Chapter Seventy-Five: The Man in Black

  The temple's main gate was closed today, at the peak of autumn tourism season. The main gate was tightly shut, and several monks were standing outside, waiting to greet guests, but they didn't know who they were waiting for.

  Yi Tianxing quietly followed Bin Ku Master to the top of the Grand Hall.

  The Arhat image, whether ferocious or solemn or lively and lovely, picked up a piece of cushion with his hand and sat down in the back hall according to the command of the great monk.

  Waiting for the auspicious arrival of Tian.

  "I've seen the master." The two people followed Zhi Ke Seng into the temple of Guiyuan, under the vertical signboard. Zhang Shu, the blind man, tapped his bamboo cane on the stone floor of the temple, making a dull sound, and bowed to Bin Ku Da Shi, who was standing there to greet them.

  And he behind him did not move, just standing quietly there.

  Standing quietly like this, yet it made Yi Tianxing, who was hiding behind the curtain, feel a bit dazed and couldn't help but take a peek.

  All that could be seen was the man's extremely well-fitted black Chinese tunic, his stature not tall, his raven-black hair combed back under a very elegant hat without a brim, his entire body exuding an air of cleanliness, a strange and eerie sense of cleanliness, like a piece of black jade that seemed to mesmerize people.

  Yi Tianxing slightly furrowed his brow, he had always been influenced by Jia Baoyu's eccentricity, thinking that facial hair was a mundane thing, so why did the man in front of him make him feel so refreshed and clear-headed?

  Bin Ku Da Shi also noticed the man. He smiled slightly and asked: "May I ask who this noble person is?"

  Bamboo Uncle flipped his blind eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Good Master knows, this is a young master of our sect, who has come to pay respects to the Great Virtue of the Return to the Origin Temple today."

  That little lord with a completely black body and an indistinct face slightly nodded, the clear and refreshing aura on his body gradually dispersed, making everyone in the grand hall feel refreshed and invigorated.

  The monks of the Temple of Return showed a solemn expression on their faces. Young Master? Is this the rumored young master who is said to be the most intelligent and unpredictable in terms of strength within the top three days? Indeed, his reputation is not exaggerated, at this time, just such a simple gesture, has led the people in the temple to follow his breath, and feel a sense of resonance.

  Yi Tian Xing's originally furrowed eyebrows were now even more tightly knotted.

  He had always treated this young master as his imaginary enemy, so when he saw this guy in all black, he was originally still sneering at him like a lump of charcoal, but for some reason, he felt a familiar feeling when he sensed the other's aura, and couldn't muster up any hostile intentions.

  He was somewhat curious, so he ignored the bitter master's eye color blockage, smiled and walked out from behind the curtain, still smiling and waving hello.

  "Old bamboo? Long time no see! That morning you vomited several bowls of blood?"

  "Yeshang, the honored guest has arrived, why not bring a few stools to invite the guests to sit? Even if there are no stools in the temple, it's worth getting a few tatami mats and letting everyone sit on the stone floor to have some tea."

  "Good heavens, is this the young master of Tian Xiang? I've long admired your great name. Tsk, tsk, just look at that dashing figure, he's so handsome! When did Versace start making Cheongsam suits?"

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  Yitian walked into the temple, praising and admiring, without regard for the monks' gaze that was both crying and laughing. He walked straight to the young master's front, only to find that this mysterious young master was half a head shorter than himself. Adding to that, this black-shirted, black-haired, and black-hatted young master always lowered his head like a big girl, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

  Bin Ku Da Shi said: "You are being impolite."

  Yi Tianxing turned back and smiled, saying "Whatever, whatever." But in his mind, he was secretly laughing, thinking that this monk was being respectful to him in private, but as soon as they were in front of others, he put on a superior attitude.

  "Amitabha Buddha." Bamboo Uncle gently stroked the bamboo staff in his hand, listening to this young man's nonsense talk, feeling indignant and his fingers trembling slightly: "This gentleman, since you're willing to come out, that's for the best, so as not to harm the harmony between our Ji Xiang Tian and Fo Zong."

  This blind old man was indeed arrogant, and would only mention Jixiangtian and the Buddhist sect in the same breath, but refused to compare it with the Temple of Return to the Origin, as if he felt that such a comparison would lower his own status.

  Yitian Xing furrowed his brow again, only to realize that the number of times he had furrowed his brow in the past few days was more than the total number of times he had done so in the first half of his life: "Ji Xiang Tian is indeed very overbearing."

  "What makes you say that?" Bamboo Uncle looked up at the sky with both eyes, of course, he couldn't see anything.

  Yi Tianxing saw him making a gesture, chuckled and was about to speak when Master Bin Ku had already stood beside him, saluting the young master with his hands together: "I don't know what brings the young master to our temple today?"

  Yi Tian Xing smiled and thought to himself, "This is the hypocrisy of dealing with other sects. Clearly, they know the other side has come to provoke a fight and take people, but on the surface, they still have to put on an innocent and confused look."

  The young master stood quietly, giving a refreshing feeling, as if he were a piece of mysterious ice that kept people at bay. However, when Master Bin Ku spoke, he still bowed slightly in response, only lowering his head further. Even Yi Tianxing, who was quite close to him, couldn't see his face.

  Yi Tian Xing had just acknowledged a new master last night, who seemed to have been possessed by his master's resentment. His own courage also increased greatly. Facing the strongest young master in the province's cultivation world, he actually drooled and leaned forward, completely disregarding etiquette, wanting to see what the other looked like.

  Unexpectedly, the young master in all black also turned around very interestingly, put his hands behind his back, and gazed at the scenery outside the hall, only revealing his straight back, which was as sharp as a sword blade, to Yi Tianxing.

  Yi Tian Xing only felt a ripple in the air in front of him, and a warm power blocked his advance.

  He knew the other party had used magic and couldn't help but smile awkwardly, no longer being presumptuous.

  Bamboo uncle listened to the movement on this side with his ear, and suddenly said: "Mr. Yi, today I came here rashly, just like what was said three days ago that night, is to ask you about a person's whereabouts."

  "Who is it?" Yi Tianxing also learned Master Bin Ku's trick of pretending to be confused, but his heart was already moving, knowing that the real topic had begun.

  "I am a disciple of Tianmen, surname Zong, name Si." Bamboo Uncle's face was full of wrinkles and his aura rose, "In September, I went to Kunlun to retrieve the earth fire, recently returned to the city, but just a few days ago, he suddenly lost his trace."

  "Zhu Ying Sou." Yi Tian Xing had learned the blind man's name a few nights ago by the Seven Eyes Bridge. He shook his head and said, "What does this have to do with me?"

  "A life for a life."

  "I'll fight to the death, it's not my fault." Yi Tianxing said coldly: "Moreover, whether that person named Zong Si is dead or not, you don't know and I don't know either. No body was found, yet you want to frame me for murder?"

  Bin Ku Da Shi lightly declared, "Amitabha, since Yi Tian Xing is a disciple of my Buddhist sect, this matter will naturally be handled by me, the Guiyuan Temple, and your side. There will come a day when everything will become clear."

  The young master, who had been silent all along, was standing with his hands behind his back, watching the sparrows flying around outside the hall. Suddenly, he spoke up and said, "What makes you think you can negotiate with us?" His voice was elegant, but devoid of any emotion, leaving those who heard him with a faint sense of unease that was hard to grasp.

  Ye Xiangseng changed into his favorite white kasaya again today. Hearing this young master's arrogant tone, he couldn't help but sneer: "A big name that has only been passed down for a hundred years, and you think it's worthy of discussing with me? My Buddhist sect in the Central Plains has a history of thousands of years, can't we have a conversation?"

  The young master still didn't turn around, his slender fingers stretched out in front of him, slowly drawing. The sparrows that were originally flying freely outside the temple suddenly seemed to be controlled by some strange power between heaven and earth, unable to fly again, dizzily turning around on the stone pavement... The young master coldly said: "Enough of your nonsense from outside."

  "Namo Amitabha Buddha." The monks in the hall chant the Buddha's name in unison.