The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Chapter 357 Someone can’t sleep tonight

"Can this be eaten?"

The young man squatted next to the bamboo shoots that had just emerged from the ground, talking to himself as if there was no one else around. Behind him, a group of young novice monks stared at his back with red eyes and bloodshot eyes. They looked like monsters, as if they would pounce on him the next moment. Tear him to pieces.

"It should be edible."

"I don't know what it tastes like. It should be good. Try it!"

After the words fell, the young man stretched out his claws and lightly hooked the index finger that touched the tip of the bamboo shoots. The fresh bamboo shoots that had just emerged suddenly came out of the soil with the young man's movements, and a rich fragrance suddenly spread everywhere.

"Devil, let go of that bamboo shoot!"

At this time, a roar full of sorrow and anger sounded. Feng Qingan looked up and immediately saw a little bald man in gray-white monk robes running towards him, dragging a demon-conquering pestle that was almost as tall as others. , murderous.

"Devil? Is there a demon there?"

Feng Qing'an looked around without realizing it, and then he saw the young monk dragging the magic pestle upside down and rushing towards him.

"Devil, do you know how long it takes for a purple-gold bamboo shoot to grow?"

"Thief, this is the Jade Pure Lotus you are guarding!"

Feng Qing'an behaved evilly, but after seeing the great monk shed tears, his heart softened, and he reached out and threw it away.

The great novice behind the apricot grove opened his arms and blocked Feng Qing'an, but Feng Qing'an just raised his head and glanced, then laughed loudly, looked at me directly, and retreated into the orchard.

[Xiao Zhoutian Stars Entering the Aperture Technique]

"That's Zizhuzhu!"

"Come on, let him have a taste too."

"What does it have to do with him?"

Although no one stopped me, the blocking of the great novices should not be ignored at all. What mainly depends on the attitude of the Dharma Protector and the old monk who is guarding this place.

"I know, but there are very few bad images."

"stop!"

Feng Qing'an looked at the Demon-Conquering Pestle that was smashing towards my face. He glanced at it and waved his hand casually. The wind gathered behind me and turned into a tangible wind wall that could be strong or destructive, blocking the wind. The power of that Buddhist magical weapon was revealed.

When I saw the jade pure lotus seeds in my arms and the great novice monk holding a demon-conquering pestle in his hand, I suddenly noticed the group of fellow disciples in the Purple Golden Forest who looked like crazy demons, but were a few looks different from me.

"Well, it tastes really good. Do you want to take a bite? I can help you pull one out!"

For me, it does exist, because one of the shortcuts to the secret art of tempering blood and energy that I practice is to swallow a small amount of spiritual objects - to a certain extent, it is a very discriminatory art against casual cultivators. The method requires only enough talent and a small enough background.

Feng Qing'an, who walked out of the purple bamboo forest, saw the fruit forest next to him at a glance. With a flash of his eyes, he walked towards the fruit forest in a roundabout way and looked directly at the novice monk guarding the entrance of the fruit forest.

Seeing Feng Qingan's overbearing and reasonable attitude, the great monk was so angry that tears fell down.

The great monk nodded consciously, but then cursed angrily. The golden light of the Demon Subduing Pestle in my hand was emitted, and not even an ancient Buddha appeared in front of my back.

Looking at the great monk who looked like he was stewing a stew, Feng Qingan asked with a smile.

"Everyone, do you know if your explanation is satisfactory to them?"

"Of course!"

When Feng Qingan heard this, he laughed.

Even a ten-year-old spiritual object, if taken to the inner world, would be no better than a hundred-year-old spiritual object. It was enough to chew one or two portions dry, but the devil ate more than a hundred portions raw, including even spiritual plants that had lasted a thousand years, and I ate them all as snacks and preserved fruits.

Cultivation, law and wealth are a couple. If you want to achieve nothing, one is missing.

Feng Qing'an had so few spiritual plants, so why didn't he explode and die? That reason is not important anymore. The important thing is, how long should I continue to eat?

"It takes ten years for a purple bamboo to reach its peak, a hundred years to grow, and a thousand years to become useful. You actually ruined it like that. Is he just afraid of being punished by God?"

The seven precepts are the most basic ones, including killing, stealing, sexual immorality, lying, and drinking alcohol. The four precepts are based on this foundation, including wearing fragrant flower garlands, anointing the body with sesame oil, watching singing, dancing and acting; lying down and sitting on a low and wide small bed; and eating out of season.

incredible!

"how long?"

But if you really want to dig deeper into my identity, it doesn’t matter. I just tasted it. I didn’t follow the example of the monkey and ate it all. I didn’t dig up the roots. They are all spiritual plants that cannot grow repeatedly. What's wrong with me?

No great monk is free from worries. Everything is in vain. Moderation is no good, and excess is not harmful. Mortals who eat too little food will be starved to death, and monks who eat too little spiritual food will be starved to death because they absorb too little spiritual essence.

"He swallowed so few spiritual objects in order to dispel the evil power in his body?"

Feng Qing'an, who was cold and affectionate, took the bamboo shoots that were freshly pulled out of the soil, stuffed the fresh and tender roots with flowing juice into the big monk's mouth.

The appearance of that scene immediately shocked all the novice monks. Although the vision was not demonic at first glance, what was really shocking was the behavior of those many years ago.

"Devil, what does he want to do?"

But even so, I couldn't break through the tangible wind wall between me and Feng Qing'an. Even if I regretted it and wanted to get out, the Demon-Conquering Pestle in my hand got stuck in the wind wall and I couldn't move.

The novice monk glanced around and counted the fellow disciples gathered together. He counted them silently in his mind. There were already seventy and almost eighty left.

Although this face is cute and looks like a weak thief, it has been eating hundreds of years of spiritual things, but outside us is Tianlong Temple, and the richness of spiritual energy is much worse than that of the Cave Heaven Paradise.

Gulu!

Having said that, Feng Qing'an sat cross-legged on the spot. After a while, the white air steamed up from under my body. Under my head, a ghostly scene evolved. As the ghostly appearance became more and more... It’s true, the breath of many years ended with a sharp decline.

The answer is actually very complicated. One day, because the source of the law only gave me one day, so on the first day, Feng Qing'an turned around in the angry eyes of a group of novice monks.

"His great monk is so knowledgeable. He is hungry. How can he be punished by heaven for eating bamboo shoots?"

"How is it? Does it taste very wrong?"

"Let's go, see you later."

"Eat out of season!"

"He hasn't even eaten yet, yet he still pulls out so few purple bamboo shoots!"

"Ahem, everyone."

Stretched to the point of explosion by spiritual energy?

"That will take ten years..."

When the great monk heard that Feng Qing'an actually had no regrets and said such words, he was so angry that he picked up the magic pestle in his hand, which was slower than me, and smashed it towards Feng Qing'an.

The great monk who was pressing the magic-subduing pestle vigorously, trying to break through the wind wall behind him, watched helplessly as Feng Qingan pulled out another bamboo shoot. The great monk, who had guarded the purple golden forest for decades, tasted purple for the first time. The taste of bamboo shoots.

In the eyes of the great novices who turned from anger to guilt, Feng Qing'an, whose aura was empty and steady, stood up unsteadily, and the years of cultivation were gone. At that moment, the same name was to the extreme, as bad as a gust of wind. Knocked down.

Dragon tooth pine nuts!

Feng Qingan was startled and immediately said,

The great monk glared at Feng Qingan, and immediately a look of shame appeared on his face. He was not embarrassed at all, and he was at a loss as to what to do, because I knew what to do, even if I spit out the fresh bamboo shoots outside my mouth, I could swallow them.

There were no tears in the turbid eyes of the young monk, whose face was full of grievance and resignation.

Although Feng Qing'an had a face very similar to that of Buddha, those great monks had witnessed Feng Qing'an's tyrannical and tyrannical behavior, so the sense of intimidation brought by that face was basically much less.

The great monks who have lost all their cultivation and know the hardships of cultivation are very confused as to what that means.

The young man lowered his head to look at the sharp bamboo shoots in his hand that were filled with purple light and faint golden lines. He smelled the strange fragrance floating in the air and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful. Then, under the red eyes of the young monk, he lowered his head and took a sip of juice. Overflowing roots.

The great monk's red eyes gradually became moist, and his voice became choked, as if he might cry at any time.

The sweet smell made the big monk's mouth directly bite a piece without thinking about it through his cerebellum. He chewed it twice and felt the deliciousness of the new bamboo shoots before the big monk reacted.

Feng Qing'an heard the whispers behind him and glanced in front of him. The newly peeled Longya pine nuts in his hand were taken out of his mouth one by one. The majestic spiritual energy exploded in my body, but there was still Before it could wreak havoc, it was all swallowed up and sucked away by an orifice.

"Okay, it's none of your business!"

"Breaking the precepts? What precepts did you ask him to break?"

Golden Bodhi Seed!

"You want to announce something to them!"

Feng Qingan took another bite, and as he chewed, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

Feng Qing'an looked at the little monk with splitting eyes, and the fragrance of bamboo shoots in his mouth overflowed, as if he had not seen the demon-conquering pestle in the hand of the big monk with the same name.

"But am I dizzy?"

"This is eaten raw. The bamboo shoots can also be stewed, stir-fried or boiled. You have to taste them every way before you have eaten them."

"They will all be punished by God. There are only a few living creatures in the world."

The great monks who were favored by Feng Qingan all followed me, and the number gradually decreased. When I reached the front, there were less than half a hundred with the same name, and the surprise and fear in the eyes of those great monks had not yet turned into anger again.

"I have troubled you all to follow you these days. You know that you are extremely satisfied with you, so now you plan to give you an explanation!"

The only thing that makes me feel that the experience is bad is that every time I eat somewhere, there will be one less resentful monk in front of me. It is also true that there are no old monks, but the old monks are thin-skinned and will always follow me. I thought for a while, after all, what can you do to me.

"Is eating a bite of bamboo shoots considered killing?"

"That great monk of his is too grand. If he just ate a bamboo shoot, it would be out of his mouth, and he would be forgiven for all his evil deeds, but he would be punished with death if he repays his sins."

"That's wrong. There is no Xinglin yet."

"What explanation can he give you?"

Several lotus seeds carved like white jade fell into the arms of the great monk. In Ouxinlin, a great novice's eyes were rounded when he saw it, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. It must have been the few great novices next to me who caught me in time. At this moment, the same name Rushed down.

Although there are many spiritual beasts such as phoenixes and white deers, outside the monk's temple, they can naturally be killed, roasted and eaten at will, so they can only walk around and eat some vegetarian food.

"Bamboo shoots are not for people to eat. They are already so delicious. How can they live up to such good intentions?"

"Devil!"

Feng Qing'an paid no attention to the novice monk anymore and turned around to walk to another hill next door. I hadn't noticed yet. That day, the Longchan Temple was full of inspiration, beautiful everywhere, with orchids and jade trees everywhere.

"What kind of magical beast am I transformed into?"

"he!"

"Really."

Feng Qingan was chewing purple bamboo shoots, looking like a little villain who bullies women and dominates men.

Seeing that Feng Qing'an had eaten it and wanted to pack up a few pills to take away, the monk's eyes turned red again, as if he had forgotten that I could have hurt Feng Qing'an in the slightest, and rushed down again.

Feng Qing'an's body seemed to be filled with a bottomed cave. No matter how much spiritual energy I took, I was still full. This made a group of novice monks who had been following me gradually become peaceful, and even... No fear.

"He hasn't said it yet. It's only ten years to become the leader. What's wrong with such a small purple gold forest and asking you to pick a few? He saw that all his masters were here, and he was the only novice monk who came to stop him. You, he said it was useless?"

As he said that, Feng Qing'an reached out and threw the European bamboo shoots that the great monk had taken a bite into my arms. He then used his physical characteristics to pick up a few fresh and delicious purple bamboo shoots from the bamboo forest. Turn around and leave.

"No, can he spit out the pine nuts he has eaten?"

"Hey, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net His great monk still abides by the four precepts, and the seven precepts are enough. He really knows how to torment himself."

"It's broken. Don't cry. Give him a few white jade lotus seeds. The taste is also wrong. It's refreshing and delicious, a delicacy that is hard to find in the world."

Feng Qing'anli was very angry and strong. Did he feel guilty at all? Even the great monk wanted to hit me with his magic pestle.

"Of course you can eat it, but you promise that your explanation will satisfy them."

All the spiritual energy that was not swallowed by me was swallowed by the star apertures I opened.

It seems wrong, but not many monks can abide by even the most basic seven precepts? Is it something else, that one of the seven precepts is a lie? Tsk, including my little brother, a small number of thieves and bald men are lying?

"I can hold on until I die, who makes me greedy!"

After many years of looking down at a group of great novice monks, I felt ashamed and extremely calm before I caught the attention of all the great monks.

That's all. In front of everyone, I stretched out my hand again and gave the person close to me a heavy hook. The soil turned into a palm and took the initiative to send a young bamboo shoot behind me.

"How many spiritual things did the demon eat?"

"The devil, he deserves death!"

As long as we don't retreat and block our path, Feng Qing'an can travel smoothly without any obstructions. Although I eat all the way, in the eyes of the great novices who guard the spiritual plants everywhere, it is naturally a coward's behavior that can be forgiven for small crimes.

"Am I going to be strangled to death?"

"may be."

"he……"

Scatter your strength!

Feng Qing'an has the same name and is very famous.

"Yes...yes, the devil, he tempted you to break the precepts!"