County Town Chapter 74 Daydreaming

  The morning breeze of Guiyuan Temple gently swept across Yitian Xing's face, and he slowly woke up from his contemplation that had started since last night.

  It was like a dream, and I really woke up.

  He gazed intently at a thatched cottage not far away, near the lake, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart: Was last night's encounter just a dream, or did he really meet an old ancestor? With his left hand, he lightly touched the middle two fingers together to form a Buddhist hand seal, and slowly began to circulate his inner energy, trying to extend his mental awareness towards the cottage.

  A faint humming sound.

  The faint cyan-colored Vajra circle outside the thatched cottage appeared for a moment at an extremely fast speed when Ye Tianxing's divine sense lightly touched it, and then disappeared again, making it impossible to see with the naked eye.

  But Yitian was hit by a heavy blow in the sea of consciousness, and his chest felt stuffy, almost getting hurt.

  He let out a sigh, not daring to try again, and waited for his newly acknowledged master to speak. This wait was of unknown duration, while the thatched cottage on the other side remained eerily quiet, the previously boisterous old ancestor and new master now as silent as a mute.

  Yi Tianxing waited for a long time and finally gave up, knowing that his master didn't want to bother with him.

  But this led him to have a very strange idea.

  "Could it be that I just had a dream last night?" He sat alone by the lake, while the person in the thatched cottage couldn't come out and he couldn't go in... Even if he acknowledged a master, wasn't it the same as not having one?

  Yitian Xing often sees in the writings of some contemporary scientists: when we cannot observe, and our behavior has no impact on the world, it is a world that we do not need to understand. For the observer, these worlds are also non-existent...

  What about this person in the thatched cottage? Although I knew he was very powerful, and vaguely sensed that he had no malice towards me, if I couldn't touch him directly, wouldn't everything last night... be just a dream?

  Yitian stood up in a daze.

  But somehow felt something was different from last night.

  This change was even more pronounced after Master Bin Ku quietly stood beside him, he once again returned to the carefree and uninhibited state of mind when he first arrived in the provincial city. The shadow of Jixiang Tian and the burden of Buddhism seemed to have become less important at this moment. After all, he had personally heard someone tell him that there really were immortals in this world...

  Immortals? Now that this student from the county town knows that there are immortals in the world, what can these ordinary people, even cultivators among them, be afraid of? It's like when young people are in school and always fear getting scolded by teachers, but once they understand that there are bigger things to worry about in this world, such as corruption and scandals... who would care about their own misbehavior in school?

  "Is this Mr. Huiyi still a layman?"

  Yi Tian Xing smiled slightly and replied: "It's all the same no matter what you call it."

  Bin Ku Da Shi smiled slightly and said: "The layman is indeed a destined person."

  Yi Tianxing suddenly had the idea of teasing the old monk: "Is it a rule of Buddhism for thousands of years to pass on scriptures?"

  "That's right."

  "Is this fate?"

  "That's right."

  "Why must you, old monk, worry about whether I accept or not? The Buddha has countless methods, if it is truly my fortune, even if I don't accept now, eventually I will still follow the great path."

  Bin Ku was taken aback and said: "The hermit is right."

  "The congee at the Temple of Return to the Origin is too bland, get me two bowls of that plain noodles you and Ye Xiang have every day. The food in the detention center yesterday wasn't very good." Yi Tianxing said as he walked towards the meditation room with his hands behind his back, leaving behind a stunned Abbot Benku of the Temple of Return to the Origin.

  Yi Tianxing ate two large bowls of fragrant noodles in the Zen room, then looked at Ye Xiang, who was standing beside him, and suddenly smiled: "Brother Ye Xiang, last night's big handprint was brilliant, when do you have time to teach me a pair?"

  Ye Xiangseng should have been instructed by Master Bin Ku, and no longer engaged in a verbal dispute with this Buddhist noble guest. He smiled faintly and said: "This is naturally not a problem, Yi Ju Shi has already understood the convenient method of our temple, and the big handprint is just an external way, I will copy a few passwords for you later."

  Yi Tianxing exclaimed in surprise: "Brother Ye Xiang is now truly a bit like a high-ranking monk, and he looks much better than when he wore white robes."

  Ye Xiang's face was expressionless as he chanted the Buddha's name, but in his heart, he was annoyed to death by this young man in front of him. He didn't know why Master treated him with such a different attitude.

  Bin Ku Da Shi smiled and said, "Yi Ju Shi has been staying in the temple these days. After noon, I will call the guest monk to inform the people of Jixiang Tian that after more than half a month, when the people from Beifamen Nanlingyin Meiling Caoshe arrive, Ju Shi can receive the Hu Fa Pai."

  "It sounds very complicated." Yi Tianxing rubbed his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't mention those things for now, what rank is this guardian?"

  Bin Ku Master smiled and replied: "The guardian of the mountain gate is only speaking to those inside."

  "Is it just a change of words for the scripture transmitter? Then what treatment will the guardian deity of this mountain gate have afterwards?" Yi Tianxing came with interest.

  Bin sighed and shook his head, saying: "The way of cultivation is a great path, external objects do not entangle the body, what you said, old monk has nothing to respond with."

  Yi Tian Xing chuckled and said, "I knew you old monk would use the protective talisman to deceive outsiders. I reckon it's been many years since Buddhism had this saying. Alright... He pursed his lips and said, "Next time I come to your Guiyuan Temple for alms, you can't just serve me plain noodles again."

  Bin Ku, although having great worldly wisdom, has lived in an ancient temple for a long time and is not skilled at these verbal sparring matches. Thinking he was telling the truth, he couldn't help but ask: "Isn't this plain face's flavor not good?"

  Yitian smiled and said, "The taste is not bad, I can also get used to this vegetarian bean oil, but if a large bowl of silver noodle soup could be sprinkled with a few scallions, wouldn't it be even more delicious?"

  He just said it casually, but unexpectedly, Master Bin Ku showed a difficult expression.

  "It's not like you're going to eat dog meat." Yi Tianxing was confused by his expression and asked in a muffled tone, "What's the big deal about a few scallions that makes you, a great monk, so troubled?"

  Ye Xiangseng, who had been quietly standing by, could no longer bear the look on that lazy little brat's face and responded in a coarse tone with a dark expression: "A disciple of the Shaolin Sect does not eat...".

  Yi Tianxing was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He had read many Buddhist scriptures, but he had forgotten about this matter. He couldn't help but slap his forehead and apologize profusely: "Sorry, sorry, I forgot that onions and garlic are also not allowed to be eaten."

  Yitian Xing is not a fool, nor an ED patient, nor a martyr enthusiast, so he loves beauties, likes AV, loves Lere, and is as greedy as his red bird son. He extremely loves this colorful world where he lives - therefore, it's impossible to make him a monk for the rest of his life.

  He sat with his legs crossed, lying on a bamboo chair in the Zen temple, sipping warm tea, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds, looking very leisurely, but his mind was spinning faster than the wheels of cars on the road outside the Yuanyuan Temple. After all, there was still a young Xiao with a broken leg in the provincial city hospital, and Yuan Ye was probably anxious too, not to mention that he hadn't called his beloved Lele for a long time.

  "How can I get out of this situation?" He slightly closed his eyes, feeling the warmth and softness of the morning sunlight. "If I want to live a normal life, I definitely cannot fight with Jixiang Tian. Even if I follow Master's words and use my abnormal physical condition, even if I couldn't win, there wouldn't be any danger to my life. But what's the point of always being entangled with him? This ordinary person's life would already be ruined. What's more... what if I were to be locked up by Jixiang Tian's people? Just like Master, this abnormal old monster..."

  Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder. Being locked up for five hundred years? No way! This was absolutely not allowed to happen. Even if he could endure it for five hundred years, after five hundred years, Lailai would have long become a skull, a red-powdered skull. Perhaps in the eyes of an extraordinary monk, there was no difference, but he didn't have that kind of insight.

  Since fighting against Jixiangtian is a dead end, then we can only negotiate, just like negotiating in the underworld of the provincial city. Yitianxing slightly closed his eyes, recalling the Godfather he had seen before, thinking about how Don Mario arranged for those American gangs to negotiate, and finally came to a conclusion that so-called negotiation is nothing more than first eliminating the opponent's moral high ground, and then both sides fighting with their underlings.

  It seems that first of all, we must make the people of Kyushu not think of themselves as monsters, and secondly, our background must be strong enough to have a chance at negotiation.

  To achieve these two goals, there is currently the best way to do this, which is to use the name of Guiyuan Temple to give oneself a Buddhist protective clothing, and then pretend to be a small brother with millions of monks across the country, forcing the master of Jixiangtian to talk to oneself.

  Of course, since I had the shameless idea of blaming it on the Temple of the Origin after the fact, I couldn't let these monks put in too much effort, or else I would also think that my own character is problematic.

  "But I couldn't let the monk help me fight, so how could we talk about it?" Yi Tianxing habitually narrowed his eyes, and at this moment, the sunlight brushed against his eyelids, creating a different kind of halo through his eyelashes. A memory suddenly emerged in his mind, as if it had risen naturally, and he was surprised to find that he knew the Master who lived in the thatched cottage... who had been locked up for 500 years after losing a bet with a certain aunt... a bet?

  He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the thatched cottage, which was even more serene and vague than at night.