The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 357 Someone Can't Sleep Tonight
"Is this edible?"

The young man squatted next to the bamboo shoots that had just sprouted from the ground, talking to himself as if there was no one else around. Behind him, a group of young monks stared at his back with red eyes and bloodshot eyes. Rip him to pieces.

"It should be edible."

"I don't know what it tastes like, it should be good, try it!"

As the voice fell, the young man stretched out his magic claws, and gently hooked his index finger that touched the tip of the bamboo shoots. Following the young man's movements, the fresh bamboo shoots that had just emerged were immediately turned out of the soil, and a strong fragrance immediately permeated all around.

"Devil, let go of that bamboo shoot!"

At this time, a roar full of sorrow and anger sounded, Feng Qing'an looked up, and immediately saw a little bald man in a gray and white monk's uniform running towards him, dragging a demon-subduing pestle that was almost as tall as others , murderous.

"The devil? Where is the devil?"

Feng Qing'an looked around without realizing it, and then saw the little monk dragging the magic pestle backwards and rushing in front of him.

"Devil, do you know how long it takes for a purple bamboo shoot to grow?"

"how long?"

The young man looked down at the purple-glowing shoots in his hands, faintly covered with golden patterns, smelled the strange fragrance floating in the air, couldn't help but swallowed, and then, under the staring red eyes of the little monk, lowered his head and gnawed a mouthful of juice. overflowing roots.

"Well, it tastes really good. Would you like to have a bite? I can pull one out for you!"

Feng Qing'an looked at the little monk whose eyes were tearing apart, and the smell of bamboo shoots was overflowing from his mouth, as if he hadn't seen the demon-subduing pestle that the little monk had already picked up.

"It takes ten years for a purple golden bamboo to emerge, it takes a hundred years to grow, and it takes a thousand years to become useful. If you ruin it like this, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"

The little monk's red eye sockets gradually became moist, and his voice became choked up, as if he was about to cry at any moment.

"You little monk, you have no experience. You are hungry. How can you be punished by heaven for eating a bamboo shoot?"

Feng Qing'an took another bite, and as he chewed, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"This will be condemned by the heavens, and there will not be many living things in this world."

"This is Zijin Bamboo!"

"Bamboo shoots are for people to eat. They grow so delicious, how can they live up to such kindness?"

Feng Qing'an was upright and strong, without the slightest bit of guilt, even the little monk was going to hit him with the magic pestle.

"Devil, you deserve death!"

When the little monk heard that Feng Qing'an had no regrets, he was so angry that he swung the magic subduing pestle in his hand, which was almost taller than him, and threw it at Feng Qing'an.

"You little monk is too stingy, but just eating a bamboo shoot, how could it become a heinous crime in your mouth, and you deserve death."

Feng Qing'an looked at the subduing magic pestle that was thrown at his face, without even looking at it, just waved it casually, and the breeze gathered, turning into an indestructible invisible wind wall in front of him, blocking the Buddhist door. The power of the magic weapon.

That's all, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he stretched out his hand and gently hooked towards him not far away, the soil turned into a palm, and took the initiative to send a tender bamboo shoot in front of him.

"Come on, try it too."

Feng Qing'an was warm and hospitable. He took the bamboo shoots that were freshly pulled out of the soil, and stuffed the fresh and tender roots that were flowing with juice into the little monk's mouth.

And the little monk who was pressing down on the subduing magic pestle vigorously, trying to break through the wind wall in front of him, watched Feng Qingan pull out another bamboo shoot. The little monk who had been guarding the purple bamboo forest for decades, tasted the purple golden bamboo shoot for the first time. taste.

Gollum!

The sweet smell made the little monk's mouth bite off a piece without thinking about it. After chewing a couple of bites, the little monk came to his senses after feeling the deliciousness of the Zijin bamboo shoots.

"you!"

The little monk glared at Feng Qing'an, and then a look of shame appeared on his face, and he was a little embarrassed, at a loss, because he didn't know what to do, the fresh bamboo shoots in his mouth, neither spit nor swallowed.

"How is it? Doesn't it taste good?"

Looking at the little monk whose expression looked like he was cooking a mess, Feng Qing'an asked with a smile.

"Yes... no, the devil, you lured me to break the precept!"

The little monk subconsciously nodded, but immediately cursed out loud.The demon-subduing pestle in his hand shone brightly, and there was even a phantom of an ancient Buddha emerging from behind him.

But even so, he couldn't break through the invisible wind wall between him and Feng Qing'an. Even if he regretted it and wanted to retreat, the magic pestle in his hand fell into the wind wall and couldn't move.

"Break the precept? What precept did I ask you to break?"

Feng Qing'an gnawed on the purple golden bamboo shoots, looking like a villain who bullies men and women.

"Eating a mouthful of bamboo shoots counts as killing?"

"Not in season!"

In the eyes of the young monk who looked young, there were tears in the bright and clear eyes, and his face was full of grievances and unwillingness.

"Hey, you little monk, you still observe the eight precepts, but you don't need the five precepts. You will really torment yourself."

When Feng Qing'an heard this, he laughed loudly.

The five precepts are the most basic precepts, which are no killing, no stealing, no sexual misconduct, no lying, and no drinking of alcohol.The eight precepts are based on the above again, do not decorate with fragrant flowers, do not use sesame oil to paint the body, do not watch singing and dancing, do not sit on high and wide beds, and do not eat out of season.

It seems good, but how many monks can abide by even the most basic five precepts?Among other things, it is one of the Five Precepts not to tell lies—tsk, excluding his elder brother, how many thieves are there who don’t tell lies?
"What do you tube?"

"Okay, it's none of my business!"

As he spoke, Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and tossed the purple golden bamboo shoots that the little monk gnawed into his arms, and with a casual hook, he used his own physical characteristics, picked up a few fresh and delicious purple golden bamboo shoots from the bamboo forest, and turned around about to leave.

"Let's go, see you later."

"You've already eaten it all, and you still pulled out so many purple golden bamboo shoots!"

Seeing that Feng Qing'an was not worth eating, and had to pack and take away a few, the little monk's eyes turned red again, as if he had forgotten the slightest thing about him not being able to catch Feng Qing'an just now, and rushed forward again.

"It's eaten raw. The bamboo shoots can be stewed, fried or boiled. You have to try each method before you have eaten it."

Feng Qing'an is upright and confident.

"It takes ten years to..."

Seeing Feng Qing'an's arrogant and unreasonable attitude, the little monk was so angry that tears fell
"You've already said that you'll be able to stand out in ten years. What's the matter with such a big purple bamboo forest? Didn't you see that none of your masters came? You, a little novice, came to stop me , what use do you say?"

Feng Qing'an did evil deeds, but seeing the little monk shed tears like this, after all, his heart softened, he stretched out his hand and threw it away,
"Okay, don't cry, I'll give you a few white jade lotus seeds, this taste is also good, refreshing and delicious, a delicacy that is hard to find in the world."

A few lotus seeds carved like white jade fell into the arms of the young monk. Outside the purple bamboo forest, a young novice stared at him with rounded eyes, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. rushed up.

"Thief, that's the Yujinglian I'm guarding!"

"you……"

Seeing the lotus seeds of Yujing in his arms and the little novice monk holding a magic pestle in his hand, he noticed the group of crazy demons outside the purple bamboo forest, who looked almost the same as him.

"The devil!"

Feng Qing'an no longer paid any attention to the little novice, turned around and walked to another hill next door, he had already discovered that in this Tianlong Temple, there is a lot of inspiration, everywhere is beautiful, orchids and jade trees, bowing his head.

Although there are many spiritual beasts such as luan birds and white deer, in the monk's temple, it is naturally impossible to kill them at will, roast them and eat them, so they can only walk around and eat some vegetarian ones.

The only thing that made him feel a bit bad was that every time he ate a place, there would be a young monk full of resentment behind him, and it was not that there were no old monks, but the old monks were thin-skinned and would not follow him to pieces Read, after all, you can't do anything to him.

"Not bad, there is actually Xinglin."

Feng Qing'an, who walked out of the purple-glowing bamboo forest, saw the fruit forest next to him at a glance. With a flash of his eyes, he went straight to the fruit forest, ignoring the little novice who was guarding the entrance of the fruit forest.

"stop!"

The little monk in front of the Xinglin opened his arms and blocked Feng Qing'an, but Feng Qing'an just looked down, then chuckled, ignored him, and walked into the fruit forest.

Although someone obstructed him, the obstruction of such young novice monks can basically be ignored, mainly depends on the attitude of the Dharma Guardian God and the old monk who guards the place.

As long as they don't stop him, Feng Qing'an can go unhindered, although he eats all the way, in the eyes of the little novice who guards Lingzhi everywhere, he is naturally a heinous and heinous robber.

But if you really want to delve into his identity, what is it? What's the matter?
Longya pine nuts!

Golden bodhi seeds!
Feng Qing'an's body seemed to be a bottomless pit that couldn't be filled. No matter how much spiritual energy he ate, he would not feel full. This made the group of young monks who had been following him gradually become uneasy and even a little terrified.

"How many spirits did this devil eat?"

"I don't know, but it seems like a lot."

A young novice glanced at the surroundings, and counted the fellow disciples gathered together in his heart. There were already more than 20 and close to thirty.

"Will he be strangled to death?"

There are little monks who can't help worrying, everything has a degree, moderate is beneficial, excessive is harmful.Ordinary people will be stuffed to death if they eat too much food, and monks will be stuffed to death if they eat too much spiritual things.

"It's up to him to die, who made him greedy!"

"But he is not dizzy!"

Although the gangster-like young man with a hideous face eats a hundred-year-old spirits, but here they are in the Tianlong Temple, and the richness of inspiration is not much worse than that of Dongtian Paradise.

Even a ten-year-old spirit, if taken to the outside world, would be worse than a hundred-year-old spirit.It's all right to chew one or two servings raw, but this devil eats more than a hundred servings raw, and there are even some spiritual plants with a lifetime of a thousand years, all of which are eaten by him as snacks.

"Really."

"Is he transformed from some divine beast?"

"maybe."

Feng Qing'an heard the whispers behind him, glanced behind him, put the freshly peeled dragon tooth pine nuts into his mouth one by one, the majestic aura exploded in his body, but it hadn't had time to wreak havoc , it was devoured and absorbed by one acupuncture point.

【Great Zhoutian Star Entrance Technique】

All the spiritual energy swallowed by him was swallowed by the star aperture he opened up.

Being overwhelmed by aura?
For him, it does not exist, because one of the shortcuts of the secret art of tempering blood that he practiced is to devour a large number of spiritual objects-to a certain extent, this is a method that discriminates against casual cultivators. Not only need enough talent, but also need a big enough background.

Practice, law, wealth, and land are indispensable if you want to achieve something.

The young monks who were ignored by Feng Qing'an followed him, and the number gradually increased. In the end, there were half a hundred of them. The surprise and fear in the eyes of these young monks had turned into anger again.

The reason why Fengqing Anhuohuo has not exploded and died after so many spiritual plants is not important anymore, what is important is how long will he continue to eat?
The answer is actually very simple, seven days, because Fayuan only gave him seven days, so on the seventh day, Feng Qing'an turned around under the angry eyes of a group of young monks.

"Cough, everyone."

The young man looked down at a group of young monks, and when he attracted the attention of all the young monks, his face was not ashamed and he was extremely calm.
"I want to announce something to you!"

"Devil, what do you want to do?"

Although Feng Qing'an had a face that was very similar to that of Buddha's son, these young monks had witnessed Feng Qing'an's rampant robbery all the way, and the sense of deterrence brought by this face was basically non-existent.

"I have troubled you all to follow me these days. I know that you are extremely dissatisfied with me, so now I plan to give you an explanation!"

"What can you explain to us?"

"That is, can you spit out the pine nuts you ate?"

"Of course you can't eat it, but I guarantee that my explanation will satisfy you."

After all, Feng Qing'an sat cross-legged on the spot, and within a short while, wisps of black air evaporated from his body, above his head, evolving into a ghostly scene, as the ghostly appearance became more and more real, The boy's breath began to fall like a cliff.

The appearance of this scene stunned all the young novice monks. Although this vision appeared to be an evil spirit, what was really shocking was the young man's behavior at this moment.

San Gong!

The little monks who know the hardships of cultivation are very clear about what this means.

incredible!

"Everyone, I don't know if you are satisfied with my explanation?"

In the eyes of the young novice monks who turned from anger to guilt and anxiety, Feng Qing'an, who had a vain breath, stood up staggeringly, and the young man who had lost his cultivation was extremely vulnerable at this moment, as if a gust of wind would blow him down .

"You devoured so many spiritual things to dissipate this evil work?"

Feng Qing'an was taken aback, and immediately said,
"Of course!"

(End of this chapter)