Chapter 223: The Free Monk
Donghuang is coming!
Feng Qing'an stood up, looking somewhat excited. He looked down at the third-grade black lotus that he had just cultivated, feeling the rich innate power of origin in it, and a smile appeared on his face involuntarily.
Dong Huang's promotion this time also boosted his practice. Originally, he wondered how long it would take him to complete the practice of the Heavenly Beast Master, but now it seems that he only needs to refine this third-grade black lotus to condense the tenth soul contract.
As Donghuang is an innate Yin spirit, the original power she fed back can enhance his soul foundation and thus promote the cultivation of soul power. However, this time she survived the heavenly tribulation and gained some different attributes.
His body was also directly affected, but his soul was the biggest affected. Feng Qing'an now felt a swelling sensation between his eyebrows, as if a force was about to burst out and open his third eye.
Of course, this is just a joke. With the pure yang characteristics, Feng Qing'an's eyes are comparable to better than 99% of the divine eyes in the world. Unless the two worlds are separated, nothing can block Feng Qing'an's sight.
"It's time to get ready!"
Feng Qing'an, who had calmed down, turned his gaze towards the giant skeleton. Since the Sky Beast Lord's training was imminent, he would have to make a contract with a spiritual being whose potential or combat power rating was above that of a lord after completing his training.
Whether alive or dead, or even in a more ethereal or unique form, it is all fine. The key is to have one's own spiritual wisdom, so that one can be contracted by him.
At the moment, Feng Qingan’s first choice is naturally the skeleton giant whose spiritualization has been half completed.
The giant skeleton, which had been completely petrified after years of erosion and only had a shape left, now reflected a faint red-gold spiritual glow on its upper body, as if it was about to be resurrected.
According to the evaluation of the spirit of the cave, this giant is already half alive, but Feng Qingan's investigation has found that he still has not yet developed spiritual intelligence, but only has the foundation to develop spiritual intelligence.
According to Feng Qing'an's own assessment, after he has spiritualized the entire body of the giant's skeleton with his soul power, the giant will inevitably develop a weak spirituality that can be contracted by him. As for whether it will have complete thinking, it depends on his subsequent training.
However, according to Feng Qing'an's original plan, his purpose of resurrecting the giant was to find himself a second body for fighting, to completely take over it with the "Spell of Descending Spirits", and to participate in events that he wanted to intervene in but might be dangerous and inconvenient for his original body to attend.
Therefore, Feng Qingan doesn’t really care whether he will have complete consciousness and thinking, as long as it does not affect his ability to take over the giant’s body after the contract.
"Recover quickly! Wanli!"
Feng Qing'an stood on a vertebra of the giant's skeleton, with his palm placed on the rocky joints that had not yet been covered by the spiritual light. He poured the soul power that had just surged into it without reservation.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
The giant, whose upper body was glowing with a faint spiritual glow, remained as silent as in the past years, without any response, except for a flash of fire in the eye sockets of his skull.
Feng Qing'an did not feel any loss about this, he was used to it. During the time he took the giant skeleton away from the underworld, he almost never stopped, taking time out every day to inject soul power into it and give it spirituality.
"now you!"
When the consumption of soul power reached nearly half, Feng Qing'an took a look at the skeleton rock that was endowed with spirituality today, and then stepped on the clouds and flew to a small hill next to the giant skeleton.
On top of a mountain filled with gloomy energy, a sapling that glowed with as warm light as the scorching sun swayed gently, and flames bloomed. A few cooing firebirds appeared on the branches, their bright red eyes filled with a sense of intimacy. They looked at Feng Qingan who had landed in front of the tree, and watched him obediently as he transferred his soul power.
After everything was done, Feng Qing'an didn't need to look for the spirit of the cave. He flashed and when he appeared again, he was back in the yard. Except for Heishan and Senmiao, no one knew that he had left and returned in such a short time.
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"Amitabha!"
A Buddhist chanting with a sense of sorrow and misery was heard. In an unknown barren mountain outside Fengtian City, a monk with a golden pagoda on his head was meditating with his eyes closed. When he heard the Buddhist chanting, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the old monk standing in front of him with a look of sorrow and misery.
"I am sorry to disturb your practice, Master. However, something will happen that will affect the prosperity of our Buddhist sect, so I have the audacity to come and disturb you. Please forgive me, Master!"
"I wonder what you are talking about, senior?"
Yinghai stood up slowly, holding a copper staff. Although he did not hide on purpose, with the blessing of the Seven Treasures Golden Pagoda, if it were not for the great Buddhist monks, they would never be able to find his current whereabouts. The old monk in front of him might have to attain the status of Arhat.
"May I ask why you came across the sea, Master?"
The old monk did not rush to ask for help from the young monk in front of him who was full of murderous aura. Instead, he first asked about his intentions. He crossed such a long sea and came to their Nanhua Continent, carrying so many Buddhist treasures. Did he want to establish the Tianlong Zen Temple here?
"There is nothing important, just to travel in the world and sharpen my Zen mind!"
Yinghai answered calmly, but these words made the old monk in front of him twitch his brows slightly. He didn't believe it. Crossing the sea is not something that can be done just by talking.
Crossing tens of thousands of miles of sea, it is possible to encounter anything, not to mention the dragon species in the sea, there are even relics from ancient times. Even for him now, he would not choose to cross the sea casually, even if there is a flying boat to take, but the flying boat is not infallible.
"That's all?"
The old monk obviously didn't believe it. Taking such a big risk just to sharpen his Zen mind?
Why? Xilan Continent is so vast, but there is no place for a little monk like you to sharpen your mind. Why do you have to cross the sea and run so far? If you have no plans, why take this risk?
"Monks do not tell lies!"
Monk Tianlong looked at the old monk in front of him calmly. His fellow monk did not believe that he came to this continent just to sharpen his Zen mind, but thought that he had some ulterior motive.
Yinghai has gotten used to and adapted to this kind of people, and will not be angry about it. A frog in a well cannot understand the vastness of the world. There are many geniuses in this world who travel across the sea, even if there is a danger of dying halfway.
"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 have the intention of sharpening his Zen mind, but he may also have other intentions.
Buddhist precepts must indeed be observed by monks who want to achieve something, but the effect of telling only part of the truth can sometimes be even better than lying.
"I came here to ask the master to come out of seclusion and bring back a Buddha for my Buddhist sect!"
The old monk didn't care what the intention of this monk from Xilan Continent was. Even if he wanted to establish a career here, he realized now that the power of Buddhism was still too weak in this continent, otherwise why would that group of bigwigs suppress it so much.
“Is there a reincarnation of Buddha here?”
Hearing the old monk's words, even Yinghai's expression became serious and he asked in an earnest tone.
"No, there is a person with wisdom. If we introduce him to Buddhism, he will surely be able to attain Buddhahood!"
Seeing Yinghai's expression, the old monk couldn't help but nod slightly, and was very satisfied with his reaction.
"You have also seen this person. His surname is Feng, his name is Qing'an, and his brother is the reincarnation of the Immortal King!"
"Feng Qingan?"
Yinghai frowned. He had no impression of this name, but a person's face quickly flashed through his mind, and the old monk's words confirmed his guess.
"That was the young man in white who !"
"It's him!"
Recalling that familiar face, Yinghai's brows slowly relaxed. If it was said that he had wisdom and could attain Buddhahood by practicing Buddhism, it didn't seem so strange.
"It seems that the master still has some impression of you. I don't need to use any more tricks!"
"What do you want me to do, Senior?"
"This young man is now surrounded by many Taoist masters. Our Buddhist sect is weak here, so I would like to ask the master to go there and give him the true Buddhist scriptures!"
The old monk was not polite and made a direct request. It didn't sound that difficult, just sending some scriptures over.
But in the current situation, if these monks do such an action, it would be tantamount to a provocation to those Taoist masters. Those Taoist masters will not be polite in such matters. If they are not careful, they can only retain a trace of their true spirit, reincarnate, and start all over again.
Even the old monk himself was not confident that he could deliver the scriptures to Mr. Feng, let alone escape unscathed. He suspected that if he went there himself, there might not be anything left.
It's not that he pities this life, but it's too much of a loss to sacrifice his entire life's practice just to deliver the true scriptures. If he can invite the other party to Buddhism, he doesn't mind starting over again.
The reason why they invited this foreign monk was mainly because of the seven-treasure golden pagoda on his head. The power of this Buddha treasure was well known among the great Buddhists.
Even the Yin Law Realm cannot hold him back, so if he were to deliver the true scripture to the Second Young Master Feng, he wouldn't have to worry about anyone paying the price.
"Send me the Buddhist scriptures?"
Knowing the other party's intention and request, Yinghai fell into deep thought. This request didn't sound excessive, and it could even be called reasonable. But why did he take action? Just because the other party said that this young man has wisdom?
"Yes, Master, if you are not willing, I wonder if you could lend me this golden pagoda. If you can send me the true scripture, I will definitely return it!"
The old monk looked calm and seemed to have taken a step back, but the request he made made Yinghai, who had originally been thinking, look cold in an instant. He looked up at the old monk and then snorted softly.
"It's such a small matter, I'll just go there, what's the difficulty? Where is the true scripture?"
When Tianlong monk said this, he was not simply agreeing to the request of the local temple. More importantly, he also wanted to have a personal chat with the person whose face reminded him of some bad experiences.
“The true scripture is here!”
Seeing that the monk was so easy to talk to, the old monk's face, which was originally full of sadness, suddenly showed a kind look. He stretched out his hand and waved, and piles of Buddhist scriptures that had been sorted out long ago appeared.
"Amitabha!"
Ying Hai was slightly startled when he saw the Buddhist scriptures neatly arranged in front of him, stretching for a mile. He couldn't help but ask,
“How many scriptures are there?”
"One thousand three hundred and fifty-five volumes. These volumes were not produced by a single Buddhist temple, but were collected by all the Buddhist temples together!"
The old monk explained that they did not dare to learn Taoism and send the scriptures to each family one by one. They only had one chance and they had to seize it. They listed all the Buddhist scriptures that each family wanted to send, and some even sent along scriptures for spiritual practice.
There are slight differences between Buddhism and Taoism. Taoism will set up various protection measures for the cultivation methods it has summarized and compiled, and may even deliberately disrupt the content.
But sometimes Buddhists will deliberately send their own practice methods away through various means. As long as you dare to practice, it is equivalent to putting shackles on yourself.
Therefore, there is no need to be surprised when 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, took away all the scriptures that were enough to build a large Buddhist temple.
"I will definitely deliver the true scriptures to you!"
"Thank you, Master!"
"I will go ahead!"
Monk Tianlong did not want to say much to the old monk. He could see that the old monk did not simply want to ask him for help, but perhaps wanted to borrow his Seven Treasures Golden Pagoda.
But how could he give such a treasure to someone else? Even if he was a fellow Buddhist, he would not believe it. What kind of demons and monsters had he not seen on Xilan Continent? He had seen many people disguised as great monks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a steady and powerful knock on the door, and surprised glances came from all directions. The Tianlong monk Yinghai ignored those glances, still stretched out his hand, and knocked on the door rhythmically.
Crunch
There was a dull sound of the door hinge turning, and a yawning, honest-looking head poked out from the crack of the door.
"This Taoist priest..."
But when the man opened his eyes a little wider and saw clearly the face and attire of the person standing outside the door, his originally peaceful expression instantly became distorted.
"master?!"
"Amitabha!"
When Yinghai saw the somewhat familiar man in front of him, he couldn't help but chant a Buddhist name. He had taken the other person's wife away that day and had not had time to deal with her. He didn't expect to run into this man again when he came to the house. There must be cause and effect in the world.
"Master, I am here today. What advice do you have for me?"
After all, the man was no longer the simple and honest man who could only beg for mercy in the past. He had been hanging around in this house for these days and his horizons had been broadened. He had even seen many gods and immortals in operas, books and literature. So, he puffed out his chest and asked loudly.
