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Actually, it is quite normal for Bing Tianyi to feel this sense of fear. After all, he has just escaped from the gates of hell, and under such circumstances, being frightened by this seemingly crazy old monk is not surprising at all.
But now that the old monk has actually proposed a condition, Bing Tianyi quickly furrowed his brows. He had no money, no connections, and while he was somewhat good-looking, he wondered what kind of request this old monk would make.
Filled with worry, Bing Tianyi hesitantly asked, "Old Immortal, what exactly do you want me to do?"
"Just be my disciple," the old monk blurted out.
Upon hearing this, Bing Tianyi was stunned. After a few seconds, he bluntly replied, "Old Immortal, what you just said sounds like..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the old monk suddenly glared at Bing Tianyi and asked, "What does that mean?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm only in my twenties; if I become your disciple, wouldn't that mean I'd have to be a monk for the rest of my life?" Bing Tianyi sighed helplessly as he looked at the old monk.
The old monk let out a cold laugh and said to Bing Tianyi, "You're sixteen now, right?"
Only then did Bing Tianyi realize that he had arrived in 2011, and naturally his age had changed. With a face full of despair, he could only sigh to the old monk, "Old Immortal, can't I just not be a monk?"
"No," the old monk said with a strange smile, speaking cryptically.
"Then I won't do it."
"Leave if you don't want to do it," the old monk said, turning to walk away.
Bing Tianyi quickly stepped forward, hugging the old monk's thigh tightly and pleading, "Do something else, I beg you."
"Even hugging my leg won't work!" The old monk said, lightly kicking, causing Bing Tianyi to let go obediently.
In a moment of desperation, ignoring the pain in his body, Bing Tianyi rushed toward the old monk who had just reached the door. As he got close, the old monk stopped and turned around, saying directly, "You little brat, are you going to agree or not?"
"If I had known I would come back for this, I might as well have died. Then I could be reborn and in eighteen years I'd be a good man again," Bing Tianyi replied, his eyes filled with despair.
His mind was filled with the dull life of ancient texts and chanting under a dim light. His dreams of marrying and having children, of achieving great success, were being swept away by a whirlwind.
Suddenly, the old monk let out a strange laugh and then said to Bing Tianyi, "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just being a monk for a few days."
"Being a monk for a few days? What do you mean by that?" Bing Tianyi asked in surprise.
"Alright, let me tell you the truth. I know I don't have many days left to live. Seeing you possessed by an ancient plague spirit, out of compassion, I will help you resolve it." The old monk's tone became much more normal now, quite different from the foul-mouthed person earlier.
Seeing this change, Bing Tianyi truly didn't know when this dream would end. However, since it had come to this point, he could only grit his teeth and say, "Since it's just for a few days, I'll agree. I hope Old Immortal can guide me!"
The old monk furrowed his brows slightly and calculated with his fingers before saying seriously, "Remember, within forty-nine days, you are not allowed to eat meat or drink alcohol, nor can you smoke. Also, you must stay away from women. Most importantly, the Heavenly Secret must not be revealed. I know you come from the past and are aware of events in the coming years. So this point is crucial!"
After hearing this, Bing Tianyi quickly nodded in agreement. The old monk smiled upon seeing the expression on Bing Tianyi's face and said, "Very well. Since you've agreed to these conditions, I can give you this book."
While speaking, the old monk took out the ancient book that had just fallen to the ground and handed it to Bing Tianyi. Receiving it with both hands, Bing Tianyi glanced at the traditional characters on the cover and murmured, "Guanyin Divination!"
Just as Bing Tianyi was about to flip through it, the old monk continued, "This book contains thirty-two Hexagrams, each of which reveals Heavenly Secrets! Those who leak Heavenly Secrets will enter the Eighteen Layers of Hell, and their descendants will suffer misfortune."
After hearing this, Bing Tianyi felt even more frustrated. Wasn't this clearly condemning him to a miserable life?
Just as Bing Tianyi was about to speak, the old monk continued, "This book has both advantages and disadvantages. If you use it to help others solve problems, leaking Heavenly Secrets is inconsequential. However, if you use it for your own benefit, you must be cautious. These thirty-two Hexagrams are merely the beginning; they can only assist in divining fortune and misfortune but cannot change fate. If you wish for greater fortune, it depends on your ability to endure hardship."
Hearing this from the old monk, Bing Tianyi reflected on his past twenty-plus years of life—wasting time was one thing, but more importantly, everything had gone wrong, and he had suffered greatly.
Thinking of this, Bing Tianyi immediately said, "Old Immortal, please tell me how I can attain greater fortune!"
"The Art of Zhouyi can change the universe. This contains everything I have learned in my life, including annotations. You must also deeply comprehend that the changes in the universe relate to the sun, moon, and stars. If you can grasp the mysteries within, you will achieve great wealth and honor in this life!" The old monk said with a hearty laugh.
Bing Tianyi frowned and after a few seconds looked at the old monk curiously and asked, "Isn't The Art of Zhouyi unrelated to your Buddha?"
"Heaven and Earth are one; why must we distinguish between Buddhism and Daoism? If one's heart is inherently good, all things are insignificant!" After finishing his words, the old monk tossed down two tattered books and vanished without a trace!
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