Yuan Xing returned to Tianchan Temple and entered the retreat mode, waiting for his eyes to brighten. This wait took a few months, and in a blink of an eye, it was another autumn. The progress was much faster than expected. Before the two years that Jinchan expected, he had cultivated into the heavenly eye power. Now he can return to the modern world at any time.

But humans have feelings. He has lived in this Tianchan Temple for 16 years. How many years have he lived? Although he has been in trouble and even hungry over the years, he has sheltered him from the wind and rain and allowed him to grow smoothly. The people in the temple have never treated him harshly. The master, the abbot and the senior brother have taught him all his abilities. Now that he is leaving, is it a sentence that can be summarized by being reluctant to leave?

The day before leaving, he quietly walked through every corner of the temple. Whenever he went to a place, the scenes of practicing martial arts, working, and studying here always appeared in his mind and could not be forgotten.

That night, he entered the master's meditation room and knelt down to salute: "Master, the disciple is leaving."

"Let's go?" Master Fuguang was a little surprised: "Where can you go?"

"Travel around and go home to see it." Yuan Xing pressed his head down very low.

"Home..." The old monk was stunned for a while before saying, "I know you have a great heart. You have a premonition since you entered the temple. Forget it, you should leave as soon as you want, just remember to come back and take a look."

Yuan Xing was stunned. He choked up what he wanted to say before, his eyes turned red but he did not answer. He kowtowed three times. He knew in his heart that he would not have a chance to come back once he went. The old master stared at him, as if he understood something, and sighed, "Go, go." His voice was choked.

Before dawn the next day, Yuan Xing packed his luggage, and no one was alarmed and quietly left the temple. Not long after he left, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He turned around and saw a thin figure standing silently at the temple gate. He sniffed, and scenes with his master flashed through his mind for so many years, and tears could no longer be held back...

"Why be so sad? You are not coming back again." The appearance of Jin Cicada suddenly as usual.

"What does it mean?" Yuan Xing froze.

"You are deeply tied to this world and will definitely return to the end of cause and effect."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You didn't ask." Jin Chan's answer made him grit his teeth.

"Dog System." Yuan Xing cursed, then wiped his tears, turned around and shouted in the direction of the temple in the biggest voice: "Master, I will come back..."

Yuanxing thought that he had been practicing martial arts for many years and was already considered a martial arts master. But he miscalculated a little bit. High martial arts does not mean a good sense of direction. He was lost for three days on the edge of the forest park under the background of modern social development, and there was no one else. Fortunately, when the dry food he brought was finished and he was about to dig some wild vegetables and mushrooms to eat, he met a forest ranger who patroled the mountain.

Under the guidance of a kind forest ranger, he finally knew his location. In fact, as long as he walked eastward for three hours on the teleportation location that day, he would see the national highway. No matter how bad he was, he could walk up the mountain. On the hillside was a very famous local attractions. If the direction was wrong, he would not be afraid. As long as he climbed to the top of the mountain, there would be a cable car to take. But he didn't choose any of them, but magically searched for an artificial path around the mountain and walked into the primeval forest, getting deeper and deeper...

When Yuanxing appeared on the side of the road with a stick, it was already the fourth morning. He looked at the few passing vehicles on the road, thought for a while, turned around and turned into the forest. When he went down the mountain, he deliberately wore the best outfit, but he didn't expect that there would be such a struggle, and several holes were broken in the corners and cuffs, and his cloth shoes were even scratched.

He put away his clothes with heartache. He only had two outer robes. Although the bag was covered with a few patches, it was the cleanest at this time. As for the shoes, there was no way, so he could only wear them first.

After changing his clothes, he tied his bag back to his body, and took care of it up and down. He stood on the side of the road again and reached out to signal, hoping that a kind-hearted person could take the trip.

Maybe it was because it was early morning and people just wanted to go home early. Or maybe he was not a beauty, and he was not waving money in his hand. Of course, it was more likely to be a taboo for his unique dress and shining bald head. The vehicles coming and going rushed past him without stopping.

He withdrew his hand and sighed, no longer counting on it. It seemed that he could only rest for a while and walk back to the city along the road before talking about anything else.

Just as I was thinking, a sharp alarm sound came from the distance. Looking along the sound, I saw a long line of fire trucks coming from afar. Soon, the car window was open, revealing young faces that could not hide their fatigue and were smoky.

This is the firefighter who came back from where to rescue him. Yuan Xing was stunned, then tidied up his clothes, bowed sincerely, and recited the Buddha's name and gave him a gift.

The convoy was very long. When the whistling sound went away, Yuan Xing stood up and walked towards the direction of the convoy.

"Is this mage going to take a ride?" At this time, a police car at the end of the convoy in front suddenly stopped, then reversed to him, and the passenger's car window was lowered, revealing a pretty face, full of smiles.

"Okay." Yuan Xing was happy, and didn't hesitate. He opened the rear door and sat in. He felt that the people's police were still reliable at the critical moment.

But as soon as he got into the back seat of the police car, his muscles suddenly tensed up and returned to normal in an instant.

"Amitabha, I am a monk, thank you for your donors." He clasped his hands and said with a smile.

"There is no place to go near the village or the back. Where is the little master coming from? Where is he going?" The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with short hair sitting next to Yuanxing, who was the one who made Yuanxing instinctively become alert when he got on the bus. The other party was a trainer and his kung fu was not weak.

"I have been practicing hard on the mountain all year round, and I am now going home." Yuan Xing answered, and secretly used the magical powers he had just practiced and opened the sky eye. In an instant, a cool brow appeared in his eyebrows, and the world in his eyes changed tremendously. The middle-aged man who made him afraid had a red and black scent hovered. The female policewoman sitting in front of him had a blue light, which was quite dazzling.

Unfortunately, this was his first time using the Sky Eye. He didn't know what the various colors and auras appeared in front of him meant. He turned curiously outside the car. Under the morning sunlight, the world in front of him was colorful, with various lights mixed, and wisps of purple airflow were floating in the sky.

That should be spiritual energy, right? It's so strong? In fact, when he first came back, he realized something was wrong. It seemed that the world of Blue Star is much richer than that of Tianchan Temple. When asked about the golden cicada, the other party seemed to have fallen asleep again and could not wake up.

It seems that this world that I think is peaceful and stable is not simple. While I was stunned, the middle-aged man seemed very enthusiastic: "Where is the mage's house? Do you need our help?"

"Uh." Yuan Xing came to his senses and scratched his bald head: "I am from the island city. This time I went down the mountain to go home and to do asceticism. There is no need to help. We have hands and feet, and we will never starve to death." He rejected the other party's kindness and instinctively did not want to have more contact with the people in the government, because this often means trouble.

"What a coincidence, you and Xiaoxia are still fellow villagers." The middle-aged man seemed not to notice his distantness, and his tone was still warm. Xiaoxia, who was in his mouth, was the beautiful female policewoman in the passenger seat, turned around in surprise when he heard this. He was facing Yuanxing.

Yuan Xing couldn't help but lose his expression and turned his head quickly. But when he saw the middle-aged man clearly, he was even more shocked. He held back and did not speak out. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, showing his panic. He couldn't help but curse in his heart. This damn heavenly eye, but the sky eye was in his eyebrows, but he had not said that he had been a blind man for two years. Who would have thought that there would be such sequelae.

It is not our Master Yuanxing who has been practicing in the mountains for many years. He is spotless and quiet in the world. He regards beautiful women as red pink skeletons. How can I say that some things can be seen too clearly, but it is not a good thing. The so-called clearness means that even the small pits on the face, the dark spots on the skin, and the mites under the foundation can be seen clearly.

It was originally a beauty in everyone's eyes, but at this moment, Yuan Xing seemed to have those shortcomings constantly magnified in front of him -... and then magnified, in the end he could not bear to look at him.

He forced himself to absorb his supernatural powers, raised his eyes quietly, and was facing Xiaoxia, and lowered his head again. The sequelae was still there, what should I do if I was so embarrassed? After thinking about it, he clasped his hands together in his chest and recited the scriptures.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and he could overcome all sufferings. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this..."

When the beautiful girl Xiaoxia saw him like this, she was a little confused. She just thought that the monk in front of her had never seen a beautiful woman since she was a child, and she was a little stupid in reciting scriptures.

The middle-aged man looked at the Yuxing who was bowing his head and reciting scriptures from head to his feet, and his eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, as if he was thinking.

Yuan Xing recited the scriptures six times in a row, and the convoy finally arrived at the city center. He thanked him at an intersection and found an excuse to get off the bus and flee far away.

But I didn't know that when the middle-aged man in the car saw that he had walked a little far, he looked at his watch and told the driver in front: "Let's not hurry back, and drive slowly with this monk."

"Ah?" Xiao Xia turned around strangely: "Captain thinks there is something wrong with this Monk Yuanxing?"

"This man looks young and has a scent of sandalwood on his body, as if it was from a temple." The middle-aged man smiled: "But he has thick calluses on his hands and his movements are also neat. He is a trainee."

"Maybe they are just monks." Xiao Xia was still puzzled.

"So you are a novice and your observation skills are not enough. This person has a golden tattoo on his left wrist. Which serious monk has a tattoo now?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows: "You didn't notice how he didn't dare to look at people just now? I really think that people are stupid in chanting scriptures and chanting, and seeing you, a beauty, can't walk?"

"You mean he is guilty? Then he dares to get into our car?"
Chapter completed!