The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 361 I want to open three palaces and six courtyards

"Master, what do you want me to do?"

Looking at the old monk who was dressed in simple monk robes 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 couldn't help but feel tense.

At this moment, he had broken away from the special state of developing a Buddhist charm by reciting Buddhist scriptures. He ate and drank everything along the way, eating whatever he saw except for leaving the roots behind and not taking them up with him.

Because this time it was the white-browed old monk who stopped him from the Sutra Collection Hall, so Feng Qingan should not be polite at all, but even more unscrupulous than the time his elder brother indulged him.

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

Such a rapid surge in blood energy also greatly strengthened his five senses and even his sixth sense.

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

"Amitabha, the donor really has wisdom and understanding."

Venerable Ci'en looked at the culprit in front of him who could be said to have directly caused his disciple to fall into reincarnation and have to be reincarnated. His eyebrows were lowered, and then he slowly opened them again. He looked at the young man in front of him seriously, and then there was a hint of emotion in his tone. A little surprised.

Even the young novice monk could tell that Feng Qing'an was currently cultivating the Buddhist Golden Body, and the old sage who had already cultivated the power of divine vision could naturally tell that too.

Feng Qing'an had some details, but he could 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.

Being able to integrate the essence of three different systems to temper the body and temper the blood into one place, this alone is enough to make the old monk who has achieved the status of Venerable admire him.

This understanding is much more terrifying than that of his disciples. With such qualifications, it is no wonder that his disciples were defeated by this young man. It is not an injustice.

"I can't believe that Master is so complimentary. I wonder if Master is here specifically looking for me?"

"The donor has a keen eye, that's exactly what it is."

Venerable Cien's expression was calm. The turmoil caused by meeting Feng Qing'an and catching a glimpse of Feng Qing'an's special physique has calmed down.

"This has been discussed. How do you plan to deal with me?"

Feng Qing'an brought the still dripping Yujing lotus root to his mouth, but with a crisp sound, Feng Qing'an bit off a large piece, and the crisp chewing sound also sounded, and a refreshing fragrance followed. spread.

"Amitabha, the donor has misunderstood. We have no plans to deal with the donor."

"If you don't plan to deal with me, then why are you trying to stop me? I haven't eaten enough yet!"

Feng Qing'an shook the jade lotus root in his hand and took another bite. The fragrance overflowed.

"I wonder if the donor would like to enter my Buddhist practice?"

The old monk went straight to the point without any delay and asked straightforwardly, while Feng Qingan was more decisive and blurted out without even thinking,

"I don't want to."

After hearing Feng Qing'an's reply, the old monk fell silent immediately, because he could vaguely glimpse Feng Qing'an's thoughts, and what he was thinking was the same as what he said.

This young man has no intention of becoming a Buddhist monk, but this is normal. There are a few people in the secular world who are willing to abide by the strict rules and precepts of Buddhism and become monks, not to mention that this young man is so extraordinary.

"Since the benefactor doesn't want to enter Buddhism, why bother to go to our Sutra Storehouse to study Buddhist scriptures?"

The Venerable Ci En asked aloud. Based on what he has seen so far, if this child studies Buddhism diligently, he will definitely be able to achieve the right fruition and achieve the right fruition status. At least he can become a Bodhisattva, and he can even become another Buddha in Buddhism.

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

"Does the donor know that the Dharma cannot be transmitted to the six ears? The donor has read the secret Buddhist scriptures of my Buddhist temple, but he does not want to enter my monastery. This really puts us in a difficult position."

Venerable Ci'en tried to continue reasoning with Feng Qing'an. After all, no matter where this matter was placed, they were in charge. They were already very polite now - what could they do if it was their own Buddhist disciples who brought people in? ?

"Embarrassed? Well, if that old monk had turned a blind eye and just pretended that he didn't see me, I would have gone out directly. Then everyone would be happy and you wouldn't have to be embarrassed."

Feng Qing'an sighed softly. He actually couldn't figure out what his elder brother was thinking and what arrangement he made. Wouldn't it be nice to maintain the magical power that reduces his presence until he leaves the Buddhist temple? , lest he be discovered by the Buddhist temple and have to stay here and eat vegetarian food.

"..."

Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, even the best-mannered Venerable Ci En could not help but fall silent. He even began to reflect on whether his disciples were a little unjust. After all, this young man's nature was so bad. What did they think in the first place? How we got to know each other is worth thinking about.

"It's just that we have discovered the whereabouts of the benefactor. It would be difficult for us to sit back and watch the benefactor behave like this. If the benefactor really does not want to enter Buddhism, then we can only go find him and discuss other measures."

Venerable Cien said slowly.

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

Feng Qingan's expression is a bit playful

"Donor, 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 Feng Qing'an's mind. The young man was still studying the scriptures while he was distracted talking to him.

He could faintly spy out some parts, which made him marvel, because this young man could really understand the true meaning contained in the scriptures. It was indeed a pity that such a person could not enter Buddhism, but what was even more pity was that the Zen Academy also No coercion can be used.

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

Feng Qing'an reached out and touched his chin. He was now considering whether to practice another Kung Fu. It would only take a few days for him to be able to show off his skills. Then he would perform a wave of San Kung Fu. This kind of explanation is no different from sanctions. Who can Not satisfied?

"Donor, do you think the same method will be effective the second time it is used?"

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. He frowned and for a moment, clear glazed golden light burst out all over his body.

Originally a good young man in troubled times, he turned into a Bodhisattva who was banished to the world in the blink of an eye. When the golden light bloomed, he transformed into a twelve-foot-tall body and looked down at the surprised old monk.

"Can you still see my thoughts?"

After reading all the last three most important scriptures in the Sutra Collection Hall, if Feng Qing'an still couldn't figure out how the old monk used it to spy on his thoughts, then his reading of the scriptures in the past few years would have been in vain.

"..."

Seeing Feng Qing'an manifesting the body of a Bodhisattva, the Venerable Ci En was completely silent. He had indeed cultivated his mind to understand the truth, but he was not a Buddha. Being able to see into other people's thoughts was enough to defy heaven. How could he be so unscrupulous? snoop.

"It seems we can't."

At this moment, Feng Qing'an, who could be said to be a majestic treasure, had a smile on his face.

Not talking about martial arts, whether it is Buddhism or immortality, cultivating the Dharmakaya is not just a simple pursuit of overwhelming power and immortality over the years, such as witchcraft, incantation, and hexagram deduction, these are all within the scope of targeting.

"Donor, you have already cultivated such a dharma body, and you want to leave this temple easily. Do you think it is appropriate? If you let you go, how should we explain to the ancestors?"

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

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

The old monk, who looked extremely old, asked calmly.

"..."

Feng Qingan's face suddenly froze.

Although he had been reading scriptures for several years, he was not so overwhelmed by the idea of ​​debating scriptures with such an old monk. Even if it was a truth that was common knowledge in the world, it would not make sense once he argued with him.

Black can be said to be white, white can be said to be gray, a deer can be said to be a horse, and a mulberry can be said to be a locust tree. If you can't even do this, then don't argue with others.

"Does the donor really not want to enter my Buddhist temple?"

"Master, does he know my ambition?"

"The poor monk doesn't know."

"The road is long and I am lonely. I want to be like an emperor on earth, open three palaces and six courtyards, and have seventy-two concubines."

The Buddha's light shines all over the body, showing the true meaning of the glass, like a Bodhisattva coming into the world. Feng Qing'an's words are astonishing, and in an instant, the many venerables who pay attention to this place are unable to control themselves, shocked, and angry.

"If I enter Buddhism, I wonder if this temple will allow me to realize my little wish."

"Amitabha, this temple does not have a Zen lineage of joy, so I'm afraid it won't be able to fulfill the donor's wishes."

Venerable Ci En recited the name of the Buddha to stabilize his state of mind.

"There is no Happy Zen! Then there is nothing we can do!"

Feng Qingan had a look of regret on his face,

"There is no way I can abandon my wife and children and enter Buddhism!"

"In this case, the poor monk has a method, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net can solve this problem. I wonder if the donor is willing to accept it?"

The Venerable Cien did not show any sign of anger, but instead asked calmly.

"What method?"

Feng Qingan asked curiously.

"Let this place be without you."

The moment the words fell, Venerable Cien reached out and grabbed Feng Qing'an. When Feng Qing'an looked stunned, the world spun, his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness.

"Cien, what do you want to do?"

“Don’t make the mistake of yourself!”

"Don't be so presumptuous!"

Several roars sounded, echoing in the sky above Tianlong Temple, and palms shining with golden light or showing the meaning of glass fell from the air and grabbed the old monk.

Venerable Cien, who had captured Feng Qing'an and all the rare and exotic beasts beside him with one palm, glanced at the big hand falling above his head with an indifferent expression, took one step forward, and his whole person disappeared in an instant, and even his breath was gone. Never stayed.

"Tell this to the Buddha!"