Chapter 228: Living in the Netherworld
"Repeated harvest? So that's what you were thinking!"
Feng Qing'an finally understood what Tianlong Monk Yinghai was in Donghuang's eyes.
The strength of this monk is not worth mentioning in Donghuang's eyes, but the valuable treasures held by the other party are worthy of his attention. So, the so-called great fortune can be repeatedly reaped by stealing treasures?
"This monk will come to seek revenge on me soon, bringing with him a treasure no less valuable than the golden pagoda!"
Dong Huang seemed to be proficient in divination. Most of the time, his face was extremely indifferent, but now he smiled as he looked at Feng Qingan.
"Do you believe it?"
"Have you ever met anyone like that?"
Feng Qing'an saw Dong Huang's expression and understood clearly that if he had not encountered a similar incident, how could he have figured out how to deal with Tianlong Monk Yinghai in such a short time and even anticipated the next harvest.
"good."
Dong Huang confirmed Feng Qingan's idea, and what he said next basically matched Feng Qingan's guess.
"People like this who are blessed with great fortune are born with a miracle. No matter what they do, it is almost as if their dreams come true. Once people of the same generation meet them, they will often become their stepping stones and find it difficult to achieve anything!"
"But Yinghai is not a Buddhist."
Feng Qingan reminded that if he was described like this, Yinghai should be a Buddhist disciple of Tianlong Temple, not the nameless monk he claimed to be.
"He lost the battle with his senior brother for the position of Buddha's disciple. He admitted this himself."
"This just shows that he has great luck. This golden pagoda is a clear proof of this. However, the current Buddhist disciples of Tianlong Temple should have even more prosperous luck."
Dong Huang thought for a moment and then responded to Feng Qing'an's confusion.
"Is that so? According to what you mean, doesn't that mean that only people with great luck can be disciples of Buddhism or disciples of Taoism?"
Feng Qingan frowned slightly.
"Destiny is determined by heaven, but destiny can be determined by oneself!"
Dong Huang looked meaningfully at the boy who seemed to be in confusion.
"In this world, since ancient times, no one's luck has been constant. Luck can be seized and transferred. Even a person who is doomed to fail can still be blessed with purple luck!"
The Lord of the Netherworld Kingdom opened his palms and spread them in front of the young man. The golden pagoda with pearls hanging on the four sides emitted a dazzling precious light.
"This golden pagoda represents part of the luck of the monk just now. If I took it away, it means that he lost a part. If you get it, you will gain a part of luck."
"I see!"
After hearing Dong Huang's words, Feng Qing'an was completely awakened.
"Those Buddhists and Taoists did not sit in this position because they had great luck, but after they sat in this position, they had great luck!"
"If the position of a person, which is related to the inheritance of lifeblood, is determined by the amount of luck, then everyone should just practice the art of looking at qi. Why would they practice Taoism or seek truth?"
Dong Huang chuckled.
"So this Tianlong monk is a person who is born with great luck?"
"Half and half, this monk was born with good luck, but the luck he has now is not all innate, he also has some self-cultivation. Unfortunately, it has been taken away by someone once!"
The King of Youhuang sighed softly, as if he had some regrets.
"oh!"
Feng Qing'an nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
Yinghai should have been born with a good starting point, and he also worked hard, but his supernatural power was no match for fate, and he was still beaten thoroughly by his senior brother. Now he fell for the second time at the hands of Donghuang.
"By the way, Donghuang, have you learned the art of seeing qi?"
"I know a little bit."
"That……"
"As for the way of luck, in my opinion, you don't need to worry about it, just practice it with peace of mind. If you have the power to pacify the world, all the luck in the world will belong to you. This is not something that can be achieved by practicing the art of looking at qi."
"Thank you for your guidance, Lord. I will learn from you!"
Feng Qing'an bowed to Dong Huang in a formal manner, but this made the Lord of You Huang laugh out loud.
"If you really want to learn from me, you should thank me properly. There's no need for such empty formalities!"
As he spoke, the Buddha's light and negative energy all dissipated, and Donghuang, who had already controlled the Seven Treasures Golden Pagoda, tore away the Dharma Domain. Even after years of erosion, there was still a unique spiritual aura of the Overlord Dragon Turtle appearing before his eyes.
"I will definitely not disappoint the king."
Feng Qing'an threw all distracting thoughts behind him and took a few steps forward. However, when he hugged Dong Huang, he suddenly remembered something and looked into the darkness around him.
"By the way, there's no one spying around here, right?"
Feng Qing'an felt that his thoughts were still relatively conservative. He couldn't accept being watched by others for the time being, and he probably wouldn't be able to accept it for a long time in the future.
"With me here, what are you still worried about?"
Dong Huang chuckled, lowered his head and leaned forward. The feeling he had not experienced for a long time made the king narrow his eyes slightly, and a look of satisfaction appeared unconsciously on his delicate facial features that seemed to be carved from flawless jade.
"Um?"
Feng Qing'an, who had just come into contact with Dong Huang after he had transcended the tribulation, immediately sensed something was wrong and widened his eyes slightly. However, in this situation, there was no room for him to speak.
When the moon passed the zenith and the stars were hidden behind the clouds, the Lord of Youhuang, who was still not satisfied, let the boy go. He had already tasted a different wind and asked,
"What's your physique?"
"Can you taste the change?"
Dong Huang felt that the mysterious source in his body was further filled and fulfilled. A hint of charm appeared on his usually indifferent face, which stunned Feng Qingan for a moment.
"If I can't even notice this, how slow must I be?"
Feng Qingan smiled helplessly.
Although the Donghuang in front of him seemed to have not changed much from the past, except that his strength level had reached a higher level, but after actually coming into contact with him, Feng Qingan was certain that the Lord of Youhuang had undergone a fundamental transformation compared to before.
The original Dong Huang was a true innate Yin spirit. Not only was her body icy cold, but she also did not have any characteristics of a living being in the world. If she had not contracted with the Chiyang Tree, Feng Qingan would never have been able to have any intimate behavior with her.
This is also the reason why Donghuang had found the Chiyang Flower for him. The separation of Yin and Yang is not just talk. If one does not have special magical powers or physical condition, rashly coming into contact with the underworld ghosts will really damage one's lifespan and lose one's vitality.
And now, although it is still determined to be a congenital Yin spirit, after Feng Qingan's contact with it, it can be basically confirmed that she is breaking free from the congenital shackles.
Donghuang's body no longer had the original coldness, but instead had a hint of warmth. Although not as strong as that of human beings, the transformation from yin to yang had already occurred.
If Dong Huang continued along the current path, perhaps she would transform from an innate Yin spirit to an innate Yang spirit. Once the change from extreme Yin to extreme Yang was completed, Dong Huang might be able to ascend to a realm that she could never have imagined in her previous life, and become a celestial being.
Feng Qingan, who has read a lot of Taoist scriptures, is no longer the young man who was ignorant of spiritual practice.
He also knew what Pure Yang meant in Taoism. As an innate Yin spirit, if he could reach the Pure Yang realm, then everything would change.
However, this road is destined to be difficult, and the netherworld calamity, which is far more terrifying than the human world, is proof of this.
"That's true."
Dong Huang nodded slightly, agreeing with Feng Qing'an's statement. She then leaned over and leaned close to Feng Qing'an's ear, and breathed a warm breath into Feng Qing'an's ear.
"However, after I survived the catastrophe, the changes I experienced were more than just this. Do you want to learn more about it?"
"That's exactly what I want!"
The young man naturally did not hesitate, and stretched out his hands, ready to hug the king in front of him by the waist. However, before he could hug him, he felt dizzy and his whole body was lying on Donghuang's chest.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to do as you wish!"
"Put me down!"
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Coo coo
Coo coo
When the morning sun shone through the window into the room, the young man woke up to the chirping of three fireflies with bright red feathers like burning flames. However, when he saw the small golden pagoda that looked like a banner but not a banner and a little like a canopy thrown in front of his chest, he showed a bit of shame and anger on his face with a bit of unsatisfied feeling.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Qing'an grabbed the golden pagoda, whose golden light had been completely restrained, and looked at the Lord of Youhuang who was stretching his body facing the rising sun in front of him. This man got up from his bed early in the morning and threw such a treasure into his hands. What did he think of him?
Although he knew that the other party had no such intention, this subtle feeling of familiarity made him very concerned.
"I'll give it to you. I have already wiped off all traces of this golden pagoda last night. Even you can refine and use it. This is a rare treasure that can protect your life!"
Seeing that Feng Qingan seemed a little disgusted, Dong Huang began to tell the story.
If she didn't think this treasure was good, why would she go to so much trouble to seize it?
"This golden pagoda belongs to the Tianlong monk. If you give it to me, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
Feng Qing'an was somewhat tempted when he learned about the efficacy of this Buddhist treasure, but he also remembered clearly that this was not a weed on the roadside that anyone could take.
This item was forcibly taken away by Donghuang. He took it out and used it openly. There was no doubt that he would get into trouble. This treasure is now famous in Dajin.
"If you get into trouble, just call me. This golden pagoda is much stronger than the dragon armor I gave you!"
Dong Huang said in a calm tone.
Although the glory she had in her previous life had declined and disappeared, she was not someone who could be bullied by anyone now. She could still control a mere Buddhist temple.
Chant
Hearing Dong Huang's words, a small golden dragon head poked out from the window and made a sound of grievance. Feng Qing'an looked up and waved at it.
"Minglong, come!"
When he and Dong Huang got on the bed last night, he did not forget to throw away all the guys who were in the way, including Minglong who was entangled with him.
Chant
Hearing Feng Qing'an's call, the aggrieved little golden dragon, which had been guarding outside the yard for most of the night, suddenly exhaled a few wisps of cloud and rushed towards Feng Qing'an, shaking its head. However, before it could rush into Feng Qing'an's arms, it was caught by five slender and powerful hands.
"I never thought that the dragon armor I just casually gave you would be cultivated into this shape by you!"
After holding the little golden-scaled dragon in his hand and playing with it for a while, Dong Huang let go of it, his words full of admiration.
She really didn't expect that the armor that she had specially made for Feng Qing'an would now turn into an appearance that was exactly the same as that of a living creature. Even compared with a real dragon, it only lacked flesh and blood and vigorous blood, but that was nothing.
"It's just a coincidence. This little guy works very hard."
Feng Qing'an was naturally extremely satisfied with Minglong. Who in this world could refuse a set of armor that could actively practice and hone its skills?
"Really?"
Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, Dong Huang stretched out his hand again, and took Ming Long back from his arms. He looked at him carefully for a moment, with a thoughtful look on his face.
She had also heard Feng Qing'an mention the abnormality of this dragon armor. She was not surprised that Feng Qing'an had endowed the armor, which was originally just a physical object, with spirituality and turned it into an appearance that was no different from a living thing. Rather, she thought that this was normal. However, it was a little unbelievable that he was so diligent and studious.
"Maybe I know why this little guy is so abnormal."
"Hmm? What's the reason?"
"It has the dragon heritage, but its heritage is basically incomplete and useless. Perhaps because of this reason, it instinctively craves knowledge and wants to complete the heritage."
"Is that so?"
After hearing Dong Huang's explanation, Feng Qing'an nodded unconsciously. This could explain why Tongminglong was so incomplete. At the moment of birth, the little guy realized that he was incomplete.
"If that's all you need, then it's easy to solve. What I have the most right now are the Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures."
"Well, you can let it have a look, but you'd better let it read the Taoist scriptures first, and then let it touch the Buddhist scriptures."
"I know."
Feng Qingan knew that there were probably traps in nine out of ten Buddhist scriptures. If a normal cultivator was unprepared and rashly came into contact with them, he would convert to Buddhism while learning.
"Please take some and let me see it first."
"good."
Feng Qing'an agreed readily and took out a stack of scriptures with a wave of his hand, which he always carried with him.
"What do you think about ?"
Donghuang took a scroll of scriptures and asked casually.
"What can I think? Those Taoists who want to take me in as a disciple are not as good as you. After you finish reading these Taoist scriptures, can't I just follow you to learn? I don't have to follow the rules and regulations, and I can be free and easy."
Feng Qingan's idea was very good. With a guide, there was no need to go into the mountain gate. The world is so big, there's no place that can't be reached.
"I cannot stay in the human world for long to teach you how to practice."
Donghuang shook her head. No matter how special her background was, it was already quite good for her to be able to travel to the human world, but she couldn't live there for a long time.
"You cannot live in the human world for long, but I can live in the netherworld forever!"
Feng Qingan blurted out without even thinking.
