The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 359 Disaster

have no idea?

Of course, the white-browed old monk did not accept such an answer, nor could he tolerate it. He regarded the Sutra Collection Hall as a place. How could he not remember the date when he entered such an important place? It was possible that he had stayed there for several years, so he forgot. How ridiculous this is.

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

"I was so absorbed in the true meaning of the scriptures that I ignored time, so I couldn't remember the time."

Feng Qingan's tone was sincere and he told the truth, but when the old monk heard what he said, his snow-white eyebrows trembled with anger.

"What scriptures did you read in the Sutra Collection Hall?"

"This is hard to say!"

Feng Qingan had a look of embarrassment on his face.

"What's the difficulty?"

"There are too many to mention at once. I'm afraid it will take several days and nights."

"How many days and nights?"

“Can I walk around your Buddhist temple?”

"I owe Hua Qingyu a big karma!"

Hearing this call, Feng Qing'an immediately stopped and turned around. Nine big stars lit up one after another, shining brightly on his body, golden and bright, as transparent as glass, with all the Zen of Buddhism. The intention is revealed in him,

"Little monk, look at me. How do I look like a devil?"

Even though these scriptures are basically free of pitfalls, Feng Qingan was inevitably affected after reading such a large number of scriptures. He spoke calmly and had a sense of Zen in every move he made.

This is not just a taste of it compared to the last time. Feng Qingan almost dug 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 for ten years before he can wait for the next batch. A batch of bamboo shoots that are still gathering momentum in the soil emerge.

"Devil!"

"You actually dug so much!"

"As long as the donor doesn't kill animals or eat meat, that's all."

Feng Qing'an, who had the fragrance of bamboo shoots in his mouth, couldn't help but sigh. He said these words directly, and the little novice monk in front of him who was originally surprised by his cultivation of the golden body, suddenly rushed towards him with an angry fist.

The white-browed old monk didn't bother to ask. He already knew who the eldest brother mentioned by the young man in front of him was. Who else could have such magical powers except the Buddhist disciple Dharma Source of their temple.

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

He could even guess that it was probably because the Buddhist disciple was too lazy to use his magical powers. That's why he could see that if that Buddhist disciple continued to be true, he might not even know that someone had read through all the most important fundamental inheritance of their Buddhist temple.

The original expression of Feng Qing'an, who was neither sad nor happy, had a strange look on his face. This was because of the blood-qi tempering method he now mastered, the "Great Zhoutian Stars Entering the Aperture Technique", which had already happened after he recited many scriptures. Earth-shaking changes, different from the past.

"The Prajna Sutra of Vajra Yoga," "The Mahayana Sutra," "The Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma," "The Sutra of the Ten Wheels of Great Direction," "The Sutra of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva..."

He quietly sent a person who had nothing to do with Buddhism into the Sutra Collection Hall. And no one is aware of it, until the person comes out after reading everything, then he can see it.

After the little novice monk bit off the bamboo shoot meat that was forced into his mouth, he took the rest in his hand, and when it fell in the air, he didn't forget to yell at Feng Qing'an.

"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 things. So, go ahead, I have permission."

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

After finishing speaking, Feng Qing'an's golden light flashed under his feet, and he instantly disappeared from the top of the Nine Layers of Sutra Collection Hall. The next moment, he appeared a hundred feet away, and in a few flashes, he had already left this important place of Buddhism. .

At this time, Feng Qing'an mastered the "Great Zhoutian Stars Entering Aperture Technique", because it incorporated many Buddhist methods. The stars in the apertures he opened bloomed with a faint golden glow, exuding a sense of sacred immortality. .

With that said, Feng Qing'an took a bite, and as the spiritual energy exploded in his body, a golden glow suddenly appeared on his body, with the hidden meaning of glass revealed.

His eyes widened and he froze on the spot for a long time. The next moment, he couldn't help but scream.

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

"You've pulled it out, why are you putting it back? Eat it!"

The white-browed old monk chanted the Buddha's name and disappeared in front of the Sutra Collection Hall.

It was not easy for him to reach the current state of cultivation. Although he was assigned the responsibility of guarding the Sutra Collection Hall, as long as he fulfilled his duties most of the time, he had to turn a blind eye when it was critical. .

"Master, you are obsessed."

"Have you seen all of these?"

Although the true disciple of the Xingxiu Dao did not pass on all the "Great Zhoutian Stars Entering the Aperture Technique" to him.

"No way, aren't all these bamboos there? I didn't eat bamboos, I just ate some bamboo shoots. It lasts for ten years. Why should I care? Let's go, I will take you to enjoy the food and try something else. "

In the purple bamboo forest, the figure of a young man in white appeared, with a smile on his face, and stepped into it easily. He picked up a few fresh bamboo shoots skillfully with his fingers, and gnawed them directly. He was very familiar with the process.

When Feng Qingan heard this, he did not refute it. After all, the "Great Zhoutian Stars Entering the Aperture Technique" he was practicing now did contain part of the meaning of the Buddhist Golden Body.

It was obvious that the young man in front of him had a very close relationship with the Buddhist son of his family, so the old monk with white eyebrows did not dare to make any arbitrary decisions.

"Then why don't you quickly put down the purple bamboo shoots!"

"I've seen more than this. These are just some of the scriptures I've seen."

The young man said with a smile.

The old monk's face was as rosy as a baby's, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He couldn't be more ugly, because he had already activated his magical power at this moment. In his judgment, the child who seemed to be fooling him in front of him was not lying.

Feng Qing'an feasted here, and the fresh fragrance spread out. In the purple bamboo forest, as a gentle breeze blew by, a young novice who was attracted by the vision suddenly discovered the abominable thief Feng Qing'an. By.

After all, spiritual energy does not occur naturally. It is only as much as the amount he can swallow naturally. In comparison, there is no spiritual thing that can be swallowed up quickly.

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

Ordinary bamboo shoots cannot be eaten raw like this, but this purple-gold bamboo shoot is sweet and delicious, and is a rare product in the world.

There was a malicious look in Feng Qing'an's eyes, and he was a bit ready to act. So far, he has mastered no less than ten methods of healing and self-healing. He still has to try it to see how useful it is. Naturally, he will try it on others, not He hurt himself and then treated himself, but he wasn't so stupid.

"Are you cultivating your golden body?!"

"Exactly."

"you you……"

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

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"I wonder how many of them the donor has written down?"

"Devil?"

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

"The poor monk feels it is necessary."

"So what?"

He did not want to have any form of conflict, any contradiction, or cause and effect with his Buddhist disciples.

"Amitabha, the poor monk, the donor can walk around this temple. The poor monk will discuss it with other monks before making a decision. The donor's matter involves the Buddhist disciples of this temple, and the poor monk cannot handle it on his own."

"I know, but my eldest brother asked me to read as much as I want without worrying about anything else. He said that after I finish reading, I will be qualified to travel around the world and can leave here."

The face of the white-browed old monk could not be darker. A child with a yellow mouth who was brought to the Sutra Collection Hall by the Buddha and read countless scriptures never thought in his wildest dreams that he would encounter such a situation.

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

Although he was just a novice monk, he came from a big Buddhist temple, and his vision was there. Looking at the golden light flowing on Feng Qingan's body and the faint color of glazed, he suddenly understood something.

The old monk lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name to suppress his boiling state of mind.

As usual, if he encounters a thief who steals important scriptures from the temple, he should directly attack and capture him, or he can directly beat him to death for violating the precepts.

But looking at the face of the young man in front of him, he was very conscious and had no intention of taking action.

"Yes, there are too many. This wastes too much time. I don't think it is necessary to go into details one by one."

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

The reason why Hua Qingyu was able to create a blood and energy method that directly points to the great road in the realm that has not yet formed an elixir is because of the technique of stars entering the body. No matter what kind of method it is, as long as it is related to body refining, can be integrated into it.

Feng Qing'an's face was neither sad nor happy, and his tone was neither fast nor slow. At this moment, the roles of the two of them seemed to have been reversed. It was as if Feng Qing'an was an eminent monk who had studied scriptures for many years and gained enlightenment, while the monk in front of him seemed to have reversed his role. It's just that we are still trapped in the mortal body of the mortal body with its seven emotions and six desires.

"Amitabha!"

Of course, this kind of influence can be easily overcome. It may not even take a year for Feng Qing'an to break free from this state and restore his original appearance.

This is a method of simplifying and extending the application of Shenzu Tong. After all, not all monks can learn the six powers of Buddhism. It requires a very high level of understanding and even a certain amount of opportunity.

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

Feng Qingan said calmly, then stuffed the last bamboo shoot into the little novice's roaring mouth, blocked his mouth, and walked out of the purple bamboo forest without looking back.

Feng Qingan had a puzzled look on his face.

"You've already finished your work."

No matter how this magic formula changes, there is no difference in the fact that it can swallow up treasures rich in spiritual essence.

The blood, energy, and stars have all undergone such changes. Feng Qing'an naturally wants to try what changes will happen when he reaches a higher level of cultivation.

Feng Qingan corrected.

Feng Qing'an looked at the old monk's face and suddenly felt very interesting. He had a new understanding and feeling about his elder brother's magical power. So, after thinking for a while, he casually said more than a dozen scriptures.

Just because of the unique taste of the purple and golden bamboo shoots here, Feng Qing'an remembered it in his heart. Feng Qing, who came over specially, waved his hand and grabbed the little novice monk, and took him to another pine nut forest.

Seeing this scene, the old monk's snow-white eyebrows suddenly trembled. Because this magical power actually had some traces of the magical power of the foot, the old monk could tell at a glance that this method must have been derived from a profound Buddhist magical power and secret method in their Sutra Collection Hall.

With a satisfied look on his face, Feng Qing'an reached out and peeled off the tender outer shell of the fresh bamboo shoots, revealing the tender bamboo shoot meat inside, and ate them all in a few bites.

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, this is still an important place of our temple. I also ask the donor to understand the poor monk. He needs to know how many Buddhist scriptures the donor has read in our temple before he can make a decision."

"What's wrong with me? I can't speak for any reason. I suddenly stuttered. Do you want me to cure it? I have studied several volumes of the King of Medicine Sutra!"

After all, the blood energy has increased, but it is only a qualitative change, but the quantity is no different from before he recited the scriptures.

“Only those who are content can be happy forever!”

"You look like a devil everywhere, devil! Look at the Zizhu Forest, you are almost killing it all!"

"Haha, with the words of the master, I feel relieved. Then I will stay temporarily and wait for the masters to discuss their opinions. I will go to your temple first."

The completely unexpected silence made the little monk open his eyes in surprise and pointed at Feng Qing'an.

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

"Why should I die?"

"Please allow me to offend this poor monk, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net I'm afraid the donor will not be able to leave this temple for the time being."

"Master, do you want to capture him?"

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

"It's pretty much the same!"

The little novice monk who pounced on Feng Qing'an was frozen in mid-air, waving his hands and feet, unable to move. His delicate little face was now twisted with anger, looking as ferocious as an evil ghost, and he shouted at Feng Qing'an.

"Okay, I'll just tell you a few."

The little novice struggled hard.

"It's not up to you."

Feng Qing'an couldn't help but lead the young monk all the way west to an apricot forest. The taste of the apricots was still fresh in his memory. As for the spiritual essence contained in them, Feng Qing'an didn't care. If the year is different, just use the quantity to make up for it, they are all the same.

That is to say, when Feng Qing'an intensified the harm to the spiritual plants planted in Tianlong Temple, many sages in Tianlong Temple gathered together in one place, with sad faces and dark clouds.