quiver, and stood up with great difficulty. He saw that he flicked his fingers slightly, and the bamboo fan, which was over five feet tall, suddenly turned into a green bamboo cane in his palm. The blind man coughed twice, then leaned on the cane, and walked away slowly with the sound of "tap tap tap" from the tip of the cane touching the ground.

  As the two figures disappeared into the willow forest by the river, the large stone suddenly split open with a loud crack.