The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 361 I want to open Sannomiya Sixth Hospital
"This master, I don't know what to do?"

Looking at the old monk who was dressed in a simple monk's robe and had a pair of white eyebrows, but was more plain and ordinary than the previous old monk with white eyebrows and drooping shoulders, Feng Qing'an's heart tensed up involuntarily.

At this moment, he has broken free from the special state of reciting Buddhist scriptures and cultivating a body of Buddha rhyme. He ate and drank all the way along the way, except for leaving the roots, he did not bring them up, and he ate whatever he saw.

Because this time the one who took the blame was the Buddhist scripture hall, the white-browed old monk who stopped him, so Feng Qing'an should not be polite at all, but he was even more brazen than the time when his elder brother indulged him.

In less than half a day, he opened up two star apertures, and this was all due to the many thousand-year-old spirits he devoured. Perhaps it would be a waste to just swallow them without refining them. But it doesn't matter, he didn't grow these anyway.

With such a rapid surge of blood energy, his five senses and even his sixth sense of inspiration have been greatly strengthened.

At this moment, Feng Qing'an was like a ferocious beast in the wilderness. When he suddenly encountered another even more ferocious giant beast, his body tensed up unconsciously, and he was ready to fight or even run away.

"Amitabha, the donor really loves the root of wisdom and understanding."

Venerable Mercy looked at the culprit who directly caused his disciple to fall into reincarnation and had to be reincarnated, his eyebrows lowered, and then slowly opened. He looked at the young man in front of him seriously, and then his tone inevitably brought I was amazed.

Even the little novice could see that Feng Qing'an was currently cultivating the golden body of Buddhism, and this old venerable who had already cultivated supernatural powers could naturally also see it.

Feng Qing'an has a little background, but he can see that the young man in front of him not only mixed part of the true meaning of their Buddhist golden body, but also mixed the essence of immortality and martial arts self-cultivation and exercise.

Being able to combine the essence of three different systems, tempering the body, and exercising the blood energy, just this is enough to make the old monk who has obtained the status of Venerable Master highly praised.

This comprehension is far more terrifying than his disciples. With such aptitude, it is no wonder that his disciples will lose at the hands of this young man.

"Don't you think that the master praised you so much? I didn't know that the master came here, but he was looking for me?"

"The donor's eyes are like a torch, that's exactly what it is."

Venerable Ci'en looked calm, the turmoil caused by seeing Feng Qing'an just now and seeing Feng Qing'an's special physique has calmed down.

"This is a discussion, how do you plan to deal with me?"

Feng Qing'an brought the dripping jade lotus root to his mouth, but with a crisp sound, Feng Qing'an bit off a large piece, followed by a crisp chewing sound, followed by a refreshing fragrance Diffuse.

"Amitabha, the benefactor has misunderstood, and we have no plans to deal with the benefactor."

"If you don't plan to deal with me, why are you stopping me? I haven't had enough yet!"

Feng Qing'an shook the jade lotus root in his hand, and bit down again, the fragrance was overflowing.

"I don't know if the benefactor intends to enter my Buddhist practice?"

The old monk went straight to the point without procrastinating, and asked straightforwardly, while Feng Qing'an was more decisive, blurting out without thinking,

"I don't want to."

After hearing Feng Qing'an's reply, the old monk fell silent immediately, because he could vaguely see Feng Qing'an's thoughts, what he thought in his heart was the same as what he said in his mouth.

This young man didn't have any idea of ​​becoming a Buddhist monk at all, but this is normal, there are few people in the world who are willing to abide by the clear rules of Buddhism and become a monk, let alone this young man is so extraordinary.

"Since the benefactor doesn't want to enter Buddhism, why bother to study Buddhist scriptures in my Buddhist scripture hall?"

Venerable Ci'en asked aloud, based on what he has seen so far, if this child studies the Dharma intensively, he will surely be able to achieve the right fruit and the right fruit position, at least he can become a bodhisattva, and he can even become another Buddha in the Buddhist sect.

"I don't want to enter Buddhism, but I want to study Buddhism!"

"Does the benefactor know the truth that the Dharma is not taught to the six ears? The benefactor has read the secret Buddhist scriptures handed down by my Buddhist temple, but he does not want to enter my monastery. It really makes us very embarrassed."

Venerable Ci'en tried to continue reasoning with Feng Qing'an, after all, no matter where this matter is put, it is theirs to reason with, and they are already very polite now - what can they do if they ask their own Buddhas to lead people in? ?
"Embarrassed? Well, if that old monk turns a blind eye and just pretends that he didn't see me, I will go out directly, so that everyone will be happy, and you will not have to be embarrassed."

Feng Qing'an sighed softly, he actually couldn't figure out what his elder brother was thinking and what arrangements he made, so that he could maintain the supernatural powers that reduce the sense of presence until after he left the Buddhist temple. , so as not to let him be discovered by the Buddhist temple and have to stay here and eat some vegetarian food.

"..."

Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, even Venerable Ci'en couldn't help being silent, and even began to reflect on whether his disciples were a little too wronged. After all, this young man's disposition is so bad. It is worth thinking about how to get acquainted.

"It's just that we have already discovered the whereabouts of the benefactor. If the benefactor behaves like this, it may be difficult for me to sit idly by. If the benefactor really does not want to enter Buddhism, then we can only look for it and discuss other solutions."

Venerable Mercy spoke slowly.

"You must deal with me, and you can't let me go?"

Feng Qing'an's expression is somewhat playful

"Benefactor, you have read too many scriptures in our temple, and they are all fundamental secrets."

Venerable Ci'en was able to spy on the scriptures floating in Fengqing's mind, and the young man was still studying the scriptures when he was distracted talking to him.

He was able to peek out part of it, which made him amazed, because this young man could really appreciate the true meaning contained in the scriptures. It is indeed a pity that such a person cannot enter the Buddhist gate, but what is even more pity is that the Buddhist monastery also No coercive means can be used.

"Do I need to give an explanation that satisfies you?"

Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and touched his chin. He is now considering whether to practice another exercise. It only takes a few days to look decent, and then perform another wave of Sangong. This kind of explanation is no different from sanctions. Who can do it? Not satisfied?

"Benefactor, do you think the same method will be effective if used a second time?"

After the old monk said these words in a calm tone, Feng Qing'an's eyes widened in surprise, and then he suddenly realized something, his brows furrowed for a moment, and the golden light of clear glass burst out from his whole body.

Originally a good son in troubled times, he turned into a relegated Bodhisattva in the blink of an eye. When the golden light bloomed, he transformed into a [-]-foot-tall body, looking down at the surprised old monk.

"Can you still see my thoughts?"

After reading all the most important scriptures in the last three levels of the Buddhist scripture hall, if Feng Qing'an still can't see how the old monk used to spy on his thoughts, then his reading of the scriptures in the past few years will be in vain.

"..."

Seeing Feng Qing'an manifested like a bodhisattva, Venerable Ci'en was completely silent. He has indeed cultivated his mind, but he is not a Buddha. Being able to see other people's thoughts is enough to defy the sky. How could he be unscrupulous? snoop.

"It seems impossible."

At this moment, Feng Qing'an, who can also be called the solemn treasure, showed a smile on his face.

Regardless of martial arts, whether it is Buddhism or immortality, practicing dharma body is not just a simple pursuit of overwhelming power, immortality after years, such as witchcraft, incantations, and deduction of hexagrams, all of which are within the scope of the target.

"Benefactor, you have already cultivated such a Dharma body. Do you think it is appropriate to leave this temple easily? If we let you go, how should I explain to the patriarchs?"

"Doesn't Buddhism say that all living beings are equal? ​​Since all living beings are equal, why care about Buddhist scriptures?"

"Does the donor want to debate scriptures with the poor monk?"

The old monk with an extremely old face asked calmly.

"..."

Feng Qing'an's face froze immediately.

Although he has studied the scriptures for several years, he is not so overwhelmed by asking him to debate the scriptures with such an old monk. It is a common-known truth, and once he debates with him, it will not make sense.

Black can be called white, and white can be called gray. If you can't even do this, then don't argue with others.

"The benefactor really doesn't want to enter my Buddhist temple?"

"Master, can you know my ambition?"

"The poor monk doesn't know."

"The road is long and lonely. I want to learn from the emperor of the world, open the Sangong and Six Courtyards, and accept 72 concubines."

The whole body of Buddha's light shines, showing the true meaning of glass, like a Bodhisattva descended into the world, Feng Qing'an speaks amazingly, making those who pay attention to this place uncontrollable, shocked, and angry in an instant.

"If I enter Buddhism, I don't know if this temple will allow me to realize my little wish."

"Amitabha, this temple does not have the inheritance of Huanxi Zen, and I am afraid that it will not be able to fulfill the wish of the benefactor."

Venerable Mercy recited the Buddha's name to stabilize the state of mind.

"There is no joy Zen! Then there is no way!"

Feng Qing'an showed a look of regret,
"It is impossible for me to abandon my wife and children to enter Buddhism!"

"Since this is the case, the poor monk has a way to solve this problem. I wonder if the benefactor is willing to accept it?"

Venerable Ci En did not show any anger, but asked calmly.

"How?"

Feng Qingan asked curiously.

"Let this place be without you."

The moment the words fell, Venerable Mercy stretched out his hand to grab it, and when Feng Qing'an showed astonishment, the world spun, his eyes went dark, and he lost his intuition.

"Cien, what do you want to do?"

"Don't make a mistake!"

"Don't be presumptuous!"

Several roars sounded, echoing over Tianlong Temple, shining golden light, or palms with the meaning of glass falling from the air, grabbing the old monk.

Venerable Mercy, who captured Feng Qing'an and all the rare and exotic beasts beside him with one palm, glanced indifferently at the big hand that fell on top of his head, and stepped out, the whole person disappeared in an instant, and even the slightest breath was lost. never stayed.

"Tell the Buddha about this!"

(End of this chapter)