When Yi Tian returned to the City Lord's Mansion, the sky had already begun to brighten, and a ray of sunlight was shining from afar, shining on the dangerous Fancheng. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With the warm sunshine, Yi Tianfang came to the City Lord's Mansion, but he didn't go in, but went in the direction of Fahua Temple, Zhao Yanghe and Shi Keqing did not follow, but returned to the City Lord's Mansion.

Originally, Zhao Yanghe wanted to go to Fahua Temple with Yi Tianfang, but Yi Tianfang refused, and asked him to go back with Shi Keqing, Shi Keqing didn't care, so he took Zhao Yanghe back to rest.

Yi Tianfang, who had not slept all night, was in good spirits, so he simply went to Fahua Temple, since he left Fahua Temple, he has never gone back, and today the weather is just right to go to Fahua Temple, to meet Master Yuanhui.

Yi Tianfang is now in a thousand situations, wanting to find someone to talk to, and also wants to use the supreme wisdom of Master Yuanhui to help him sort out his thoughts.

Fahua Temple is still the same as a few days ago, since Old Man Nie and his group were driven away by Master Yuanjue, Fahua Temple has returned to its former calm.

When the first rays of sunlight shone on the gate of Fahua Temple, Xiao Shami Jing'an opened the temple gate and was about to clean the door, but Yi Tianfang stopped him.

"Little Master Jing'an!" Yi Tian said with a smile: "You got up so early!"

Jing'an recognized Yi Tianfang, clasped his hands together and saluted: "Lord Yi is polite!"

Yi Tianfang could see that Jing'an was resentful of himself, after all, it was because of himself that there would be the turmoil in Fahua Temple before, and Jing'an should blame him.

"Little master, I'm here to meet Master Yuanhui!"

"Master Yi Shi will go by himself!" Jing An replied coldly: "Uncle Shi has instructed, you can go directly to him when you come!"

"Thank you, little master!"

Yi Tian walked into the Fahua Temple, and along the way, he greeted the monks of the Fahua Temple warmly, and although the monks were puzzled, they also politely returned the salute.

When Yi Tianfang saw Master Yuan Hui, he was in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, presiding over the morning class for the monks of Fahua Temple, and he led the disciples to chant the Diamond Sutra.

Yi Tianfang came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, listened to the familiar Diamond Sutra, gradually suppressed his impetuous thoughts, sat cross-legged, and chanted the Diamond Sutra together.

Before Yi Tianfang in order to guide the power of the relics, the Diamond Sutra was recited, this time he can be said to be proficient in reading, when his voice was integrated into the morning class, Yuan Hui looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, smiled, and then closed his eyes, immersed in the world of scriptures.

It is strange to say, Yi Tian put a recitation of the Diamond Sutra, and the heart lake was naturally calm, and a heart entered the relics in his mind with the scriptures.

Yi Tianfang's voice reading the scriptures became louder and louder, and one person's voice slowly overshadowed the voices of the hundred and ten monks, like a flood bell and a big Lu, ringing in the hearts of the monks.

The monks slowly stopped chanting the Diamond Sutra, and looked back at Yi Tianfang, who closed his eyes and chanted, and at this time, the relics of Yi Tianfang's mud pill palace suddenly shone brightly.

The light turned into a golden scripture one by one, entrenched in Yi Tianfang's mind, the scriptures appeared, Yi Tianfang's head suddenly appeared a golden wheel, from time to time on the wheel surface flashed some Buddhist symbols, the monks who saw thought that the Buddha appeared, all wanted to kneel down to worship.

"Amitabha!" Yuan Hui suddenly said with a true mouth: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, what are you doing before the morning class is over!"

Yuan Hui's words, like a slap in the head, rang in the hearts of the monks, pulled their thoughts back, and continued to do the morning class, after everyone returned to normal, Yuan Hui smiled at Yi Tian and said to herself: "Sure enough, the Buddha is deep!"

The time of the morning class was in Yi Tianfang, and he spent it in the chanting unconsciously, and when he came to his senses, he saw that in the Daxiong Treasure Palace, only himself and Yuan Hui were left.

"Master is well!" Yi Tianfang asked politely.

Yuan Hui still looked at Yi Tianfang calmly, his eyes revealed endless wisdom light.

"The donor is looking for a poor monk and I don't know what to do!"

Yi Tianfang replied calmly: "The master is really powerful, I came to find the master to solve my doubts!"

"I can't hide it, I have the relics of the great virtue and holy monk of your sect!"

Yuan Hui said unhurriedly: "Treasures have spirits, those who are destined to get them, donors don't have to care!"

Yuan Hui seemed to be able to see through Yi Tianfang's thoughts, and immediately said Yi Tianfang's thoughts, yes, Yi Tianfang has been very self-blaming since he introduced the relics into the Mud Pill Palace, thinking that he coveted the treasures of Buddhism, so he wanted Yuan Hui to take it back.

"Master, the relics are sacred relics of Buddhism, and now they are being taken by the heavens as their own, which makes me very uneasy!"

Yuan Hui said with a smile: "The relics are the things of the great virtue saint monks, not the things of Buddhism, since the great virtue saint monks chose you as the heirs of the next generation, the relics are also yours!"

Yuan Hui's open-mindedness made Yi Tianfang even more guilty.

"As long as the donor inherits the will of the holy monk, the relics will not be counted as dust!"

Yi Tianfang recalled the previous conversation with the Great Virtue Holy Monk, and was immediately silent.

Yuan Hui didn't bother Yi Tianfang, but always looked at him with a smile, just like the Buddha statue behind him!

Yi Tianfang was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked Yuan Hui, "Why did the master help me!"

He has always wondered why Yuan Hui will help him so wholeheartedly, he doesn't think that Yuan Hui is the kind of person who wants to repay his kindness, but they are plain in life, but Yuan Hui does his best to help him, even if he does not hesitate to offend those gangsters, he has to protect him, more than the elders of the sect.

Yuan Hui glanced at Yi Tian and said: "The donor has a relationship with the Buddha, and the Buddha purifies all sentient beings!"

"Tianfang already has a teacher, and he can't vote for another teacher!"

"Buddhism is vast, donors don't have to care about red tape, as long as the donor has Buddha in his heart, he is a disciple of Buddhism!"

"The master is open-minded, and he is admired by heaven!"

Yi Tianfang has now obtained the inheritance of Buddhism, and even the secret "Eighteen Hands of Breaking Demons" of Tianwu Zen Temple have learned, although he has not apprenticed, but he has obtained art, this is a taboo in martial arts, fortunately, Yuan Hui does not care, Yi Tianfang is also relieved.

At this time, Yi Tianfang had already gathered in the Heavenly Sect, the martial arts inheritance of the Zhenwu Zen Academy and the Northern Wilderness Ancient Clan, and he had a profound martial arts background, but he knew too many martial arts, but none of them were practiced to perfection, which was extremely unfavorable to his future martial arts development.

Yi Tianfang also faintly knew his own problems, but things always happened one after another during this time, so he had no time to be distracted from studying martial arts.

Yuan Hui saw through Yi Tianfang's current problem at a glance, and he said, "The donor might as well go to my junior brother Yuanjue, he may be able to give you some guidance in martial arts!"

"Before, thanks to Master Yuanjue for me to prevent disasters, Tianfang is about to go to thank you!"

After Yi Tianfang said goodbye to Yuanjue, he went to find Master Yuanjue, after he asked where Yuanjue was, he went straight to the mountain behind Fahua Temple, and when he saw Master Yuanjue, he was busy working in the vegetable field, and his apprentice Faxin was also helping him.

Yuanjue did not put down the farm work in his hand because of Yi Tianfang's arrival, but concentrated on doing his own thing, and Yi Tianfang waited quietly.

Yi Tianfang watched Yuan Jue working in the fields, but he didn't come forward to help, not because he didn't want to help, but because he didn't know how to farm.

As the son of the King of Han, Yi Tianfang has never planted the land in his life, and watching Yuanjue farming is tantamount to a unique experience for Yi Tianfang, but he looked at Yuanjue's movements, but he slowly saw a little way.

Yuanjue hoeing and people do not use, although the action is the same, but he adds martial arts to the action of hoeing, he hoes down, the land immediately turns over, and the stones in the soil are scattered by him with his strength, turning into mud and moistening the earth.

He took out two huge buckets, which were filled with water, and I saw that with a wave of his sleeves, the water in the huge bucket flew out, and it was very evenly watered all over the farmland.

Yi Tianfang also saw at this time that Yuanjue seemed to be doing farm work, but he integrated martial arts into his every move, and used martial arts to dispose of the fields.

This opened up a new idea of martial arts for Yi Tianfang, it turns out that everything in the world can use martial arts, as long as you have the heart, you can even eat and drink martial arts.

"It turns out that this is the truth in the ordinary!" Yi Tianfang said to himself. (To be continued.) )