Chapter Seventy-Three: Spiritual Consciousness Exchange

  The old ancestor smiled and said, "You have this heart, that's good. Your current realm is not even comparable to an ant. It's already unnecessary for me to tell you these things today. Just come visit me when you're free."

  "Who exactly is it." For some reason, Yi Tianxing had an inexplicable anger towards the immortal who had sealed his own master for 500 years, as if that immortal owed him countless debts from a past life.

  The old ancestor's voice was quiet for a long time before slowly rising again: "It is an aunt. A stout-headed, big-eared, long-handed and round-bellied aunt..."

  This prolonged tail tone is quite venomous.

  Yi Tian Xing was now kneeling on the stone slab by the lake, with the water gently lapping at his side. The entire rear garden was enveloped in a faint, pale blue glow that gradually dissipated, as if it had obscured the moonlight in the sky, making it impossible for people inside and outside the Guiyuan Temple to see what he was doing.

  He was communicating with his newly recognized master through divine consciousness, and at this moment, he felt a kind of divine thought from the master in the small thatched cottage, which was even colder than the heavenly cloak. He knew that this divine thought was not intended to harm him, but rather his previous words had repeatedly asked, touching the master's most painful and hated memories. Suddenly, he was shocked again, just an emotional outburst, yet there was such a strong momentum... Master, you are indeed an extraordinary great demon!

  Yi Tian's mind buzzed with a loud noise, feeling his master's divine consciousness arriving majestically, pressuring the heavens and earth. His teeth involuntarily chattered lightly. At this moment, the back of his neck felt slightly cool, as if something was entering. It was strange to say that the oppressive aura from his master earlier had transformed into a spiritual energy entering his body at this time, seemingly suppressing the anxious temperament in his mind, making him feel mentally clear and refreshed, like he wanted to howl at the moon.

  He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed by the lake, feeling a slight change in his spiritual level, secretly operating the Heart Sutra to introspect himself, and did not find any changes in the speed of the true yuan wheel in his body. However, he strangely felt that his spiritual level seemed to have changed, but he didn't know what aspect this change was reflected in.

  Sitting like this, he felt the subtle changes in his heart and remained silent.

  Not far away, in a small thatched cottage, Yi Tianxing's newly recognized master let out a sigh, and his shoulders, which were originally as straight as an iron ruler, relaxed slightly. The aura inside him that was resisting the Fumo Golden Circle also subsided. The air in the thatched cottage, which had been distorted by some kind of mysterious power into a circular arc, returned to normal.

  The old ancestor who had been locked up in the Temple of Return for hundreds of years stood up and walked to a small hut with a fragrant window. The small hut was spotlessly clean, except for a corner where many books and newspapers were scattered about, there was nothing else; not even a single statue of a Buddha or an Arhat that is commonly seen in temple halls.

  There is only one Guanyin statue on top of Xiangqi Peak.

  Guanyin Bodhisattva, holding a clean bottle, the willow branch and sweet dew in the bottle are about to drip. The bodhisattva's treasure image is dignified, with eyes that seem to be closed but not quite, giving people a sense of quiet peace in the midst of confusion. A small red mole is faintly visible between the Bodhisattva's eyebrows.

  This red mole is very bright and beautiful.

  The old ancestor wore a monk's robe, which was already somewhat tattered. He walked in front of the Guanyin statue, gently clasped his hands together, and softly cursed: "Bodhisattva, you're so heartless, giving me such an useless apprentice."

  Suddenly, a round thing under his feet rolled over and made a "gurgling" sound.

  It turned out to be that red bird son of Yi Tianxing, who was now rolling around with a round belly at the foot of his ancestors.

  "Your grandfather scolded: 'You and your old man are one and the same, he's timid and you're greedy!'"

  Little Zhu Que had been round and plump since eating the Kunlun earth fire in Zong Si Gu's copper lamp, as if suffering from anorexia, and its clumsiness made it even more adorable. For some reason, Little Zhu Que was afraid of this old ancestor, and now hearing the old ancestor roar at itself, it let out a desolate and faint cry.

  The old ancestor didn't care about him either and scolded: "You're as good at playing the pitiful card as my stupid apprentice."

  Xiao Zhu Que heard this man call himself Lao Die, and he too became furious... rolling around on the ground with all his might, showing off his angry attitude.

  The old ancestor chuckled and said, "Isn't that right? My stupid apprentice was actually intimidated by a few secular disciples of the Taoist school to the point where he didn't dare go out. When have I ever suffered such humiliation?"

  Yi Tian Xing is also one of the rare thieves in the world, as soon as he entered the cultivation door, he directly confronted the strongest Upper Three Heavens in the cultivation door, but... compared to his newly recognized master's courage, it's not much bigger than a sparrow.

  "You say this kid's guts are so small? At this cultivation speed..." The old ancestor said with a sigh, "Wait until he comes out of his apprenticeship, then come back to take me out to enjoy my retirement, how many years will that be?"

  Little Zhuque heard this, and with a sudden movement, it flipped over onto its stomach, its two small feet pattering forward, its round belly almost touching the ground of the thatched cottage. It trotted to the front of the old ancestor's tattered monk robes, chirping a few times, as if explaining something.

  Inside the thatched cottage, all is quiet.

  "He's well-read?" The old ancestor suddenly scolded; "I know I'm illiterate, so I'm bold, it's settled?"