Chapter 72: Two Bodies One Heart

  Yi Tian Xing's lips were slightly bitter, his mouth lightly trembling: "Ancestor, I don't know why but I always feel that you won't harm me. Tell me, do I not want to be this possibility?"

  "When, why not when? The little monk with a bitter face himself can't figure out what the scripture transmitter is or what it will make you do. It's just that in the thousand-year-old esoteric tradition of Buddhism, your arrival has already been clearly stated. Taking advantage of the fact that the monks of this world and the higher-ups are not communicating conveniently, hurry up and become one. Why not take advantage of a free meal?"

  Yitian Xing vaguely understood what the old ancestor meant by "above", and couldn't help but feel a little afraid, stuttering: "This eating without working, will we be cleaned up by those above in the future?"

  "Alas, you're still young, and when the time comes, you'll naturally understand." The old ancestor suddenly sighed: "You have relatives up there, nothing big will happen to you."

  "Wow, even gods play with ribbons..." Yi Tianxing found it inexplicably funny, but suddenly his facial expression stiffened and he asked: "Do I have relatives up there?"

  "Go away, you don't understand anything now. I've wasted half a day's breath on you. Wait and see, when the time comes for you to understand, you naturally will." The old ancestor seemed somewhat impatient.

  "When will I understand?" Yi Tianxing only now realized that his own life was really mysterious and couldn't help but feel a little tense.

  "Ten years? Twenty years?" The old ancestor replied casually.

  Yi Tianxing opened his mouth and said, "How should I understand?"

  "Haven't you learned from that old Buddha? How can you still ask such a foolish question?" The ancestor seemed to think it was a waste of energy to talk to someone with such a low level of understanding, and scolded: "Since you want to be a scripture transmitter, you will naturally travel around, find those few helpers of yours, and after playing around for a few years, you'll understand."

  Yi Tian Xing didn't dare to argue with him, and asked with a bitter face: "But isn't it troublesome to be the scripture carrier? People from Lingyin Temple and Meiling all have to come over."

  "Spare me, now it's others who are begging you, you're the big shot, if you don't want to bother with these things, who can force you to?"

  "Shameless......" Yi Tianxing sighed faintly.

  The old ancestor also sighed and said: "I also learned from my master."

  "Who is your master? Why don't I have a master?"

  "My master? Actually... he's a good person, just a bit too good. " The old ancestor seemed to be quite emotional and said slowly: "As for your master? Do I qualify as your master?"

  Yitianxing, being extremely intelligent, had an inexplicable sense of closeness to this old ancestor. Upon hearing these words, he pondered for a moment before jumping up from the ground and kneeling in the direction of the small thatched cottage. He knocked his head on the stone slab four times, his body as hard as steel, creating a deep pit on the lake's shore. His forehead touched the ground, sending sparks flying everywhere.

  "The performance was quite something." The old ancestor saw that this little guy was sly and seemed to be rather pleased, "But why did you kowtow an extra time?"

  Yi Tian Xing, having acknowledged this great figure as his master, naturally dispelled the fear in his heart and said with a flattering face: "Those three heads were knocked for Master Da Gu Lao Ye to thank you for saving my life back then. As disciples and masters are of one mind, if the intention is there, knocking one head would be enough."

  "What kind of person is Xing Gu?" The old ancestor seemed to be thinking, "In the past, under the Li surname emperor, there was a general with the surname Gu, but he has been dead for many years."

  Yi Tianxing suddenly clicked his tongue and knew that the time concept of immortals or great demons was too different from ordinary people, so he didn't say more. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Master, did you ever say such a sentence?"

  "Ten years of dark and bitter practice, the Vermilion Bird soars straight up to the Third Heaven?"

  Yi Tianxing looked in the direction of the small thatched cottage with expectant eyes. This was what Old Master had told him, and he knew that the second half of the sentence contained the terms Zhuque and Upper Three Heavens. Zhuque naturally referred to his own little red bird son, while Upper Three Heavens seemed to be from his ancestors, or rather, should now be called Shifu (Master). It was only when Shifu said it that this school of cultivators came into being. Since Shifu could say such a profound phrase, he must have been quite clear about the matter.

  "I never said anything like that." The old ancestor flatly denied it.

  Yi Tianxing was disappointed, but still muddle-headed, "Master, what should the disciple do next?"

  "Now these little monks don't understand what a scripture transmitter is, or rather, they only know to follow the rules passed down from their ancestors. In two years, there should be a scripture transmitter born, but they won't understand what you're here for either. You'll just have to pretend and play along. As for that three-year-old kid, if you can beat me, come see me again, otherwise... I hate the most are those monsters who can't even win a fight." The old ancestor said angrily.

  Yi Tianxing cried and laughed, saying: "What if we can't win?"

  "Have you ever tried killing yourself?" The old ancestor asked with a chuckle.

  Yi Tianxing was taken aback and said, "I've tried, but I didn't die."

  "You can't even kill yourself, what are you afraid of others being able to kill you? If you can't win, admit defeat and come back stronger."

  Yi Tian Xing thought to himself, this new master of his seemed quite muddled as well. With a bitter face, he said: "What if something really happens? Those cultivators in Ji Xiang Tian seem to have quite the abilities." He raised an eyebrow and smiled slyly: "Master, if your disciple makes things big, you must save me, okay?"

  There is a big tree that is good for shade, and it's easy to walk under without getting scorched by the sun like a silly sauna.

  "Alas, I should have left earlier." The old ancestor scolded: "I don't know if I've been idle for too long, how could I think of taking in a useless apprentice like you."

  "What should I call myself when facing the enemy? What is our school called?" Yi Tianxing still had the shameless idea of using his school to intimidate Jixiangtian.

  "Bodhi Gate." The old ancestor seemed somewhat sentimental, "However, this gate doesn't have much reputation."

  Yi Tian's heart cooled down halfway, and he suddenly thought of something. He asked hesitantly: "Master, who was it that locked you up here? What if that enemy comes looking for trouble?"

  The old ancestor was not in the same breath, thinking that his several fellow disciples served their master with such diligence in those days, running and competing to do everything, which is unlike this young man who doesn't care about his master's cold or warmth, only catering to himself. He let out a cold hum: "Rest assured, your master I truly won't descend to the mortal world even once in five hundred years."

  Yi Tian Xing was at ease, and then he heard him say: "However... those little brats who come every three days are quite troublesome. After a few decades, they will come to play with me again. I am not someone who takes care of children, nor do I know what kind of problem these Taoist gods have. You go out and find a way to ask them clearly, what exactly do they want to do."

  Yi Tianxing was lazy, but he had a deep respect for his master and the Tao. When he heard his master's words, he nodded solemnly with a serious expression.

  "Master, I'm still curious, with your great divine power, which immortal sect has imprisoned you here?" In fact, Yi Tianxing was secretly thinking that since he had taken this master as his own, he should let the master live a better life. Listening to the master's words, it seemed like he had been trapped here for 500 years already, and he must think of a way to rescue him.