The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 216

"Finally fight! It's not in vain to wait so long!"

In the corner of the underworld, among the monks gathered in one place, an old Taoist riding on the back of a yellow ox looked at the strange and treacherous sky above his head with a sigh of relief.

"This little bald donkey from Xilan Luzhou is quite courageous. He dared to provoke this old city god here. Judging from the situation, he should have some confidence!"

"Of course, this little bald donkey doesn't look stupid, and he doesn't have any real skills in his hands. How dare he talk to the old city god like that?"

"What's under his hand, look clearly, this little bald donkey's confidence is all on his body!"

Entrenched between the horns of the Buddhist celestial dragon in the underworld, a monk with a six-foot-long golden body appeared, wearing a blue cassock, holding a nine-ringed copper staff, and chanting the Buddhist mantra:

Om!Well!Ni!Bah!Mi!Hum!
The majestic Buddha's voice, suppressing Yinsi is full of death, but this is still not the end. I saw Tianlong monk tearing off the blue cassock on his body and throwing it with his hand. The cassock inlaid with glass, coral, pearls and other jewels rose in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it was covering the sky and covering the sun, and in just a few breaths, it replaced the sky of the underworld, and the mighty Buddha's light illuminated the realm of Yin law for thousands of miles!
"Zen Master, you may have made a mistake with this Buddhist robe!"

The purple air was dense, and it turned into a big hand that held up to the sky. It fell from a higher place in the Yinsi sky, grabbed the Jinglan cassock, and tore the vast cassock, which had grown to a hundred miles, from the air.

"Master Chenghuang, you can't take away the poor monk's cassock!"

Seeing the palm formed by the condensed purple air, Monk Tianlong threw out a string of Buddhist beads with a wave of his hand. The beads spread out in the air and turned into Xu Fangyuan, which was as golden as colored glaze. Arhat figure.

The sound of chanting sutras rises and falls in the sky, intersecting and overlapping, and the palm of the purple air falling from the sky is firmly fixed. Sanskrit words condense from the Buddha's light and fall on the palm of the purple air, as if to refine the palm in turn.

"Even if the Zen master is not a Buddhist disciple of Tianlong Temple, he is better than a Buddhist disciple!"

With a soft sigh, an indomitable god appeared in the Yin Judicial Domain. The stalwart of his body was already unfathomable, and the moment he appeared, many Buddhist beads holding Ziqi's palm collapsed and scattered on the spot.

But even after receiving such an impact, the golden light of these Buddhist beads became much dimmer, and there was no sign of shattering. Among them, the sound of the Arhats chanting sutras still echoed, but it was completely suppressed and it was difficult to spread.

"Like heaven and earth?!"

Ying Hai couldn't help but be a little surprised by such a majestic god. Although Buddhism has collected incense and used the power of incense to practice, he has never been contaminated with his talent.

"No! I don't know such great supernatural powers, but it's just such a bluffing appearance supported by years of accumulation!"

Du Chenghuang, who had manifested his dharmakaya, replied.

The mountain-like head of the City God's Dharma body, just slightly lowered his head and looked down, made people feel a deep divine power pouring down like a vast ocean.This dharma body is obviously not what Du Chenghuang said, but purely to bluff people.

"The poor monk also cultivated a heavenly dragon dharma body in order to subdue demons, and I invite Lord Chenghuang to taste it!"

As the words fell, the nine-ring copper staff in the monk's hands trembled together. The nine copper rings hanging on the Zen staff had fine scales emerging, and they turned into nine small dragons, making the sound of dragon chant, entangled in the Monk Jin body.

Benzhang Liu's tall monk was blessed by the Kowloon, stretched out his palm, pulled back the Jinglan cassock, and put it on his body. His body rose with the wind, and the heavenly dragon he stepped under his feet danced and circled around him. on the shoulders.

But even so, compared with the city god of Yinsidu with the cloudy sky above his head and his feet on the underworld, the Tianlong monk at this moment still looks small, and the gap is so big that it can be seen with the naked eye.

However, he dared to enter the underworld by himself, so he naturally had something to rely on. I saw his golden body shaking, and on the shoulders and back were two solemn heads with precious appearances. One side was compassionate and the other side was angry. Strong, golden-scaled arms stretched out,
Three heads and six arms!

The upper hand holds a mountain seal or a vajra, the middle two holds a copper staff or a purple gold bowl, and the lower two holds a long sword or a bright pearl. It's just such a change, but behind the monk, there is a precious wheel burning with raging flames, out of thin air. Cohesion, blooming infinite power.

Just in an instant, there were as many as seven Buddhist treasures held by the monk Tianlong, all of which were extraordinary, and the monks and monks below were amazed.

"This little bald donkey really has confidence!"

"Don't call me a donkey, if people hear you, they will subdue you and take you away, and then you can only cry in the purple golden bowl in their hands!"

"Extremely true!"

At this moment, the monk Tianlong took out so many Buddhist treasures that shocked most monks and monks. Every piece of Buddhist treasure here can be used as the foundation of a Buddhist temple, but at this moment they are gathered in one monk.

However, there are also some people who still laughed and cursed in such a situation, and didn't care, but they were the old beggar who pulled Feng Qing'an out together. The old monk looked at the gesture that was also shown by his fellow heavenly fellows with a playful smile. And the shocked old monks,
"It's a good saying. If you compare people, you'll die. If you compare goods, you'll throw them away. If you put together the Buddhist treasures on your old bald donkeys, I'm afraid it's not as good as this foreign monk is holding in his hand now." Is it a lot?"

Hearing the old beggar's teasing words, the seven monks who gathered in one place all chanted the scriptures and did not respond, because the Buddhist treasures on their bodies were really not as many as those held by the Tianlong monk. .

No matter in terms of quality or quantity, a group of monks combined cannot compare with others. This is a fact that makes monks feel very frustrated, but it also makes these monks yearn for Xilan Luzhou, which needs to cross tens of thousands of miles of sea.

"Is this how big monks fight?"

Seeing the Heavenly Dragon Monk who manifested the three-headed and six-armed dragon subduing magic appearance, and the indomitable Du Chenghuang in front of the Yin Division, and did not even show any disadvantage, Feng Qing'an felt as if he had found the door to a new world, his eyes sparkled.

"Are you kidding me? How many of them can beat like this little bald donkey? You think the treasures in his hands are all made of mud?"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, the old beggar shook his head and denied it, not wanting to cause any misunderstanding to the kid around him,
"You didn't hear what the old city god said. This little bald donkey is better than a Buddha if he is not a son of Buddha. Otherwise, how could he get together this body of Buddha treasures? How can old beggars like us in the mountains be compared to those who came out of these famous temples?" Buddha's son can't compare!"

"Senior is wrong, even if he came from a famous school, there are not many people who can gather this treasure!"

The romantic and suave jade-faced young man couldn't help but say.

Not only the monks were silent when they saw it, but those who had a history in the Taoist sect were also amazed by this foreign monk.

The magic weapon of this level is the big monks who have already produced Yuandan, who can smile when they can hold one, and use it as a reliance to walk the world, and use it to protect their lives.

But everyone showed three heads and six arms, but they couldn't hold them. The monk didn't even bother to put away the Buddhist beads that were scattered everywhere just because the city god showed his Dharma body.

"That only shows that the door behind you is not big enough. Didn't that little bald donkey introduce himself just now? He is not a disciple of the Buddha in the temple. If the disciple of the Buddha came out, the number of Buddhist treasures in his hand would be different." It will be less!"

The old beggar didn't care about other people's thoughts at all, and he spoke freely, but the jade-faced young man who had just opened his mouth to agree, bowed slightly, with a wry smile on his face,

"What the seniors said is absolutely true!"

The subtle attitude of Mr. Yumian was noticed by Feng Qing'an, who was focused on the majestic scenery in the sky. He glanced at the old beggar, and there was a different look in his eyes.

It seems that in the main hall of the Yin Division, no one is seated in front of the middle seats, not because Taoists and monks don't want to get too close to the excitement, or because there are people sitting in the middle seats.

Before he spoke, no one dared to sit in front of him, they could only sit back, even standing.

"Old man, which mountain did you come from?"

If you don't understand, just ask. In this situation, Feng Qing'an feels that he doesn't need to keep the question in his heart.

"Hey, I came down from Heju Mountain!"

The old beggar didn't hide anything, but after he reported the name of the mountain, Feng Qing'an was naturally confused. Of course, he had never heard of this name.

"Have you never heard of it before? That's right. I chose this name myself. It's just because there are a group of three yellow chickens raised on the mountain, so it doesn't have a name."

"So that's the case, but the mountain is not high, and there are immortals, there are immortals, and there are seniors waiting for immortals to live on the mountain. It is also a rare spiritual place. If there is a chance, I wonder if I can go and see it?"

"Of course there is. If you want, I can take you to see it now!"

As soon as Feng Qing'an's words fell, the old beggar who was originally smiling suddenly straightened his face, stretched out his oily palm, and grabbed Feng Qing'an's wrist again.

"This……"

Feng Qing'an was also shocked by this old monk's actions, are monks always doing things so vigorously?
"Young Master, don't say it's a spiritual land. There is a famous fairy mountain in Nanhua in my Qingyuan Sect. If you are interested, you can come to my Qingyuan Sect to have a look!"

"Heh, you have the nerve to call yourself famous in Nanhua with that little mountain in the Qingyuan Sect? My son, there are three Fuyou Xianshan in my Dingxian Sect..."

"What is the fairy land? I have the 12 Yuanchen Immortal Palace in my Beichen Sect. It is really the residence of the immortals. It is the result of my travels to the outer world. If you are interested, you can go to the Immortal Palace. Maybe you can understand me. The Pope’s Supreme Righteousness, "Secret Records on the Twelve Years"!"

As soon as these words came out, many monks looked sideways at the Taoist who spoke, and immediately recognized his identity, but it was the elder of the Beichen Sect that he said.

But the supreme and righteous Dharma he said is the foundation of his teaching. Even if he took it out, it can only be said that he really spent his money, but compared to what he could get, this is nothing at all. Who would be reluctant to amend the law in a mere way?
"No matter how beautiful the Lingshan and Xianshan mountains are in the world, they are not as good as the blessed lands in the cave. There are seventeen blessed places in my teaching, and there are even Kunling, Taiyin and other caves. They can all be opened for you!"

At this time, the female cultivator who had just confronted the Buddhist sect in the palace opened her mouth, with her pair of phoenix eyes, she looked at Feng Qing'an, who was slightly startled at the moment, and made a promise that no one could help but be moved by.

If practicing the law is the foundation of the sect, then the cave heaven and the blessed place that can avoid calamity and disaster are the foundation of a Taoist sect that can be passed down for thousands of years, even this?
"Dongtianfudi? It seems that no one has it, but my teaching also has it..."

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, not only the people in the Taoist sect opened their mouths, but even the many monks gathered in one place couldn't help but want to say something, but before the monk who recited the Buddha's name could say what he wanted to say, Then they saw a series of eyes with evil eyes cast on them.

"..."

Comparing the difference in the number of Taoist monks present, and then looking at the old beggar who was holding Feng Qing'an's wrist, the monk who was about to speak lowered his head wisely, turning his rosary beads and chanting sutras silently.

"what's going on?"

Seeing that Feng Qing'an was suddenly enthusiastic about him, he invited him to his sect one after another, and even said that many monks from the Taoist sect who had opened up heaven and earth to him were a little confused.

It seemed that just because of his words, he became the meat and potatoes that these monks robbed, and whoever won the family would be able to teach him to become a fairy.

"It's okay, it's just that you have the idea of ​​practicing?"

Not to mention other people, even the old beggar at this moment looked at Feng Qing'an very differently from before. He held Feng Qing'an's palm at this moment, which was extraordinarily strong, as if he was holding the palm of someone who wasn't a young man. The wrist, but the avenue.

"Senior, what do you call this? Asking about longevity, free and easy, who wouldn't want to?"

Feng Qing'an really didn't understand why this old Taoist would ask such inexplicable words, who in this world could refuse to cultivate immortality?

It's just that Feng Qing'an can clearly feel that after he said this, not only the old beggar in front of him, but also those monks who had entered the underworld and even the many monks beside him, all of them looked at each other with real eyes. fell on him.

"Your elder brother doesn't want to practice, and he doesn't want to live forever!"

The old beggar replied that he had the chance to meet the reincarnation of the immortal, but what surprised him was that even though he showed his supernatural powers, the reincarnated immortal did not have the slightest intention of re-entering the Taoist sect to practice and seek the Tao.

It's not that he can't understand, after all, he has already walked the path once, since he chose to start over, how could he walk it again?It is natural to take a different path, and this fairy seems to have found a completely different path.

Although it looks a little weird.But no matter how weird it is, it is better than entering Buddhism and being robbed by those bald donkeys.

When he met the blood relatives of the reincarnated fairy king here, he also saw that this second son who also had natural supernatural powers was extraordinary, but like his elder brother, he did not have the slightest trace of Daoist practice on his body. A reincarnated power who wants to take a different path!

The old beggar who had already met a bad nose naturally didn't want to touch him again, and he was only polite to Feng Qing'an, wanting to get to know Feng Qing'an and make a good cause, but he didn't expect this person to actually say that he wanted to practice.

(End of this chapter)