The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 214 It’s boring, I want to watch the river of blood flow

"Skeletons are like ridges, and bones are like forests. Human hair (Ashirei) is like felt pieces, and human skin and flesh are rotten into mud. Human sinews are wrapped around trees, dry and charred and shining like silver. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the smell is unpleasant. Little Demon General The living people took the chopped flesh, and the demons cooked the human flesh freshly..."

When Feng Qing'an followed Wen Yan into the Yin Division City God's Hall in Fengtian, he saw the Tianlong Monk who had just entered the Yin Division standing in the center of the hall, with a clear voice, calmly telling the appalling things about demons.

Feng Qing'an, who had just entered the hall, was startled when he heard such a cruel demon. His expression became solemn. He looked to the left and right and saw the Taoist masters and eminent monks who had come in earlier, sitting at tables on both sides.

However, when Feng Qing'an looked at others, the Taoists and monks who came in first also looked at him. At first glance, they couldn't help but be startled. Even Zen Master Yinghai, who was explaining the cruelty of demons, turned his head to Feng Qingan took a look.

Feng Qing'an clearly saw that the Tianlong Monk, who dared to scold ghosts and gods when he first arrived, and was not afraid of even the City God, twitched slightly when he saw him. He didn't know that he was thinking of some extremely unpleasant past events.

"Master, please take a seat!"

The literary judge turned slightly sideways and reached out to lead him to the seat of the City God, the chief on the right, which was where the highest-status guest at the banquet sat. Feng Qingan looked at the vacant chief, and then at the monks and monks who were basically sitting back. , shook his head and smiled,

"I can sit on the same side as this senior!"

Feng Qingan's eyes turned to an old beggar sitting in the middle table, but he was the first Taoist master to break into the underworld. This old beggar with unkempt hair and ragged clothes was holding a shiny charcoal in his hands. Chicken, feasting there, really looks like an old beggar who has tasted meat and wine for the first time.

"You boy, you look so familiar. Sit in front of me, block me, and don't sit back. I thought I was low-key enough, but these guys all have their heads down, and they can't wait to stand at the door. Hearing the excitement, he just refused to sit forward!"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's voice, the old beggar raised his head and glanced at him, and then gave the Taoist monks who were further behind him a slap in the face.

Because even if he was sitting in the middle seat, he was the one closest to the front, so far away from the altar that he couldn't even see his general appearance. He was just the closest to the City God, who was emitting a blazing blue-purple divine light.

"This must be the first time that senior and I have met. I think I look familiar. I must have met my brother before!"

Feng Qing'an walked towards the seat in front of the old beggar, followed closely by Sen Miao and Heishan Bai Yao, not daring to fall behind. No one dared to show off here.

"Your brother?"

The old beggar who was just eating a lot of food was reminded and stared at Feng Qing'an's face twice. The old face suddenly wrinkled up, showing confusion, and he was extremely puzzled.

"Weird thing!"

"What's so strange?"

Feng Qing'an sat down and took a look at the sapphire table in front of him. There were several plates of spiritual fruits and a bottle of sake on it. It looked very simple. It could be seen that the Fengtian Yin Division prepared this Dharma meeting in a hurry, probably It was a temporary arrangement. After all, even the guests came in because they wanted to join in the fun, so it's not surprising.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's because I'm an old guy who's not good at learning and made a miscalculation!"

The old beggar kept his gaze until Feng Qing'an sat down and looked at him. Then he withdrew his gaze and focused on the greasy roast chicken in front of him. However, he muttered something from time to time, but Feng Qing'an couldn't hear it.

"I have seen such mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and caves of bones and demons, at least ten of them!"

Tianlong Monk Yinghai just glanced at Feng Qing'an, and then continued to describe the harm of demons to the Capital City God. What he said were all personal experiences. He had seen Pi Lin, a man from White Bone Mountain, and when it came to demons, he would rather kill them by mistake. A principle that cannot be let go.

"Demons are demons and cannibalize human flesh and blood, just like people slaughtering cattle and sheep. Even if they pretend to be kind, they can't change their cannibalistic nature. If you ghosts and gods sympathize with other people, you are equivalent to accomplices of demons and murder innocent people!"

"My dear, you have been cultivating Buddhism for only half a century and you have achieved such a level of cultivation. What is the background of this little bald donkey? Are all the bald donkeys outside so good? After such a comparison, our bald donkeys in Nanhua might as well become vulgar and don't embarrass their Buddha. Got it!"

Hearing what Tianlong Monk said, the oily-mouthed old beggar suddenly looked amazed. If what he was marveling at was not the cruelty of the demons in Xilan Continent, but the short cultivation time of the Tianlong Monk in front of him.

"Amitabha!"

No monk could bear to scold the bald donkey in front of the monk. A monk sitting at the table opposite chanted the name of the Buddha. He seemed kind-hearted, but already hazy Buddha light was rippling out of his body.

"The poor monk once heard that there is a Buddhist temple in Xilan Continent that has been passed down for thousands of years, and Buddhist disciples have been born in every generation. I wonder if Zen Master Yinghai is a Buddhist disciple of Tianlong Zen Temple?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just a small monk in the temple. He is not a disciple of the Buddha. The current disciples of the Buddha in this temple are my senior brother and the source of the Dharma!"

Upon hearing the inquiry, Zen Master Yinghai responded, but while speaking, his eyelids were lowered, as if he did not want to mention the matter too much.

"The Zen Master is so cultivated that he is not a disciple of the Buddha in the temple?"

After Yinghai finished speaking, the faces of several old monks showed expressions of wonder. Not only these monks, but also the other practitioners who came here also showed expressions of emotion.

Practitioners can tell a person's age by looking at their bones, but it is easy to tell how old they are with just a breath. And the current Zen Master Yinghai, no matter how old he is, is not that old.

It's just that I didn't expect that the other party was so young. Even though he was young, his cultivation strength, which could also suppress ghosts and gods in the city, made people feel terrifying, and he also felt a little more concerned about the Tianlong Temple behind him. Awe.

"My senior brother, Dharma Source, is far better than me in debating sutras and practicing Buddhism. How can I be a disciple of the Buddha?"

This monk with an overly young and handsome face spoke in a very calm tone, but Feng Qing'an felt a little strange. Why did he sound so unwilling to say this?

I heard what this monk meant was that he couldn't talk or fight, so he had to give up his position. Tsk, this monk couldn't have been crushed by his senior brother in all directions, so he came to Nanhua Continent to relax, right?

"Amitabha, has the Buddhist path in Xilan Continent reached this point? This poor monk will definitely go to Xilan in his lifetime to discuss scriptures and debate with the eminent monks in Xilan!"

A glimpse of one spot reveals the whole leopard. Although the monk in front of him has such strength, he is not even a Buddhist in Xilan Continent. This shows that Xilan Buddhism is prosperous. This immediately made the faces of several monks present show admiration and yearning. An old monk wearing a red cassock immediately sighed with emotion.

"Master Senduo, I think you should stay in Nanhua. This young monk is only so young and has visited no less than ten demon caves. With such little cultivation, he is afraid that the demon will be killed even before he reaches the place. They were all chewed up!"

The monk's voice had just finished. Sitting not far away from the old monk, an old farmer who had brought in the old scalper smiled and persuaded. Although his tone was much more polite than the old beggar, he also had a gun. Great.

If Taoism and Buddhism met elsewhere, even a few years ago, this would naturally not be the case. At least superficial harmony could be maintained.

But in this Jin Dynasty, any Taoist would not be polite when meeting a monk. It was the restraint of these Taoist sects that they did not bring out the magic weapon and smash it on the face of the bald donkey on the spot.

After all, everyone in the Taoist sect knows what these monks are planning, and they are poaching their own Taoist sects. How can they bear this? And he is also a reincarnated immortal king.

"Amitabha, thank you for your concern, Master Niu. If this poor monk sets out for Xilan one day, he will have magical powers to conquer demons!"

The old monk who promised the vision looked calm and responded without being annoyed or angry. They also know that what they are doing is to dig into the corners of Daomen, so naturally they do not expect Daomen masters to have any good feelings towards them.

Even for Taoist friends who have known each other for many years, it is already a great honor to be able to say a few words when they meet instead of greeting them with a magical power.

"Master, I think it is better to choose a day than to hit the sun, so why not start today? I think the master's Dharma is profound, and it is just a little bit of a devil's cave. With the master's magical power, Xiangbi can easily eliminate it, so as to save those sentient beings who have fallen into the devil's cave as soon as possible, and help They will escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible and avoid disasters!"

At the end of the main hall, a rich and handsome white jade young man waved his folding fan and said with a warm smile.

"Amitabha, the poor monk still has unfinished achievements. Only when he has completed his achievements and achieved the right results can he cross the sea!"

"Old bald donkey, you can't succeed in your achievements. Give up as soon as possible. Even if you succeed, the old master will smash you to pieces!"

The moment the monk finished speaking, an old Taoist priest who looked like a charlatan spoke up. He leaned on the table with one hand, supporting his head, and with the other hand he threw the spiritual fruits prepared by the Yinsi into his mouth one by one. , there is a bohemianness that is not commensurate with its appearance.

"Amitabha, all of you are enlightened. The king of our temple has issued a decree..."

"How dare a mere King Ming dare to issue orders? I thought he was the Buddha. If the Buddha issued a decree, I also brought a few sticks of incense with me, so I can ask the Patriarch of the Upper Realm to show his holiness!"

Seeing that there was a bald donkey who dared to help, a dignified female cultivator spoke coldly, which instantly made the monk from a certain big temple blush, looking very angry but afraid to show up.

"Hey, dear, sister, you brought such a treasure. Hey, bald donkey over there, stop hiding it. Didn't you say that your Ming King issued a decree? Take out the Ming King's decree and take a look at it. , I want to see the beauty of the fairy family, give me a chance!"

The words spoken by the graceful and luxurious female cultivator with the blooming Ruoyao flower made the eyes of the old beggar, who was still dripping with oil, light up. He rubbed his paws and then shouted to the group of monks impatiently, as if he was just watching the fun. If the matter is serious, try your best to save yourself from the fire.

"Fellow Taoists, can you give me some face? This is the Fengtian Yin Division!"

Seeing that the Buddhists and Taoists present seemed to be about to fight, as the host here, the rich and majestic voice of Fengtian Capital City God sounded. Although he was confident enough to suppress the whole audience, the prerequisite was that these Buddhists did not invite the ancestors.

If the monks here ask for the decree of King Ming, and the other side burns incense to invite the ancestors to appear, the Fengtian Yin Division may collapse because of this. At this time, the capital city god realizes that he opened the gate of the Yin Division and invited Buddhism and Taoism to come in, which was out of consideration. .

This move was okay two years ago. Even if Buddhism and Taoism had grievances between each other, they would exercise restraint on some big occasions. But now, in the realm of Jin Dynasty, Buddhism and Taoism are not the same as each other, but they are not different. How many.

There have been many Taoist monks and eminent monks fighting against each other, and there have been victories and defeats. Some eminent monks or real people even had to leave temporarily to recuperate in seclusion because of serious injuries.

But no matter how much he heard, it was still not as good as the conflict happening right under his nose. After just a few words of conversation, the Buddhist and Taoist sides were about to start a fight, and they had to do it in one step, directly inviting the ancestors.

"Lord Cheng Huang's face must be given to you, and we have no intention of starting a war here. It's just that some monks don't know what's good and always want to do some unrealistic things!"

The old farmer who brought in all the cattle smiled and said.

"Amitabha, poor monk..."

"Master, do you have any doubts about what I said about the tyranny of demons? If so, you can speak freely. If it has nothing to do with this matter, can you please keep silent, Master?"

Before the monk finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ying Hai, who frowned. He didn't know what the Buddhists in Nanhua Continent were fighting for, and he didn't want to interfere in matters that had nothing to do with him.

He just wanted to discuss the matter of dealing with monsters and aliens with the local ghosts and gods, but these guys inexplicably looked like they were about to start a fight, disrupting his debate with the ghosts and gods.

"..."

Under the pressure of Yinghai's gaze, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net The monk who seemed a bit weak in the first place suddenly fell silent.

But the other two monks looked at each other and communicated with their eyes. They could naturally see that this monk who came all the way from Xilan Continent had no intention of intervening in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism in Nanhua Continent, but this matter was related to the prosperity of Buddhism. , both came from Buddhism, so naturally they should be consistent with the outside world.

"Zen Master, demons are everywhere in Xilan Continent, and there are demon caves everywhere, but you are now in Nanhua Continent. I have ascended to the throne of God and received incense and worship for thousands of years. Humanity is prosperous, demons are dormant, and there are spiritual beasts in the mountains and fields. Influenced by spiritual energy, I have thoughts of kindness in my heart, and I protect the woodcutter and the hunter..."

The debate between Fucheng Huang and Tianlong Monk continues. The gods who have received incense for thousands of years and the monks who have seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood both use what they have seen and heard as evidence to defend their own views or criticize the other party.

When Tianlong Monk traveled to the Xilan Continent, he saw too many cruel and cunning faces of demons. When it comes to aliens other than the human race, he adheres to the principle that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.

However, the Lord of the City believes that all things in the world have spirituality. If we suppress and exclude, or even kill all aliens who are very different from human beings, wouldn't we be making enemies of all living beings?

Regardless of whether you are a human or a monster, you should distinguish between good and evil. The good will be rewarded, and the evil will be punished!