The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 358 Three Tibetan Scripture Hall

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Many novice novices who had been extremely hostile to Feng Qing'an because of his actions were greatly shocked at this moment. Whether it was mystical Buddhism, heresy, or heresy, even if they were evil heretics, losing their cultivation was no different than losing a life.

Destroying a person's cultivation is more sinister than killing a person, but they forced a person who had a close relationship with their disciples to give up their 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 the many novice monks who were stunned by his behavior of dispersing his skills. They looked at each other in confusion and didn't know what to do.

Hearing his question, none of these young monks said a word. They were all panicked now and didn't know what to do. Although it was possible that this devil did it deliberately. He ate and drank all the way just to spread his energy at this moment. Be prepared so that you will not die suddenly because all your cultivation is dispersed.

Just when these young monks were confused and didn't know how to respond to Feng Qing'an's question, a young monk wearing moon-white monk robes appeared in front of Feng Qing'an, who seemed to be on the verge of collapse. When his figure appeared, all expressions on his face were... The little novice monks who were in a hurry and at a loss were all stunned for a moment, but they quickly came to their senses and all bowed their heads and saluted.

"Buddha!"

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

"yes."

When Fayuan Buddha spoke, these young monks immediately accepted the order and dispersed one after another, not daring to pester Feng Qing'an anymore. Moreover, the moment Feng Qing'an finished his exercises, they no longer had any intention of pestering him.

After all, everyone has finished their work, what else do they want? For a monk, this is comparable to, or even worse than, suicide.

After all the novice monks had dispersed, Fayuan turned around and looked at Feng Qing'an, but turned a blind eye to Feng Qing'an's face, which was as pale as new rice paper, and gave instructions in a calm tone.

"Have you pretended enough?"

"Brother, you really have a keen eye. My little tricks can't be hidden from your eyes."

Feng Qingan sent out a flattery, and his originally pale face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, the young man had black hair that was carved from ink jade and hung down to his waist. He had slender eyebrows and starry eyes, which were clear and divine. The light shone like lightning and fire. His eyes were sharp and seemed to be able to pierce the deepest part of people's hearts.

The body lines are smooth and well-proportioned, with no exaggerated body shape. The lines are full, the temperament is pure and clear, and the skin seems to have a faint glimmer of light. You can tell at a glance that you have practiced extraordinary skills.

With such an appearance, how could he still look like he was about to fall into the netherworld at any moment?

This is actually a small skill in controlling the use of blood energy, as long as all the blood energy filling the limbs and bones is concentrated into the star acupoints.

As a result, he looked like a swinger who had all his energy and spirit drained away by his charming wife. Even though he was good-looking, he couldn't be seen with his appearance. At first glance, he looked like he was about to die soon. .

"Now that you are ready, come with me!"

"Where to go?"

Feng Qingan asked curiously.

"Sutra Collection Hall!"

"Is that a place I can go?"

Feng Qingan was stunned when he heard that his eldest brother had said that he would teach him the Dharma, but he originally thought that his eldest brother was secretly passing on the Dharma he had mastered to him, but now he was blatantly taking him to the Sutra Collection Hall. This was really May I?

"Just let me go. Other things are not issues you need to think about."

Fayuan did not answer Feng Qing'an's doubts. With a wave of his hand, the hanging hem of the monk's robe immediately pulled Feng Qing'an inside. Feng Qing'an felt that the world was spinning. When he came back to his senses, he saw only a faint The unique aroma of ghee and sandalwood wafts into your nose.

The bookshelves that tower into the dome are endless as far as the eye can see, and in these bookshelves, which are too numerous to be counted at a glance, Buddhist classics of various sizes are displayed on them.

Even though the Buddha's light here is vast, there are many classics in it that are full of visions and attract people's attention. Buddha lectures, Bodhisattvas chant sutras, Arhats perform martial arts, and even celestial dragons, jade elephants and other magical beasts take shape, and the precious light reaches the sky.

"Is this the Sutra Collection Hall?"

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

"This is the seventh-level Sutra Collection Hall, and there are also the eighth-level and ninth-level halls!"

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

Feng Qing'an is very aware of his own shortcomings. High talent is one thing, but how to perfectly transform his talent is another problem.

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

Fa Yuan flatly rejected Feng Qing'an's request. Feng Qing'an didn't argue when he heard it. Since his elder brother said it was okay, then it was okay and he trusted him unconditionally. Anyway, he was having sex for nothing this time. He would take advantage of him if he saw more or less. It didn't matter. .

As long as the eminent monk of this Buddhist temple doesn't throw him out of the Sutra Collection Hall, anything will be fine. After all, these classics are just placed there, and they produce visions, which are truly extraordinary.

"Listen to big brother."

"Just look here. As for the rest, I don't think you need anything else."

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

Feng Qing'an's eyes shone. Before he could remember everything here, he would never leave here, not even an inch.

"Um."

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

Feng Qing'an asked rather unfoundedly. What he was going to do, to a certain extent, was to dig people out. After all, he didn't make an oath or anything. He just wanted to pass on the Buddhist scriptures he had learned on a whim. No one restrained him.

Judging from the appearance of his eldest brother, it was obvious that he had no intention of restraining him in any way.

"Won't."

Fayuan's tone was calm,

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

"With your words, big brother, I can rest assured."

All worries disappeared after hearing his elder brother's words.

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll leave. You can read Buddhist scriptures here with peace of mind."

"Okay."

When the elder brother's figure disappeared from sight, Feng Qing'an looked around and was not picky. He sat cross-legged and casually took out a scripture about the evolution of the Dapeng vision from the side and started to read it.

Feng Qingan was fascinated at the first sight. In his eyes, the obscure scriptures directly transformed into majestic and powerful flying rocs, showing him the meaning contained in the scriptures. True meaning.

"I see!"

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

As the Pengniao appeared, Feng Qingan's originally normal reading speed began to gradually speed up. In the end, the pages of the scriptures he was turning had turned into half-fan-shaped afterimages. In a short time, the palm-thick scriptures were Already turned over.

"Is this the end?"

Feng Qing'an, who finished reading a sutra at the speed of a storm, felt that the meaning was still unfinished. There was a sense of surprise and curiosity that opened the door to a new world, but more importantly, he was thirsty for the true meaning of Buddhism, because this is also the evolution of the great road of heaven and earth. .

Buddhism can become the mainstream of the human race, so it naturally has its own unique features. In terms of its subtleties, it is actually not inferior to Taoism, but it has too many pitfalls.

In terms of difficulty of obtaining, the Buddhist techniques that directly point to the great path are much simpler than the longevity scriptures of this sect, but the problem lies precisely in this.

There is no pie falling from the sky. The reason why Buddhist scriptures are easy is that these scriptures all have big pitfalls. If you are not careful, you will become a Buddhist thug.

After attaining the Taoism, it is difficult to escape from it throughout life. Among them, even the souls and souls of those who are astonishingly talented and beautiful are branded with Buddhism. Even after several reincarnations, they cannot escape.

But Feng Qing'an today naturally has no such worries. His elder brother arranged this for him, and the scriptures are placed in the Sutra Collection Hall. He can come here to read the scriptures.

Either they are Buddhist disciples in Buddhist temples who have the potential to achieve fruition status, or they are Arhat Venerable Jialan and others who have already achieved fruition status. Naturally, it is unlikely that they will leave any means to harm people.

Who would dig holes in the scriptures that he read to his family when he was full? What Feng Qingan was reading was not the scriptures, he was looking at the true meaning of the great truth contained in them.

This means that for a considerable part of the scriptures, even without the arrangement of his elder brother, he can read them at will without worrying about being cheated.

There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and it is so cold that I don’t know the year.

The young man in white clothes with flowing black hair walked out of the Ninth Level Sutra Collection Hall, with a faint smile on his lips. He was powerful yet easy-going and friendly, and seemed to have a unique temperament that was transcendent and refined.

After reading through the scriptures stored in the Sanzhong Buddhist Hall, Feng Qing'an's whole temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes. There is a kind of Zen in his movements, facial expressions and eyes.

"Amitabha!"

When Feng Qing'an walked out of the door of the hall, an old monk with eyebrows perpendicular to his shoulders appeared in front of him. Feng Qing'an turned a blind eye, walked around him, and prepared to leave.

Because this is a habit he developed when reading scriptures in the triple Buddhist hall in the past, because he is not the only one in the Buddhist scripture hall. From time to time, eminent monks or Buddhist disciples will come in to read.

At first, Feng Qing'an was a little surprised, worried that these monks would discover his existence and react extremely violently. After all, he was a secular person who had not converted to Buddhism, let alone ordained, in their Sutra Collection Hall. No matter how you say it, reading the scriptures as if no one else is watching is a taboo.

However, after several attempts, Feng Qingan finally determined that these monks could not see him at all. He did not exist in the eyes of these monks. He only needed to do his own thing quietly. After this experience Later, Feng Qingan made such a move at this moment.

"Donor, please stay!"

Feng Qing'an, who was about to leave, was stopped when he was called. He turned around in surprise and looked at the old monk.

"Can you see me? Oh, I get it."

Feng Qing'an was a little surprised at first, but then he realized that he had read all the scriptures in the three-level treasure palace. Although most of them were written down as if they were swallowed up, only a few parts had the true meaning, but this was a kind of foundation. With accumulation, he naturally completed the things arranged by his elder brother.

Probably some kind of magical power exerted on him by the source of magic has lost its effect. Previously, whatever he couldn't do would be ignored by other monks and his existence was wiped out. But now, his sense of existence has returned.

The old monk in front of him is most likely the old antique guarding the Sutra Collection Hall. He is a character that must not be messed with.

"What did the donor understand?"

The skin of the old monk with white eyebrows has a tenderness that does not match the vicissitudes of his current age. It is white and rosy, and his face is gradually turning blue like a newborn baby.

Because he looked at the very similar faces of Feng Qingan and Fozi, and gradually understood something, but he couldn't believe that his Fozi's elbows could be turned out to such an extent.

Which Buddhist would do such a thing by bringing outsiders into the Sutra Collection Hall? Don’t say you haven’t seen it, you just haven’t heard of it.

"It's nothing. I wonder if Master has any advice?"

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

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

The biggest benefit is naturally that his soul power has skyrocketed. Without him realizing it, he actually condensed the twelfth soul contract, and the thirteenth soul contract is about to take shape.

The training of a beast master is naturally a top priority for him. His current achievements are inseparable from his journey as a beast master.

In addition to the sudden increase in soul power, what surprised and surprised Feng Qing'an the most was that UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net's study of Buddhist scriptures actually allowed him to make great strides in practicing the "Great Zhou Tian Stars Entering the Aperture Technique" .

So far, Feng Qing'an has opened the acupuncture points of the Star Aperture to thirteen. His blood energy is strong and his self-confidence is not inferior to that of any divine elixir realm warrior, or even worse.

It was precisely from this that Feng Qingan discovered the most terrifying thing about the "Great Zhoutian Stars Entering the Aperture Technique". It has incredible compatibility with techniques that also exercise the body and temper the blood.

Take the essence and discard the dross.

Buddhist scriptures naturally include the method of cultivating one's blood, which occupies far more space than Taoism. Both Arhats and Buddhas must cultivate their own golden bodies, or even more than one.

"I don't take the advice seriously. I wonder when the donor entered the Sutra Collection Hall. What did he 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 had indeed lost track of time in the past few days. To describe him as forgetting about food and sleep was a bit bad. It could be said that he did not distinguish between day and night.