The Second Department Provincial City Chapter 89 The Remaining Bureau

  The ancestor's voice reached everyone's ears, except for Yi Tianxing and Qin Zier, who had a sudden realization, the rest of the people were completely unaware. What Yi Tianxing was most familiar with was the Convenient Gate, and at this time, listening to his master's oral explanation of the Chan method of the Three Flavors Sutra, he already had a clear understanding, and couldn't help but smile slightly, slowly sitting down on the ground, folding his legs in the lotus position, and starting to meditate.

  Next, the Tian Jia array conjured up scorching heat, dryness and various external torments, but were all endured by Yi Qin duo. Meanwhile, those few auspicious heaven's people escaped with their lives due to fainting.

  After waiting for a while, it seemed that the suffering of the five senses had stopped. Yi Tianxing furrowed his brow and thought of a question: "Why was there no Cold Extreme Gate?"

  The Tianjia array gradually rotated, and the clear shadow above the Guiyuan Temple gradually revealed a fierce killing intent.

  The old ancestor's aura gradually permeated the entire Demon-Subduing Golden Circle, and with an overbearing and arrogant attitude, he charged towards the cassock shrouded in Buddha light in the sky.

  Like a thunderclap from the distant horizon, two unstoppable forces finally collided.

  The air in the backyard seemed to be distorted and deformed by the collision of this powerful force, and many cracks suddenly appeared in the sky. An unfortunate Qixing Tian high-ranking official who was standing at the edge of a crack let out a miserable cry as he was cut in half from his right shoulder to his left waist by a thin crack, with blood spraying wildly, his body was severed into two halves, dying in a terrible state.

  Looking at the small cracks around him, which were spreading everywhere like dust, Yitian Xing's left eye twitched. Seeing that expert die in such a manner, he couldn't help but glare coldly at Qin Zier, whose face had turned pale: "Someone has died, are you happy now?"

  Qin Zhi'er, who was floating in the air with a faint crackling sound, didn't respond. She only slightly turned her face away, but even so, the sharp-eyed Yi Tianxing still saw a hint of desolation flash across her face.

  Yi Tian Xing didn't know how to stop the Heaven's Sash Array, so he could only place his hopes on Qin Zhi Er, who was about to activate the array eye. He furrowed his brow, stood with one hand, and dodged a deep spatial rift that suddenly appeared in the air. With a flick of his wrist, he transformed into a rapidly spinning wheel of fire and rolled towards Qin Zhi Er.

  Within a distance of less than a few feet, several fine cracks like dust touched his body. The bulletproof stone skin and iron skin became tofu at this time, and fresh blood splashed out from the broken skin, leaving a bloody trail all the way.

  Qin Zier did not expect that this young man, who was usually lazy and timid, would become so brave and fierce at this moment, with a look of confusion on his face.

  Even in haste, Qin Zier's Taoist method was exquisite, her hands forming a lotus finger seal, and the True Orchid String, Fog Willow String, and Void Plum String, the "Spiritual Strings Three Methods" of the ancient Taoist school, were rapidly superimposed on Yi Tianxing's body.

  But Yitian Xing, carrying the heavenly fire, attacked at a speed that was too fast. Even though he was controlled by Ling Xuan's three methods and his four limbs were unable to move, he still relied on inertia to crash into Qin Ziyue like a burning wheel.

  A string of firecrackers exploded between the two bodies, Qin Ziyu spat out a mouthful of blood from the corner of her lips, which dripped down her snow-white chin. Yi Tianxing struggled to stand up with great difficulty, his body revealing countless small wounds, bleeding and dripping onto the ground, making a sizzling sound.

  At this moment, a tiny crack that was originally extremely fine and did not attract attention suddenly opened up between the two bodies at an eerie speed. In the blink of an eye, the small crack turned into a dark and eerie entrance to hell.

  With a body as tough as Yitian's, even if he just grazed a small crack, he would still bleed. If he ran into an opening this big, who could survive?

  Yi Tian Xing was controlled by Ling Xuan's three laws and couldn't move, watching as the murderous spatial crack expanded at a terrifying speed. In the next moment, his entire body would be swallowed up. Who could save him?

  Time seemed to slow down at this moment, Yi Tianxing, who was unable to move his limbs, looked at Qin Zhi'er's face getting closer and closer to him, suddenly saw a hint of inexplicable color on that clear and beautiful face, then that face slowly faded away, like a dream...

  Qin Zier finally used the extremely exhausting true energy technique that she had once used on Wudang Mountain.

  "Pray to the Supreme Clarity to transform..."

  Her thin lips moved slightly, and her entire person transformed into a virtual shadow. The next moment, she transformed from the virtual shadow back into a real body, incredibly appearing right between Yi Tianxing and Sha Ren.

  Qin Zier's palm pushed out!

  However, she pushed in vain and only saw the boy's face gradually moving away with a thoughtful expression, his lips slightly moving. The two exchanged gazes, their minds asking and answering each other silently.

  "Why save me?"

  "I've lied to you, but when did I ever truly want to kill you?"

  Qin Zier wiped away the blood from her lips with a bit of stubbornness, and coldly glanced at Yi Tianxing's distant figure.

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  Yitian Xing did not die and was not sucked into the underworld by those spatial fissures.

  Just at that moment, a loud shout came from the thatched cottage, and a huge hand like a giant of ancient times broke out of the pale blue Fumo Golden Circle, grabbed Yitian Xing, and dragged him into the thatched cottage!

  The thatched cottage had no sense of quiet elegance, and as I lay on the ground, the first thing I saw was books, many books! Then I saw a lot of clutter.

  Then he saw an old monk.

  An old monk with his whole body wrapped in a very old and tattered kasaya, his hair growing wildly and untidily, looking extremely sloppy.

  That old monk had his back to the door, and one of his hands, which was carelessly stretched out from his robe, had some long hairs growing on it. Yi Tianxing's eyes were sharp, and he could see that these long hairs were slightly trembling, as if they were resisting some kind of force. Moreover, this hand also wore a strange bracelet, which emitted a dark golden color. Although it was not an ordinary object, the way it was dressed made it look somewhat gaudy. However, even so, it couldn't hide the old monk's powerful and abnormal aura, which made people feel the urge to bow their heads in worship.

  Yi Tianxing suddenly jumped up and shouted loudly: "Master!"

  Tuo Jixiang Tian, one of the four great masters, weakened the Fumo Golden Circle's blessing. This was his first time entering the thatched cottage, and his first time seeing this legendary master, so he was naturally excited and nervous to an extreme degree, even having a hint of fear.

  "Shut up!" A loud and violent shout rang out.

  Yi Tianxing stuck out his tongue and thought that this person's temper was indeed as bad as people's impression, which was... quite terrible!

  The master had just saved his own life, and Yi classmate didn't dare to disturb him again with the powerful Buddhist robe in the air above the temple. He suppressed his curiosity and turned his gaze away from his back, casting it into the courtyard of the Huiyuan Temple's backyard.

  The power struggle in the backyard became more and more violent, with occasional crackling sounds in the air, and Yi Tianxing knew that these seemingly lovely crackles were actually the collision of a rift in the power, which could take away a living life at any time.

  He gazed at Qin Ziyue, who was moving elegantly amidst the dense cracks, and for some reason, he felt an inexplicable sensation in his heart, furrowing his brow as he looked at the woman.

  The entire temple of Guiyuan Temple was transformed into a cassock, gradually revealing its full power. The three remaining auspicious heavenly masters in the backyard finally died with a burst of blood. Qin Zier, relying on her high cultivation and light body skills, narrowly escaped again and again, but could not escape the formation.

  Yi Tianxing looked back with some concern, only to see a beam of divine light descending from the sky, carrying the supreme Buddha's radiance and shining on top of the old monk's head. Yi Tianxing could feel that this beam of extremely auspicious Buddha's radiance was actually the true power contained within the grand formation, while the powers in the backyard were just some remnants. If he had faced this Buddha's radiance head-on, he would probably have been reduced to ashes with a single glance, and thinking about it made his heart tremble with fear.

  "Hmph!" The old monk let out a faintly disdainful smile, rolled his eyes heavenward, and his pupils shone with golden light, eerily unusual.

  Yi Tianxing secretly admired him, thinking that his master was indeed worthy of being called the "Invincible Hand" in the past. He faced the terrifying and supreme Buddha light with ease, as if he were basking in sunlight.

  Just enjoying the quiet music, but unexpectedly heard a spell coming from the depths of the cassock, making people feel annoyed.

  Fuan Zhe is the master of Yitian Xing. The old monk pointed to the sky and scolded: "Are you playing with me again, using your Concentration True Words?"

  Yi Tianxing heard the four words "Ding Xin Zhen Yan" and saw the red gold bangle on his master's wrist rapidly shrinking, he couldn't help but think of something, his mind buzzing with a loud hum, cold sweat dripping down.

  The mantra of concentration is the Tightening Spell!

  Could it be that the bracelet on the old monk's wrist was the golden hoop that had been placed around his head all those years ago?

  After he became a Buddha, he was locked up here again. I guess his fiery temper must have offended some great god in the Western Heaven, but how could he be so stupid as to put the blame on himself?

  Yi Tian Xing only then realized that today's events were even more perilous than he had imagined, and with great difficulty, he struggled to get up, wanting to help his newly acknowledged master. However, as soon as he took a step closer to Fo Guang, all the true yuan within him suddenly started jumping about uncontrollably, frightening him so much that his soul almost flew out of his body.

  The manacles were getting tighter and tighter, the incantation was getting more and more urgent, the Buddha's light was getting brighter and brighter, and the old monk's body began to shake violently, as if he was enduring extreme pain.

  The hut began to shake and tremble too, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

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  Just as Yi Tianxing was becoming more and more desperate, the four loud and powerful words that had disappeared from the world for thousands of years shouted out again.

  "Take this!"

  The old ancestor shouted in a shrill voice, the sound reverberating through the backyard like thunder, causing Ye Tianxing's ears to ache and nearly fainting, while Qin Ziyu, who was avoiding the power crack, also stumbled and almost lost her life.

  With this earth-shaking howl, the old ancestor flipped his palm, and a black iron rod instantly shot up into the sky, carrying an unstoppable momentum, charging towards the great array of heavenly robes.

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  If the sky is a gong, then this black stick is the mallet that strikes it.

  If the sky is a pot, then this black stick is the shovel that stirs the pot.

  If the heavenly canopy is an array, then this black stick is the banner of that evil array.

  The drum is broken, the pot is cracked, the flag is torn, the drumstick is broken, the pot leaks, the shovel is bent, the formation is destroyed, and the flag is burned.

  This day was November 18th, 1994.

  The iron rod and the heavenly cloak touched, and the sound of collision spread from the back garden of the Temple of Return to the Origin, lightly tearing apart the visual and auditory boundary set up by the auspicious heaven above the back garden, and rushing straight into the sky. Then, in the sky above the provincial capital, it burst open with a loud noise, thunderously transmitting towards the ears of tens of millions of people in the provincial capital.

  On a winter day, a sudden clap of thunder shocked countless pedestrians, and the car alarms in the provincial city, which were still rare, began to sound lonely. The babies inside the buildings started crying, and the losers at the mahjong tables began to curse the heavens... Meanwhile, in the Guiyuan Temple, all the people guarding the outer perimeter were killed by a massive gush of blood caused by the thunderclap. However, all the monks were led by Master Bin Ku to sit inside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, but strangely, they did not face the statue of Sakyamuni, instead sitting behind it and staring at the Guanyin Bodhisattva... It seemed that they had received some kind of revelation. The two powerful cultivators in Beijing's Western Mountains looked grave, and all the practitioners across the 960 million square kilometers were shaken by this thunderclap, their Daoist hearts stirred.

  But with his eyes wide open and his mind shocked, Yi Tianxing did not hear a single sound.

  Two extremely strong forces collided, yet it was like the morning dew carrying the clear droplets, the butterfly wings meeting the gentle breeze, without any sound of collision, only the soft autumn wind gradually sweeping across the land.

  I don't know how long it's been.

  He crawled up from the thatched hut, rubbed his eyes, and found that the backyard had returned to its usual green grass and autumn trees. Only the bloodstains on the ground and Qin Zi'er's pale face fainting on the ground reminded him that a big battle had just taken place.

  Great strength is silent, great sound is rare; true power clashes, and it turns out to be like this.

  "This must all be an illusion." Yi Tianxing found himself and his ancestors seemingly still alive, laughing with gleeful grins.

  A gust of autumn wind blew over, and Yi Tianxing suddenly turned his head to see the old ancestor sitting on a rush cushion, worried and about to rush over to check.

  "Come on!" The old ancestor's voice was shaking and weak, but still overbearing. "What a pity! What a pity! Just a little bit short."

  Yi Tian Xing didn't understand what Master meant by "only a little bit different". He had been dazzled by the remaining Buddha light earlier, and now he felt a stinging pain all over his body: "Master, are you okay?"

  "You won't die." The old ancestor let out a strange laugh and then, unexpectedly, kicked him out of the thatched cottage with one foot, "Useless little brat."

  Yi Tianxing had wanted to continue asking questions, but suddenly felt his body lighten and was sent out of the Fumo Golden Circle by Old Ancestor. As soon as he exited the circle, he saw that the originally thick cyan light circle gradually faded away. Yi Tianxing's heart dimmed, knowing that it would be very difficult for him to enter the thatched cottage again to see his old ancestor and master. After all, using the lives of the four powerful experts from Jixiangtian to exchange for the fading of the Fumo Golden Circle was not something that could be done at any time.

  "The snow silkworms of the heavenly canopy have already been planted on your bird son's forehead, as long as the Vermilion Bird's spirit body is not destroyed, the great array of the canopy will never be complete. How can it affect my family? If it weren't for this, how could I have endured these hardships of summer and winter? Now although I still cannot go out, it also cannot think of starving me to death, at most only fifty years... fifty years..."

  Yi Tian Xing was shocked in his heart, only to realize that the original Guiyuan Temple's treasure, the heavenly cloak, wasn't actually a heavenly cloak. The silver feather on Zhu Que's forehead was just a piece of the real heavenly cloak. Thinking about how he had almost lost his life facing this one piece back then, he couldn't help but feel shocked by today's array. Furthermore, thinking about the deep plans and far-reaching thoughts of his ancestors, he couldn't help but raise a huge question mark, wondering if this person from back then was indeed clever, but these kinds of small schemes were usually just child's play.

  "Why didn't Master stop the plot of these auspicious heavenly experts? If we make the first move, won't it be unnecessary to harden our guard against this terrible Heavenly Array?" A hint of doubt flashed through Yi Tianxing's mind, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by something.

  Qin Ziyue, who had been lying limp on the ground, suddenly turned pale and her entire body was lifted into mid-air by an unseen force.

  Qin Zier suddenly woke up, biting her lower lip, her left hand swiftly operating the sword, and her body disappeared in an instant. The next moment, she appeared in another sky in the backyard. Unexpectedly, that power had a mysterious ability to predict where she was going, and it caught her again.

  This girl's family is indeed worthy of being a top-notch clan, with her body moving swiftly and unpredictably, drawing countless strange arcs in the air to dodge that invisible palm. Unfortunately, the gap in power was too great, and she was finally grasped by that invisible giant hand.

  A golden light flashed around her body, forming a blurry human hand that could be seen preparing to exert force at its joints.

  "Little Master!" The bloodied and battered Zhu Ying was shocked by this voice, his heart nearly stopping in fright.

  Yitian Xing's mouth was wide open, but he didn't know what to shout.

  Since the Heavenly Array has temporarily subsided, who else in this world can possess such a domineering ability besides our ancestors?

  "This girl has a bad heart, wants to come and kill me." The old ancestor's overbearing voice came out, "But the guts are quite big, I like it."

  Yi Tianxing shrugged and was about to speak when another strange occurrence happened in the back garden of the Guiyuan Temple.

  "Go easy on me."

  A strange voice came from the backyard.

  A middle-aged man in a black robe suddenly appeared out of nowhere, his body eerily floating in mid-air. With a swift motion of his right hand, a crystal clear and slender sword emerged from his sleeve, its blade flashing with a soft whoosh as it sliced down towards Qin Zhi'er's face.

  A strange light flashed by, and Qin Zier slowly broke free from the control of the old ancestor, and was caught by that skilled middle-aged man and flew to the roof of the temple hall of Guiyuan Temple.

  "Want to leave?" The old ancestor was beaten by the Tian Jiaoluo formation today, and he was also touched by that tight mantra, which triggered his heartache for many years. In a fit of rage, he moved with anger.

  "Don't go." The middle-aged man said sincerely: "Senior's divine power is not something that we ordinary people can compare to. However, if Senior wants to keep me here, I'm afraid the power will have to be increased again, and when the time comes, the Heavenly Array will be activated once more, causing a disturbance in the mortal world with the contention of immortal techniques. What's the point of this?"

  "You came ten years ago." The old ancestor said.

  "That's right. I, Wan Sheng, met you three days ago in Linchuan, Qin. Ten years ago, I was arrogant and came to challenge you, but I suffered a crushing defeat and returned. For the past ten years, I have been hiding in the deep mountains, devoting myself to cultivation." The middle-aged man bowed respectfully.

  Yi Tian Xing's eyes flashed with a cold glint, knowing that this middle-aged man was definitely Qin Zhi Er's father, the mysterious master of the Upper Three Heaven Gates. He looked at Qin Zhi Er again and found that her pale face was obediently standing behind her father.

  "The young girl doesn't know the height of the sky or the thickness of the earth, and she's worried about her own life, so she's being presumptuous and bothering you, please forgive her this time." Qin Lin Chuan said.

  Yitian Xing knew that the two people in this conversation were not ones he could interrupt, so he quietly listened.

  "Who is that little brat who came to bother me seventy years ago among you?"

  "He is the founder of this school."

  "Later on, some more came..."

  "I am also one of them."

  The old ancestor laughed and said, "These guys are not smart at all. None of them can compare to this little girl's cunning today. She actually came up with such a method that almost took my life."

  Qin Linchuang glanced at his injured daughter with a hint of guilt and then said, "Please forgive me, senior."

  The old ancestor said proudly: "This young man in front of you is my apprentice. If you don't obey, you can replace me and teach him a lesson."

  "I dare not." Qin Linchuan said solemnly, "Your disciple Gao Xian has already won the bet on Wudang Mountain, but my daughter is too proud to admit it. This time, I will definitely bring her back and discipline her severely."

  Qin Linchuan glanced at Yi Tianxing, smiled slightly, and Yi Tianxing was stunned by his gaze. When he saw Qin Zier's pale face in his arms, her eyes cast a resentful glance at him, but he quickly turned away.

  The secular cultivator leader, Upper Three Heaven's Gate Master Qin Lin Chuan's elegant smile did not last for long.

  In the backyard, that golden fist which was gradually fading away slowly floated back into the thatched cottage. The old ancestor let out a very scornful snort, and the golden fist raised its middle finger. Then with a flick of its middle finger, a faint golden light burst forth and struck Qin Lin Chuan's back.

  "Get lost, I'm tired."

  Qin Linchuan spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the temple tiles of the Guiyuan Temple with crimson dots, but he didn't dare to fight back, and retreated with a respectful bow.

  For the past three days, since Jian Pai's initial visit, there have been numerous top-notch experts coming to the Temple of Origin, intending to do harm to the Old Ancestor. However, they all ended up being unable to even touch the foundation and retreated in disarray.

  But in 1994, this time it was the master's daughter Qin Zier who acted on her own, unexpectedly becoming the closest to success in history, but also the most tragic. Twenty-three top masters of the province's capital city died, leaving only Qin Zier and Zhu Yingzou, a blind girl and an old man.

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  Yi Tian Xing knew that things were far from over, and with a nonchalant flick of his eyebrow, he turned back to gaze at the thatched cottage, saying in a soft voice, "Master, you're being unusually gentle today."

  "Huh?"

  Yi Tian Xing rubbed his temples: "I didn't think you'd let that little girl go."

  "My family, apart from the female demon, when did we ever kill a woman?!" The old ancestor's anger rose, "And another thing... From now on, I won't interfere with outside matters. With this broken cassock holding me back, even if I wanted to intervene, there's no way to do so. That girl and those ignorant kids are all yours to play with, lest you get too bored."

  Yi Tian Xing took a deep breath, and with a bitter smile thought to himself: I'm not like you, locked up for 500 years with nothing better to do than picking fights for fun. As for my own abilities, I don't know if I'm the one being played or playing others.

  "Besides, if it wasn't for that girl finding a few Taoist priests to weaken the Golden Vajra Demon Subduing Circle, my family would have saved some effort. How could my family have made a move to break the formation? Letting her live is already doing her a favor."

  "So this was all calculated by you?" Yi Tianxing took a deep breath in surprise.

  He stopped for a long time, and then his voice sounded again: "Borrowing the Nine Heavens Profound Fire and the Tianmo's Ice Snow Robe to compete with each other, I took the Ice Snow Robe and planted it on that red bird's forehead. The ice and fire complemented each other, damaging the foundation of the Tianmo. Also, taking advantage of these treacherous Taoist priests and that extremely clever little girl, weakening the Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle, I tried to break through this formation to see if I had any possibility of getting out... Who would have thought it was still a hair's breadth away?"

  Yi Tianxing took a third deep breath of cool air, his voice unclear as he said: "Great... great... great villain... doesn't seem like Master's strong and fierce image."

  The old ancestor laughed eerily for two seconds: "No matter who it is, being locked up for 500 years in the front and 500 years in the back will also come up with some bad ideas."

  "What kind of powerful treasure is the Tian Jia Suo Great Formation?" Feeling the old ancestor's bitter sorrow, Xiao Yi also felt a pang of sadness and quickly changed the subject.

  "Hmm... is this your master's battle robe?"

  He stared blankly and was speechless.

  "Master, what will the disciple do in the future?"

  "Higher, faster, stronger, and even stronger..."

  "Huh?" Yi Tianxing asked cautiously: "Did I hear that wrong?"

  "I'm not illiterate!" The old ancestor was furious: "The treatment of the past 500 years is much better than that of the previous 500 years. No need to look at the scenery and eat astringent peaches, the articles of the Donglin Party in the Ming Dynasty, the travel notes of the Tongcheng School in the Qing Dynasty, the verbal battles of the early Republic, the big-character posters of the Cultural Revolution, and the tabloids and weeklies of today. Your master, my family has read more than you can imagine, I've read more books than you know words!"

  "You're just idle." Yi Tianxing thought with a sly smile.

  "Cuckoo, cuckoo," The little vermilion bird had flown back into the temple at some unknown time and was chirping ceaselessly, as if mocking something.

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  Yi Tianxing finally couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Master, why are you locked up again?"

  He didn't hear the answer and suddenly asked with shining eyes: "Master, you won't say that I am also a heavenly immortal reborn from heaven, will you?"

  "Get out!"

  The old ancestor finished saying this word neatly and cleanly, and the thatched cottage fell into silence, with no more sounds rising.

  Yì Tiān Xíng knelt on the ground with a muffled voice, bowed his head several times in the direction of Cao She's residence, and then left from the back garden.

  Behind the Dahongbao Hall, I found Benku Shang wiping the Guanyin statue with a smile. Originally wanted to scold him for two sentences, but suddenly found no way to start scolding, so he fiercely spat twice: "You monk, your heart is quite poisonous."

  "Amitabha Buddha, the ancestral masters are compassionate and benevolent. As the saying goes, 'when a knife comes to my head, I will receive it.' If I don't enter hell, who will? Since these Taoist brothers from Jixiangtian want to follow me into the back garden, why should I stop them?" Master Bin Ku's face was dignified and commanding.

  "Only... many people have died."

  "Amitabha Buddha." Brin's bitter master smiled and said, "The old monk of the small temple, where is his mighty name? Everyone expected the old ancestor to take action, but who would have thought that the young prince would come up with such a vicious plan, and who would have thought that the old ancestor would wait until the Tianji cloak array was launched before taking action." After thinking for a moment, he sighed and said, "This is the first time in 200 years that the Tianji cloak array of our temple has been activated. It's indeed formidable."

  Yi Tianxing didn't bother to respond, smiling as he tossed out a sentence: "After all, you're just a gatekeeper, what's with all the sighs?" He brushed his sleeve and was about to leave the temple.

  Bin Ku Da Shi hastily said: "Easy Guardian, one month later we will open the Dao field, you must remember to come back."

  Yi Tian Xing said with a bad tone: "You still dare to find me for trouble after three days? What's the use of having me as your hitman?"

  Bin Ku Da Shi smiled and said: "The Buddha said it cannot be spoken."

  "Ouch." Yi Tianxing rubbed his aching body all over, let out a sigh, and headed towards the temple gate.

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  The police and soldiers outside the Temple of Return had already cleaned up the bloody scene, leaving no trace. The incense guests and tourists gradually gathered around, discussing what had happened earlier. The vendors at the stalls began to shout, children laughed and played, a peaceful scene unfolded.

  Yi Tianxing watched all of this, smiled slightly, and felt a sense of peace in his heart. He decided to return to school to take care of some things, then go see Yuan Ye who he hadn't seen in a long time and Xiao at the hospital, before heading back to the county town once again.

  It all boils down to three things: Qin Zier wants to kill the old ancestor, the old ancestor wants to escape, and Fozong wants to undermine the power of the Three Heavens... No matter how you look at it, there's nothing that concerns him. He sighed, suddenly realizing that in this world, there really is no one who can be truly trusted. To survive in this world, he still has to rely on himself.

  Yitian Xing smiled bitterly and shook his head, gazing up at the spotless sky, then looked over at the clumsy flight of the fat red bird soaring high above.

  He's going back to the county town, he's going to face the most important person in his life, he's going to tell her: Do you know? I might be a big monster, do you know? There are really gods in the world, do you know? It turns out that the monks in the Guiyuan Temple are just like businessmen, do you know? I met a very fierce girl. Do you know? I may have taken a very powerful demon as my master, and it's possible that I'm the next successor to the former Dharma transmitter. Do you know? I can set fires, and I've also raised a bird son, who is even more skilled at setting fires than me...

  "Do you know? I seem not to be human."

  "Lailai, do you still want me?"

  "I want to live a good life with you, I want to live in a big house with you, so I don't want anyone to disturb us, so I want... higher, faster, stronger, even stronger, and even stronger!"

  The young man clenched his fists and shouted towards the sky of the provincial city.