The Second Department Provincial City Chapter 69 Special Status

  At this point, he couldn't help but let out a sigh as he gazed at the moonlit night trees outside the window.

  Xiao Zhu Que had long since let him go, instructing the little fire spirit that was full to run far, far away and never get too close to himself, or else he would be seen by the people of Jixiang Tian and it would be a big trouble again.

  Thinking of Jixiang Tian, I think of Zong Si who died at my own hands. Then I think of that young master who is said to be extremely formidable but whom I have never met. Next...I think of Qin Zi, the maiden with a face as beautiful as a painting and an ethereal beauty.

  Qin Zi was indeed formidable. But Yi Tian Xing understood in his heart that after cultivating by the pond for a few days, the true energy within him had become even more abundant. At this time, if he were to engage in another battle, he would definitely not use the shameless tactic of forcing himself on the other party again. Who knows... maybe he could even get close and entwine with her. As soon as he thought of the woman's refreshing fragrance and beautiful curves, Yi Tian Xing's heart skipped a beat, and his ordinary face couldn't help but flush with a lewd smile under the moonlight.

  Fortunately, Zou Lelai had a calming effect on Yitian Xing, much like the Goddess of Mercy. The young man suddenly came to his senses, pinched himself twice in secret, and his thoughts drifted back to the small county town. He thought about the kiss that Zou Lelai had left on his forehead, recalling the sweet, soft, and slightly wet feeling. His mood was filled with sweetness, but after the sweetness, endless worries arose.

  Jixiang Tian wants to find himself and ask for punishment, the monks in the Temple of Return to the Origin want to coerce him into becoming a "Scripture Transmitter"

  Who is the transmitter?

  Bin Ku and the monk's words were unclear, but after reading the Buddhist scriptures written by the transmitter of the Buddha's teachings during his journey to the West, he had a vague idea. This transmitter must have gone through countless kalpas, spreading the supreme law, truly not an easy task. Moreover, in ancient times, the Eastern world was self-sufficient, at most having some conflicts with Taoist immortals and monsters, but now that science is flourishing, it's even more difficult to deceive people into believing in Buddhism.

  But thinking of the special status of the scripture transmitter in Buddhism, Yitian Xing was a little moved. Not to mention that he could use the power of Buddhism to negotiate with Jixiang Tian, and avoid his current troubles. Thinking about it, with hundreds of millions of great monks as his backing, his future life would be sweet like honey, and the happy life he imagined with Zou Lelie also seemed to be expected. Only...

  It's just... why is there so much fear in my heart about this identity?

  This identity is like a big hat, looking at it about to be put on one's own head, but it seems heavier than Mount Tai and Mount Ali combined, making oneself somewhat breathless. Compared to the black way hat that Gu Jia Lao Hu Li gave to oneself in the past, it is even more unbearable.

  "What's going on?!" He muttered under his breath, thinking about all the things that had happened over the past few months.

  Now, it seems that there are only two paths in front of Yi Tian Xing: one is to follow the invitation of Master Ben Suo and stay quietly at Guiyuan Temple, waiting for monks from all over the country to come and acknowledge his identity as a transmitter of scriptures; the other is to leave the temple gate with a flourish and have a good fight with Jixiang Tian, free from restraints and feeling carefree, but it's hard to say what kind of outcome this will lead to.

  All sorts of worries surged up in his mind, leaving him at a loss for what to do. The scripture transmitters? Tang Sanzang, Kumarajiva... How could these illustrious names that shone brightly on the pages of history possibly be connected to this small county town's ragged individual? Thinking of this, Yi Tianxing slightly curled up the corners of his lips, with a hint of self-mockery. "For decades, the Buddhist sect has been thriving in the cultivation world, it seems that the monks of the Buddhist sect are getting restless."

  He pushed open the wooden door of the Zen room and walked out quietly, strolling slowly to the edge of the quiet lake in the back garden of the Return to the Origin Temple. Looking at the small pavilion in the center of the lake where he had a magic duel with Ben Kuoheng, his heart moved, and he sat down under the full moonlight, forming a scattered lotus flower with his hands. The true yuan inside his body flowed slowly, and he began to cultivate in this way without any guard.

  In the woods beside me, under the eaves of the Zen house, in the tall trees behind the courtyard, how many people are secretly watching me...

  Yi Tian Xing wasn't worried, because he was looking at the small thatched cottage behind the mountain, the one being tightly guarded by the Fumo Golden Circle, the small thatched cottage where an old ancestor with divine powers lived.

  He suddenly remembered what Bin Ku and Shang said, his eyes gradually dimmed, his mind was touched, and he wanted to say a few words to the strange old ancestor in the backyard.