Chapter 214: The Hot Pie Being Fought For
"The fight finally started! It was worth it for me to wait so long!"
In a corner of the underworld, among the monks from the mortal world gathered together, an old Taoist riding on the back of a yellow ox was looking at the strange and bizarre sky above his head with a sigh.
"This little bald donkey from Xilan Continent is quite courageous. He actually dares to provoke the old city god here. Judging from the situation, he must have some confidence!"
"Of course, this little bald donkey doesn't look stupid, and his subordinates don't have any real skills, so how dare he talk to the old city god like that?"
"What do you mean by hands? Look carefully, this little bald donkey's confidence is all on his body!"
Between the two horns of the Buddhist dragon that was perched in the underworld sky, a monk with a golden body of 16 feet appeared. He was wearing a blue cassock, holding a nine-ring copper staff, and chanting the Buddhist mantra:
Om! Ma! Ni! Pa! Mi! Hum!
The majestic Buddhist sound suppressed the deathly aura in the underworld, but it was not the end. The Tianlong monk tore off the blue cassock on his body and threw it. The cassock inlaid with colored glaze, coral, pearls and other jewels swelled in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it covered the sky and the sun. In just a few breaths, it replaced the sky of the underworld. The vast Buddhist light illuminated the underworld law domain for thousands of miles!
"Master, you are using this Buddhist robe wrongly!"
The purple mist transformed into a giant hand that held up the sky and descended from the higher altitude of the underworld sky. It grabbed the Jinglan cassock and tore the cassock, which was already a hundred miles long, from the air.
"Lord City God, you cannot take my cassock away!"
When the Tianlong monk saw the palm formed by the condensation of purple air, he waved his hand and threw out a string of Buddhist beads. The Buddhist beads scattered in the air and turned into a large area, golden like glass, with Buddha's light shining through, scattered like stars, among which one could see the figures of arhats chanting scriptures.
The sounds of chanting rose and fell in the sky, intersecting and overlapping, trying to stop the purple palm falling from the sky. Lines of Sanskrit condensed from the Buddha's light and fell on the purple palm, as if to refine it in turn.
"Even if the Zen master is not a Buddhist disciple of Tianlong Temple, he is better than a Buddhist disciple!"
With a light sigh, a towering deity appeared in the Zhiyin Judicial Realm. His body was so majestic that it was difficult to measure in feet. The moment he appeared, many Buddhist beads that were held in Zi Qi's palm shattered and scattered on the spot.
But even after such an impact, the golden light of these Buddhist beads only became much dimmer, and there was no sign of any breakage or shattering. The sound of the Arhats chanting still echoed, but it had been completely suppressed and could hardly be heard.
"Law of Heaven and Earth?!"
Yinghai couldn't help but be a little surprised by such a majestic deity. Although Buddhism has been collecting incense and using the power of incense to practice, with his talent, he has never been exposed to it.
"No! I don't have this great magical power, but I have accumulated many years of experience to support this intimidating appearance!"
The City God, who manifested his Dharma body, replied.
The head of the City God's Dharmakāya is as big as a mountain. Just by lowering his head slightly and looking down, one can feel a deep divine power pouring down like the ocean. This Dharmakāya is obviously not just bluffing as the City God said.
"In order to subdue demons and monsters, I have also cultivated a celestial dragon Dharmakaya. I hope the Lord of the City God will appreciate it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the nine-ring copper staff in the monk's hand trembled, and the nine copper rings hanging on the staff appeared with fine scales, and actually turned into nine small dragons, making bursts of dragon roars and entwining around the monk Jin's body.
The six-foot-tall monk received the blessing of the Nine Dragons. He stretched out his hand, pulled back the blue cassock and put it on. His body swelled with the wind, and the dragons under his feet flew and circled, also circling around his shoulders.
But even so, compared with the City God of the Underworld with the cloudy sky above his head and the underworld under his feet, the Tianlong monk at this moment still looks small. The gap is so huge that it is visible to the naked eye.
However, he dared to enter the underworld alone, so he must have something to rely on. He saw his golden body shaking, and two solemn heads appeared on his shoulders, one compassionate and the other angry. Four strong arms covered with golden scales stretched out from his back, waist and abdomen.
Three heads and six arms!
The upper two hands held the mountain-shaped seal or the vajra, the middle two held a copper staff or a purple gold bowl, and the lower two held a long sword or a pearl. It would have been fine if the changes were just that, but behind the monk, a treasure wheel with blazing flames condensed out of thin air and burst out with infinite power.
In just a moment, the Tianlong monk was holding as many as seven Buddhist treasures, each of which was extraordinary, which made the monks and cultivators below marvel.
"This little bald donkey is really confident!"
"Don't call me bald donkey. If someone hears you, they will subdue you and take you away. Then you will have no choice but to cry in the purple gold bowl in their hands!"
"That's absolutely right!"
The number of Buddhist treasures taken out by Monk Tianlong at this moment shocked most of the monks. Every Buddhist treasure here could serve as the foundation of a Buddhist temple, but now they are gathered in one monk.
However, there were also people who were still laughing and cursing in such a situation, not caring at all. One of them was the old beggar who pulled Feng Qingan out. The old monk looked at the old monks who were also shocked by the attitude shown by the fellow monks in heaven with a grin.
"The old saying is true. If you compare yourself to others, you will die. If you compare goods to others, you will throw them away. If you put all the treasures on you old bald donkeys together, I'm afraid they are not as much as what this foreign monk has in his hand now, right?"
Hearing the old beggar's teasing words, the seven monks gathered together chanted the scriptures without responding, because the Buddhist treasures on them were not as many as those in the hands of the Tianlong monk.
No matter in terms of quality or quantity, all the monks combined cannot compare to others. This is a fact that makes the monks feel very frustrated, but it also makes these monks yearn for Xilan Continent, which requires crossing tens of thousands of miles of sea.
"Is this how great monks fight?"
Seeing the Dragon Monk who had transformed into a three-headed, six-armed Dragon Subduing Magical Figure and was fighting head-on with the towering City God in the underworld and was not even at a disadvantage, Feng Qing'an felt like he had found the door to a new world and his eyes were shining.
"Are you kidding me? How many people can fight like this little bald donkey? Do you think the treasures in his hands are made of mud?"
Hearing Feng Qingan's words, the old beggar immediately shook his head to deny it, not wanting the boy around him to have any misunderstandings.
"Didn't you hear what the old city god said? This little bald donkey is not a Buddhist, but he is better than a Buddhist. Otherwise, how could he have gathered all these Buddhist treasures? Old beggars like us in the mountains can't compare with those Buddhist disciples who came out of famous temples!"
"Senior, you are wrong. Even among those from famous sects, not many can gather such treasures!"
The suave and elegant young man couldn't help but say.
Not only were the monks silent after seeing this, even those Taoists with a background in Taoism were also amazed by this foreign monk.
A magical weapon of this quality would be possessed by great monks who have already formed the Yuandan. They would be delighted to possess one, and would use it as a support to travel the world and protect themselves.
However, even though others had manifested their three-headed and six-armed Dharma bodies, the monk was unable to pick them up. The monk was too lazy to collect the Buddhist beads that had been scattered everywhere because the City God had manifested his Dharma body.
"That only shows that the connection behind you is not big enough. Didn't that little bald donkey just introduce himself? He is not even a Buddhist disciple in the temple. If that Buddhist disciple comes out, he will have more Buddhist treasures in his hands, not less!"
The old beggar didn't care about what others thought and spoke freely. The handsome young man who had just responded bowed slightly with a wry smile on his face.
"What the senior said is absolutely right!"
The subtle attitude of the Jade-faced Young Man was noticed by Feng Qing'an, who was concentrating on the magnificent scenery in the sky. He glanced at the old beggar, and his eyes showed a different look.
It seems that no one is sitting in front of the middle seat in the main hall of the underworld. It is not because the Taoist monks do not want to be too close to the hustle and bustle, but perhaps because there are people sitting in the middle seat.
Before he spoke, no one dared to sit in front of him. They could only sit back or even stand.
"Old senior, which mountain did you come from?"
If you don’t understand, just ask. In this situation, Feng Qingan felt that he didn’t need to keep the questions to himself.
"Hey, I came down from Heli Mountain!"
The old beggar did not hide it, but when he told Feng Qing'an the name of the mountain, he was naturally confused. He had never heard of this name before.
"You've never heard of it? That's right. I picked this name myself because I raise a group of three-yellow chickens on the mountain, so it doesn't have much of a reputation."
"I see. However, a mountain is not high, but it is magical if there are immortals. If there are old seniors and other immortals living on the mountain, it must be a rare magical place. If I have the chance, I wonder if I can go and take a look?"
"Of course there is. If you want, I can take you to see it now!"
As soon as Feng Qing'an finished speaking, the old beggar, who had been smiling, suddenly turned serious. He stretched out his greasy hand and grabbed Feng Qing'an's wrist again.
"this……"
Feng Qing'an was also shocked by the old monk's actions. Are all monks so decisive in doing things?
"Sir, let alone a spiritual place, my Qingyuan Sect has a famous fairy mountain in Nanhua. If you are interested, you can come to my Qingyuan Sect to take a look!"
"Oh, you have the nerve to call yourself famous in Nanhua with just that little mountain of your Qingyuan Sect? Sir, there are three floating immortal mountains in my Dingxian Sect..."
"What are the immortal mountains and spiritual places? In my Beichen Sect, there are the Twelve Yuanchen Palaces, which are truly the residences of immortals. They were obtained by our sect's founder when he traveled to outer space. If you are interested, you can visit the palaces, and perhaps you will be able to comprehend the supreme dharma of our sect, the Secret Records of the Twelve Yuanchens!"
As soon as these words were spoken, many cultivators looked sideways at the Taoist who spoke, and immediately recognized his identity. It was the elder of Beichen Sect he mentioned.
The supreme Dharma that he spoke of was the foundation of his religion. Even taking this out could only be said to be a huge investment. However, compared to what he could possibly get, this was nothing at all. Who among those present would be reluctant to even practice the Dharma?
"No matter how good the sacred mountains in the world are, they are not as good as the blessed land of caves. There are seventeen blessed lands in my sect, as well as the Kunling, Taiyin and other caves, all of which can be opened for you!"
At this time, the female cultivator who had just been competing with the Buddhist sect in the temple spoke, looking at Feng Qingan, who was slightly surprised at the moment, with her beautiful eyes, and made a promise that would make anyone's heart beat faster.
If practicing the law is the foundation of establishing a sect, then the blessed land where one can avoid disasters and calamities is the foundation for a Taoist sect to be passed down for ten thousand years. How can this be allowed in?
"A blessed place? You're talking about a place like that that everyone has. My sect also has one..."
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, not only did the Taoists speak, but even the many monks gathered together couldn't help but want to say something. However, before the monk chanting the Buddha's name could say what he wanted to say, they saw murderous eyes cast at them.
“…”
Comparing the difference in the number of Taoist and Buddhist monks present, and then looking at the old beggar who was pulling Feng Qing'an's wrist, the monk who wanted to speak lowered his head tactfully, silently turning his rosary beads and chanting scriptures.
"What's going on?"
Feng Qing'an was somewhat confused as he looked at the many Taoist monks who were suddenly very enthusiastic about him, inviting him to their own sects and even promising to open their paradise to him.
It was as if, because of his words, he suddenly became a popular commodity among these cultivators, and whoever got him would be able to become an immortal.
"It's okay, but do you have the intention to practice?"
Not to mention others, even the old beggar at this moment, the look in his eyes when looking at Feng Qingan was very different from before. He now held Feng Qingan's hand with exceptional strength, as if he was not holding a young man's wrist, but the Avenue.
"Senior, what are you talking about? Who wouldn't want to live forever and be free and easy?"
Feng Qing'an really didn't understand why this old Taoist master would ask such a weird question. Who in this world could refuse to practice Taoism?
But Feng Qing'an could clearly feel that after he said this, not only the old beggar in front of him, but also the monks who had originally entered the underworld, and even the many monks on the side, all their gazes, as if real, fell on him.
"Your brother is unwilling to practice cultivation, let alone the desire for immortality!"
The old beggar replied that he had the good fortune to meet the reincarnated immortal, but what surprised him was that no matter how much he displayed his magical powers, the reincarnated immortal had no intention of returning to Taoism to practice and seek the truth.
It's not that he couldn't understand it. After all, he had already walked the road once. Since he chose to start over, why would he walk it again? Naturally, he had to take a different road, and this immortal seemed to have found a completely different road.
Although it looks a bit weird, no matter how weird it is, it is better than entering Buddhism and being kidnapped by those bald donkeys.
When he met the fellow blood relative of the reincarnated immortal king here , he also saw the extraordinary qualities of this second young master who also had innate supernatural powers. However, like his brother, he did not have the slightest trace of Taoist practice on his body, and seemed to be a reincarnated great being who wanted to take a different path!
The old beggar, who had already been rejected once, naturally didn't want to bump into Feng Qing'an again. He was just polite to Feng Qing'an, wanting to get to know him and make some good karma. However, he didn't expect that this person actually said that he wanted to practice cultivation.
