When the abbot walked into Yuanxing's room, he saw the portrait on the wall at first sight. He was slightly stunned but did not think about it, and came to the bed a few steps. Junior brother Fuguang was taking his hand back, which was taking his pulse.

"How is it?" the abbot asked anxiously.

"The pulse is steady and unchaotic." Monk Fuguang stroked his beard and said frowningly: "I don't know why."

The abbot said to Yuanxing, who was lying on the bed, who was unhappy, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Yuan Xing raised his head when he heard this, and saw that his eyes were pale, and his usual agile eyes turned gray. He said aggrievedly: "I dug out a box with a painting inside. It is said that according to this method, I will practice magical powers." As he said, he took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to the abbot, and said, "Who knew that not long after practicing, I woke up early this morning and found that I couldn't see it." After a pause, he said noddedly: "I didn't mean to hide it or not, but just wanted to practice and take a look." He didn't lie. Once there was progress, the portrait would be useless. Of course, this inheritance would have to be left in the temple.

The abbot took the booklet, but glanced at the portrait on the wall. He didn't care much before, and thought it was a Buddhist visualization picture that his disciple asked someone to buy at the foot of the mountain. He didn't expect it to be a Buddhist visualization picture. He opened the booklet and glanced at it and saw the notes and signatures at the back of the booklet. It turned out to be a heritage item that had been lost in the temple. The fate of the journey shows that he has a great fortune.

"Boy, I don't know how to report such a big thing!" However, when he thought of the current situation of this disciple, he was furious and slapped him: "I have been curious since I was a child. I advise you many times and you still don't change it. Is this a loss? You still lack the opportunity to understand Buddhism. How can you practice this supernatural power at will?"

"I think of a way. You should take a rest first! Don't worry too much. Even if you can't practice Buddhism's supernatural powers, they won't hurt too much. There will always be a way to solve them." After cursing for a few words, he couldn't bear to blame Yuan Xing anymore, so he led the few people in the field out.

All day long, people from the Sutra Library in the temple came and went, and all the literate people were called here to find the senior’s experience notes, and carefully looked through them one by one, hoping to find some information from them to solve the problem of Yuanxing.

The next day, the fate method, who had been staying up all night, suddenly laughed, holding a note: "There is a record here. It turns out that when Master Zixin of the Temple practiced the heavenly eye, he encountered a junior brother's situation. However, the ancestor's Buddhist teachings were profound and he was very happy in just half a month."

The abbot and a few others hurriedly took the notes, and saw that there was such a record above and they felt relieved. They informed Yuanxing of the good news by the law of fate, and the rest went to rest.

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It was almost June, and the temperature at Tianchan Temple in the deep mountains was the most pleasant at this time. But Yuanxing only had the coldness that could not be dispelled. Although he got some good news from his elder brother, he still felt depressed. The word "temporary" has a large space for stretching, months, years, or even more than ten years. But even a few days, it is difficult for people who had normal vision before, such as troubles caused by inconvenience in life and fear of the unknown future. Who would be willing to be a blind man?

So, when the golden cicada appeared again, Yuan Xing really let out a sigh. Because the golden cicada was not affected by his blindness, at this time, the golden text may be the only thing he can "see" at the moment.

"You seem to be very troubled?" The text slowly emerged: "Your blindness this time is actually a good thing. You can recover from it at least three to five months or two years, and you can go home at that time."

"Is this a good thing?"

"Is the six Buddhist teachings easy to practice? The Heavenly Eye Power can see the life, death, suffering and happiness of sentient beings in the three realms and six realms, and the shapes and colors of the world. There are five levels: the naked eye, the heavenly eye, the wisdom eye, the Dharma eye and the Buddha eye. Many practitioners often have obstacles when practicing, and when they will gain something, they often encounter demonic obstacles, making their progress slow and difficult to make breakthroughs. Because you have been meditating for many years, you can directly break through to the wisdom eye this time. How can you not have a price? Now your eyes are slowly transformed. Once you have regained your brightness, you will have additional benefits. Isn't this a good thing?"

"Why didn't you explain it clearly last time? It would be nice to let me prepare a little!" Yuan Xing complained in his heart, but looking at this sentence, he let go of most of his worries, for up to two years? It is still tolerated.

"Well, my merit and energy are still not enough, I need to sleep frequently." Is this an explanation?

"That... can I return to secular life after I go home? I am the only child, and it is not easy to explain to my family after becoming a monk." Yuan Xing tried weakly.

"You can't return to secular life." He only had four words in his answer. After a long time, he said again: "This is the fate of heaven. You have signed a contract with Buddha. Do you dare to breach the contract?"

Although I was mentally prepared, Yuanxing still felt that his small universe was on the verge of explosion: "This is also a forceful purchase and sale? Old, when did I promise to do something ** Buddhist walk?"

"Haha! Maybe it was in the previous life." Jin Chan skinned.

A mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, but there was nothing to say. The Buddha had come out, and the cycle of reincarnation was obviously true. Was he cheated in his previous life?

After many years of practice, after a while, I felt a little calmer. Yuanxing continued to ask: "Since you are supporting me, do you have any benefits? For example, a gift package for novices."

"Why do you think you are playing games? Do you also want to give you a helicopter pill that is directly full-level? I am with you, and I understand everything you know."

He didn't give up and continued to ask: "Do you have secrets there? Do you have skills? Do you have spells? What kind of auxiliary do you think without these?"

"I was divided into two, and many of my abilities were missing. At present, I only provide time travel services, and you can only learn about martial arts and supernatural powers by yourself."

"You are a human, aren't you?" Yuan Xing raised his eyebrows. Jin Chan said that he was a relic of merit, but these dialogues were a bit too humane.

The other party was silent for a while, and when Yuan Xing thought there was no movement like the last time, a paragraph of text reappeared.

"Your ex has a very high talent. With my assistance, he became a powerful force to suppress a whole era. But he had too much thought. After defeating a great demon, he used the opportunity to purify the demon fire to refine me and divide me into two. It was also at that time that I developed my mind."

"Aren't you made it by the Buddha? He can move the Buddha's things?" Yuanxing was strange.

"He can grind it. Originally, with his magic power, he could purify the magic fire in one hundred years and achieve the merit of perfection. But his golden body sat in the magic fire for more than 200 years, using the magic fire and his own magic power to refine me, take away half of my body, and merged the dragon soul I obtained when I was walking around the world with me, making me feel conscious."

"So cruel? What kind of grudges do you hate?" Yuan Xing gasped. He had a wealth of Buddhist knowledge, and he knew very well what it means to burn the body of a demon fire. Although the powerful golden body is not afraid of these, sitting for 200 years is something that ordinary people dare not imagine. He dares to move the Buddha's things. This is really a cruel person!

"I have no intelligence and can only do things according to the rules. Maybe he thinks I am too harsh. Of course, he is not a true immortal after all, and even if he refines me, he cannot control it."

This time, Yuan Xing sneered. Why is it so simple and harsh? There must be some dirty tricks between you. But I don’t know if it was because of the exhaustion of energy or if I didn’t want to say more, but Jin Chan stopped appearing. He called a few times and saw that there was no reaction. Today, he learned this information enough for him to digest it for a while.

Then he started to have a headache again. If he had been living in this ancient world, he would have recognized him as a monk for the rest of his life. But he could still go back, and it doesn't matter if he did not return to the secular world. But the identity of walking in Buddhism is obviously unavailable. I feel that I am in a chessboard now, and I am just a chess piece on it. The feeling of being unable to control my destiny makes him very bad, very bad.

What do Yuanxing wants to do most now? It is to find a brand, engrave the three words "unlucky guy" on it, and then "slap" and shoot it on his forehead.

Life has changed so much. I have been traveling through daily life well and turned into a fairy tale and heavenly stream, but my style has also changed from a serious drama to abusing the master. After finally getting the "system" is still a waste, who can I reason with?

What does it feel like to be a blind man? I have no confidence. The most common trivial matters on weekdays are difficult to do now. Everything around me has changed from visible to unknown, because of the unknown, so I feel afraid.

At first, even if the elder brother arranged for the care of the little novice monk, he was not only unwilling to step out of the room, but even unwilling to get off the bed, but most of the time he was lying in a daze.

I have to say that his adaptability is still good. After a few days, when the weather is good, he will sit in the yard for a while with support. He can also enter meditation smoothly every night. In this half a month, he can walk in the room and the yard without any obstacles, making people find thin wooden sticks as blind sticks, and he will wander around the temple for a few laps every day.
Chapter completed!