Chapter 64: A Blind Man Standing in the Night

  "Leaf Master Brother." Yi Tianxing smiled and greeted the white-robed monk on the carriage, "Why did you change your kasaya to white again today? Aren't you afraid I'll stab you a few more times?"

  Yuanshi Temple's master, Yue Xiangseng, said with a hint of displeasure: "You were locked up for a day and still didn't learn to control your temper." He turned around and thanked Pan Ju, bowing his hands together in respect.

  Pan Ju smiled and said: "This is just a small matter, with this young man's identity in the Gu family, we don't have any evidence so it's not good to ask more questions, besides, Master Bin Ku has already spoken."

  After saying this, he casually mentioned a few words about going to the Temple of Return to the Origin in a few days and then bid farewell.

  After Pan Ju walked away, Yi Tianxing stretched his waist in the car and chuckled: "I never thought that it was actually Ben Ku who pulled me out." The abbot of Guiyuan Temple, Ben Ku, is also the vice chairman of the provincial political consultative conference. Pulling someone out is a trivial matter for him.

  Ye Xiang's face twisted into a bitter smile: "You're still in the mood for fun? Do you know what kind of trouble you've stirred up?"

  "What's going on?" Yitian knew what was going on in his heart, but he still pretended to be stupid.

  "Master said, don't go back to Provincial Capital for now, follow me back to Yuan Temple instead."

  Yi Tianhang slightly sank into thought for a moment, then responded and said something to his brother outside the car, before instructing him to start driving. The car began moving, and soon disappeared into the dark night of the provincial city.

  The car drove past Qiyanyan Bridge and suddenly stopped with a screeching sound.

  At this time, the night is deep and dark, with no moon in sight when I lift my head. The river north of the city flows slowly.

  Yitian got off the bus and stood still for a moment, then pushed open the door with his eyes closed, looking ahead.

  On the road there was a blind man, leaning on a green bamboo stick, lightly coughing in the slightly cold night.

  "Isn't Mr. Ye counting his fate today?" Yi Tianxing smiled and said

  "You're too stubborn, it can't be calculated." Bamboo Uncle replied coldly.

  "Sir blocks my way, what does this mean."

  "Mr. Yi, why pretend to be unaware? My disciples are currently in which place, please tell me about it."

  Yi Tian furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and slowly replied: "This matter cannot be hidden from your esteemed family. What kind of existence is Jixiang Tian that he would send people to kill me? First, there was that little girl Qin Zi who set a trap for me, then there was someone named Zong Si who injured my subordinate and tried to kill me. I dare ask, why is this?"

  Bamboo Uncle slightly tilted his head and said, "The reason will be discussed in detail later, but Zhong Si left the gate yesterday and has not returned yet, I don't know...". His tone suddenly became cold and stern, "I don't know if he has already fallen into your hands?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, the damp air blowing from the north of the mansion also seemed to have dropped a few degrees in temperature. The bamboo stick in Bamboo Uncle's hand pierced into the ground, and everyone felt that something underground was growing rapidly towards them.

  Yi Tian Xing furrowed his brow and stomped his foot heavily on the ground.

  A Zen master's three-flavored scripture slowly unfolded, and a majestic, unparalleled true fire probed into the muddy earth on the road.

  After an unknown period of time, on a stretch of road about several dozen feet long, two forces finally touched at one point.

  Bamboo Uncle's body shook uncontrollably as he leaned on his bamboo staff.

  The heavy color between Yitian's eyebrows was getting heavier and heavier.

  A strange sound gradually came from underground, like the sound of beans crying in a pot, and also like the sound of withered autumn leaves being burned by flames.

  "It's over." Yi Tianxing said quietly.

  As soon as he finished speaking, a dull thud sounded between him and Zhu Shu, the entire road surface seemed to be lifted up by some force and then quickly fell down, raising a lot of dust.

  The road surface between the two seemed to have been roasted by fire, emitting an unbearable heat, and slowly cracked open. If there was a keen-eyed person, they might be able to see that in the small cracks were many charred plant roots.

  Bamboo Uncle's body shook, and he stood up straight with difficulty. He coughed twice and said, "I didn't expect that in just a few days, your cultivation would progress to such an extent." His blind eyes rolled back in an eerie way, looking somewhat frightening: "But if you don't hand the person over today, you won't be able to leave."

  After he finished speaking, Yi Tianxing only felt that in the darkness around him, there seemed to be many masters hiding, each with true energy flowing through their bodies. Although their cultivation was slightly inferior to his own, they were not ordinary people.

  He furrowed his brow and said, "Tian Jia Xiang, what a beautiful name, what kind of connotation did the Buddha's scriptures give it? Now you use this name to form a sect, but do dirty things, aren't you ashamed?"

  "Zhu Shu said coldly: 'Our family has always been kind to others, you can't splatter dirty blood on people.'"

  Yitian Xing sneered, "The rules of our sect are strict and clearly state that we must not harm ordinary people without reason. Yet, the ordinary person who was staying with me yesterday had his leg cut off by your disciple Zong Sisheng, and is now lying in the provincial hospital. Is this what you mean by being kind to others?"

  Bamboo Uncle seemed to have heard this for the first time, his face was shocked, and he frowned again: "It's impossible, now Zong Si is probably already dead at the hands of the eunuchs, these things are still up to you to say."

  "What kind of person am I?" Yi Tian Xing Dao said, "There's a little girl named Qin Zi in your sect who should be quite clear about it. You can ask her if I'm a good liar or not. Besides, do I have any reason to lie about these things?"

  He made a resolving knot with his left hand, and pointed at Bamboo Uncle with his right hand. A tiny red flame emerged from his middle finger, conjuring up a small, exquisite, and eerie fire sword in the night sky.

  "I have always avoided you all, but if I'm really forced to, fighting it out isn't impossible." Yi Tianxing said coldly.

  "Tell me first where Zong Si is now."

  Yi Tian Xing thought to himself, "That little brat was struck by my Heavenly Fire Blade, who knows where he's gone? Maybe he's already drinking Meng Po's soup at the Naihe Bridge. But this is something I dare not say out loud: 'He came to assassinate me last night and I chased him away. As for where he is now, it should be me looking for you instead.'"

  Bamboo Uncle's words were stuck in his throat. Although Tian Xing was mysterious, he had always been straightforward with people who walked the right path. Seeing how glib Yi Tianxing was, he didn't know how to respond.

  "Then where is the Kunlun Fire Essence among us?"

  "What's a fire essence?" Yi Tianxing continued to put on his thick-skinned act.

  "Uncle Bamboo's temper flared up, his finger shaking non-stop on the bamboo stick: 'Why must Mr. Yi struggle so hard?'"

  Yi Tian Xing smiled slightly, took out the small oil lamp that had been crushed by himself from his bosom, and threw it over: "Is this the fire spirit? Zong Si was using this to kill me, but I broke it instead."

  In the darkness, a gatekeeper of Tianji suddenly appeared silently, and without seeing how he moved, the small oil lamp disappeared into the night.

  Yi Tian Xing secretly felt a sense of unease, knowing that the people he was facing today were indeed very troublesome. After thinking for a moment, he chuckled and said: "Blind Uncle, this is also our second meeting. As for Zong Si's attempt to kill me yesterday, I won't bother you about it for now. Can we let bygones be bygones?"

  It was originally a show of weakness, but unexpectedly fell into Zhu Shu's ears and changed its meaning. He had long since inquired about the past few years of Yi Tianxing and knew his vengeful personality in Gao Yang County, so when he saw that he didn't ask himself to settle accounts with Zong Si, he was afraid... Zong Si had already been killed by this person.

  At this point, he snorted and his anger surged up, shouting: "Take this man down and send him to the young master for punishment."

  In the darkness, who knows how many people responded, their voices sounding unusually empty in the night sky.

  Ye Xiangsi, who had been quietly sitting in the car all along, suddenly spoke up.

  "What a lively night."

  A white-robed monk, a young man spitting fire swords, a blind elder leaning on a bamboo stick, and the hidden dangers in the night sky form an extremely strange and enchanting picture.