The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 225 The monk given for free

Donghuang is coming!

Feng Qing'an stood up, looking a little excited. He looked down at the third-grade black lotus he had just cultivated. Feeling the rich innate power in it, a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.

Donghuang's promotion this time also promoted his cultivation. Originally, he thought how long it would take him to complete the cultivation of the Heavenly Beast Lord, but now it seems that he only needs to refine and condense this third-grade black lotus. The tenth soul contract is more than enough.

As an innate Yin spirit, Donghuang's original power was able to enhance his soul's foundation and then drive his soul's cultivation. However, this time she survived the catastrophe with some different attributes. .

His body was also directly affected, but the one that was most affected was his soul. Feng Qingan now felt a bulging feeling between his eyebrows, as if a force was about to burst out, like he was about to open his eyes. .

Of course, this is just a joke. With pure yang characteristics, Feng Qing'an's eyes are better than ninety-nine percent of the eyes in the world. Unless the two worlds are blocked, nothing can block Feng Qing'an's gaze.

"It's time to get ready!"

After calming down, Feng Qing'an turned his attention to the giant skeleton. Since the cultivation of the Heavenly Beast Lord was close at hand, he would make a contract with a spiritual being whose potential or combat power rating was above that of a lord after completing his cultivation.

Whether you are alive or dead, you can even have a more nihilistic and unique form of existence. The key is to have your own spiritual wisdom, so that you can be contracted by him.

At the moment, Feng Qingan's first choice is naturally the skeletal giant whose spiritualization has been half completed.

The giant skeleton, which was originally completely petrified after years of erosion and had no physical shape, reflected a faint layer of red gold spiritual light on its upper body, as if it was about to be resurrected.

According to the evaluation of the cave spirit, this giant has already lived half of its life. However, after Feng Qingan's investigation, it still has not been born with spiritual intelligence, but only has the foundation for the birth of spiritual intelligence.

According to Feng Qing'an's own assessment, after he spiritualizes the entire body of the giant's skeleton with soul power, the giant will inevitably give birth to a weak spirituality that can be contracted by him. As for whether it will have a complete mind, it depends on his follow-up of training.

However, according to Feng Qing'an's original plan, his purpose of resurrecting the giant was to find a second body for himself to use in battle, and to completely take over it with "Shenjin". If he wanted to intervene, he might There will be events that are dangerous and inconvenient for the main body to participate in.

Therefore, Feng Qingan actually doesn't care much whether he will have complete conscious thinking, as long as it does not affect his contract and he can take over the giant body.

"Recover quickly! Wanli!"

Feng Qing'an stood on a vertebrae of the giant's skeleton, his palms pressed against the rocky joints that had not yet been covered by the light of spirituality. He poured the newly surged soul power into it without hesitation.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The giant whose upper body was blooming with a faint spiritual light was still as silent as in the past years, without any response, but there seemed to be a wisp of fire flashing in the eye sockets of the skull.

Feng Qing'an didn't feel any loss about this. He was used to it. During the period when he took the giant's bones away from the Netherworld, he almost never stopped. He took time out every day to inject soul power into it. Give spirituality.

"now you!"

When the consumption of soul power reached nearly half, Feng Qing'an glanced at some of the bones and rocks that had been given spirituality today, and then stepped on the clouds and flew to a hilltop next to the giant's skeleton.

On the top of a mountain filled with gloomy air, a sapling blooming with a warm light like the blazing sun swayed gently, the fire bloomed, and several cooing firebirds appeared on the branches. Their bright red eyes were full of intimacy. He looked at Feng Qing'an who had fallen in front of the tree and watched him transfer his soul power obediently.

After everything was done, Feng Qingan didn't need to look for the cave spirit. He flashed and when he appeared again, he returned to the yard. Except for Heishan and Senmiao, no one knew that he was there. He left and came back in a very short period of time.

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"Amitabha!"

A chanting of the Buddha's chant with a sad meaning sounded. In an unknown deserted mountain outside Fengtian City, the monk with the golden pillar above his head was meditating with his eyes closed. When he heard the sound of the Buddha's chant, he slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the station. In front of him, there was an old monk with a sad look on his face.

"I'm disturbing the master's practice. But now something will happen that will affect the prosperity of our Buddhism. Therefore, the poor monk has the nerve to come and disturb me. Please forgive me, the master!"

"I wonder what the senior said?"

Yinghai held a copper staff and stood up slowly. Although he did not hide deliberately, he was blessed by the seven-jeweled golden pillar. If it were not a Buddhist monk, he would never be able to find where he is now. The old monk in front of him may have to achieve the status of Arhat. .

"I dare to ask the Master to cross the sea, why did he come?"

The old monk did not rush to ask the young monk who was full of evil spirits for help. Instead, he first asked the other party about his intention to cross such a long sea border and come to their South China Continent, and also carry so many Buddhist treasures. Want to establish the foundation of Tianlong Zen Temple here?

"Nothing important, just traveling in the world of mortals, striving to sharpen one's Zen mind!"

Ying Hai replied calmly, but these words made the old monk in front of him slightly twitch his brows, but he didn't believe it. Crossing the sea is not something that can be done just by talking about it.

Crossing tens of thousands of miles of sea territory, anything is possible. Needless to say, there are dragon species in the sea. There are even relics from ancient times. Even now, he will not choose to cross the sea casually, even if there are You can ride a flying boat, but the flying boat is not foolproof.

"Just that?"

The old monk obviously didn't believe it. He took such a big risk just to sharpen his Zen mind?

how? The Xilan Continent is so vast that there is no place for a little monk like you to sharpen your Zen mind. You have to cross the sea and run so far. If you don't have a plan, why take the risk?

"Monks don't lie!"

Tianlong Monk looked at the old monk in front of him calmly. The fellow monk in front of him did not believe that he came to this continent just to sharpen his Zen mind, but felt that he had an agenda.

For this class of people, Yinghai has become accustomed and adapted to it, and will not be angry because of it. A frog sitting in a well has no idea how vast the world is. There are many geniuses who travel across the sea in this world, and even some of them die halfway. Danger.

"hehe!"

The old monk smiled. It is true that monks do not tell lies, but they can also choose to tell only part of the truth. Maybe the other party does want to sharpen their Zen mind, but they can also have other intentions.

Buddhist precepts are indeed mandatory for monks who want to achieve something, but the effect of telling only part of the truth is even better than lying in some cases.

"The poor monk came here to ask the Dharma Master to come out and bring back a Buddha for my Buddhist sect!"

The old monk didn't care about the intentions of this monk from Xilan Continent, even if he was to establish a foundation here, he realized now that the power of Buddhism is still too weak on this continent. Otherwise, why would those bull noses be so oppressive?

"Is there a Buddha reincarnated here?"

After hearing the old monk's words, even Yinghai couldn't help but become serious, and asked in a serious tone.

"No, there is a person with the root of wisdom. If he is introduced to Buddhism, he will definitely achieve the Buddhahood!"

When the old monk saw Yinghai acting like this, he couldn't help but nodded slightly, very satisfied with his reaction.

"You have also seen this person. His surname is Feng and his given name is Qing'an. His brother is the reincarnation of the Immortal Lord!"

"Feng Qing'an?"

Ying Hai frowned. He had no impression of the name, but he quickly flashed a person's face, and the old monk's words confirmed his suspicion.

"That's the young man in white sitting in the middle table when you were debating the law with the City God in the Fengtian Yin Division!"

"It's him!"

Recalling that familiar face, Yinghai's brows slowly relaxed. It would not be so strange to say that he possesses the root of wisdom and can attain the Buddhahood by practicing Buddhism.

"It seems that the mage is still impressed, so the poor monk doesn't need to use any extra means!"

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

"This young man is surrounded by many real people from Taoist sects. Our Buddhist sect is weak here, so the poor monk wants to ask the Master to come and give him my Buddhist scriptures!"

The old monk was not polite and made the request directly. It didn't sound too difficult and he just sent some scriptures.

But in the current situation, these monks' actions are nothing more than a provocation to those Taoist disciples. Those Taoist disciples will not be polite in such matters. If they are not careful, they can only retain a trace of their true spirit and reincarnate. Reincarnation, starting all over again.

Even the old monk himself didn't have much confidence that he would be able to deliver the scripture to Mr. Feng, let alone escape unscathed. He suspected that if he went there in person, not even ashes would be left.

He didn't feel pity for this person, he just ruined his whole life's practice just to deliver the scripture. This was a shame. If he could invite the other party into Buddhism, he wouldn't mind starting all over again.

The main reason why we came to invite this foreign mage was because of the seven-treasure golden banner above his head. The power of this Buddha was well known to everyone among their great Buddhist sects.

Even the Yin Judiciary Domain can't keep him, so if he comes forward to deliver the scripture to the Second Young Master Feng, there is no need to worry about anyone paying the price for it.

"Send me Buddhist scriptures?"

Knowing the other party's intention and request, Yinghai fell into deep thought. This request did not sound excessive, and could even be called reasonable, but why did he take action because of it? Just because the other party said that this young man has wisdom?

"Yes, Master, if you don't want to, I wonder if you can lend this golden banner to the poor monk. If you send me the scripture, the poor monk will definitely return it!"

The old monk looked calm and seemed to have taken a step back. However, the request made Yinghai, who was originally thinking, turn cold for a moment. He raised his head and glanced at the old monk, then snorted softly,

"It's such a trivial matter for a poor monk to deal with it. What's the problem? Where is the true scripture?"

The Tianlong Monk said this not simply to agree to the request of the local temple, but more importantly, he also wanted to personally talk to the person whose face reminded him of some bad experiences.

"Here is the scripture!"

Seeing that the monk was so talkative, the old monk's old face, which was originally full of sorrow, suddenly showed a kind look. With a wave of his hand, stacks of Buddhist scriptures that had been sorted out appeared.

"Amitabha!"

When Yinghai saw the Buddhist scriptures neatly arranged in front of him, stretching for a mile, he couldn't help but was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but ask,

"How many scriptures are there?"

"One thousand three hundred and fifty-five volumes, this was not produced by a Buddhist temple, but was jointly raised by Buddhist temples like us!"

The old monk explained that they did not dare to learn Taoism. They only had one chance to send gifts to each family, so naturally they had to seize it. They listed all the Buddhist scriptures that each family wanted to send, and some even sent scriptures for practice.

Buddhism is slightly different from Taoism. Taoism will set up various protection methods for the practices it summarizes, and even deliberately disrupt the content.

But Buddhism sometimes deliberately sends out its practice methods through various means. As long as you dare to practice, it is equivalent to putting shackles on yourself.

Therefore, don’t be surprised if you sometimes see demons using Buddhist magical powers.

"Amitabha!"

Yinghai said no more. He took out the purple gold bowl and with a wave of his hand, he took away all the scriptures that were enough to build a large Buddhist temple.

"The poor monk will definitely deliver the scripture!"

"Zen Master Lao is here!"

"The poor monk goes first!"

Monk Tianlong didn't want to talk to the old monk anymore. He could see that the old monk didn't just want his help, but maybe he wanted to borrow his Seven Treasures Golden Building.

But how could he grant such a valuable treasure to others? Even if he is a Buddhist, he will not believe that what kind of monsters and ghosts have he not seen on Xilan Continent? He has seen many people pretending to be eminent monks.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A steady and powerful knock on the door sounded, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.net A series of surprised looks came from all directions. Tianlong Monk Yinghai ignored those looks and still stretched out his hand to pull the door knocker rhythmically.

Crunch~

There was a dull sound of the door hinge turning, and a yawning head with a simple face poked out of the crack in the door.

"This Taoist Priest..."

But when the man's eyes opened wider and he saw clearly the face and attire of the person standing outside the door, his originally peaceful face suddenly became distorted.

"Grandmaster?!"

"Amitabha!"

When Yinghai saw the slightly familiar man in front of him, he couldn't help chanting the Buddha's name. He had taken away the other man's wife that day and had not had time to deal with it. Unexpectedly, when he came to the door now, he bumped into this man again. In the dark, there really is cause and effect.

"Master is here today, do you have any advice?"

After all, the man is no longer the simple and honest man who only begged in the past. These days, he has been hanging out in this house, which can be regarded as opening his eyes. He has also seen many immortal characters in operas and books. So, he puffed up his chest and shouted loudly.