The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 359 Scourge
do not know?
Of course, the white-browed old monk did not accept such an answer, nor could he tolerate it. He regarded the Buddhist scriptures hall as some kind of place, and entered such an important place, how could he not remember the day? It is possible that he stayed in it for a few years, so he forgot What absurdity it is.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I was addicted to the true meaning of the scriptures and ignored the time, so I didn't remember the time."

Feng Qing'an's tone was sincere, telling the truth, but when the old monk heard his words, his two snow-white eyebrows were trembling with anger.

"What scriptures did you read in the scripture hall?"

"This, it's hard to say!"

Feng Qing'an showed a look of embarrassment on his face.

"What's the problem?"

"There are too many, I can't finish it all at once, I'm afraid it will take a few days and nights to talk."

"How many days and nights?"

The old monk, whose face was as ruddy as a baby's, was as black as a pan, and it couldn't be more ugly, because he had already used his supernatural powers at this moment, and in his judgment, this little boy who seemed to be fooling him in front of him was not lying.

"Yes, there are too many. This is too much time-consuming. I don't think it is necessary to repeat them one by one."

Feng Qing'an truthfully stated his thoughts. The Buddhist scriptures he had read during this period were rich in variety and vast, and the number was so large that even he himself was a little surprised.

Even though these scriptures were basically free of pitfalls, Feng Qing'an was inevitably affected after reading such a large number of scriptures, he spoke calmly, and every move carried a sense of Zen.

Of course, this kind of influence can be easily shaken off, maybe it won't even take a year for Feng Qing'an to break free from this state and restore his original appearance.

"The poor monk thinks it is necessary."

The white-browed old monk's face was so dark that it couldn't be darker. A yellow-mouthed child who was brought to the scripture hall by the Buddha and read through an unknown number of scriptures, he never dreamed that he would encounter such a situation.

"Master, you have a picture."

Feng Qing'an's face was neither sad nor happy, and his tone was neither anxious nor slow. At this moment, the roles of the two seemed to be reversed, as if Feng Qing'an was an eminent monk who had studied the scriptures for many years, and the monk in front of him It's just that they are still trapped in the mortal body of the world with seven emotions and six desires.

"Sponsor, this is still an important place of our temple. Please forgive the poor monk. You need to know how many Buddhist scriptures the donor has read in our temple before you can make a decision."

"Okay then, let me just say a few words."

Looking at the expression on the old monk's face, Feng Qing'an suddenly found it very interesting, and had a new understanding and feeling for his elder brother's supernatural powers, so after a little thought, he casually uttered more than a dozen scriptures.

"The Prajna Sutra of Vajrayoga Yoga, The Sutra of the Same Sex, The Sutra of the Miaofa Lotus Flower, The Sutra of Dafangguang Ten Wheels, The Sutra of Contemplating the Void and Bodhisattva..."

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Hearing the name of the scripture narrated by Feng Qing'an, although the old monk was sure that the young man in front of him was not lying, he still asked a question in disbelief.

"Have you seen all of these?"

"I have read more than these, and these are just a part of the scriptures I have read."

Feng Qing'an corrected.

"I don't know how much the benefactor has recorded?"

"Exactly word for word."

The boy smiled and said.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk bowed his head and recited a Buddha's name to suppress his surging state of mind.

As usual, if he encounters a thief who stole the important scriptures of this temple, he should take action directly to capture him, or directly violate the precepts and shoot him to death.

But looking at the young man's face in front of him, he was very conscious and didn't have any thoughts of making a move.

"Sir, do you know what you are doing?"

"I know, but my elder brother told me to read it casually, without worrying about other things. He said that after I finish reading, I will be eligible to travel around the world, and I can leave here."

"Please allow the poor monk to offend, I am afraid that the benefactor will not be able to leave the temple for the time being."

The white-browed old monk didn't bother to ask, because he knew who the big brother the boy in front of him was talking about, and who else could have such supernatural powers except the Buddha's Dharma source in their temple.

Quietly sent a person who had nothing to do with Buddhism into the scripture storage hall.And without anyone noticing, until the person walks out after reading everything, he can't see it.

He could even guess that it was probably because the Buddha was too lazy to use his supernatural powers.That's why he was able to see that if that Buddhist disciple continued to be serious, he probably didn't even know that someone had gone through all the most important fundamental inheritance of their Buddhist temple.

"Master, do you want to catch him?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk, the benefactor can walk around the temple, and the poor monk discusses with other monks before making a decision. The matter of the benefactor involves the Buddhist disciples of this temple, and the poor monk cannot handle it by himself."

The young man in front of him obviously had a very close relationship with the Buddhist disciples in their family, so the old monk Baimei didn't dare to make arbitrary decisions.

He doesn't want any form of conflict with his own Buddhist disciples, any conflicts, and cause and effect.

It is not easy for him to practice to the present state. Although he has been assigned the duty of guarding the Buddhist scriptures hall, but for such things as duty, most of the time it is enough to fulfill his duties. When it is critical, he has to turn a blind eye and close one eye. .

"Can I walk around in our Buddhist temple?"

Originally, Feng Qing'an's face with no sadness or joy showed a strange color, because the method of tempering blood energy that he now mastered, "Great Zhoutian Stars Entering Aperture Technique", had already happened after he recited many scriptures. The earth-shaking changes are different from the past.

The reason why Hua Qingyu was able to create a blood energy method that directly pointed to the Dao in the realm that had not yet formed an alchemy was because of the art of entering the stars, no matter what kind of method, as long as it is related to body training, can be integrated into it.

At this time, Feng Qing'an mastered the "Great Zhoutian Stars Entering Aperture Technique", because he incorporated many Buddhist methods, the stars in the acupoints he opened up glowed with a faint golden glow, exuding a sense of sacredness and immortality .

With such changes in blood energy and stars, Feng Qing'an naturally wanted to try what kind of changes would happen when he reached a higher level of cultivation.

After all, his blood energy has increased, but only a qualitative change, but in terms of quantity, there is no difference compared with before he recited the scriptures.

After all, spiritual energy doesn't come naturally, only the amount he can swallow naturally. In comparison, there's no such thing as devouring spiritual energy coming so quickly.

No matter how this method changes, the point of being able to devour treasures rich in spirits will not make any difference.

"As long as the benefactor does not leave the temple."

"Then let me take a look at the scenery in your temple, walk around, and eat some fruits by the way, okay?"

"As long as the benefactor does not kill or eat meat."

"Haha, I'm relieved if you have the words of the master, then I will stay here for the time being, and wait for the masters to discuss their opinions, and then I will go shopping around your temple first."

After finishing speaking, the golden light under Feng Qing'an's feet flashed, and disappeared in an instant on the top of the Nine Layers of Buddhist scriptures hall. In the next instant, he appeared hundreds of feet away, and within a few flashes, he had already left from this important place of Buddhism. .

Seeing this scene, the old monk's long snow-white eyebrows trembled.Because there is a bit of supernatural power in this supernatural power, the old monk can tell at a glance that this method must be born out of a profound Buddhist supernatural power secret method in their scripture hall.

This is a method of simplification and extended application of Shenzutong. After all, not all monks can learn the six skills of Buddhism. It requires extremely high comprehension, and even a certain chance.

"Amitabha!"

The white-browed old monk chanted the Buddha's name and disappeared in front of the Buddhist scripture hall.

In the purple bamboo forest, the figure of a young man in white appeared, with a smile on his face, stepping into it with ease, with a light flick of his finger, he skillfully picked out a few fresh bamboo shoots, and gnawed them directly, which can be said to be familiar with the road.

Feng Qing'an is eating here, the fresh fragrance is dispersing, in the purple bamboo forest, with a gust of breeze blowing past, a little novice who was attracted by the vision, suddenly discovered Feng Qing'an, the hateful thief By.

He stared wide-eyed, and stood there for a long time, and then couldn't help but scream out in the next moment.

"It's you again, why aren't you dead yet?"

"Why should I die?"

Feng Qing'an had an inexplicable expression on his face,
"You've already lost your kung fu."

"So what?"

With a satisfied look on Feng Qing'an's face, he reached out and peeled off the tender shell of the fresh bamboo shoots, exposing the fresh and tender meat inside, and ate it up after a few mouthfuls.

Ordinary bamboo shoots naturally cannot be eaten raw like this, but this Zijin bamboo shoot is sweet and delicious, and it is a gem that is hard to find in the world.

"You dug so much!"

Seeing that Feng Qing'an was not satisfied after eating a bunch, and the bamboo shoot shells in front of him were almost piled up into a pile of hills, the little monk became impatient, his eyes were red, and he rushed towards Feng Qing'an with teeth and claws.

This is no different from the last time, Feng Qing'an almost wiped out all the bamboo shoots in the purple bamboo forest this time, if he wants to wait for another batch, he may have to wait ten years before he can wait for the next one. A batch of bamboo shoots that are still gaining momentum in the soil are emerging.

"I can't help it. I just met an old monk who asked me to eat whatever I want, as long as I don't kill any living beings. So, let's go, I'm allowed."

As he said that, Feng Qing'an gnawed it down, and as the spiritual energy exploded in his body, a golden glow suddenly appeared on his body, revealing the hidden meaning of glazed glass.

The completely unexpected tranquility made the little monk widen his eyes in surprise, and pointed at Feng Qing'an.

"you you……"

"What's wrong with me, I can't speak no matter what, and suddenly I have a small stutter, do you want me to cure you, I have studied several volumes of the King of Medicine Sutra!"

Feng Qing'an's eyes showed malicious intent, and he was a little ready to move. So far, he has mastered no less than ten healing and self-healing methods, and he has to try how useful they are. Naturally, he should try them on others, isn't it? Self-mutilation, and then self-healing, he didn't stay like this.

"Are you cultivating the golden body?!"

Although he was only a young novice monk, he came from a Buddhist monastery after all. His eyes were set there. Looking at the golden light flowing on Feng Qing'an's body, and the faintly glazed color of glass, he immediately understood something.

"It's not too bad!"

Feng Qing'an didn't refute it when he heard it. After all, the "Great Zhou Tianxing Star Entrance Technique" he is practicing now does contain part of the meaning of the golden body of Buddhism.

However, he can integrate more than one kind. Of course, this is not important. After all, in Buddhism, there are many kinds of golden bodies, and there are many kinds. Monks with wisdom roots and outstanding talents can create their own golden bodies.

His kind is actually similar to this kind, except that what he kneads into it is more messy, not only the Buddhist golden body method, but also the Taoist immortal body technique, and even the martial arts indestructible body.

"I owe a big karma to Herring!"

Although the true biography of XingXiu Dao did not pass on all the "Great Zhou Tian Star Entrance Technique" to him.

After all, a considerable part of it involves the secret biography of the master behind her, but this is not important. Hua Qingyu did not keep the core true biography, and it was enough to pass it on to him.

"Only those who are content can live forever!"

Feng Qing'an, whose mouth was filled with the fragrance of bamboo shoots, couldn't help sighing, he said this directly, and the little novice who was in front of him who was surprised by his golden body, suddenly threw his fists angrily at him.

"Then why don't you hurry up and put down the Zijin bamboo shoots!"

The little novice who was rushing towards Feng Qing'an was fixed in mid-air, waving his hands and feet, unable to move, that pretty little face was distorted by anger at this moment, ferocious like a ghost, and yelled at Feng Qing'an.

"I've pulled it out, why put it back in? Eat!"

Feng Qing'an said, he stuffed the last bamboo shoot into the little novice's mouth, blocked his mouth, and walked out of the purple bamboo forest without looking back.

"The devil!"

After the little monk bit off the bamboo shoots that were forced into his mouth, he held the rest in his hand, and while falling in the air, he did not forget to shout at Feng Qing'an.

"The devil?"

Hearing this cry, Feng Qing'an stopped in his tracks immediately, turned around, and nine big stars lit up one by one, all shining on his body, golden and bright, transparent like glass, a Zen of all Buddhism The intent is revealed in him,
"Little monk, just look at me, how can I look like a devil?"

"You look like a devil everywhere, devil! Look at the Purple Bamboo Forest, it's almost wiped out by you!"

"Why, aren't these bamboos all there? I didn't gnaw the bamboo raw, but I just ate some bamboo shoots. It's only ten years old. Why should I care? Let's go, I will take you to enjoy the food and try something else. "

It was just because of the unique taste of the purple golden bamboo shoots here that Feng Qing'an kept it in his heart, and Feng Qing, who came rushing over specially, waved and grabbed the little novice, took him, and walked to another pine nut forest.

"No, don't, I don't want to be a devil!"

The little novice struggled hard.

"It's not up to you."

Feng Qing'an couldn't help but say, he took the little monk all the way west, and went straight to an apricot grove. The year is a bit different, so let's supplement it with the quantity, it's all the same.

That is to say, when Feng Qing'an intensified the scourge of the immortal grass planted by Tianlong Temple, many venerables in Tianlong Temple gathered in one place, with sad faces and dark clouds.

(End of this chapter)