Chapter 137: Eagle strikes the sky with a mighty wind, Peng flies over the sea in spring
What's wrong with me?
Heishan, who was pointed at by the old monk, also opened his eyes wide with a look of confusion and bewilderment. Facing the gazes of many powerful ghosts looking at him, Heishan was calm and composed. He walked through those powerful and terrifying ghost generals as if no one was around, and went straight to the front row, squatting down alongside several ghost kings, and looked up at the old monk.
Looking at the familiar black wolf, the attitude of those powerful ghosts in the temple towards it, and its current location, the old monk suddenly understood everything that had been puzzling before.
Good fortune and misfortune have no doors, they are brought upon oneself!
The miserable fate he encountered at this moment was not without cause or inexplicable, but was something he brought upon himself. As for his uncle and fellow disciples, they were all implicated by him.
"Master, are you acquainted with our king's favorite?"
Looking at the monk's subconscious action due to shock, a ghost king immediately asked with a playful look.
The king's favorite!
This is Heishan’s current identity in the Youhuang Ghost Kingdom. It is also the reason why this guy dares to walk among a group of ferocious ghosts and sit side by side with the Ghost King. He is simply fearless.
"Not long ago, I met this wolf king in the human world, and I explained a Buddhist scripture to him at that time!"
The old monk answered truthfully that he already understood why he had suffered this disaster.
But he still couldn't figure out what role the boy who brought the dog back played? Wasn't he the younger brother of the reincarnated immortal? Why was he involved with the Lord of the Netherworld?
"Hahaha!"
When the inquiring ghost king heard the old monk's answer, he immediately understood and laughed. The other quick-witted ghost kings and ghost generals also laughed. For a moment, the temple was filled with a happy atmosphere.
"This bald donkey, is he trying to convert the king's beloved pet into Buddhism?"
"That's about it, hahaha, and then he was caught by the king!"
"Monk, you are really brave!"
Another ghost king taunted the monk, whose face became increasingly miserable, and the ghosts suddenly laughed even louder. However, the previous depression was completely dissipated in this invisible way.
"Monk, what scripture did you recite to Heishan when you were still alive? Tell us too!"
"Yes, today we will talk about the scripture you once told Heishan!"
Many ghosts found the change in the monk's expression interesting and started to make a noise.
"this……"
The old monk's determination to conquer demons, which had just arisen because of the demon's wanton arrogance, had now dissipated a lot. He looked at the black wolf that was sitting almost in the middle and staring at him, and suddenly felt that today was not a situation where there was no hope of survival.
"Today, I will lecture on the 'Sacred Wheel King Sutra' once again. If you are not comfortable listening to the sutra, please leave as soon as possible and do not stay too long!"
"Stop talking nonsense and start preaching!"
Amid the clamor of numerous ghosts, the old monk sat down cross-legged and continued to preach. The sound of Zen could be heard again, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere.
However, no matter whether it was the Zen sound or the Buddha's light, it was difficult to reproduce the situation that Heishan had seen in the mountains and forests at that time, because there were too many powerful ghosts gathered here.
Even though they have restrained their power and followed the rules at this moment, the power they naturally exude is connected together , forming an absolute suppression on the old monk's Zen sound and Buddha light.
Therefore, the effect of the lecture was greatly reduced compared to the one Heishan had heard before. And because of the content he had heard before, Heishan was not affected at all this time. After listening for a while with his head shaking, Heishan began to look around.
"gold?!"
Feng Qing'an's consciousness had already arrived when Heishan entered the temple. He didn't have much feeling for the Buddhist scriptures. Although he could glimpse some Buddhist principles from them when listening, he was not interested in delving into them. Instead, he was more interested in what Heishan saw at this moment.
It was a chicken, a colorful pheasant standing on the wall of a Buddhist temple, with colorful wings and even long drooping tail feathers. It was also standing on the wall at this moment, listening attentively to the old monk's lecture.
"Identification!"
[Race: Golden Pheasant]
[Attributes: Fire, Yang, Bird]
[Potential Level: Commander - Top]
[Combat Power Level: General·Superior]
After not seeing this guy for a while, he has become stronger again. The increase in combat power alone is fine, but the key is that his potential has also increased. This makes Feng Qingan extremely curious, because he has not trained this chicken much.
It was a soul-drawing and blood-refining technique that was performed on it, which opened up its intelligence. Then this guy sneaked into his room and stole food for a while. But after entering the underworld, Feng Qing'an never gave it any help again. However, this guy still made rapid progress, as if he had opened up something.
"Heishan, after the lecture is over, you follow Huang Jin. I want to see what kind of training this guy receives and what he eats!"
Awooo~
Heishan knew that sometimes when it took a rest, it would go to join in the fun of the Golden World or stroll around the ghost town, so it dared to squat among the ghosts as if no one was around, because it knew most of them, and even if it didn't know them, they still knew it.
"Poisonous insects from the Netherworld?!"
Through Heishan's description, Feng Qing'an knew what this chicken had to face on a daily basis: all kinds of poisonous insects that survived in the harsh environment of the Netherworld.
Either eat the poisonous insect or be eaten by it!
Of course, description in words cannot compare to seeing it with one's own eyes, so Feng Qing'an still asked Heishan to go and take a look. He wanted to broaden his horizons and see what this chicken had gone through to have accumulated such potential.
Awooo~
Heishan naturally agreed to Feng Qing'an's request and waited for several hours until there were less than eleven ghosts left. Only then did the old monk's Zen chanting stop. At this moment, there were only a few ghosts left, and even the Ghost King had left without a trace.
Of course, it was not that the ghosts could not bear the sound of the old monk's preaching, but that the old monk was suppressed too hard, so that the scriptures that fell into the ears of the ghosts were extremely boring, just like a fly buzzing in the ear, which made the ghosts irritated.
But even so, a few ghosts stayed in the courtyard and listened to the end. On the courtyard wall, the colorful pheasant, which seemed out of place in this ghost town dominated by black and gray, also stayed until the end, maintaining the same posture and listening to the sutra from beginning to end.
After making sure that the old monk had stopped talking, Huang Jin flapped his wings and flew away. Seeing this, Heishan hurried to follow. However, as soon as he walked out of the courtyard, the golden pheasant that looked almost like a poultry had turned into a completely different appearance.
A giant golden pheasant, which is six feet tall, with a halo made of golden light on its head, roams freely in the streets of the ghost town with an arrogant attitude. It does not even bother to look at the oncoming ghosts, no matter what size or strength they are, and has no intention of avoiding them at all.
"This bastard is so arrogant?!"
Feng Qing'an was extremely surprised to see that this chicken, which was so timid and crazy in his own yard, was so arrogant in the ghost town.
The most important thing is that such a ostentatious action will cause all ghosts to avoid it, and no ghost will be able to touch its edge. If a ghost fails to avoid it in time, a golden light like a sharp sword will fly out from the halo behind this guy's head, instantly piercing through the ghost blocking the way.
Feng Qing'an also understood at this time that this guy's arrogance was not just relying on the authority of the king, although that was also the main reason, but he did have some capital for his arrogance.
The golden wheel on the top of the head was probably a derivative of the magical power of blood. Its masculine nature had an almost natural effect on the ghosts of the underworld.
No matter what kind of ghost it was, facing the golden light it emitted, its body was like paper, which could be pierced through with a poke or a stab. Feng Qingan didn't see any ghost that could block it.
"What a sharp golden light!"
Even Feng Qing'an couldn't help but admire it, and then he let Heishan follow the domineering Huangjin into its training ground. The chicken glanced at Heishan and ignored it, as the two were already familiar with each other.
Not long after, Feng Qing'an saw the chicken's daily training opponent, and he also understood why this guy had grown to such a level in such a short time without any training from him.
It was a centipede about two or three meters long, as thick as a bucket, with a black shell that looked like it was made of black gold. Each segment of its legs was like a weapon, and it scratched across the bluestone wall, making clanging sounds and sending sparks flying. Wherever it passed, black fog rolled up, and it looked hideous and ferocious.
This is the poisonous insect from the Netherworld!
But facing such an opponent, Huang Jin did not hesitate at all. He rushed forward with high spirits and flapped his wings. The golden wheel behind his head shot out golden rays of light like sharp swords, which fell on the centipede's shell and could only leave bumps and marks. He did not show any fear, but his fighting spirit became even stronger.
cockfighting!
Looking at the aggressive and brave chicken in front of him, Feng Qingan suddenly thought of this name.
"interesting!"
Feng Qing'an admired the fighting posture of the golden pheasant, watching this fellow completely surpassing it in size. Once entangled by the poisonous insect, it would cut it into pieces. He pecked its shell to pieces and ate the tender meat under the shell, killing its opponent alive!
"Just by swallowing poisonous insects, he has achieved such an accomplishment. If he is given more help, I wonder what he can become?"
It's hard to like someone who pretends to be stupid and ignorant, even though Feng Qing'an knew it was just a disguise, but when he saw the real side, Feng Qing'an was somewhat moved.
However, even though he was tempted, Feng Qing'an didn't think of asking Donghuang to bring it back. He wanted to see how far this chicken could go without his help.
Moreover, Feng Qing'an knew very well that helping someone in need was far better than adding icing on the cake, so there was no rush now.
Time flies, February of the 30th year of Yongkang is about to pass, and March is about to come, which is the last day of February.
At Fengjiagang School, children carrying school bags walked out of the school in groups of three or five with excited looks on their faces. No matter when or where, finishing school is always the most uplifting thing.
"Qingan!"
Mr. Zhang, who had not yet left the school, called out to a young man who stood out from the crowd. This was not meant in a derogatory way, but the young man was obviously a head taller than his peers in the village. He was the tallest and most handsome man in the school, and no one could match him.
"Master!"
Feng Qing'an immediately stepped forward to greet him, being exceptionally honest. In the eyes of the teacher and the villagers, this ignorant and naughty boy who once threatened to become a government official had become more stable after a few years of settling down, and was a typical child from other people's families.
"March is coming soon. What do you think about this year's Tongsheng exam?"
Master Zhang came straight to the point and his intention was clear. Feng Qing'an was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered that his brother was about the same age, took part in the imperial examination, and then crushed his way to achieve the highest achievement in the imperial examination.
"Master wants me to take part in this year's Tongsheng exam?"
"No, it depends on your own opinion. If you want to participate, I will naturally agree. You have enough knowledge. If you want to wait for another three years, that's fine. You are still young, so there is no need to rush!"
Master Zhang's tone was calm, and his words came from the heart. He handed the decision to the student in front of him, letting him decide for himself. After all, he was too young, even younger than his older brother when he took the imperial examination, so no matter what choice he made, it would not be wrong.
"The imperial examination is about to begin again!"
Feng Qing'an recalled the farewell scene when he was less than ten years old and sent his elder brother off to take the imperial examination. The scene of separation was still vivid in his mind, and now it was his turn.
"Yes, you can wait another three years. If you take the imperial examination at your age, you will probably attract a lot of attention, but you won't have the ease that your elder brother had when he took the imperial examination!"
Master Zhang had a lot to consider. Whether it was his identity as the younger brother of the top scholar in the imperial examination or participating in the imperial examination at such an age, it would attract a lot of attention.
This is a lot of pressure for a child who has not yet reached adulthood. If he does well in the test, he will naturally be praised. If he does poorly, there will inevitably be people who criticize and gossip about him.
Even some grown-ups might not be , let alone a child, so Master Zhang felt that his student should wait another three years. By then, he would have more profound experience, and even if he did not do well in the exam, no one would say anything.
Because by then his elder brother would surely have gone a step further and would be ranked above the imperial court, holding a high position and great power. With such a relationship, who would dare to gossip about them?
"Sir, you are absolutely right!"
Feng Qing'an nodded in agreement. His elder brother was too outstanding, which was a kind of pressure for his younger brother. He might not be a big deal in the village, but when he went outside, there would inevitably be people who would compare the two brothers.
But he wouldn't care about these, because he had already recognized the fact that in front of the eldest brother, he was just a younger brother, a younger brother in every sense. So his opponent didn't matter at all.
In contrast, he was more interested in leaving Fengjiagang and traveling outside under the pretext of taking the imperial examination. He felt increasingly bored in the village in recent years. It was time to go out for a walk, and there was nothing to worry about.
