The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 215 The mighty Tianlong

"Boy, what's wrong? The way you look at us seems to displease us?"

The old beggar's voice sounded beside him. Feng Qing'an raised his eyes and saw the extremely slovenly Taoist Master gnawing at the tendons and cartilage on the chicken bones, not even wanting to let go of any edible parts.

"It's not that I don't like it, I'm just wondering why you are so indifferent to things about demons!"

Feng Qing'an has already mastered the art of transmitting sounds into secrets. If you practice martial arts to a high level, you can master this practical little skill, which is no different from magical powers.

"indifferent?"

The old beggar raised his head and glanced at Feng Qing'an, then lowered his head and gnawed the tendons carefully.

"It's not that we are ruthless, it's just that we have seen them all before, but they are not the same as yours!"

"Seen?"

After hearing this answer, Feng Qingan realized something, but he was not satisfied.

The dispute between Tianlong Monk and Ducheng Huang can be summed up in one simple sentence: the public is right when he says it, and the mother-in-law is right when she says it.

However, the arguments are all based on the interests of the human race, but the methods adopted are different. There is no doubt that the method of Tianlong Monk is more extreme.

But once you listen to the experience of Tianlong Monk, it is not surprising why this monk has such thoughts and ideas. In Xilan Continent, there is a terrifying monster that can swallow hundreds of thousands of people in one go.

There are countless countries and Buddhist temples that have been destroyed by demons. After experiencing all this, and even being almost cooked and killed by demons, it is abnormal to not have the idea of ​​​​killing all demons.

The City God's response was also very simple. This is not the Xilan Continent where demons are everywhere and can do evil. Humanity is prosperous here and the divine way is prosperous. No matter how ferocious the demons are, they can only put away their claws.

Because he could hear these things about monsters that he had never seen or heard before, Feng Qingan listened very carefully and did not miss a word.

But as he listened, Feng Qingan discovered that among the great monks who had rushed in before him to join in the fun, some were wandering in the world, some were changing grass to feed cattle, some were writing poems, and there were also those monks. , all of them were bowing their heads and chanting sutras.

No matter what their posture is, there is one thing in common, that is, they don't seem to be interested in those cruel monsters. Dealing with monsters and aliens in this way is not what they care about.

"You are so young that you have not even lived a fraction of the time that this old guy like me has lived. Along the way, you have met man-eating monsters. I am afraid you can count them on your fingers, right? This is the king of this human dynasty. When you are at your peak, what big monsters can you see?"

"..."

Feng Qing'an was speechless. It was indeed true. Even the most ruthless Lord of the Wave River only deliberately reduced the rainfall, but the disaster he caused was a man-made disaster caused by the expansion of corrupt officials.

"So this little bald donkey fooled you by talking about demonic things. You just haven't seen much of it. I, an old guy, have lived to this age. What haven't I seen?"

"Senior, you may have seen too much, so you don't care, but I don't think they are all the same as you!"

"It's right to be different. If everyone is the same, then what's the point? Some people are born in the clouds and have never touched the dirt on the ground. How can they know the suffering of the world? No matter how cruel the monster is, it is just like a dream and a bubble. It is just a story! "

The old beggar's incoherent voice rang in Feng Qing'an's ears,

"Not everyone can have the same heart as a young man to help the world and save the people!"

"Then what did they come in for?"

"Of course, just to watch the excitement and have fun!"

When Feng Qingan asked about this matter, even the old beggar's voice became more interested.

"I, an old guy, came in first because I didn't want to miss the excitement, but who would have thought that this little bald donkey would follow the old city god and talk all the time, and even after talking for a long time, he wouldn't do anything!"

"To be honest, I have similar thoughts to seniors!"

Feng Qing'an felt a little embarrassed. Yinghai blew up Judge Wu in the sky above Fengtian City, and broke into the underworld to discuss the law with the Capital God. Why not start a fight?

For the sake of Yinsi’s face, it’s unreasonable for the City God not to suppress the young monk. Because of this understanding, Feng Qingan arranged for the people and hurried over.

After coming in, he didn't expect that the Ducheng Lord was really debating with the monk. It was not what he imagined. Although he was a little disappointed, he also gained a lot from watching.

He knew that beyond the continent under his feet, in another vast land, the harsh living environment of the human race was not the same as that of the Great Jin Dynasty. It was peaceful and prosperous. It was a luck to be able to survive in some places.

"It's human nature, don't be embarrassed. One of us here is just waiting for the little bald donkey to start a fight with the old city god. Otherwise, why would we come in here? Listen to what they say that makes our ears tingle?"

The old beggar laughed and said that the roast chicken in his hand had turned into a complete skeleton without even a trace of oil on it. He licked it clean, and he threw the chicken bones on the sapphire table. He reached out and pulled out another roasted chicken with a crispy skin.

"Boy, do you want to try it? This is the three-yellow chicken specially raised by the old Taoist. The skin is crispy and the meat is tender. It is the best in the world!"

"For such a big bird, are you sure the skin is crispy and the meat is tender?"

Feng Qingan's expression was subtle. In his eyes, what the old beggar was holding was not some roast chicken.

In fact, unkempt hair and ragged clothes were just the image of this old beggar in the eyes of ordinary people, or in the eyes of ordinary monks. In his eyes, this old beggar looked completely different.

With a purple robe engraved with complicated Taoist patterns, a jade hairpin engraved with flying dragons, and a golden crown engraved with stars, this old guy's true appearance is far more coquettish than his sloppy appearance on the outside.

But very few people can see through it, and the roast chicken in his hand is not roast chicken at all. The aura contained in it has been turned into substance, but it is all contained under the small crispy skin, without spilling out. Just reveal it.

"The skin is naturally crispy and the meat is tender. You can't believe the old beggar's craftsmanship, nor can you believe the old beggar's magical powers?"

The old beggar glanced at Feng Qing'an in surprise, then said with a smile. Before he went down the mountain, he picked up more than a dozen of the cranes raised by the master and took them away. Now most of them were in his belly.

"Here, let me try it for you!"

While speaking, the old beggar generously tore off a piece of chicken leg and handed it to Feng Qing'an who was sitting next to him. The young man in white was not polite and looked at the piece with slightly surprised or puzzled looks. Only the chicken thigh dripping with oil was caught in his hand.

"Extremely experienced!"

Several monks who had lowered their heads to chant sutras all raised their heads at this moment and looked at the young man in white who was also sharing the roast chicken with the old beggar. Their emotions were hard to express for a moment.

If they were ordinary people, no matter how wild they were, it would not touch their Zen hearts, and their hundreds of years of practice were not in vain, but the young man's face was too intimidating to them. When they thought of this young man and They felt a headache when it came to the relationship between the person they were searching for.

"Senior, look, do you want to give another half to me?"

Feng Qing'an's eyes lit up after he took a bite of the meat. Not to mention the rich aura that hit his forehead, the texture of the meat alone was already hard to find in the world. Even though the chicken thigh in Feng Qing'an's hand was not what it seemed, it still couldn't stand that his current physique was already inhuman.

"You haven't eaten enough?"

"They have been with me through life and death. I can't eat here. They can just watch from the side!"

Feng Qingan pointed to Heishan, Senmiao and Bai Yao on the side.

"What a good boy, you are so loyal, I like it, I'll give you all this chicken!"

"Thank you, Taoist Master. When we go out, I will also treat Taoist Master to a delicious meal that is hard to find in the world!"

Feng Qing'an shared the roasted chicken in his hand with the left and right, and the little dragon's head quietly poked out from his collar, watching them eat with such gusto. Not to be outdone, he stretched out his little paw, took out a small scale as red as jade, and started to nibble on it.

"Okay, then I'll be waiting!"

The old beggar glanced at the little dragon eating the red dragon scales in Feng Qing'an's arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then smiled, showing a bit of pride and expectation in his heart.

Master, the crane you raised deserved to die!

"How long are we going to talk about this? Why don't we start fighting?!"

Not long after, the old man's mutterings and complaints reached Feng Qing'an's ears. This old guy and Feng Qing'an were considered acquaintances, and he didn't shy away from it.

"Senior, do you really want to fight?"

Feng Qing'an tasted the spirit beast's flesh and blood, with a look of satisfaction on his face, and looked at the old beggar who looked like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"What are you saying? It's not that I want them to fight, but they are all like this. It will be difficult to end without a fight. This little monk is not willing to bow his head and submit. He still wants to accuse the old city god for doing something wrong. If the old city god... If you lower your head, where are you putting your face? Since I can't convince anyone, I can only fight. Whoever has the bigger fist will be right!"

The old beggar said disapprovingly.

"According to what senior means, there's no need to rush, we'll just wait!"

"It's okay to wait, there are more and more guys coming, and the more people join in the fun, the more the old city god has to take action, otherwise how can he show the majesty of the underworld?"

After muttering twice, the old beggar suddenly realized,

"No, this old city god is deliberately delaying time. He has to wait until everyone has arrived before he is ready to beat up the little bald donkey to regain the lost face!"

"should be!"

Feng Qing'an glanced at the door of the main hall. At this moment, two Taoists came hand in hand. However, even though more and more real monks came to join in the fun, the table in front of the main hall of the Yins was still empty and no one sat down. , these guys would rather stand near the door than sit in the front, or even share a table with several people.

"Zen Master, it's useless to say more about this. Let the carp spirit you took away be released!"

The rich voice of the City God rang out, and at this moment, all the Taoists and monks who were bored and wandering around in the world became energetic.

"Amitabha, there is a difference between humans and monsters. It seems that the Lord City God didn't listen to a word of what the poor monk said!"

Tianlong Monk Yinghai looked disappointed.

"Didn't the Zen Master never hear a word of what I said?"

On the altar, in the blue-purple divine light, the outline of a human figure was faintly revealed, and a heavy divine power spread with it, and the atmosphere in the underworld became much heavier.

"Release the spirit fish! Ruining people's marriages, causing couples to separate, leaving children without a mother, will there be karma on you!"

"With such karma, I am willing to bear it with all my strength!"

Turning a blind eye to the divine power spreading in the temple, Yinghai responded calmly. However, on his skin, which was originally the same as that of ordinary people, a bit of golden light loomed, spreading from the center of his eyebrows and gradually covering his whole body.

"It seems that the Zen Master is determined to have his own way!"

"The poor monk is about to ask Master Cheng Huang for advice!"

"As the Zen Master said!"

The moment Du Chenghuang's words fell, the place where Tianlong Monk Yinghai stood was instantly swallowed up by a darkness. It was as if the place where he stood was erased out of thin air, and everything related to him ceased to exist.

"Good boy, it's so big when you come up. Boy, hide quickly, don't let this thing touch you!"

Seeing the sudden appearance of the black prison with extremely smooth edges, the old beggar who had dared to get close to watch the excitement because the old god was there suddenly jumped up as if his butt was caught by fire and grabbed Feng Qing. An's wrist seemed to be running away towards the door of the main hall.

In fact, there was no need for the old beggar to remind him. The moment the Black Prison swallowed up the Heavenly Dragon Monk, all the Taoist monks present in the main hall began to flee out. The ultimate sense of crisis touched each of their spiritual senses.

In the underworld realm created by ghosts and gods, fighting with ghosts and gods is undoubtedly the most stupid behavior. Fighting with ghosts and gods should be fought outside the place where incense is enshrined.

The state of ghosts and gods at this time is the weakest, and in the legal realm, ghosts and gods can maintain their peak state until the incense is exhausted. But now that Fengtian Humanity is so prosperous, God knows how deep the accumulation of this thousand-year-old city god is, which monk can compete with him? Consumption?

"what is that?"

Feng Qing'an, who followed the old beggar to escape from the City God's Main Hall, couldn't help but turn his head and look behind him. Just seeing the darkness stimulated every part of his body to tremble, and his subconscious told him that he must not come into contact with the darkness.

"What are you talking about? This old city god has wiped out that legal space! He is really ruthless. If the little bald donkey can't bear it, he won't even be able to find the ashes!"

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"This is a method that can cost you eight hundred and injure the enemy ten thousand. Ordinary little city gods don't dare to use it randomly. If you don't control it well, you can destroy the underworld. Only this old city god has accumulated thousands of years of experience and can do it casually." , not afraid at all!”

"Amitabha!"

There was an indifferent and ruthless sound, like the chanting of Buddha's name from heaven and earth, and a golden light like a demon-slaying sword pierced the darkness in the center of the hall, followed by ten, and then a hundred.

The black prison that countless monks avoided was filled with Buddhist golden light after just a few breaths. Along with a loud dragon roar that shook the underworld, a majestic and solemn virtuous heavenly dragon appeared from the main hall. In the middle, leap up.

The golden dragon had majestic horns and full scales and armor. On its powerful claws, there were flaming Buddhist beads. It soared into the sky and collapsed the dome of the main hall.

As the cold wind stirred up in the underworld, the heavenly dragons rose with the wind and entrenched themselves high in the sky above the underworld. The bright and clear Buddha's light was everywhere, illuminating the land thousands of miles away in the underworld, causing the ghosts and gods here to look fearful and uneasy. Thinking of What a bad thing!

Because just a few years ago, there was turmoil in the Yin Division, and the color of heaven and earth changed. At that time, even the City God was struck by a sword, and he has not recovered yet. Now something similar happened again!