Feng Yiyang said thoughtfully: "Because it is positive, it is not broken, so it is so, there is still such a reason." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In a trance, Feng Yiyang seemed to see a door open to him that he didn't know where to go, and in front of the new martial arts principles, Feng Yiyang fell into deep thought.

Xiao Rong and Tang Si both kept silent in amusement.

Suddenly, the wind raised his head and asked: "I understand, because you are positive, the strength of your fist is irremoparable, because the fist and you have become one, if I want to hit you, I must face your fist!

Tang Si nodded and smiled: "The donor is really smart, and the little monk admires it." ”

Xiao Rong rubbed his chin with two fingers and nodded: "Well, I see, what does this have to do with the little selfishness you said?"

Tang Si said solemnly: "Its implementation of the so-called Mahayana Sutra, which is divided into three books, namely the Medicine Master Liuli Sutra, the Ami Bliss Sutra, and the Mahavira Sutra, legend has it that these three scriptures record the best supernatural powers of my Buddhism, among which there are clues to the fate of the little monk who has been struggling to pursue. ”

Feng Yiyang said in surprise: "Fate, is it the fifth of the six supernatural powers that Senior Brother said just now?"

Tang Si nodded and said: "Yes, the punch of the little monk just now also came from this kind of supernatural comprehension, but what the little monk learned and understood is not even a little bit of fate, legend has it that mastering the fate pass is equivalent to stepping out of reincarnation with one foot, and it is only a line away from cultivating the positive fruit, you can know the fate of life and death, the truth of the world, not anger or anger, and see the origin of these three thousand worlds, which is the root of all this." ”

Feng Yiyang said: "It's so powerful, then it's great that you can get some fur." ”

Xiao Rong said lightly: "Amazing? Not only is it amazing, do you know how long his master, Monk Jiaye, participated in the bitter Zen after being defeated by our master, before he was known as the fur of the rough fate?"

Feng Yiyang shook his head and said: "I just heard that this monk is very powerful, the old man said that this monk was the second in the world back then, but I haven't heard of him participating in bitter meditation." ”

Xiao Rong said leisurely with his hands behind his back: "That's because you were still young when Jia Ye came out of the customs, it was seventeen years ago, when I happened to pass by the Red Leaf Temple, I heard that Jia Ye was out of the customs, known as a little through the fate of the fur, at that time the entire Tang Dynasty and the Buddhist disciples came to pay homage, the grand occasion was unprecedented." ”

"Seventeen years ago!" Feng Yiyang glared and said speechlessly: "The old man of the mountain said that he was the one who won the battle thirty years ago, so isn't this old monk who has participated in the bitter meditation for thirteen years." ”

"Exactly. Xiao Rong nodded and said: "And at that time, Jia Ye only touched the threshold of fate, Tang Si monk realized the truth of martial arts from fate at this age, I am afraid that the skill is not as good as Jia Ye, but Buddhism has already overcome." ”

"Amitabha. Tang Si sang a Buddha horn in a low voice, but he didn't refute it, it seemed that he acquiesced.

Feng Yiyang was stunned for a while, then slowly stepped forward, and slowly reached out to pat Tang Si's shoulder, Tang Si's shoulder trembled slightly, and finally he didn't hide.

As soon as the wind was raised, he didn't mean to be lucky, he just patted Tang Si's shoulder lightly, and naturally said something that made Xiao Rong's chin drop to the ground.

Feng Yiyang patted Tang Si's shoulder and said calmly: "Well, you are very powerful, when you find that Buddhist scripture and come back, come and be my attendant." ”

Tang Si smiled slightly and said, "Doesn't the donor think that the little monk is ugly?"

Feng Yiyang wrinkled his head and looked at it for a while, and said flatly: "Don't say it, it's quite ugly, but I'm used to watching it, so it's decided, you be my follower, otherwise I will beat you once I see you." ”

Tang Si smiled and said, "Okay, when the little monk comes back, he will be the benefactor's follower." ”

A young man catches his head, and a young monk tacitly raises his right palm and strikes each other three times in the air.

Three crisp sounds, clear and powerful.

Feng Yiyang laughed, "Then I'll go, be careful on your own road, my followers are not allowed to be bullied outside." ”

Tang Si: "Eh, little monk as much as possible." ”

Feng Yiyang slapped Tang Si's bald head quite familiarly, "I'm really unambitious, try my best! ”

Tang Si said cautiously: "Then what if they haven't heard of your name as a donor? Donor, you don't seem to have much reputation outside of Chang'an...... Not to mention outside of Datang. ”

Feng Yiyang glared and said dejectedly: "I know, I'm just talking." ”

After Feng Yiyang finished speaking, he waved his hand as a farewell, and then turned his head and walked back to Chang'an with his head down.

Xiao Rong stood on the side, his mouth wide open, and his chin seemed to be dislocated because his mouth was too open.

Tang Si waved his hand at the wind, and the smile on his ugly face was extremely bright.

Xiao Rong watched Feng Yiyang leave dejectedly, so he reacted and chased after him in stride.

Tang Simu sent the two of them away, and then walked into the distance with his hands folded, his eyes and nose and his heart, his mouth seemed to have words, although his face was ugly, his expression was extremely religious.

On the official road, a white shadow moved quickly, walking like the wind, and it was the wind that was blowing. Xiao Rong strode effortlessly to follow the side of the wind, and said depressedly: "Little junior brother, others say that I am bold, I found that you are more courageous than me, you actually want a living Buddha to be your follower, aren't you afraid that other monks will trouble you? ”

Feng Yiyang stopped, raised his face and thought for a while, and said in horror: "Yes." ”

Xiao Rong rolled his eyes and didn't speak.

Feng Yiyang thought for a while, then smiled with relief, "No matter, anyway, Tang Si agreed, and the monks don't speak." It's a big deal to see the monk in the future, so let's hide. Monks don't kill, they can't really dream of killing me. ”

As soon as the wind smiled, Xiao Rong laughed as if he was infected.

After laughing for a while, Xiao Rong put his arms around the neck of the wind: "Haha, it's true, it's actually me thinking too much, go, drink, and celebrate that you have accepted a living Buddha as a follower." ”

Crisp laughter fluttered wildly on the wide, yellow-tinged official road.

At this time, the thousands of people in the White Tiger Gate had been evacuated by the soldiers defending the city with great efficiency and enthusiasm, and the injured were all sent to the medical hall in Chang'an City in groups accompanied by special personnel.

Inside the White Tiger Gate, it was empty at this time, because there was still a certain distance to the downtown area, and there were not many pedestrians on the street opposite the White Tiger Gate.

The White Tiger Gate, also known as the West City Gate, has always been the most deserted gate among the four main gates of Chang'an City, except that there will be some Hu people entering and exiting on special days.

But today, this is the same cold as usual, and there is a strange chill in it.