Suzaku

: Stacking Arhats (Part 1)

Suzaku is definitely not a Buddhist thing, but the male pig wants to deal with Buddhism, so I will stop here. The reason for this novel is to make money. I tried to make a rationale for the story itself, but it is very unreasonable if it involves truth, and this book also has no reason, haha, sorry. All things like religion in it are all nonsense and unscrupulous disclaimer

Retreat is a ritual with a great historical meaning.

Broadly speaking, in ancient times there was Bodhidharma facing the wall, and today there are hunger strikes in Chinese medicine, and there are many forms of harassment; in terms of purpose, the sloppy Taoist Zhang Sanfeng retreated to create Tai Chi, and Wang Chongyang retreated to hide Lin Chaoying. Bill Gates, the richest man, retreats twice a year to earn more money; in terms of results, Zhang Sanfeng was beaten to vomit blood by the monk who just came out of retreat, and Linghu Chong forced all his junior sisters away from retreat

But no matter what kind, when the closed-door practitioners leave the closed-door training, there will always be some adventures or benefits.

Up to now, Yi Tianxing has retreated in the meditation room of Guiyuan Temple for three days, without drinking or eating, and without speaking.

In the early morning, the morning light is twilight, the leaves in the temple are swaying in the wind, and the industrious insects climb out of the small holes in the trees to challenge the courage of the birds; the monks doing the morning class are hungry, and they miss the porridge, steamed buns and pickles; Master Bin Ku, the abbot of Guiyuan Temple, is eating delicious plain noodles with his beloved apprentice Ye Xiangseng, while worrying about Yi Tianxing who is deep in the meditation room.

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

Yi Tianxing blinked his sticky eyes, and looked at the monks who surrounded him with some confusion. The monks tithe together, which is the courtesy to Kaiyuan Temple’s first closed-door practitioner in decades.

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

Master Bin Ku hurriedly came from the meditation room, took his hand carefully, smiled at Little Suzaku even more carefully, and asked softly: “Master Yi Shi”

Yi Tianxing was slightly dizzy, and the scene he saw in his eyes was quite different from usual. It seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, but it became clearer. Thinking of the biography of Tang Shuanglong that he had just read a few days ago, he couldn’t help but Excited and moved, this is a higher level, right? He smiled slightly, and said with a little pride: “Master Lao is worried, and the boy understands.”

All the monks saluted again, and the huge courtyard was very quiet. Master Binku showed a gratified smile on his face. Yi Tianxing caressed the warm little Suzaku with his right hand and looked straight ahead. Careful scrutinySeeing the vividness of every detail, looking at the distant sky, there seems to be purple smoke rising gradually

He shook his head slightly to reduce the dizziness in his head, thinking that he had accomplished a great deal of cultivation, he couldn’t help laughing out loud, but the last laugh seemed to be choked by something and stopped at his throat, and his whole body fell straight backward Go, the back of Jian Yue Jingshi’s head knocked on the stone steps of Guiyuan Temple, and smashed a depression in the bluestone slab with a bang.

“Three days of retreat, I don’t expect to be burnt out.” Ye Xiangseng twisted a wet towel and applied it to Yi Tianxing’s forehead, and said narrowly.

Monk Binku couldn’t help chuckling, and said to him, “Stop being rude.”

“Ah bah, try it if you don’t eat or drink for three days.” Lying on the bed, Yi Tianxing looked sick, and said with a sad face: “I thought it was the first glimpse of the road, but I didn’t know it was dazzled, and I mistook the black smoke from the factory for purple air.” Come from the east, it turns out that the spirit of a king is not so easy to cultivate.” He suddenly grabbed the sleeve of Monk Bin Ku and said in a sad voice: “Master, I have retreated for three days, and I think I am familiar with the Heart Sutra. If you understand some Buddhist wisdom, you should be able to control the true energy in your body, why is the high fever still not gone?”

Bin sighed bitterly, looked at him for a while and said: “The benefactor has practiced well.” He glanced sideways at the little red bird who had been sleeping soundly against Yi Tianxing’s cheek, and said: “But this is still a child, how can he control himself?” The anger is overflowing, and the old monk had a pulse diagnosis for the benefactor before, and found that the heart rhythm of the benefactor is connected with this Suzaku bird. From this point of view, I am afraid that the more true energy in the benefactor’s body, the more abundant the sky fire in the Suzaku. In addition, the little Suzaku He has not transformed into a psychic, and cannot practice on his own, so it seems that the high fever of the benefactor will only get worse.”

Yi Tianxing was taking out the thermometer from his armpit, seeing 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 fever would get worse, he couldn’t help being horrified His face turned yellow, and he couldn’t speak for a while, and then he said with a trembling voice after a long while: “Don’t, I haven’t been sick since I was a child, but I can’t stand the dizzy feeling of the sky, and I still want to treat me like a seafood preparation.” Vigorously braised!”

After saying these words, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his chest, dizzy in his head, and fell into a deep sleep again.

This is not to blame for his timidity. Since he was a child, Vajra was not bad, and later he learned the magic of Xuanhuo without a teacher. I don’t know if it is invulnerable to all poisons, but he has never had this disease, and he has never been injured, so he really doesn’t know the taste of pain. These days, I suddenly suffered from minor illnesses every day, with a small fever, and my head fell heavily on my neck, just like a girl who has never eaten chili, suddenly being poured into a pot of boiled fish, the pain is really indescribable .

After a while, Yi Tianxing barely opened his red eyes, breathless and asked: “Then what can be done?”

Master Bin Ku frowned, thought for a while and said: “Benefactor, look at the current situation, it is really not suitable for you to get along with Suzaku for a long time.”

Yi Tianxing closed his eyes slightly, thought for a while and said: “If it is away from me, it can’t suck the fire in my body, will it be okay?”

“Of course not. Divine beasts have their own way of survival. Even if they are separated from you, the worst result will be slow growth. Presumably, their lives will not be in danger.”

Yi Tianxing looked sideways at the little red bird next to his head, looked at its smooth feathers, and felt a strong reluctance in his heart.

At this moment, someone seemed to cough.

Yi Tianxing immediately became alert, because he found that the voice was the one who stunned him that day. And the little Suzaku who had been sleeping soundly before also woke up suddenly, stood on the pillow, turned her little round head and looked around, her little feet rubbed against the soft cloth on the pillow restlessly, looking extremely nervous.

A thunderous voice sounded in Yi Tianxing’s mind.

“I haven’t seen this little thing for a long time, come and play.”

Little Suzaku seemed to understand this sentence, and started cooing, her voice was anxious and anxious, as if she was extremely frightened.

Yi Tianxing was shocked when he saw its expression. Before he had time to react, he saw the air in the Zen room twisting strangely, and the faint light was twisted into illusory patterns, as if a kind of power was entering the Zen room through the transmission of air.

Little Suzaku blinked her little black eyes innocently, screamed twice, the feathers on her body were suddenly messed up, as if being grabbed by someone’s hands, and strangely rose into the mid-air of the meditation room, with a sudden sound, she staggered here and there The ground was grabbed by that force and dragged out of the meditation room: