Suzaku is certainly not a Buddhist thing...... But the male pig has to deal with Buddhism, so he talks about it so far. The reason for this novel is to make money, and I try to justify the story itself, but it makes sense, and it makes no sense, and this book doesn't make any sense, hehe, forgive me. Inside, all religious things and the like are all nonsense -- greasy and unscrupulous disclaimer

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Retreat is a ritual that has been passed down through history.

Broadly speaking, in ancient times, there was Bodhidharma facing the wall, and now there are medical hunger strikes, and there are different forms of disturbance; in terms of teleology, the sloppy Taoist Zhang Sanfeng's retreat is to create Tai Chi, Wang Chongyang's retreat is to hide from Lin Chaoying, and Gates, the richest man in the world today, retreats twice a year to make more money; in terms of results, Zhang Sanfeng was beaten by the monk who just appeared in retreat and vomited blood, so that Hu Chong's retreat forced the little junior sister away......

But either way, when a person in retreat goes out, there will always be some adventure or benefit.

So far, Yi Tianxing has been in retreat in the meditation room of Guiyuan Temple, not drinking, eating, or speaking.

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In the early morning, the morning light is faint, the leaves in the temple are gently swaying in the wind, and the diligent insects crawl out of the small holes in the trees to challenge the courage of the birds; the monks who do the morning class are hungry and longing for gruel, steamed buns and pickles; Master Bin Ku, the presiding officer of Guiyuan Temple, is eating fragrant somen noodles with his beloved disciple Ye Xiangmonk, while worrying about Yi Tianxing, who is deep in the meditation room.

The door of the meditation room creaked open from the inside.

Yi Tianxing blinked his somewhat sticky eyes, and looked at the monks who came up with some confusion. The monks tithe, which is the number of rituals for the first retreat practitioner in Kaiyuan Temple in decades.

Yi Tianxing smiled slightly, and his fingers gently touched the little Vermilion Bird head that came out of his arms.

Master Bin Ku didn't rush from the meditation room, carefully took his hand, smiled at Xiao Suzaku more carefully, and asked softly, "Master Yi?"

Yi Tianxing's mind was slightly dizzy, the scene he saw was very different from usual, it seemed to be covered with a faint veil, but it became clearer, thinking of the legend of the Tang Dynasty Shuanglong that he had just read a few days ago, he couldn't help but be excited and moved...... He smiled slightly, and said with a little pride: "Master Lao is worried, the kid understands." ”

The monks saluted again, and the huge courtyard was quiet. Master Bin Ku showed a pleased smile on his face, Yi Tianxing stroked the warm little Vermilion Bird with his right hand, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and he suddenly found that the woods in Guiyuan Temple were like being plated with a layer of red by the morning glow, and the slightly atomized gaze seemed to be able to carefully grasp the vividness of every detail, and then look at the distant sky as if there was purple smoke gradually rising......

He shook his head slightly to reduce his dizziness, and his heart said that he had achieved great cultivation, and he couldn't help laughing, but this last laugh seemed to be choked by something, and stopped in his throat, and his whole body fell straight back, and the back of his head, which was stronger than the jīng stone, knocked on the stone steps of Guiyuan Temple, and smashed the bluestone slab into a depression with a bang.

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"The retreat was three rì, but I didn't expect it to be burned. Ye Xiangseng twisted the wet towel and applied it to Yi Tianxing's forehead, and said urgently.

Monk Bin Ku couldn't help but chuckle and said to him, "Hugh is rude. ”

"Ahh......h Yes...... It turns out that the king's qi is not so easy to refine. He suddenly grabbed the sleeve of the monk Bin Ku and said in a mournful voice: "Master, the kid is in retreat for three years, and he thinks that he is familiar with the practice of the Heart Sutra Sutra, and he can be regarded as understanding some Buddhist wisdom, and the control of the true element in the body should be no problem, why is this high fever still not gone?"

Bin sighed bitterly, looked at him for a long time and said, "The donor has practiced ......" glanced sideways at the little red bird who had been sleeping against Yi Tianxing's cheek and said: "...... Moreover, the old man had previously diagnosed the pulse of the donor, and he faintly found that the heart rhythm of the donor was connected with this Vermilion Bird, so it seems that he is afraid that the true yuan in the donor's body will be more prosperous, and the more abundant the fire in the body of this Vermilion Bird, and this little Vermilion Bird has not yet transformed into a psychic, and cannot cultivate on his own, and the donor has a high fever...... It looks like it's only going to get stronger. ”

Yi Tianxing was taking out the thermometer from under his armpit, looking at the height of the mercury column, he was so frightened that he almost threw the thermometer out of the window, and when he heard the old monk say that the burn would become more and more fierce, he couldn't help but turn yellow with horror, and he couldn't speak for a while, and only after a while did he tremble and say: "Don't, I haven't been sick since I was a child, but I can't resist the feeling of dizziness in this day, and I want to be fierce?"

After saying this, I suddenly felt a burning pain in my chest, and my brain was dizzy, and I fell into a deep sleep again.

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And it's not to blame him for being timid. He has not been bad since he was a child, and later he learned the magic of Xuanhuo without a teacher, I don't know if it is inviolable, but he has never had this disease, nor has he been injured, and he really doesn't know the taste of pain. These days, she suddenly has a small illness, a small fever, and her head falls heavily on her neck - just like a girl who has never eaten chili peppers and is suddenly poured a pot of boiled fish - the discomfort is really indescribable.

After a while, Yi Tianxing reluctantly opened his somewhat reddened eyes, and asked out of breath, "Then what can be done?"

Master Bin Ku frowned, thought for a while, and then said, "Donor, looking at the current situation, it is really not appropriate for you to get along with the Vermilion Bird Divine Bird for a long time. ”

Yi Tianxing's eyes closed slightly, and he thought for a while and said, "If it leaves my side and can't absorb the fire yuan in my body, will it be fine?"

"Of course not, the divine beast has its own way of survival, even if it is separated from you, the worst result will only be to grow slowly, and I don't think it will be in danger of life. ”

Yi Tianxing looked sideways at the little red bird beside his head, looking at its smooth feathers, and his heart swelled with strong reluctance.

At this moment, someone seemed to cough.

Yi Tianxing immediately realized that this voice was the one who stunned him. And the little Suzaku who had been sleeping soundly also woke up suddenly, standing on the pillow, twisting his little round head and looking around, his little feet rubbing the soft cloth on the pillow restlessly, looking extremely nervous.

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Yi Tianxing's brain sounded like a thunderous sound.

"It's been a long time since I've seen this little thing, come and play. ”

Little Suzaku seemed to understand this sentence as well, and cooed, his voice hurried and uneasy, and seemed to be extremely frightened.

Yi Tianxing was shocked when he saw its demeanor. Before he could react, he saw the air in the meditation room writhing strangely, and the faint light was twisted into phantom patterns, as if a force was entering the meditation room by the transmission of air.

The little Suzaku innocently blinked his little black eyes, cooed and screamed twice, and the feathers on his body suddenly messed up, as if he was grabbed by someone's hand, and rose into the middle of the meditation room quite strangely.