The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 358

"This……"

Many young novice monks who originally hated Feng Qingan because of his actions were greatly shocked at this moment. Whether it is Xuandao Buddhism, heresy, or crooked ways, even if they are demons and heretics, losing their cultivation is no different from losing a life.

Abolishing a person's cultivation is more sinister than killing a person, but they forced a person who has a close relationship with their Buddhist disciples to disperse his cultivation in front of them and give an explanation .

"Are you satisfied with my explanation?"

Feng Qing'an's face was pale and bloodless, but at this moment he squeezed out a smile, and asked those young novice monks who were stunned by his practice of San Gong, looked at each other with blank faces, and didn't know what to do.

Hearing his question, none of these young monks said anything, and they are all panicked now, not knowing what to do, although it is possible that this devil did it on purpose, eating and drinking all the way is just for the sake of doing Sangong at this moment. Get ready so that you won't die instantly because of losing all your cultivation.

Just when these little monks were confused and didn't know how to respond to Feng Qing'an's question, a young monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe appeared in front of Feng Qing'an, whose figure seemed to be crumbling. The flustered and bewildered young monks were taken aback for a moment, but they quickly realized that they all bowed their heads and saluted.

"Buddha!"

"Go back, there is no need to stay here."

"Yes."

When Fayuan Fozi spoke, these young monks immediately took orders and dispersed one after another, not daring to pester Feng Qing'an anymore, and at the moment Feng Qing'an finished his exercises, they had no intention of pestering Feng Qing'an anymore.

After all, everyone has finished their kung fu, so what else do you want?For monks, this is comparable to self-cultivation, or even more serious than self-cultivation.

After all the novice monks had dispersed, Fayuan turned around and looked at Feng Qing'an, but ignored Feng Qing'an's pale face like newly made rice paper, and spoke in a flat tone.

"Is it enough?"

"Brother really has sharp eyes, my little trick can't hide from your eyes."

Feng Qing'an sent out a flattery, the originally pale face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye,

The young man at this moment, with black hair carved from black jade, hangs down to his waist, with slender sword eyebrows, starry eyes, clear and divine, shining brightly, like electricity like fire, his sharp eyes seem to be able to pierce the deepest part of people's heart.

The body lines are smooth and well-proportioned, there are no exaggerated muscles, the lines are full, the temperament is pure and clear, and the skin seems to have a faint glimmer of light, which can be seen at a glance.

With such an appearance, how can there be any misery that seems to fall into the netherworld at any time?

This is actually a small technique to control the use of blood energy, as long as all the blood energy filling the limbs and bones is concentrated in the Xingchen Acupoint.

As a result, he was like a slutty young man whose energy and spirit had been emptied by a vixen, even though he had a good face, but with his appearance, he couldn't see it at all. At first glance, he looked like he was dying soon. .

"Since you're ready, follow me!"

"Where?"

Feng Qingan asked curiously.

"The Buddhist scriptures hall!"

"Is that where I can go?"

Feng Qing'an was stunned when he heard that, his elder brother said he would teach him the Dharma, but he thought that his elder brother was secretly passing on the Dharma he had mastered to him, but now he is taking him to the Buddhist scriptures hall blatantly. May I?
"Just let me go, other things are not what you need to think about."

Regarding Feng Qing'an's doubts, Fayuan did not answer. He stretched out his hand, and the drooping hem of the monk's robe immediately engulfed Feng Qing'an. The unique aroma mixed with ghee and sandalwood floats into the nose.

The bookshelves soaring into the dome can't be seen at a glance, and among the bookshelves, which are too numerous to count at a glance, Buddhist classics of different sizes are displayed on them.

Even though the Buddha's light here is mighty, there are many classics in it, which are full of visions and attract people's attention.The Buddha taught the Dharma, the Bodhisattvas chanted scriptures, the Arhats performed martial arts, and even the gods and beasts such as dragons and jade elephants took shape, and their precious light soared to the sky.

"This is the scripture hall?"

Feng Qing'an looked at the vast Buddhist classics in front of him, and he couldn't help showing shock in his eyes. For the first time, he had a clear understanding of the power that has been passed down through the ages.

"This is the seventh hall of scriptures, the eighth hall and the ninth hall!"

"There are six layers? I want to start with the basic Buddhist scriptures!"

Feng Qing'an is very aware of her flaws. It is one thing to have a high talent, but it is another question to use the method to perfectly transform her talent.

"No, you don't need it. You start here. After reading this, go to the eighth hall. After reading it, go to the ninth hall. After reading all the Buddhist scriptures in the third hall, you can leave here and go to heaven and earth." Travel everywhere."

Fayuan flatly rejected Feng Qing'an's request, and Feng Qing'an didn't argue when he heard it, since the elder brother said yes, he would do it, trust him unconditionally, anyway, this time he is also a prostitute for nothing, and it doesn't matter if he sees more or less. .

As long as the eminent monks of this Buddhist temple don't throw him out of the Buddhist scripture hall, he can do whatever he wants.After all, these classics are just placed, and there are visions derived, which is extraordinary.

"Listen to brother."

"You can read it here, as for the rest, I don't think you need anything."

"No, I will live here from today on."

Feng Qing'an's eyes lit up, until he remembered all the content here, he would never leave here, and he would never leave here.

"Ah."

"Brother, what if a monk chases me away?"

Feng Qing'an asked rather worryingly, what he was about to do, to a certain extent, was digging people's doors. After all, he didn't make any vows or anything. No one restrains him.

Judging by the appearance of his big brother, it is obvious that he does not intend to restrict him in any way.

"will not."

Fayuan's tone is flat,

"No one will bother you until you have read all the scriptures."

"With your words, big brother, I feel relieved."

All worries disappeared after hearing what my elder brother said.

"I have nothing else to do, so I'm leaving. You can read Buddhist scriptures here in peace."

"Good."

When the elder brother's figure disappeared in front of his eyes, Feng Qing'an took a look around without being picky, and sat cross-legged on the spot, and casually pulled out a scripture that evolved the vision of the Great Peng from the side, and started to read it.

At the first glance, Feng Qing'an was fascinated. In his eyes, the obscure scriptures directly transformed into majestic and mighty rocs flying with wings, showing him the meaning contained in the scriptures. Sincerely.

"I see!"

In Feng Qing'an's eyes, there is a brilliant and bright Buddha's light shining, and behind him, there is also a Buddha's light, coming from all directions, and gradually turning into a majestic golden-winged roc with wings spread and soaring.

With the appearance of Pengniao, Feng Qing'an's originally normal reading speed began to gradually speed up. In the end, the pages of the scriptures turned in his hands had become half-fan-shaped afterimages. Has been exhausted.

"This is the end?"

Feng Qing'an, who finished reading a scripture at such a fast speed, felt unfinished. There was a kind of surprise and curiosity that opened the door to a new world, but more of it was the desire for the true meaning of Buddhism, because this is also the evolution of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. .

Buddhism can become the mainstream of the human race, and it naturally has its unique features. In terms of its subtlety, it is not much inferior to Taoism, but there are too many pitfalls.

In terms of the difficulty of obtaining it, the Buddhism directly points to the Dao method, which is much simpler than the longevity scriptures of this school, but the problem is precisely this.

There has never been a pie falling from the sky. The reason why Buddhist scriptures are easy is because these scriptures all have big holes. If you are not careful, you will become a thug of Buddhism.

After attaining the Tao, it is difficult to get rid of it even in the whole life. Some of them are amazingly talented, even their souls and true spirits are branded with the brand of Buddhism, and they cannot break free even after several reincarnations.

But today's Feng Qing'an naturally doesn't have such worries, this is all arranged for him by his elder brother, and it is still the scriptures placed in the scripture hall, so those who can come here to read the scriptures.

Either it is a Buddhist disciple who has the potential to achieve fruit status in a Buddhist temple, or an Arhat Venerable Jialan who has already obtained fruit status, and it is naturally unlikely that there will be any means of deceiving people.

Who would be fine if he was full, digging holes in the scriptures for his family, and Feng Qingan's scriptures were not scriptures, what he read was the true meaning of the Dao contained in them.

This means that there are quite a few scriptures, even without his elder brother's arrangement, he can read them at will without any worries, without worrying about being tricked.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and it is cold and I do not know the year.

The young man in white with black hair hanging down came out of the ninth scripture hall, with a faint smile on his mouth, he was extraordinary but easy-going and friendly, and seemed to have a unique temperament that was otherworldly and unearthly.

Feng Qing'an, who read the scriptures stored in the Triple Buddha Hall, can be said to have undergone an earth-shaking change in his temperament. There is a kind of Zen expression in his gestures, eyebrows and eyes.

"Amitabha!"

When Feng Qing'an walked out of the entrance of the main hall, an old monk with brows on his shoulders appeared in front of him, Feng Qing'an turned a blind eye, walked around him, and was about to leave.

Because this is a habit he developed when reading scriptures in the Triple Buddha Hall in the past, because he is not alone in the scripture hall, and eminent monks or Buddhist disciples will come in from time to time to read.

Feng Qing'an was a little surprised at first, worried that these monks would find out his existence and would react violently. After all, he is a secular person who has not converted to Buddhism, let alone shaved. In their scripture hall, No matter how you say it, it is a taboo to read the scriptures as if no one else is there.

However, after several attempts, Feng Qing'an finally made it clear that these monks could not see him at all, he did not exist in the eyes of these monks, he just needed to do his own thing quietly, with this experience After that, Feng Qing'an at this moment made such a move.

"Benefactor, please stop!"

Feng Qing'an, who was about to leave, was stopped by the call, and turned around in surprise, looking at the old monk,
"Can you see me? Oh, I see."

Feng Qing'an was a little surprised at first, but then he realized that he had read all the scriptures in the Triple Treasure Hall. Although most of them were written down like swallowing dates, only a few of them got the true meaning, but this is a kind of foundation With accumulation, it is natural to complete the things arranged by his elder brother.

Probably some kind of supernatural power imposed on him by the Fayuan lost its effect. What he couldn't do before would be ignored by other monks and wiped out of existence, but now, his sense of existence has returned.

The old monk in front of him is most likely the old antique who guards the scripture hall, and he is a role that must not be provoked.

"What did the donor understand?"

The white-browed old monk's skin was delicate and rosy, and his face was gradually turning blue like a newborn baby.

Because he looked at Feng Qing'an's face that was very similar to Fozi's, he gradually understood something, but he couldn't believe that his own Buddha's elbow could turn out to such an extent.

Leading outsiders into the Buddhist scripture hall, who would do such a thing?Don't say you haven't seen it, just haven't heard it

"It's nothing, I don't know what the master has learned?"

Feng Qing'an didn't take it seriously, and asked the white-browed old monk with a smile.

Although he has read all the scriptures in the Triple Buddha Hall, he has only understood a small part of them, but even so, he has also obtained great benefits.

The biggest advantage is naturally that his soul power has skyrocketed. Without his knowing it, he actually condensed the No.12 soul contract, and the No.13 soul contract is about to take shape.

For him, the practice of being a beast master is naturally the most important thing. It is inseparable from his stepping into the path of a beast master that he can achieve his current achievements.

Aside from the sudden surge in soul power, what surprised Feng Qing'an the most was that his comprehension of the Buddhist scriptures actually made his practice of "Great Week and Stars Entering Aperture Technique" stride forward.

So far, Feng Qing'an has opened up to thirteen acupoints on the Xingchen Aperture, his blood is vigorous, and his self-confidence is not inferior to any martial artist in the realm of divine alchemy, even surpassing it.

It was also because of this that Feng Qing'an discovered the most frightening aspect of the "Great Zhoutian Star Entrance Technique". It has an exaggerated and unimaginable compatibility with the exercises that also exercise the body and temper the blood.

Take its essence and discard its dross.

Among the Buddhist scriptures, the cultivation method of tempering the blood is naturally indispensable, and the space occupied by it far exceeds that of the Taoist school. Whether it is an arhat or a Buddha, they must cultivate their own golden body, and there are even more than one.

"I don't dare to teach you. I don't know when the benefactor entered the Buddhist scripture hall. What did you see in this hall?"

The white-browed old monk asked with a warm smile.

"This, I don't know."

There was an innocent look on the young man's face. He really forgot the time these few days. It's a bit bad to describe him as a waste of sleep and food. It can be said that he does not distinguish between day and night.

(End of this chapter)