Knowledge is power - Bacon of Great Britain once said

Yi Tianxing didn't realize how reasonable this sentence was. He had been opening a bookstore in the provincial capital for two months, and he understood that it was definitely not the power brought by these ink-scented books in the bookstore, but his inhuman power that suppressed those with bad intentions in the provincial capital.

The bookstore is located in the southwest of the provincial capital on the edge of the ink lake, a façade is connected to the back of the three bedrooms, one has been converted into a library, the façade is full of all kinds of books and publications, although the business is not good, but it is barely able to live, anyway, he just needs a pretense of life, and does not care too much about income.

Lao Xing Laolin, the four bigwigs of the provincial capital and rivers and lakes, were forced by Yi Tianxing's "power of the Buddha", and were frightened by his nonsense "ghost head", and had long lost the courage to challenge and escape - courage is so simple, once lost, it will be difficult to get it back - these days, the four of them have honestly gone to Guiyuan Temple on time every week to report on incense and study Buddhism, but later reported that the place of gathering and learning was changed to this small bookstore on the shore of Ink Lake.

Because there is a Master here.

Ye Xiangseng has been following Yi Tianxing to take care of the bookstore, wearing a coarse cloth robe all day long and wandering among the booksellers and students, greeting the strange glances of the people around him with a gentle smile on his face. This kind of concentration, even if it is Yi Xiaoyou, he sighs to himself. And this monk, who had an increasingly compassionate feeling, naturally took over the glorious task of educating the hooligans.

"Today, we are going to study the fourth story of the Hundred Karma Sutra: Nengwang Bhikshu, this story is about the retribution of killing, short life and sickness......"

In the hut behind the bookstore, Ye Xiangseng said slowly, and the four hooligan leaders listened very respectfully.

The hooligan leader likes this handsome monk, and he doesn't like the boss of this small bookstore, because the monk is very gentle and the boss is very fierce.

Yi Tianxing carried a bag of books in the hut and walked to the front façade, glaring at the old guys: "Stay for a while, hurry up and write out your reading experience, don't delay until eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening like last week, this Ye Xiang is here to work for me, not to be a volunteer teacher for you." ”

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The process of learning by the hooligan leader is the hour when the wind is raging in the area of Ink Lake.

These four hooligan leaders experienced the prisoner of Guiyuan Temple, and their courage suddenly became a lot smaller, although Yi Tianxing's strongman behavior of catching people with a single knife made them desperate, and they no longer had the courage to challenge the Gu family, but they were used to treating people with a dangerous heart, and they were always worried that the other three "classmates" who were listening to the class together would not set up an ambush on the way to and from the Ink Lake, so they always brought a lot of bodyguards and thugs.

Every Wednesday night, you can see thugs standing in a row along a small bookstore, and every week you can see a real Hong Kong gangster negotiation film.

This situation finally ended quickly after Yi Tianxing expressed slight dissatisfaction.

But there are many people, and the provincial city finally knows that this small bookstore was opened by the lonely young hero of the ancient family, and the result of the filial piety of the four hooligan leaders, so no one in the Ink Lake area dared to enter the Jianghu forces, and some of the original gangsters have already consciously withdrawn from ten miles away. From February of 15 years, within a radius of three kilometers, the small bookstore reached the lakeside in the southwest and the Guiyuan Temple in the northeast, becoming the best public security area in the provincial capital.

This situation was maintained until Yi Tianxing left the provincial capital, and many years later, there were still some old residents who were reminiscing about the peace at that time.

"At that time, I didn't hear the cry of war, but I only heard: Taiping!

Mr. Lu once said.

These days, Yi Tianxing is also studying, and after getting to know some booksellers, he went to search for some Sanskrit primers to see, what is the click-and-click for a long time, and he didn't make a clear decision, what did the golden characters I saw in the small pond in Gaoyang County last year mean.

But you still have to learn. Although knowledge is not a direct power, the easiest way to obtain power is this--two months, he often reviewed the Zazen Sanwei Sutra in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple, and naturally it is even more impossible to give up the two Dao methods that Qin Zi'er leaked from his fingers, and the Heart Sutra became more and more proficient, and his cultivation increased, but when he thought of the three monks on the top of the snowy mountain, he still felt that it was not enough-he also thought about whether he had to practice the Bodhi Gate exercises from the master, but the old ancestor said a word that made him dispel this idea.

"Children dance with sledgehammers, that's called looking for death. ”

After a few hours of silent thinking, he began to run with weights, and the exercise of ** was also a way to become stronger. Turning the gold ring on the little finger of his right hand into a five-hundred-pound chain around his waist, he began to run every morning, along the shore of the ink lake, in the early morning mist.

The ink lake is not small, about 20 square kilometers, and ordinary people can't run down.

And Yi Tianxing had a five-hundred-pound gold hoop wrapped around his waist, and he didn't feel too tired. Even though he didn't dare to run too fast in the bustling city, he still only ran back to the small bookstore in about half an hour.

This scene was finally seen by those who care.

The old men and women who got up in the morning every day like him watched the boy set off from this side of the lake, and came back from the other side of the lake thirty or forty minutes later, and at first they always thought that the boy was on a bus, but they thought that no one would be stupid like this, right?

And Yi Tianxing thought he was very restrained, and he didn't notice these at all.

Early one morning, the coach of the provincial track and field team also came to watch the strongman who was said to be able to run 10 kilometers at a speed of 400 meters. The coach watched Yi Tianxing set off in the woods, and then began to time, and when Yi Tianxing ran back from the other side of the lake without red breath or sweat, he pinched off the stopwatch.

Then dumbfounded.

"Thirty-one minutes and forty-two seconds. ”

If you go to a marathon at this speed, you can compete with your black and thin friends in Kenya.

The next day.

Yi Tianxing ran back to the lake, kicked his legs twice, and quietly turned the gold chain into a ring on his tail finger, and then looked at the young man in front of him, and had the following conversations.

"Hello, classmate. ”

"Well, I'm not going to school now, what's the matter?"

"I'm Coach He of the provincial track and field team, I saw you running just now, and I was a little interested. ”

Yi Tianxing chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly said, "Oh, what's wrong?"

"You're running fast, the lake is so big, you can run a lap in half an hour. ”

"Hehe, you misunderstood, I run to Guiyuan Temple every day, and then take the car to the lake to order today's book. ”

"Huh?"

"I'm a bookstore owner. ”

"Don't lie to me. The coach didn't know why the young man in front of him was reluctant to show his ability, "I didn't believe it yesterday, so I followed you on a motorcycle today." ”

Yi Tianxing looked at it slightly, thinking in his heart that it was strange to say how it felt strange to run today, it turned out that someone was following him.

"What do you want to say?"

"Do you want to be on the track and field team? ”

"I don't want to. ”

"Why?"

"I just don't want to. ”

"If you run out, your future life will be very jīng彩. ”

"What's the Jīng color method?"

"Well, you can get a lot of honors. ”

"I don't want to. ”

"You can have a good financial income. ”

"How much can an athlete earn? Chen Yueling also wants to do business in the United States now, and I don't have to do anything now and have money to spend, which is very good. ”

"It turned out to be a little rich, but ...... You can win glory for the country. ”

Yi Tianxing scratched his head, didn't want to say anything more, patted his ass and left, thinking to himself as he walked: "If you go to the Olympics and win a gold medal, it is equivalent to a big man becoming a big man to participate in the women's 100 meters...... Playing this kind of unfair competition, then our country's face will be lost. ”

Left behind the helpless and confused coach of the provincial track and field team.

These are all small episodes of life, but they have an impact on the pace of life, and then he had to change the time of practicing running to late at night, and it was this change that he found something strange.

Every late at night, Ye Xiangsheng would sit by the lake, looking at the Rumo Night Lake, full of quietness.

"I've been sitting for a few days, what are you thinking?" Yi Tianxing took off the gold chain from his waist, sat down beside the monk, and played with the chain with his fingers, and the gold chain turned into a fire in the night.

Ye Xiangseng tilted his head slightly, and suddenly said, "Senior brother, what is the purpose of cultivating Buddha?"

Yi Tianxing thought for a while: "I agree with Hu Shi's opinion, the final thing is to break through the threshold of life and death, and the great suffering of life is this matter." ”

Ye Xiangseng smiled slightly: "That's self-saving, but you have to have compassion to save others." ”

Yi Tianxing looked at the sky speechlessly, and said faintly after a while: "Compassion is really complicated. I once saved a fire last year...... It was a very happy thing to find out that I could save people's lives, and I once thought about whether I should be a part-time firefighter in my future life, but then I found out that the provincial city has to make tens of thousands of fires a year, and the fire brigade has to be dispatched dozens of times a day. ”

Ye Xiang interjected: "If you save one person, you will be one person." ”

Yi Tianxing looked at the lake and said calmly: "The two people who are trapped by the fire at the same time, how do I choose who to save?

Ye Xiang shook his head, his face full of compassion: "If you save someone, you will be a person." ”

"What are you doing by the ink lake every night?" Yi Tianxing smiled wordlessly and asked instead.

"Save people. Ye Xiangseng stood up with his hands folded, and the coarse cloth robe fluttered gently in the night breeze, "There was a woman who jumped into the lake here last month, and I was worried that someone would commit suicide in the future, so I came here every night to wait." ”

"The ancients waited for the rabbit, and the leaves waited for the lake to drown. Yi Tianxing shook his head, "If you really want to save people, you should go to the covered bridge on the Fubei River, where people jump under the water almost every two or three days." ”

Ye Xiangseng also smiled bitterly: "So you're right, you and I can't save all the people in the world, the so-called saving people is just comforting ourselves." After a pause, he said softly: "It turns out that cultivating Buddha is to make yourself feel at ease. ”

Weak words floated over the ink lake.

Yi Tianxing patted him on the shoulder: "You are a true monk, you have a compassionate heart, I don't have any uneasy thoughts." ”

He stood up and danced in the air with a gold chain: "The purpose of my cultivation of Buddhism is also very simple, that is, I want to become stronger and be able to save my life. ”

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The boy was telling the truth, he was practicing desperately, desperately trying to find a way to make himself stronger.

After months of practice, his jīng god and ** have reached their peak state, a certain rì sat in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple to meditate, like a red jade plate-like true fire wheel around the Dao heart that was already the size of the first lotus, the silk of the true yuan was entwined, and the beauty was abnormal.

He suddenly had a move in his heart, and he thought of the trick he had used in No. 43 Wuxiang, his eyes opened, and the three Seven Star Dou Jue were urged, and the ethereal Dao heart in his body began to swell slightly, and with a gentle touch on the True Fire Life Wheel, a piece of heavenly fire was stirred up and forced between his fingers.

He raised his right arm, and with a slight crackling sound, he aimed at the hut.

Using the Supreme Heart Sutra to control his divine thoughts, he compressed the heavenly fire at the second knuckle of his index finger into a tiny star.

The mustard seed is small, but it takes a great deal of mental control to withstand the rebound of the Heavenly Fire - Yi Tianxing clearly felt that this little spark contained extremely powerful power.

As soon as the three flavors of zazen were lucky, the wheel of life in the body turned rapidly, and a powerful force rushed straight to the right arm from the body, and it was like compressed air, forcing out the heavenly fire in the knuckles!

The terrible sound of breaking wind sounded, and the heavenly fire seemed to cut a hole in the air without resistance, and it shot forward sharply along the straight black line, which seemed to be a few points faster than the speed of the bullet.

In an instant, the Demon King Kong circle reacted, and the pale blue magic circle appeared slightly.

And this heavenly fire seemed to be extremely sharp, and it broke through a small hole alive and drilled into the Demon King Kong Circle.

Sharp-eyed people may be able to see that when this heavenly fire is blocked by the pale blue sè vajra circle, it disappears in a very short moment, and only appears in the circle the next moment.

Breaking the Sky?!

Yi Tianxing raised his eyebrows, knowing that he had played an extremely powerful trick, and he could even penetrate the Demon King Kong Circle, so what bullet armor could stop it? Tianhuo had already disappeared in the hut, and there was no movement, and he would not be worried, because there was his master living inside, the most powerful monster.

"Yes, there is progress. The ancestor said.

Hearing the rare praise, Yi Tianxing put his index finger in front of his lips, gently blew on his fingers, and posed in the disgusting posture of a western cowboy.