The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 214 Boring, I want to see blood flow into rivers

"Skeletons are like hills, bones are like forests. Human hair (Azure) is turned into felt pieces, and human flesh is rotten into dust. Human tendons are entangled in trees, dry and scorched as bright as silver. The mountains of corpses are filled with blood, and the stench is unpleasant. The little demon general The living people took the cut meat, and the demons cooked the human flesh fresh..."

When Feng Qing'an entered the main hall of the Fengtian Yin Division City God with Wen Juan, he saw Tianlong Monk who had just entered the Yin Division not long ago standing in the center of the hall, with a clear voice, calmly telling appalling things about demons.

Feng Qing'an who had just entered the hall was stunned when he heard such a brutal demon, and his expression became solemn. Looking left and right, he saw the Taoist real people who came in earlier, eminent monks and great virtues, sitting at the tables on both sides.

However, when Feng Qing'an looked at others, the Taoists and monks who came in first also looked at him, and they couldn't help being stunned. Feng Qing'an took a look.

Feng Qing'an could clearly see that Tianlong Monk, who dared to scold ghosts and gods when he first arrived, and even the city god was at ease when he saw him, his face twitched slightly, and he didn't know what was thinking of an extremely unpleasant past.

"Sir, please sit down!"

Wen Pan turned slightly sideways, and stretched out his hand to lead to the seat of the City God, the chief on the right, this is where the highest-ranking guests at the banquet sit, Feng Qingan looked at the vacant chief, and then looked at the monks and monks who basically sat back , shaking his head and laughing,
"I'll just sit on the side with this senior!"

Feng Qing'an cast his eyes on an old beggar sitting in the middle seat, but he was the first Taoist expert to break into the underworld. Chicken, feasting there, is really like an old beggar who has tasted wine and meat for the first time.

"You kid, you look so familiar, sit in front of me, block me, don't sit back, I thought I was low-key enough, but these guys all shrink their heads, and they can't wait to stand at the door Hearing the excitement, he just refuses to sit forward!"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's voice, the old beggar looked up at him, and then gave Yin Yang a meal for those Taoist monks who were behind him.

Because even if he was sitting in the middle seat, he was at the front, away from the altar, and he couldn't even see his general appearance clearly, except for the City God of Du City, who was emitting fiery blue and purple divine light, and was the closest.

"It should be the first time I met senior, and I think I look familiar, so I must have met my elder brother!"

Feng Qing'an walked to the seat in front of the old beggar, followed closely behind by Sen Miao and Heishan Baiyao, not daring to lag behind, here, no one dared to show off.

"Your brother?"

The old beggar who was just eating big chunks was reminded, he stared at Feng Qing'an's face twice, his old face suddenly wrinkled, showing confusion, extremely puzzled,

"Weird!"

"What's the reason?"

Feng Qingan sat down and glanced at the sapphire table in front of him. There were several plates of spiritual fruits and a pot of sake on it, which looked very concise. It could be seen that Fengtian Yin Division had prepared very hastily for this seminar. It was put out temporarily, after all, even the guests wanted to join in the fun, so it's not surprising.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just me, an old bastard, who is not good at learning, and I made a mistake!"

The old beggar kept looking at Feng Qing'an until Feng Qing'an sat down and looked at him, then he looked away and focused on the greasy roast chicken in front of him, but he muttered something from time to time, but Feng Qing'an couldn't hear him.

"Such a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and a cave of demonic bones, I have been practicing Buddhism for half a year, and I have seen no less than ten places!"

Tianlong Monk Ying Hai just took a look at Feng Qing'an, and then continued to report the harm of demons to the capital city god. What he said were all personal experiences. Can not let go of the reason.

"A demon is a demon. Cannibalism is like slaughtering cattle and sheep. Even if you pretend to be kind, you can't change your cannibal nature. If ghosts and gods sympathize with other people, they are equivalent to demons' accomplices, killing innocent people!"

"Hey, I have cultivated Buddhism for half a year. What is the origin of this little bald donkey? The bald donkeys outside are so powerful? Compared with this, our bald donkeys in Nanhua are simply vulgar. Don't lose face to their Buddhas. Already!"

Hearing what the Tianlong monk said, the oily old beggar immediately marveled, if what he was amazed at was not the cruelty of the Xilan Luzhou demon, but the short practice time of the Tianlong monk in front of him.

"Amitabha!"

Scolding the bald donkey in front of the monk, no monk could bear it. A monk sitting at the opposite desk chanted the Buddha's name, seemingly benevolent, but there was a hazy Buddha's light rippling from him.

"The poor monk once heard that there is a Buddhist temple in Xilan Luzhou that has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are Buddhist children born from generation to generation. I wonder if Zen Master Yinghai is a Buddhist student of Tianlong Temple?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just a small monk in the temple, not a disciple of the Buddha. The contemporary Buddhist disciple of this temple is my brother, the source of Dharma!"

Hearing the inquiry, Zen Master Yinghai responded, but while speaking, his eyelids were lowered, as if he didn't want to mention this matter too much.

"Zen master is so cultivated, so he is not a disciple of the Buddha in the temple?"

After Ying Hai's words fell, the faces of several old monks showed amazement, not only these monks, but also other practitioners who entered here were also moved.

Practitioners can judge a person's age by looking at their face and feeling their bones, but easily, they can judge the age of others even by a ray of breath, and now this Chan Master Ying Hai, no matter how he judges it, he is not very old.

It's just that I didn't expect the other party to be so young, young is fine, his cultivation level can suppress ghosts and gods in the city, it is terrifying, and he also has a little more love for the Tianlong Temple behind him awe.

"My senior brother Qing Hai is far superior to me in debating scriptures and practicing Buddhism. How can I be a disciple of Buddha?"

This young and handsome monk spoke in a very calm tone, but Feng Qing'an sounded a little weird, why did he sound so unwilling?

What this monk means is that he can't talk or fight, so he can only give way, tsk, this monk can't be crushed by his senior brother in all directions, so he came to Nanhua Luzhou to relax, right?
"Amitabha, the way of Buddhism in Xilan Luzhou has reached this point? The poor monk will definitely go to Xilan in his lifetime to discuss the scriptures with the eminent monk in Xilan!"

You can see the whole leopard at a glance. Although the monk in front of you has such strength, he is not even a Buddhist in Xilan Luzhou. It can be seen that Xilan Buddhism is prosperous. This immediately made the faces of several monks present show admiration and longing. An old monk in a red cassock immediately said with emotion.

"Master Senduo, I think you should stay in Nanhua. This young monk is only at this age, and he has seen no less than ten demon caves. With this level of cultivation, I am afraid that before he reaches the place, he will let the monsters hide their skin and bones." They were all eaten up!"

The monk's voice just fell, sitting not far from the old monk, but an old farmer who brought the old scalper in and persuaded him with a smile. Great.

If Taoism and Buddha met in other places, even a few years ago, it would not be the case, at least the superficial harmony can be maintained.

But in this Great Jin Dynasty, any Taoist would not be very polite when he met a monk. It was already these Taoist people who restrained themselves by not calling out the magic weapon on the spot and hitting the bald donkey on the face.

After all, what kind of idea these monks and bald donkeys are playing, everyone in the Taoist sect knows it well, and the digging of the wall has been dug on the head of their Taoist sect, can this be tolerated?And also a reincarnated fairy.

"Amitabha, thank you layman for your concern. If the poor monk leaves for Xilan one day, he will have the supernatural powers to subdue demons!"

The old monk who made the vision was calm and responded without anger.They also know that what they are doing is digging the corner of the Daomen, so naturally they don't expect the real Daomen to have any good looks towards them
Even Taoist friends who have known each other for many years, it is already a great deal of face to be able to say a few words at the moment of meeting, instead of greeting with a magical power.

"Master, I think it is better to hit the sun than to choose a day, so let's start today. I think the master's Dharma is profound, and there are only a few magic caves. I believe that with the master's supernatural powers, he can easily settle down, and he can rescue those living beings who have fallen into the magic cave as soon as possible. They will get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible and avoid disaster!"

At the end of the main hall, a rich and handsome white jade gentleman waved a folding fan and said with a warm smile.

"Amitabha, the poor monk still has merits that have not yet been completed, and the poor monk can only cross the sea when the merits and cultivation have been achieved."

"Old bald donkey, your achievements cannot be accomplished, so give up as soon as possible, even if you succeed, the old man will smash you to pieces!"

The moment the monk's words fell, an old Taoist priest who looked like a charlatan spoke. He leaned on the table with one hand and supported his head, while with the other hand he threw the spiritual fruits prepared by Yinsi into his mouth one by one. , There is a bohemian that does not match its appearance.

"Amitabha, all the real people have shown their visions, and King Ming of my temple has issued a decree..."

"A mere King Ming dares to issue orders? I thought it was the Buddha. If the Buddha issued a decree, I would also bring a few sticks of incense with me. May I invite the Patriarch of the Upper Realm to show his holiness!"

Seeing that there were still bald donkeys who dared to help, a dignified and natural female cultivator spoke in a cold voice, which instantly made the monk from a certain monastery turn red, as if he was extremely angry but did not dare to burst out.

"I'll be good, big sister, you still brought this kind of treasure, hey, donkey over there, don't hide it, didn't you say that your king Ming issued a decree? Take out the decree of your king Ming and have a look , I want to see the demeanor of the fairy girl, give me a chance!"

Elegant and luxurious, the words spoken by the female cultivator who had just bloomed like Yaohua made the eyes of the old beggar who was still dripping oil shine, rubbed his paws, and then couldn't wait to yell at the group of monks, looking like he didn't mind watching the excitement As if the matter was a big deal, he tried his best to fight the fire.

"Fellow daoists, can you show me some face? This place is Fengtian Yinsi!"

Seeing that the Buddhists and Taoists present seemed about to fight, as the host of this place, the city god of Fengtian Capital sounded a thick and majestic voice. Although he was confident enough to suppress the audience, the premise was that the Buddhists and Taoists did not invite their ancestors.

If the monk on one side asks for the decree of King Ming, and on the other side burns incense to invite the patriarch to show his spirit, the Fengtian Yin Division may collapse because of this. At this time, the city god of the capital realizes that he has opened the door of the Yin Division and invited Buddhas and Taoists to enter together. .

This move was possible two years ago. Even if Buddhism and Taoism have grievances and grievances with each other, they will exercise restraint on some big occasions, but now, in the land of Dajin, Buddhism and Taoism do not say that they are in the same situation, but they are not far behind. How many.

There have already been quite a few real people from the Daoist sect who fought against eminent monks, winning and losing each other. Some eminent monks or real people even had to leave temporarily for recuperation because of serious injuries.

But no matter how much he listened to, it would be worse if the conflict happened right under his nose. After only a few words, the two sides of Buddhism and Taoism were about to fight.

"Your Majesty City God's face is naturally to be given, and we have no intention of going to war here, but some monks don't know what is good or bad, and always want to do some unrealistic things!"

The old farmer who brought all the cattle in said with a smile.

"Amitabha, poor monk..."

"Master, do you have any doubts about the tyranny of demons that I said? If so, you can speak freely. If it has nothing to do with this matter, can you please keep silent?"

Before the monk finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ying Hai, who was frowning. He didn't know what these Buddhists and Taoists in Nanhua Luzhou were arguing about, and he didn't want to interfere in matters that had nothing to do with him.

He just wanted to discuss with the local ghosts and gods about dealing with monsters and strange things, but these guys seemed to be fighting for no reason, disrupting his debate with ghosts and gods.

"..."

Under the persecution of Ying Hai's gaze, the monk who seemed a bit weak at first fell silent.

But the other two monks looked at each other and communicated with each other. Naturally, they could see that this monk who came all the way from Xilan Luzhou had no intention of intervening in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism in Nanhua Luzhou, but this matter is related to the prosperity of Buddhism. , are both from Buddhism, so naturally they should be unanimous to the outside world.

"Zen Master, Xilan Luzhou is full of demons and demon caves, but you are now in Nanhua Luzhou. I have ascended to the throne of God and have been worshiped by incense for thousands of years. Humanity is prosperous, demons are dormant, and there are spirit beasts in the mountains and fields. Influenced by spiritual energy, thoughts of goodness are born in the heart, and the woodcutter and hunter are protected..."

The debate between the Fucheng God and the Tianlong monk continued. The gods who have been incensed for thousands of years and the monks who have seen the mountains of corpses and blood, all use what they have seen and heard as evidence to defend their views or attack the other party.

When Tianlong monk traveled to Xilan Continent, he had seen too many cruel and cunning faces of monsters. He adhered to the principle that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let a single one go.

However, the City God believes that everything in the world has spirituality. If we suppress and reject, or even slaughter all the aliens that are different from humans, wouldn't we be enemies of all living beings?
Regardless of human monsters, good and evil should be distinguished, the good will be rewarded, and the evil will be punished!
(End of this chapter)