Suzaku is definitely not a Buddhist thing... But the male pig wants to deal with Buddhism, so he just talks about it. The reason for this novel is to make money. He strives to make a living by himself. However, the matter involves reason, it is unreasonable. This book has nothing to do, haha, forgive me. Everything inside is just a nonsense - Mao Ni Wuliang Disclaimer

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Retreat is a ritual with great historical heritage.

To put it broadly, there was Bodhidharma facing the wall in ancient times, and there were traditional Chinese medicine on hunger strikes, and there were various forms of disturbances. In terms of teleology, the sloppy Taoist Zhang Sanfeng went into seclusion to create Tai Chi, Wang Chongyang went into seclusion to hide from Lin Chaoying, and Gates, the richest man in the world, went into seclusion twice a year to make more money; in terms of results, Zhang Sanfeng was beaten by the monk Tingxiang when he was in seclusion, and Linghu Chong forced all his junior sister away...

But no matter which type of person in seclusion comes out of seclusion, there will always be some adventures or benefits.

To this day, Yi Tianxing has been in seclusion in the Zen Room of Guiyuan Temple for three days, without drinking or eating or speaking.

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In the early morning, the morning light was dim, and the leaves in the temple were swaying lightly in the wind, and diligent insects crawled out of the small holes in the tree to challenge the courage of the birds; the monks who did morning classes were hungry and missed the porridge, steamed buns and pickles; Master Binku, the host of Guiyuan Temple, was eating fragrant plain noodles with his beloved disciple Ye Xiangseng, while worrying about Yi Tianxing deep in the Zen room.

The door of the Zen room creaked and was pushed open from inside.

Yi Tianxing blinked his sticky eyes and looked at the monks surrounding him with some confusion. The monks all ceremonies together, which was a ritual to the first retreat practitioner in Kaiyuan Temple in decades.

Yi Tianxing smiled slightly and gently touched the head of the little Zhuque that was coming out of his arms with his fingers.

Master Binku should not come from the Zen room quickly, and carefully carry his hand, and smiled at the little Zhuque more carefully, and asked softly: "Donor Yi?"

Yi Tianxing's mind was slightly dizzy. The scene in his eyes was very different from usual. It seemed to be covered with a faint gauze fog, but it became clearer. When he thought of the Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty that he had just read a few days ago, he couldn't help but feel excited and moved... This is to go to a level, right? He smiled slightly and said with a little arrogant attitude: "If you have time, Master is worried, you understand."

The monks bowed again, and the huge courtyard was quiet. Master Binku showed a gratitude on his face. Yi Tianxing stroked the warm little Vermilion Bird with his right hand, looking straight ahead with his eyes. Suddenly, he found that the woods in Guiyuan Temple seemed to be covered with a layer of red by the morning glow. His slightly atomized gaze seemed to be able to carefully grasp the vividness of every detail. Then, looking at the sky far away, purple smoke gradually rose...

He shook his head slightly to relieve his dizziness, thinking that he had achieved great success in his practice, and couldn't help laughing. However, the last laugh seemed to be choking by something and stopped at his throat. His whole body fell straight back, and the back of his head, which was more solid than the stone, knocked the bluestone slab out of a sunken slab with a bang.

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"I was in seclusion for three days, but I was so crazy." Ye Xiangseng twisted a wet towel and applied it to Yi Tianxing's forehead, and said in a narrow voice.

Monk Binku couldn't help but chuckled and said to him: "Don't be rude."

"Ah! Try not to eat or drink for three days!" Yi Tianxing, who was lying on the bed, looked sick and said with a frown: "I thought it was my first glance at the great way, but I didn't know that it was a dazzled look. I recognized the black smoke from the factory as purple qi and came to the east... Ah... It turned out that the king's qi was not so easy to be refined." He suddenly grabbed the sleeve of Monk Binku and said sadly: "Master, I have been in seclusion for three days. I believe that I have mastered the Heart Sutra and I can understand some of the wonderful things of the Buddha's sect. It should be fine to control the true energy in my body. Why has this high fever not faded?"

Bin sighed bitterly, looked at him for a while and said, "The donor has practiced..." He glanced at the little red bird who had been sleeping soundly against Yi Tianxing's cheek and said, "... But this person was still a child, how can he control his anger from his own body? Besides, I used to check the donor's pulse, and I vaguely found that the donor's heart rhythm was in communication with the Suzaku Divine Bird. In this way, I am afraid that the true energy in the donor's body will become more and more abundant, and the heavenly fire in the Suzaku's body will be. In addition, the little Suzaku has not yet transformed into a psychic form and cannot practice on his own. The donor's high fever...it seems to be only getting stronger and stronger."

Yi Tianxing was taking out the thermometer from his armpit. When he saw the height of the mercury column, he was so scared that he almost threw the thermometer out the window. When he heard the old monk say that the fever would become more and more fierce, his face turned yellow and he couldn't speak for a while. After a while, he said in a trembling voice: "Don't, I've never been sick since I was a child, but I can't resist the feeling of dizziness and earth. Is it still so fierce? Think I'm a seafood to braise it vigorously?"

After saying this, I suddenly felt a burning pain in my chest, dizzy in my mind, and fell asleep again.

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It’s not his timidity. He has been indestructible since he was a child, and later he learned the magic of mysterious fire without a teacher. I don’t know if he is not invaded by all poisons, but he has never had this disease, nor has he been injured, and he really doesn’t know the taste of pain. These days, he suddenly has a small illness every day, with a small fever, and his head is heavy on his neck - just like a girl who has never eaten chili peppers, suddenly being boiled by someone in a basin of water and boiling fish - the discomfort is really indescribable.

After a while, Yi Tianxing barely opened his red eyes, and asked in a daze, "What can I do?"

Master Binku frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Donor, you see the current situation. It is really not appropriate for you to get along with the Suzaku Divine Bird for a long time."

Yi Tianxing closed his eyes slightly, thought for a while and said, "If it is away from me, it cannot suck the fire element in my body, will it be fine?"

"Of course not. The divine beasts have their own way of survival. Even if they are separated from you, the worst result will be to grow slowly. I think it will not be a risk of life."

Yi Tianxing turned his head and looked at the little red bird beside his head. Looking at its smooth feathers, a strong reluctance surged in his heart.

At this moment, someone seemed to have a cough.

Yi Tianxing immediately became alert because he found that the voice was the person who shocked him that day. The little Zhuque, who had been sleeping soundly before, suddenly woke up, stood on the pillow, twisted his small round head and looked around, his little feet rubbed against the soft cloth on the pillow, looking extremely nervous.

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A thunderous sound rang in Yi Tianxing's mind.

"I haven't seen this little thing for a long time, come and have fun."

The little Zhuque seemed to understand this sentence, and cooed, his voice was rapid and uneasy, as if he was extremely frightened.

Yi Tianxing was shocked when he saw it. Before he could react, he saw the air in the Zen room twisting strangely, and the faint light was twisted into a illusion pattern, as if a force was entering the Zen room by the transmission of air.

The little Zhuque blinked Xiao Hei's eyes innocently and screamed in pain. The feathers on his body suddenly became messy, as if they were being grabbed by someone with his hands. They rose strangely into the air in the Zen room. With a sudden sound, they were grabbed by the force and dragged to the outside of the Zen room!
Chapter completed!