Chapter 213: Great Heavenly Dragon
"Kid, what's wrong? The way you look at us seems to displease you."
The old beggar's voice sounded beside him. Feng Qing'an looked up and saw the extremely slovenly Taoist master gnawing on the meat tendons and cartilage on the chicken bones, not willing to let go of even the edible part.
"It's not that I don't like it, I just wonder why you are so indifferent to matters concerning demons!"
Feng Qing'an has already mastered the art of transmitting secret sounds. When one practices martial arts to a high level, one will be able to master this practical little trick, which is no different from magical powers.
"indifferent?"
The old beggar raised his head and glanced at Feng Qingan, then lowered his head and began to chew the meat tendons carefully.
"It's not that we are heartless, we have seen it all before, but not the same as you!"
"Have you seen it?"
After hearing this answer, Feng Qingan understood something, but was not satisfied.
The argument between the Tianlong monk and the City God can be simply summarized in one sentence: each has his own reasons.
However, all arguments are based on the interests of the human race, but the methods adopted are different. There is no doubt that the Tianlong monk's method is more extreme.
But as long as you listen to the experience of Monk Tianlong, it is not surprising why this monk has such thoughts and ideas. In Xilan Continent, there is actually a terrifying monster that can swallow hundreds of thousands of people in one bite.
There are countless countries and Buddhist temples destroyed by demons. After experiencing all these things, and even being almost cooked to death by demons, it would be abnormal if he didn't have the desire to kill all the demons.
The City God's response was also very simple. This was not Xilan Continent where demons were everywhere and could do evil. Here, humanity and gods flourished. No matter how vicious the demons were, they had to put away their claws.
Because he was able to hear these unprecedented stories about demons, Feng Qing'an listened very carefully and did not miss a single word.
But as he listened, Feng Qing'an discovered that these great monks who had rushed in before him to join in the fun, some were traveling in their trances, some were turning grass into grass to feed cows, some were writing poems, and even those monks were all reciting scriptures with their heads down.
No matter what attitude they take, there is one thing in common, that is, they do not seem to be interested in those brutal monsters and demons. Treating monsters and aliens in this way is not something they care about.
"You are so young, not even a fraction of the years I have lived. You have encountered man-eating monsters along the way, I am afraid you can count them on your fingers. This human dynasty is at its peak, what kind of big monsters can you expect to see?"
“…”
Feng Qing'an was speechless. It was indeed so. Even the most ferocious wave-like river water had only reduced the rainfall intentionally, but the disaster it caused was a man-made disaster caused by corrupt officials.
"So this little bald donkey told you something about demons and monsters and frightened you. You have seen too little. I am an old man. I have seen everything in my life."
"Perhaps you have seen too much, so you don't care, but I don't think they are all the same as you!"
"It's right that they are different. If everyone is the same, what will happen? Some people are born in the clouds and have never touched the dust on the ground. How can they know the suffering of the mortal world? No matter how cruel the monsters are, they are like a dream bubble. Just treat them as stories!"
The old beggar's unreliable voice rang in Feng Qing'an's ears.
"Not everyone can have the same heart as the young man to save the world and the people!"
"So what are they doing here?"
"Of course, we come to watch the fun and have fun!"
When Feng Qing'an asked about this, even the old beggar's voice became more interested.
"I, an old guy, came in first because I didn't want to miss out on the fun, but who would have thought that this little bald donkey would just talk nonsense with the old city god, and wouldn't do anything after talking for a long time!"
"To be honest, I have similar thoughts to you, senior!"
Feng Qing'an felt a little embarrassed. Yinghai had blasted Judge Wu from the air above Fengtian City, and now he had broken into the underworld to discuss law with the City God. Wouldn't a fight break out?
For the sake of the face of the underworld, it would be unreasonable for the City God not to suppress the little monk. Because of this understanding, Feng Qingan arranged for the people and hurried over.
But after he came in, he didn't expect that the City God actually debated with the monk. It was not what he imagined. Although he was a little disappointed, he still gained something from listening.
He knew that outside the continent under his feet, in another vast land, the living environment of the human race was harsh. Not everywhere was as peaceful and prosperous as in the Great Jin Dynasty. In some places, being able to survive was a kind of luck.
"It's human nature. Don't be embarrassed. Every one of you here is waiting for the little bald donkey and the old city god to fight. Otherwise, why would we come here? To listen to their nonsense?"
The old beggar said with a smile, the roast chicken in his hand had turned into a complete skeleton, without even a trace of oil on it, which he had licked clean. He threw the chicken bones on the jade table, and he reached in and took out another roast chicken with crispy golden skin.
"Boy, do you want to try it? This is a three-yellow chicken that I specially raised. It has crispy skin and tender meat. It is the best in the world!"
"Such a big bird, are you sure the skin is crispy and the meat is tender?"
Feng Qing'an's expression was subtle. In his eyes, what the old beggar held in his hand was not a roast chicken.
In fact, disheveled and ragged, this is just the image of the old beggar in the eyes of ordinary people, or ordinary monks. In his eyes, the old beggar looks completely different.
The purple robe was engraved with intricate Taoist patterns, the jade hairpin was carved with a flying dragon, and the golden crown was engraved with stars. The real appearance of this old fellow was much more flashy than his sloppy appearance outside .
But very few people could see through it, and the roast chicken in his hand was not really a roast chicken at all. The spiritual energy contained in it had already turned into substance, but it was all restrained under the small crispy skin, without overflowing.
"The skin is naturally crispy and the meat is tender. You don't trust the old beggar's craftsmanship, but you also don't trust the old beggar's magical powers?"
The old beggar looked at Feng Qing'an in surprise, then said with a smile that before he went down the mountain, he took away a dozen cranes raised by the headmaster, and now most of them have entered his stomach.
"Here, let me give you a taste!"
As he spoke, the old beggar generously tore off a piece of chicken leg and handed it to Feng Qingan who was sitting next to him. The young man in white was not polite either. Amidst the slightly surprised or puzzled gazes, he took the juicy chicken thigh in his hand.
"The old man with the big nose!"
Several monks who were chanting with their heads down raised their heads at this moment and looked at the young man in white who was sharing the roast chicken with the old beggar. The emotions in their hearts were difficult to express in words.
If it were an ordinary person, no matter how unrestrained he was, it would not touch their Zen hearts. Their hundreds of years of practice were not in vain, but the boy's face was too intimidating for them. When they thought of the relationship between this boy and the one they were desperately pursuing, they felt a headache.
"Senior, can you give me another half?"
Feng Qingan's eyes lit up after taking a bite of the meat. Not to mention the rich flavor that rushed straight to his head, the texture of the meat alone was hard to find in the world. Even though the chicken thigh in Feng Qingan's hand was not just what it looked like, it couldn't stop his current inhuman physique.
"You don't have enough to eat?"
"They have been through thick and thin with me. I can't just eat here while they just watch!"
Feng Qingan pointed to Heishan, Senmiao and Baiyao beside him.
"Good boy, you are so loyal. I like it. I will give you all the chicken!"
"Thank you, Taoist priest. When we get out, I will treat you to a rare delicacy!"
Feng Qingan shared the roast chicken with his left and right, and the little dragon poked its head out from his collar, watching them eat with such relish. Not to be outdone, it stretched out its little claws, took out a small scale as red as jade, and started to chew it, too.
"Okay, then I'll be waiting!"
The old beggar glanced at the little dragon gnawing on the red dragon scales in Feng Qing'an's arms, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he smiled with a bit of pride, and was quite expectant in his heart.
Master, the crane you raised died a worthy death!
"How long will this last? Why don't you start fighting?!"
Soon, the old Taoist's muttering and complaining reached Feng Qing'an's ears. This old guy knew Feng Qing'an and was not shy about it.
"Senior, do you really want a fight?"
Feng Qing'an, who tasted the flesh and blood of the spiritual beast, showed a satisfied look on his face, and looked at the old beggar who was watching the fun and enjoying the trouble.
"What are you talking about? It's not that I want them to fight, but they are already like this, and it will be hard to end it without a fight. This little monk is unwilling to bow his head and give in, and he still wants to accuse the old city god of doing something wrong. If the old city god bows his head, where will he put his face? Since no one can convince anyone, we can only fight. Whoever has the bigger fist is right!"
The old beggar disagreed.
"According to what you said, there is no need to rush. We just need to wait!"
"It's better to wait. More and more people are coming. The more people join in the fun, the more the old city god has to take action. Otherwise, how can the majesty of the underworld be demonstrated?"
After muttering twice, the old beggar suddenly realized.
"No, this old city god is just stalling for time. He wants to wait until almost everyone has arrived before he prepares to beat up the little bald donkey and regain his lost face!"
“It should be!”
Feng Qing'an glanced towards the entrance of the main hall. At this moment, two Taoists came together. However, even though more and more real monks came to join in the fun, the table in front of the main hall of the underworld was still empty. No one sat down. These guys would rather stand near the door than sit in the front, and some even shared a table.
"Master, there is no point in saying more . Please release the carp spirit you have captured!"
The City God's deep voice rang out. At that moment, all the Taoists and monks present who were bored and daydreaming became alert.
"Amitabha, there is a difference between humans and demons. It seems that the City God did not listen to a word I said!"
The Tianlong monk Yinghai looked disappointed.
"Didn't the Zen master not listen to a word I said?"
On the altar, in the purple divine light, a human figure was faintly visible, and a heavy divine power spread along with it. The atmosphere in the underworld also became much heavier.
"Release the spirit fish! You have ruined marriages, separated couples, and left children without a mother. You must be punished by karma!"
"I am willing to bear all the consequences of this karma!"
Ying Hai responded calmly, ignoring the divine power spreading in the hall. However, on his skin, which was originally no different from that of an ordinary person, a golden light was faintly visible, spreading from his eyebrows and gradually covering his entire body.
"It seems that the Zen Master is determined to have his own way!"
"I was just about to ask the City God for advice!"
"Just as the Zen master said!"
The moment the City God finished speaking, the place where Tianlong Monk Yinghai was standing was instantly swallowed up by darkness, and the place where he was standing seemed to be wiped out out of thin air, and everything related to him ceased to exist.
"My goodness, it's so big right up there. Boy, hide quickly and don't let it touch you!"
Seeing the sudden appearance of the black prison with a very smooth edge, the old beggar, who had been calm and composed and even dared to get closer to watch the fun, jumped up as if his butt was on fire, grabbed Feng Qingan's wrist, and fled towards the door of the hall.
In fact, there was no need for the old beggar to remind them. At the moment when the Black Prison swallowed up the Heavenly Dragon Monk, all the Taoists and monks present in the hall began to flee outside. The extreme sense of crisis touched the spiritual perception of each of them.
In the underworld created by ghosts and gods, fighting against ghosts and gods is undoubtedly the most foolish behavior. Fighting against ghosts and gods should be done outside the places where incense is worshipped.
The ghosts and gods are in the weakest state at this time, and in the Dharma Realm, ghosts and gods can maintain their peak state until the incense is exhausted. But now that the human way of Fengtian is so prosperous, God knows how deep the accumulation of this thousand-year-old city god is. Which cultivator can compete with him in consumption?
"What is that?"
Feng Qing'an, who was escaping from the City God's main hall with the old beggar, couldn't help but turn his head to look behind him. The sight of the darkness stimulated every part of his body to tremble. His subconscious told him that he must not touch the darkness.
"You mean that thing? The old city god has annihilated that area of the law domain! He was really ruthless. If that little bald donkey can't stand it, I'm afraid there won't even be any ashes left!"
The old beggar is worthy of his age and has seen a lot.
"This is a method that will hurt yourself 800 times and hurt the enemy 10,000 times. An ordinary little city god wouldn't dare to use it carelessly. If it's not controlled well, the underworld will collapse. Only this old city god, with thousands of years of accumulation, can do it at will. He is not afraid at all!"
"Amitabha!"
An indifferent and merciless sound, as if the Buddhist chanting emanated from heaven and earth, was heard. A ray of golden light like a demon-slaying sword pierced through the darkness in the center of the hall, followed by ten, and a hundred.
The black prison that countless monks avoided at all costs only appeared for a few breaths before it was filled with the golden light of Buddhism. Along with a loud dragon roar that shook the underworld, a majestic and solemn image of a mighty heavenly dragon leaped up from the hall.
A golden dragon with majestic horns, scales and armor, and flaming Buddhist beads in its powerful claws, soared into the sky and knocked down the dome of the main hall.
As a chilly gale arose from the underworld, the dragons swelled with the wind and hovered high in the sky above the underworld. The bright and clear Buddha's light was everywhere, illuminating the underworld for thousands of miles, making the ghosts and gods there look terrified and as if they were remembering something bad!
Because just a few years ago, there was turmoil in the underworld, and the sky and earth changed color. That time, even the City God was hit by a sword and has not recovered yet. Now a similar thing has happened again!
