Knowledge is power-British Bacon once said

Yi Tianxing didn't think this sentence was justified. He had been opening a bookstore in the provincial capital for two months, and his life was extremely stable. He understood that this was definitely not the power brought by these ink-scented books in the bookstore, but his inhuman power and power suppressed those people in the provincial capital who were ill-behaved.

The bookstore is open at the intersection of the Moshui Lake in the southwest of the provincial capital. One store is connected to the three bedrooms behind. One has been converted into a library. The store is full of various books and magazines. Although the business is not good, it can barely survive. Anyway, he just needs a guise of life and doesn't care much about income.

The four big men in the provincial capital, Xing Lao Lin, were frightened by the "power of the Buddhist son" by Yi Tianxing, and had long lost the courage to challenge and escape - courage is so simple, once it is lost, it will be difficult to find it again - these days, the four of them honestly went to Guiyuan Temple to report on incense and study Buddhism every week, but later the report gathered to study was changed to this small bookstore on the banks of Moshui Lake.

Because there is a wise master here.

Ye Xiangseng has been following Yi Tianxing to manage the bookstore, and wandered among the book vendors wearing a coarse robe all day long. He welcomed the strange gazes from people around him with a gentle smile on his face. Even Yi Xiaoyao sighed that this concentration was inferior to that. And this monk, who felt more and more compassionate, naturally took over the glorious task of educating the gangster for granted.

"Today, what we want to learn is the fourth story of the hundred karma sutras: I wish the monks, this story tells the retribution of killing, short-lived and sickly..."

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

The gangster leader likes this handsome monk and doesn't like the boss of the little Shuting because the monk is very gentle and the boss is very fierce.

Yi Tianxing carried a large sack of books in the hut and walked towards the front desk, glaring at the old guys: "When I'm late, write down my reading experience, don't delay it until eleven or two o'clock in the evening like last week. 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 rogue leader is the time when the wind and cranes are heard around Moshui Lake.

These four gangster leaders suddenly became much less courageous after experiencing the prisoner of Guiyuan Temple. Although Yi Tianxing's strong man's action of catching people alone before the New Year made them desperate and no longer have the courage to challenge the Gu family, they were used to savage people with insidious hearts. They were always worried that the other three "classmates" who were listening to classes would set up ambush on the way to Moshui Lake, so they always brought many bodyguards to thugs.

The residents of Moshui Lake opened their eyes. Every Wednesday night, they could see a series of gangsters standing in rows along a small bookstore, and every week they could see the real stage of Hong Kong gang negotiation films.

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

But there were too many people and talkative people, the provincial capital Jianghu finally knew that this small bookstore was run by the lonely young hero of the Gu family. With the result of the filial piety of the four gangsters, no force in the area of ​​Moshui Lake dared to enter, and some of the original gangsters had already consciously retreated ten miles away. Since February 1995, the small bookstore has reached a radius of three kilometers, ranging from the southwest to the lakeside and the northeast to Guiyuan Temple, becoming the best area for public security in the provincial capital.

This situation has been maintained until Yi Tianxing left the provincial capital. Many years later, some old residents were still savoring the peace at that time.

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

Mr. Lu once said.

Yi Tianxing is also studying these days. After getting to know some booksellers, he searched for some Sanskrit for introductions. After studying Titicaca for a long time, he still couldn't make a clear idea. What did the golden words "Golden Light" mean in the small pond in Gaoyang County last year?

But you still have to learn. Although knowledge is not a direct force, the easiest way to obtain power is this. During two months, he often reviewed the Three Meditation Sutras in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple, and naturally he was even less likely to give up the two Taoist methods that Qin Zier missed him from his fingers. The Heart Sutra became more and more mature and his cultivation increased day by day. However, when he thought of the three monks with Taoist fairy spirit on the top of the Daxue Mountain, he still felt that it was not enough. He had also thought about whether he had to practice the Bodhi Sect from his master, but the words of the ancestors made him dispel this idea.

"It's called seeking death for a child to dance with a sledgehammer."

After several days of silent thinking, he began to run with weights, and physical exercise was also a way to become stronger. He turned the golden ring on his right little finger into a chain weighing 500 pounds and put it around his waist. He started running every morning, running along the shore of the Moshui Lake in the morning fog.

The Moshui Lake is not small, and it is about 20 square kilometers, and most people cannot escape.

Yi Tianxing didn't feel tired even if he had a 500-pound golden hoop wrapped around his waist. Even though he didn't dare to run too fast in the bustling city, he still ran back to the small bookstore in just about half an hour.

This scene was finally seen by someone who was interested.

The old grandparents and ladies who get up and exercise like him every day watched the boy set out from the lake and came back from the lake thirty or forty minutes later. At first, they always thought that the boy was riding a bus, but thought that no one would be so stupid, right? So they began to discuss, and this magical speed boy also became the topic of conversation among the residents by the lake.

Yi Tianxing thought he was very restrained and did not notice these things at all.

One morning, the coach of the provincial track and field team also came to see the legendary strongman who could run ten kilometers at a speed of 400 meters. The coach watched Yi Tianxing set off in the woods and started to count the timing. When Yi Tianxing ran back from the other side of the lake without blushing, breathing, sweating, and then he pinched off his stopwatch.

Then he was stunned.

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

If you participate in a marathon at this speed, you can compete with the black and thin friends in Kenya.

the next day.

Yi Tianxing ran back to the lake, kicked his legs twice, quietly put the gold chain on his tail finger and turned it into a ring. Then he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and had the following conversation.

"Hello, classmate."

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

"I am Coach He of the Provincial Track and Field Team. I just saw you running and I was a little interested."

Yi Tianxing's heart skipped a beat and he quickly said, "Oh, what's wrong?"

"You run very fast. The lake is so big that you can actually run a lap in half an hour."

"Haha, you misunderstood. I run to Guiyuan Temple every day and then take a bus to the lake to order today's book."

"ah?"

"I'm a bookstore."

"Don't lie to me." The coach didn't know why the young man in front of him was unwilling to show his abilities. "I didn't believe it yesterday, so today I was riding a motorcycle and following you."

Yi Tianxing looked at it and thought to himself that he felt strange when running today. It turned out that someone was following him.

"What do you want to say?"

"Do you want to join the track and field team?"

"In no mood."

"Why?"

"Just don't want to."

"If you run out, your future life will be very exciting."

"What a wonderful way?"

"Well, you can get a lot of honors."

"Don't want it."

“You can have a good economic income.”

"How much income can athletes have? Chen Yueling also has to do business in the United States now. I don't have to do things and have money to spend now. It's pretty good."

"It turns out he is a little rich man, but... he can win glory for the country."

Yi Tianxing scratched his head, didn't want to say anything else, patted his butt and left, thinking as he walked: "If a monster goes to the Olympics to win a gold medal, it is equivalent to a man who has changed his gender and participated in the women's 100 meters... Playing this kind of unfair competition, then the face of our country will be lost."

Leave the helpless and confused provincial track and field coach behind him.

These are small episodes in life, but they had an impact on the pace of life. Then he had to change his time to practice running late at night. This was the change, but he discovered something strange.

Every late at night, Ye Xiangseng would sit by the lake, looking at Rumoye Lake, with a quiet face.

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

Ye Xiangseng turned his head slightly and suddenly said, "Senior Brother, what is the purpose of practicing Buddhism?"

Yi Tianxing thought for a while: "I agree with Hu Shi's opinion more, and ultimately, it is about exploring the barrier of life and death. This is the great suffering of life."

Ye Xiangseng smiled slightly: "That is to save oneself, but to save others, you must have compassion."

Yi Tianxing looked at the sky speechlessly, and after a while, he said quietly: "Compassion is really complicated. Last year I saved a fire... It was a very happy thing to find that I could save lives. I also thought about whether I should be a part-time firefighter in my future life. But later I found that the provincial capital would cause thousands of fires a year, and the fire brigade had to be dispatched dozens of times a day. How could I take care of it alone? Maybe I was really cold-blooded in my bones, so I simply ignored this matter."

Ye Xiang interrupted: "If you save someone, you will be alone."

Yi Tianxing looked at the lake and said calmly: "Who do I choose to save the two people trapped by fire at the same time? Saving this is compassion, but what is it if I don't save the other person?"

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

"What do you do when you stay by the Moshui Lake every night?" Yi Tianxing smiled silently and asked instead.

"Save people." Ye Xiangseng stood up with his hands together, and the robe woven in the coarse cloth fluttered gently in the night wind. "Last month, a woman jumped into the lake here. I was worried that someone would commit suicide in the future, so she came here every night to wait."

"The ancients waited for the rabbits, and the leaves were waiting for the lake to drown." Yi Tianxing shook his head, "If you really want to save people, you should go to the bridge on the Fubei River, where someone jumped under the water almost two or three days later."

Ye Xiangseng also smiled bitterly: "So you are right, you and I can't save all the people in the world. Saving people is just to comfort yourself." He paused and said softly: "It turns out that practicing Buddhism is to calm yourself."

Some powerless words were floating above the Moshui Lake.

Yi Tianxing patted his shoulder: "You monk is a real monk. You have a compassionate heart, and I don't have the thought of being uneasy."

He stood up and danced in the sky with a golden chain: "My purpose of practicing Buddhism is also very simple, just to become stronger and be able to save your life."

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The boy was telling the truth. He was practicing hard and trying hard to find ways to make himself stronger.

After several months of practice, his spirit and body reached its peak. One day he sat in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple and meditated. The true fire life wheel like a red jade plate slowly circulated around the Taoist heart that was already the size of a lotus, with a slight lingering of true energy, which was extremely peaceful and beautiful.

He suddenly felt his heart moving, and he could not touch the point. Thinking of the move he had used in No. 43, Wenwu Lane, he opened his eyes and urged the three seven-star Dou Jie. The misty Taoist heart in his body began to rise slightly, and gently touched the True Fire Life Wheel, and a piece of heavenly fire was stimulating and forced into his fingers.

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

The Supreme Heart Sutra controls the divine thoughts and compresses the heavenly fire at the second knuckle of the index finger into a very subtle little star.

The mustard seeds are so small that they need to use great mental control to resist the rebound of Tianhuo Ran - Yi Tianxing clearly felt that this little Mars contained extremely powerful power.

After meditating, the three meditations and one movement, the life chakra in the body quickly turned, and a powerful force rushed straight from the body to the right arm, and like compressed air, it forced the heavenly fire in the knuckles out!

The shrill sound of the wind broke out, and the sky fire seemed to cut open an unresisting hole in the air, and rushed forward along the straight dark line, which seemed to be a few points faster than the speed of a bullet.

In an instant, the Demon-Subduing Vajra circled and the light blue magic array appeared slightly.

And this heavenly fire seemed extremely sharp, and it broke through the small hole in the Dao and drilled into the Demon-Subduing Vajra Circle.

A sharp-eyed person may be able to see that when this heavenly fire was blocked by the light green diamond circle, it disappeared in a very short moment and appeared in the circle the next moment.

Breaking through the air?!

Yi Tianxing raised his eyebrows and knew that he had played an extremely powerful trick, even the Demon-Subduing Vajra Circle could penetrate, so what else could he block the bulletproof vest? Tianhuo had long disappeared into the hut. There was no movement, and he would not worry, because his master lived inside, the most powerful monster.

"Yes, there has been progress." said the ancestor.

Hearing the rare praise, Yi Tianxing put his index finger in front of his lips, blew gently on his finger, and took the disgusting posture of a Western cowboy.
Chapter completed!