Chapter 224 May I ask the donor, do you often deal with ghosts...
"I would like to meet the owner of this place. Could you please pass me on?"
"……Hold on!"
The man pursed his lips and stared at the tall and burly monk in front of him. He wanted to refuse and tell this guy to get out, but he knew his current identity. The only thing he could do was to go in and pass the message and let the young master decide whether the monk should stay or go.
The man went to find Feng Qing'an with an extremely complicated mood.
"Tell him that if he wants to come in, he has to let his wife out first!"
When Feng Qing'an heard that the visitor was actually the Tianlong monk, he thought for a moment and then made a request.
"yes!"
The man, who was originally full of anxiety and uneasiness, showed joy when he heard Feng Qingan's words. He almost ran all the way to the gate of the mansion, looked at the monk who was waiting outside the door with a calm face, and shouted loudly,
"Master, my master said that if you want to enter this door, you must let my wife out, otherwise please leave!"
The man has realized clearly these days that their young master is a sought-after and coveted person even among the gods.
Although the person who came today was a monk, who was completely different from a Taoist priest, there was not much difference. Since he came, he must have something to ask of his young master, so maybe his wife could really be released by the monk in front of him.
"But, your wife has already revealed her true form in this purple gold bowl of mine. She must be released into the courtyard before she can be released. She cannot be released in public and disturb the people!"
Yinghai agreed without much thought, which made the man behind the door look surprised. The surprise came so suddenly that he didn't know how to react.
"Didn't you hear what they said? Open the door quickly and let the master in!"
The sound of the young men's clear voice, like the sound of jade chimes striking each other, rang out behind the man. The man came to his senses and quickly made way. Yinghai had a calm expression, holding a copper staff, he stepped over the threshold and entered the yard.
"Master Yinghai, I am honored to meet you!"
Feng Qing'an looked at the uninvited monk with a smile.
As the saying goes, "No matter how hard you try, you still can't find it; when you find it, it's easy to find." He was originally worried about where to find the monk and fulfill the promise he made, but he didn't expect that the other party would come to him. Although he didn't guarantee that he could fulfill it at the beginning, since he had given hope, it would be best not to let the other party down.
"Amitabha, nice to meet you, Benefactor Feng!"
Seeing this very familiar young man again, Yinghai raised one hand in front of his chest and bowed.
"Master, please don't be so polite. Please release Balang's wife as soon as possible!"
Feng Qing'an urged again and again, looking at this demon-subduing monk with great anticipation.
Upon hearing such a request, Yinghai didn't waste any words. He put down his hand and flipped it lightly. A purple gold bowl appeared in his hand. The water rippled, and then a fish with shining golden scales jumped out of the bowl.
The golden scales swelled up in the air against the wind, and soon became about ten feet in size. Then they fell to the ground with a "pa" sound, and kept bouncing around. However, with a flash of spiritual light, they soon turned into a merman with a fish tail.
"My wife!"
The moment the golden scale appeared, the man couldn't wait to pounce on it. When the golden scale turned into a human body, the man had already hugged the woman's upper body and burst into tears.
"Husband!"
The carp spirit had a look of confusion on his face at this moment, not understanding how he had suddenly escaped from the dark prison.
"Master, this way please!"
Feng Qing'an took a look at the touching scene of the couple's reunion, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he did not stay here for long. He turned and walked towards the courtyard at the back. Tianlong monk Yinghai did not even look at the carp spirit again, and followed him.
"Does the donor have any doubts?"
Even though Feng Qing'an was walking in front of him, Tianlong Shenyinghai seemed to be able to sense what he was thinking and took the initiative to ask.
"I am indeed a little confused, but I never thought that the Zen Master would release the spirit fish so easily!"
Feng Qing'an looked back and saw the tall, strong and handsome monk, who said with a smile.
He went into the underworld to join in the fun, and it's not like he didn't see anything: the Heavenly Dragon Monk had transformed into a golden body and was fighting with the City God in the underworld. He just refused to give in and refused to hand over the spirit fish. He even took out his most valuable treasure and ran away, refusing to hand it over.
Now, just to step into the gate of his house, he released the spirit fish. To some extent, this was like a slap in the face of the City God and gave Feng enough face.
"Not long ago, the Zen Master's impassioned speech in the underworld is still fresh in my memory!"
"Since you are willing to take over this fish monster, I am also willing to help you!"
Ignoring Feng Qing'an's teasing, Tianlong Monk Yinghai explained with a serious face. He did not go against what he said at the beginning, on the contrary, he acted according to what he said.
"Hmm? What does that mean?"
"I see that the husband of this fish demon has become a cleaning servant in the young master's courtyard?"
"He's not a servant. I hired him with my own money!"
Feng Qingan corrected himself, he didn't like treating people like slaves.
"Let's consider it as employment. The husband of this fish demon is under the control of the young master. Now that the couple is reunited, this fish demon is naturally under the control of the young master. If the fish demon causes chaos, will the young master ignore it?"
"Of course I won't ignore it. Not only that, if anyone dares to attack her, it will be considered as an insult to me, and I will not be polite at that time!"
Feng Qingan smiled.
"That's why I am willing to release this monster. If, as the City God said, this monster is placed in a civilian house again, it will cause chaos and take human lives lightly. I will never sit idly by and watch!"
The Tianlong monk expounded his philosophy.
"The Zen master is very righteous!"
Feng Qing'an understood at this time that the Tianlong monk did not kill all the demons. In his opinion, demons could be divided into two categories: those without owners who could be killed, and those with owners who could be kept.
Because the carp spirit's husband worked for him for money, the fish spirit was considered to be under his control after being released. With strong military control, he could allow her to live with others.
However, as before, as a demon, they allowed him to live with mortals because of his kind nature, which made the lives and safety of the mortals around him completely depend on the good and evil of the demons, which he could not tolerate.
After figuring this out, Feng Qingan had another thing he couldn't figure out.
"Since the Zen Master has such an idea, why didn't he explain it to the City God when he was in the underworld? Why didn't he just tell the City God that all the demons must be killed?"
If this Tianlong monk had spoken like this to the City God in the underworld, there would have been no conflict at all.
"That Lord City God has already been too tolerant of demons and monsters. He doesn't need more. What he lacks is the desire to kill them!"
The Tianlong monk responded that he felt that the City God was too merciful towards demons and monsters, so he only told him that all demons should be killed. Anyway, he didn't expect the other party to listen to him. As long as he could listen to part of it and have a little more murderous intent towards demons, it would be good.
"That's all?"
Feng Qing'an, however, was a little skeptical.
"There are no incense gods in Xilan Continent, so I also want to try the magical powers of the City God!"
The Tianlong monk admitted it frankly.
"That's what I said!"
Feng Qing'an laughed. When the Tianlong monk first entered the underworld, it didn't seem like he was going to discuss law with people. It was obvious that he was going in to fight with ghosts and gods. Now it seems that this is really the case. After the conflict with the ghosts and gods, he did have the idea of competing with the strongest ghost or god here.
"Is the Zen Master satisfied?"
"If Master had not given me the golden banner before I left, I would have been stuck in the underworld!"
Such words naturally mean that the Tianlong monk admits that he is not as good as the City God, but Feng Qingan will not underestimate him because he is looking for the City God to fight in the underworld.
The opponent's level of strength is completely inferior to that of the City God. Although the three-headed, six-armed magic body he manifested does have the power to subdue demons, compared to the City God's towering Dharma body, it is no different from an ant. It is not even as big as the City God's palm. But even so, he still fights with the opponent.
"Hahaha, that's because the City God doesn't follow martial ethics!"
Feng Qing'an did not ignore the battle. The big tripod that the City God turned out at the end was a sacred artifact that had been worshipped and sacrificed by the people of Fengtian City for an unknown period of time.
"Defeat is defeat, there is nothing wrong with admitting it. I am a poor monk with limited magical powers, and I provoked the gods and ghosts, so I deserve this fate!"
"Okay, I haven't asked you yet, what is the matter with you, Master, visiting me?"
It was then that Feng Qing'an asked about the purpose of the Tianlong monk's visit. Although he could guess it about 80% of the time, he still had to confirm it.
"A senior monk asked me to bring you the Buddhist scriptures, so I came to visit you!"
"The true Buddhist scriptures?"
When Feng Qing'an heard this, he subconsciously wanted to refuse. He also understood what those bald donkeys in the underworld were planning when they were suppressed by the Taoist masters and could not raise their heads.
If he wanted to practice cultivation, of course he would choose Taoism instead of Buddhism which had many strict rules and levels. He had no interest in vegetarianism or chanting Buddhist scriptures.
However, before he said the words of refusal, Feng Qing'an remembered what Dong Huang had said to him. In the Taoist sect, there are often people with advanced cultivation who use Buddhist scriptures to sharpen their Taoist minds and test their own cultivation.
"show me!"
Since the true scriptures were delivered to his doorstep for free, Feng Qingan would rather accept it than refuse it. He changed his mind in an instant.
Even if you don't cultivate Buddhist supernatural powers, it's good to use it as a whetstone to sharpen yourself.
"There are too many of them. Sir, you should find an open area!"
The celestial dragon monk Yinghai suggested kindly.
Although he came here to deliver the true scriptures, even he felt that the scriptures prepared by the local monks were too many and he wondered if there were any overlaps.
"many?"
Feng Qing'an did not look down on it, but took it very seriously. After all, for a cultivator, the amount of experience he had was probably beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
A moment later, Tianlong Monk was led by Feng Qing'an to a clean and tidy warehouse. When he placed piles of sorted Buddhist scriptures in front of Feng Qing'an and gradually filled up this spacious warehouse, even Feng Qing'an was shocked.
"so much?"
"According to the senior who found me, this is the accumulation of more than a dozen Buddhist temples!"
The Tianlong monk simply sold out the local monks, and he did not agree to keep anything secret for them.
"I see!"
Feng Qingan nodded slightly. If that the case, it would be normal. But the number was indeed too much.
"Want to see it?"
"Um!"
Feng Qing'an, who had already read quite a few Taoist scriptures, picked up a scripture at random, held it in his hand and began to read. The Buddhist principles, which were originally obscure and difficult to understand for ordinary people, were imprinted in Feng Qing'an's eyes as if he were reading the lines on the palm of his hand. The Buddhist truths contained in them were unconcealed.
A faint ray of Buddha's light appeared behind Feng Qing'an, outlining the shape of an incomplete lotus. As Feng Qing'an flipped through the Buddhist scriptures, the structure of the lotus became more complete.
Seeing this scene, even the Tianlong monk who was mentally prepared could not help but recite scriptures silently in his heart to stabilize his Zen mind.
It was not that he could not see that Feng Qing'an was not interested in their Buddhist scriptures and was even a little repulsive. He did not know why he agreed to accept them.
Even with such a mentality, such a strange vision could be manifested by casually flipping through the Buddhist scriptures. How could those monks who were devoted to comprehending Buddhism deal with it?
"Um?!"
The Tianlong monk, with his eyes slightly drooped, who didn't want to see this scene, seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly raised his head, and his pupils, which were originally no different from those of ordinary people, were suddenly infected by a layer of gold. In the end, they turned into golden vertical pupils, as if a Buddhist dragon had opened its eyes.
In his eyes, he saw that the young man in white was covered by a layer of hazy fairy light, but above his head there was a golden pagoda with seven treasures, which was looming and helped him to break some of the confusing power and see clearly the "black air" lingering around Feng Qing'an.
"How could this be?"
The moment he saw the black gas, Yinghai's face suddenly showed confusion and puzzlement, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible.
" Master ? What's wrong with you? Why do you have such an expression?"
Feng Qing'an had finished reading the Buddhist scripture in his hand and threw it back to its original place. When he looked up, he saw the strange expression on the Tianlong monk's face and asked.
"Amitabha, please forgive me for being so presumptuous. I would like to ask Mr. Feng, do you often make peace with the ghosts in the underworld?"
Seeing the golden lotus behind Feng Qing'an shattered and disappeared as he threw out the Buddhist scriptures, the upright monk no longer held back and asked directly.
"What is this Master saying?"
Feng Qing'an raised his eyebrows and said, to be honest, this bald donkey has some vision and should have seen something, but his mistake is too outrageous.
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who seeks out ghosts for pleasure? But I'm still a pure Yang body without any leaks!"
"But I see something on you... Yes, your wisdom must have been clouded!"
The Tianlong monk suddenly shut up, with a look of realization in his eyes, and then he changed his words,
"Would you allow me to stay in your house for a while? I don't ask for much, just a place to stay!"
