The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 215 The Great Power Tianlong
"Boy, what's the matter? Look at our eyes, it seems that you don't like it?"

The old beggar's voice sounded beside him, Feng Qing'an looked up, and saw the extremely sloppy Daoist Daoist here at the moment gnawing on the tendons and cartilage on the chicken bones, not even willing to let go of any edible parts.

"It's not that I don't like it, I just wonder why you are so indifferent to the monsters!"

Feng Qing'an has already mastered the art of sound transmission into secrets, and at the highest level of martial arts practice, one can master this practical little skill, which is no different from magical powers.

"indifferent?"

The old beggar raised his head and glanced at Feng Qing'an, then lowered his head and gnawed on the tendons carefully.

"It's not that I'm ruthless, it's just that I've seen it all, and it's not the same as your kid!"

"Have you seen it?"

Hearing this answer, Feng Qing'an realized something, but he was not satisfied.

The dispute between the Tianlong monk and the capital city god can be summed up in a simple sentence: the public says the public is right, and the woman says the woman is right.

However, the arguments are all based on consideration of the interests of the human race, but the methods adopted are different. There is no doubt that the method of Tianlong monk is more extreme.

But as long as you listen to the experience of Tianlong monk, it is not surprising why this monk has such thoughts and ideas. In Xilan Luzhou, there is actually a terrifying monster that can swallow tens of thousands of people in one bite.

The number of countries and Buddhist temples destroyed by demons is even more countless. After experiencing all kinds of things, and even being almost killed by demons, it is not normal if there is no thought of killing all demons.

The City God's response was also very simple. This is not Xilan Luzhou, where demons are everywhere and can do evil. Here, humanity and gods are prosperous. No matter how vicious the demons are, they can only put away their minions.

Because he was able to hear these unheard and unseen things about monsters, Feng Qing'an listened very carefully and didn't miss a single word.

But as he listened, Feng Qing'an found out that among the great monks who rushed in ahead of him to join in the fun, there were those who wandered in the sky, those who changed grass to feed cattle, those who wrote poems, and those monks , They were all bowing their heads and chanting.

No matter what gestures they make, there is one thing in common, that is, they don't seem to be interested in those brutal monsters, and dealing with monsters and monsters in this way is not what they care about.

"You are so young, you don't even have a fraction of the age that I, an old guy, lived. You walked all the way, and you met a man-eating monster. I'm afraid you can count them on your fingers? The king of this human dynasty is exactly When it was at its peak, what big monsters could you see?"

"..."

Feng Qing'an was speechless, indeed, the most ferocious Mr. Bo Lang Jiang Shui just deliberately reduced the amount of rainfall, but the disasters caused were man-made disasters caused by the expansion of corrupt officials.

"That's why this little bald donkey scares you by talking about monsters. You just haven't seen it too much. I, an old man, have lived to this age. Why haven't I seen it?"

"Senior, you may have seen too much, so you don't care, but I don't think they are all like you!"

"It's right to be different. If everyone is the same, then it's okay? Some people are born in the clouds and have never touched the dust on the ground. How do they know the suffering of ordinary people? No matter how cruel the demon is, it is like a dream bubble, just listen to it as a story! "

The old beggar's incoherent voice sounded in Feng Qing'an's ear,

"Not everyone can have the heart of helping the world and saving the people like a young man!"

"Then what are they doing here?"

"Of course it's to watch the excitement, to have fun!"

Hearing Feng Qing'an asked about this matter, even the voice of the old beggar became more interested,
"I, an old guy, came in first, because I didn't want to miss the excitement, but who would have thought that this little bald donkey would play tricks with the old city god, and he wouldn't do anything after talking for a long time!"

"To be honest, I also have similar thoughts to my predecessors!"

Feng Qing'an felt a little embarrassed, Ying Hai volleyed Judge Wu up in the air over Fengtian City, and broke into the Yin Division to discuss the law with the City God, why not fight?
For the sake of Yinsi's face, the City God of Ducheng couldn't justify not suppressing the little monk.It was precisely because of this understanding that Feng Qing'an settled the person and rushed over in a hurry.

As a result, after he came in, he did not expect that this Duchenghuangju really had a debate with the monk, which was not what he imagined. Although he was a little disappointed, listening to it was also rewarding.

He knew that the harsh living environment of the human race in another vast land other than the land continent under his feet was not the same as that of the Great Jin Dynasty. It was peaceful and prosperous, and it was a fluke to be able to live in some places.

"It's human nature, don't be embarrassed, there is one person here, and they are all waiting for the little bald donkey to fight the old city god, otherwise what are we doing here? Listen to them say something that hurts your ears?"

The old beggar said with a smile, the roast chicken in his hand had turned into a complete skeleton, without even a smear of oil on it, he had licked it clean, and he threw the chicken bone on the sapphire table. Stretching out his hand, he turned out another roast chicken with a crispy yellow skin.

"Boy, do you want to try it? This is the three yellow chicken specially raised by the old Taoist. The skin is crispy and the meat is tender. It can be called the best in the world!"

"For such a big bird, senior, are you sure the skin is crispy and the meat is tender?"

Feng Qing'an's expression is subtle, in his eyes, the old beggar's hand is not a roast chicken.

In fact, being unkempt and ragged is just the image of the old beggar in the eyes of common people, or in the eyes of ordinary monks. In his eyes, the old beggar looks different.

The purple robe engraved with intricate patterns, the jade hairpin engraved with flying dragons and the golden crown engraved with stars, this old guy's real appearance is much more flamboyant than his sloppy appearance.

It's just that very few people can see through it, and the roast chicken in his hand is not roast chicken at all, the aura contained in it has been transformed into substance, but it is all contained under the small crispy skin, without spilling out It's just revealed.

"Naturally, the skin is crispy and the meat is tender. You can't trust the old beggar's craftsmanship, can you still not trust the old beggar's supernatural power?"

The old beggar looked at Feng Qing'an in surprise, and then said with a smile, before he went down the mountain, he took away a dozen of the cranes raised by the head of the sect, and now more than half of them had entered his stomach.

"Here, let me try it!"

While talking, the old beggar generously tore off a piece of chicken leg and handed it to Feng Qingan who was sitting next to him. A dripping chicken thigh was caught in his hand.

"Old-nosed old man!"

Several monks who bowed their heads and chanted scriptures raised their heads at this moment, looking at the young man in white who was also sharing the roast chicken with the old beggar, the emotions in their hearts were hard to express for a while.

If it is an ordinary person, no matter how unrestrained they are, it will not touch their Zen heart, and their hundreds of years of practice are not in vain, but the young man's face is too intimidating to them. The relationship between the ones they were looking for, they felt a headache.

"Senior, look, do you want to give me another half?"

Feng Qing'an's eyes lit up after taking a bite of the meat, not to mention the rich aura that hit his forehead, the taste of the meat alone is already hard to find in the world.Even though the chicken thigh in Feng Qing'an's hands is not as small as it looks on the outside, it still can't hold back his current physique.

"You can't eat enough?"

"They have been with me from birth to death, I can't eat them here, let them just watch!"

Feng Qing'an pointed to Heishan, Sen Miao and Bai Yao at the side.

"Good boy, you are loyal enough, I like it, and I will give you all this chicken!"

"Thank you, Daoist. After I go out, I will also treat Daoist to a delicious meal that is hard to find in the world!"

Feng Qing'an shared the roast chicken with the left and right sides, while the head of the little dragon poked out from his collar, watching them eat with such relish.Not to be outdone, he stretched out his small claws, took out a piece of red scales like beautiful jade, and started to gnaw along with it.

"Okay, then I'll just wait!"

The old beggar glanced at the little Jiaolong nibbling on the crimson dragon scales in Feng Qing'an's arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then smiled, showing a bit of complacency, looking forward to it in his heart.

Master, the crane you raised deserved to die!
"When will we talk about it? Why don't we fight?!"

Not long after, the mutterings and complaints of the old man came to Feng Qing'an's ears. This old guy knew Feng Qing'an well, and he didn't shy away from it.

"Senior, do you really want to fight?"

After tasting the flesh and blood of the spirit beast, Feng Qing'an showed satisfaction on his face, and looked at the old beggar who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"What is this called? It's not that I want them to fight, but that they are all like this. It's hard to end without a fight. This little monk is not willing to bow his head and give in. He wants to accuse the Old City God of doing something wrong. If the Old City God I bowed my head, where should I put my face? Since I can't convince anyone, I can only fight, whoever has the biggest fist is right!"

The old beggar said disapprovingly.

"According to senior, there's no need to rush, we'll just wait!"

"It's okay to wait, more and more guys are coming, and the more people join in the fun, the more this old city god can do it. Otherwise, how can he show the majesty of the Yin Division?"

After muttering twice, the old beggar suddenly realized,
"No, the old city god is delaying time on purpose. He has to wait for the people to arrive before he prepares to beat up the little bald donkey and get back the face he lost!"

"should be!"

Feng Qing'an glanced at the entrance of the main hall. At this moment, there were two Taoists coming hand in hand, but even though there were more and more real eminent monks who came to join in the fun, the table in front of the main hall of the Yin Division was still empty and no one was seated. , these guys would rather stand near the door than sit in front, or even share a table with several people.

"Zen Master, as far as this is concerned, it is useless to talk too much. Let the carp essence you took away be returned!"

The thick voice of the City God sounded, and at this moment, all the Taoists and monks who were bored and wandering in the sky, all came to their spirits.

"Amitabha, humans and monsters are different. It seems that what the poor monk said, Lord Chenghuang didn't listen to a single word!"

Tianlong Seng Yinghai showed disappointment.

"Isn't it true that the Chan Master never listened to what I said?"

On the altar, in the blue-purple divine light, a silhouette of a human figure was faintly revealed, and a thick divine power spread along with it, and the atmosphere in the underworld became much heavier.

"Release the spirit fish! Destroy the marriage, cause the husband and wife to be separated, and the children have no mother, but there will be karma added to the body!"

"Such karma, the poor monk is willing to bear it all!"

Turning a blind eye to the majesty spreading in the hall, Ying Hai responded calmly.However, on his skin that was no different from ordinary people, a little golden light was faintly visible, spreading from the center of his eyebrows, and gradually clung to his whole body.

"It seems that the Zen master is determined to go his own way!"

"The poor monk is about to ask Lord Chenghuang for advice!"

"As the Zen master said!"

The moment the capital city god's voice fell, the place where Tianlong monk Yinghai stood was instantly swallowed up by a darkness, as if his place had been wiped out of thin air, and everything related to him disappeared.

"Hey, it's so big when you come up, boy, hurry up and hide, don't let this thing touch you!"

Seeing the black prison with extremely flat outline suddenly appearing, the old beggar who was there with the old god and even dared to get close to watch the excitement jumped up all of a sudden, grabbing Feng Qing Ann's wrist, as if fleeing towards the entrance of the main hall.

In fact, there is no need for the old beggar to remind, at the moment when the black prison engulfed the Tianlong monk, the Taoists and monks present in the main hall began to flee, and the extreme sense of crisis touched the spiritual sense of each of them.

In the underworld created by ghosts and gods, fighting with ghosts and gods is undoubtedly the most stupid behavior. To fight with ghosts and gods, you should fight with them outside the place where incense is enshrined.

At this time, the state of ghosts and gods is the weakest, and in the legal domain, ghosts and gods can maintain their peak state until the incense is exhausted, but now Fengtian humanity is so prosperous, God knows how deep this thousand-year-old city god has accumulated, which monk can fight him consume?
"what is that?"

Feng Qing'an, who escaped from the main hall of the City God with the old beggar, couldn't help turning his head to look behind him. Just seeing the darkness made every part of his body tremble, and his subconscious told him that he must never touch the darkness.

"What are you talking about? This old city god wiped out that legal space! The attack is really ruthless, if the little bald donkey can't hold it, I'm afraid he won't even find ashes!"

The old beggar is worthy of living such an old age, he has seen a lot,
"This is a means of harming oneself by eight hundred and injuring the enemy by ten thousand. Ordinary little city gods dare not use it indiscriminately. If they don't control it well, they will destroy the underworld. Only this old city god has accumulated thousands of years and comes here at will. , not afraid at all!"

"Amitabha!"

There was an indifferent sound, like the chanting of the Buddha's name from heaven and earth, and a golden light like a sword of killing demons pierced the darkness in the center of the hall, followed by ten or a hundred ways.

The black prison that made countless monks avoid it was only a few breaths, and it was filled with the golden light of Buddhism. Accompanied by a loud and clear dragon roar shaking the underworld, a majestic mighty and virtuous dragon dharma appeared from the main hall. In the middle, jump up.

The golden sky dragon, with towering horns, complete scales and armor, held a flaming Buddha bead on its powerful dragon claws, soaring into the sky, collapsing the dome of the main hall.

As the cold wind blows up in the Yin Division, the heavenly dragon rises with the wind and occupies the high sky of the Yin Division. The bright and clear Buddha light is everywhere, illuminating the thousands of miles of the Yin Division, making the ghosts and gods here panic. What a bad thing!

Because just a few years ago, there was turmoil in the Yin Division, and the sky and the earth changed color. At that time, even the city god suffered a sword, and he has not recovered yet. Now a similar thing happened again!
(End of this chapter)