Chapter 240: Seizing the inheritance, the hand of Buddha
"Donor Feng, please enter the six realms of reincarnation!"
When the golden body of Buddha collided with the body of the giant, all six arms were turned into powder. This cave world was all helping Feng Qing'an. Yinghai fell into a disadvantage in this simple confrontation and seemed to have no resistance. Even one of his heads was shattered in the fierce wind and lightning. However, when the only other head hit the giant's chest hard, Feng Qing'an realized something was wrong.
He could see that the six light wheels behind the Tianlong monk turned into a stream of light, which flowed along the place where the monk's golden head was knocked and fell into the body of the Longbo giant. An indescribable power spread in the giant's body and touched his soul before he could react.
Feng Qing'an could feel a pulling force acting on his soul, as if trying to draw his soul into the so-called six realms of reincarnation.
Although he didn't know what would happen, Feng Qing'an's alertness was instantly raised to the extreme. But just when he was prepared for the worst and even asked Donghuang for help.
The golden head that hit the giant's chest suddenly exploded. At this moment, Yinghai, who was left with only a head, suddenly raised his head and stared at the Longbo giant who was looking down at him expressionlessly. An expression of disbelief emerged on his face, and then he suddenly realized.
"So you are the reincarnation of the Immortal King!"
Phew~
The moment he finished speaking, Yinghai opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of golden blood. However, this was nothing, because at this moment, blood was spurting out all over his body like a fountain.
"What did you do to me?"
Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and grabbed the Yinghai in his hand. However, the golden body of the Dharma image, which was only thirty-six feet long, was nothing more than a toy in the palm of the hand for the giant who was one hundred and fifty feet long.
If Yinghai had not had many Buddhist treasures protecting his body, Feng Qingan would have taken him down long ago. The strength of this giant Longbo's body was beyond Feng Qingan's and also beyond Yinghai's expectations.
Therefore, when Feng Qing'an used his physical characteristics to force the giant's body to move, he gained an absolute advantage. Even if the Tianlong monk could shatter the crystals filling the gaps between the giant's bones and armor, under the characteristics of Kun Shen, this was just an "injury" that could be recovered in just a few breaths.
Feng Qing'an, who had a ruined cave as his backup, was naturally fearless and had no scruples when he was exchanging injuries and engaging in a head-on collision with the Tianlong monk.
However, although Feng Qing'an was confident of victory, he still couldn't understand why the Tianlong monk had just hit the giant's chest with his head.
He thought that this guy had used some magical power to give him a hard blow, relying on which to turn the tables and reverse the disadvantageous situation. However, in the end, he felt nothing. Instead, this guy seemed to have been drained of his energy and showed a decadent look.
"I have been defeated. I will do whatever you want with me!"
New vitality sprouted on the broken golden body. The six broken arms grew again, and the two shattered heads also wanted to regenerate. However, the will to control such a powerful body was defeated.
"Want to divert attention? Be honest and answer whatever I ask. What on earth did you just do to me?"
He grasped Yinghai's hand and clenched it hard. With a burst of crisp and intensive explosions, strands of golden blood flowed down from the gaps in the giant's palm.
Yinghai, who had just recovered, was hit hard again. At this moment, his golden body was like a yellow bag filled with broken bones and minced meat.
"I wish to lead your soul into the six realms of reincarnation, cleanse it of all worldly desires, and return it to the right path."
Hearing Feng Qing'an's question and feeling the pain coming from all parts of his body, Yinghai smiled miserably.
Just now, he discovered that the great supernatural powers he had worked so hard to cultivate were actually useless against the person in front of him. He couldn't even shake his soul in the slightest.
Only then did he realize that this Young Master Feng was not the reincarnation of a celestial being at all. He was clearly the reincarnation of the immortal king that those Taoist masters and monks outside were madly pursuing.
Unfortunately, he found out too late, and now he can't even pass on this message.
And there was another point that he couldn't understand. If the person in front of him was the reincarnation of an immortal, then how talented must his brother be that he could overshadow him and cause those Taoist masters and monks to misjudge him?
A person like his senior brother?
"You have the ability to lead me into reincarnation?"
Feng Qing'an immediately showed a look of doubt. If these words were said by the City God, he might believe them a little. After all, ghosts and gods do have the divine power to guide ghosts and wild ghosts into reincarnation.
But what was the monk's basis? Was it because he was good at reciting scriptures? In Buddhism, one can preserve one's true spirit and wisdom in the cycle of reincarnation, which is the level of a high-level monk. How could he just lead a being with a long life and good fortune like him into the cycle of reincarnation? What a joke!
"It is similar to an illusion, and can allow the donor to experience hundreds of reincarnations in the six realms in an instant."
Even though he ended up in such a miserable state, when hearing Feng Qing'an's question, Yinghai still explained that this was the most unpredictable magical power among the inheritance he had received, but he also remembered the taboos in it.
You must never use this technique on those who are at a higher level of spiritual practice, especially those who are higher in status than you, especially those who have already attained enlightenment or even achieved spiritual enlightenment.
"But it doesn't work for me?"
Feng Qing'an suddenly realized why the head in the middle of Yinghai's golden body suddenly exploded. It was because of the backlash of the magical power that caused it to suffer severe damage.
"Amitabha!"
Yinghai lowered his head, unwilling to answer, and Feng Qingan did not ask any more questions. He probably understood why this magical power that could instantly turn the tide of the battle had failed.
Physical characteristics: Pure Yang
[Immune to all evil, free from all delusion, the three souls are eternal, the spirit is not lost]
His physical characteristics, which are usually inconspicuous and even have no sense of existence, can instantly determine the outcome of the battle at such a critical moment, making his magical powers that might have caused him to fail ineffective.
The magical power that can make the soul of an ordinary cultivator go through hundreds of reincarnations in an instant is terrifying to think about. If one has malicious intentions, what will become of the soul that returns after hundreds of reincarnations?
"Six Paths of Reincarnation? Those monks haven't given up yet and even left behind a legacy. Unbelievable!"
At this time, nine huge heads looked down from high in the sky, observing the monk held in Feng Qing'an's hands from all directions.
Roar
There was a shadow of a heavenly dragon looming on Yinghai's body. At this moment, the monk's only head was left, and his eyes turned into vertical pupils. He sensed something, but in his sight, he found nothing and could see nothing.
However, his spiritual perception made him feel that there was some huge existence spying on him.
"Have you heard of the six realms of reincarnation?"
The Longbo giant tilted his head slightly, and Feng Qing'an looked at the cave spirit that had come out to join in the fun.
"This little bald donkey has noticed my presence."
The spirit of the cave did not answer Feng Qing'an, but was amazed. Just as Feng Qing'an's eyes narrowed slightly and his expression gradually became unfriendly,
"There's something wrong with this guy's true spirit."
"What's wrong?"
"It smells very familiar."
As he spoke, the head of the cave spirit came closer, stretched out its head to sniff the giant's palm, and then sneezed with a look of disgust.
"I knew it was the smell of those golden loaches."
"Golden loach?"
"It is the Tianlong of Buddhism."
The spirit of the cave immediately explained,
"When the Great Sage roamed the world, there was an old bald donkey with extraordinary cultivation. He built a dragon-transforming pond, known as the Scales of Heaven and Earth. As long as one enters the pond and rolls around, he will be transformed into a dragon."
“So amazing?”
After hearing about this incident which happened in who knows how long ago, Feng Qing'an became interested. This was mainly because the content was truly shocking enough. How could the Dragon Transformation Pond be so magical?
"It's just a facade. After entering the Dragon Transformation Pond, one can indeed grow dragon scales, dragon horns, and dragon skin, but it's just an empty dragon shape. If it fights with a real dragon, ten Buddhist heavenly dragons will only be devoured. The dragon clan will not recognize those hybrids that enter the Dragon Transformation Pond and look like real dragons."
The spirit of the cave told Feng Qingan the secrets of ancient times with a little pride.
"The old bald donkey who built the Dragon Pond was too ostentatious and brought disaster upon himself. Not only was the Dragon Pond destroyed, but all the loaches that had grown dragon scales and dragon skin after entering the pond were also killed."
"So, this monk is the Buddhist Tianlong from back then?"
"It's almost the same. My master also swallowed a few of them in the past and tasted the flavor of Buddhist dragons. I can remember the taste of dragons. I can't be wrong. This bald donkey should have been a Buddhist dragon in his previous life, and a leader among them. Maybe he could compete with a real dragon."
"Buddhist Tianlong? Tianlong Temple, that's interesting."
Feng Qing'an seemed to be thinking about something, and the look on his face when he looked at the Tianlong Monk in his hand was very different.
Although the tone of the cave spirit's description was very contemptuous, and even said that a real dragon could defeat ten Buddhist dragons at once, the one that could be used as a comparison was a real dragon.
"Master, there is something on this bald donkey. Do you want me to help you extract his soul? He should have the inheritance of the six reincarnations. I can help you torture it out."
While Feng Qing'an was thinking, the spirit of the cave enthusiastically recommended himself, but this guy's unusual behavior immediately aroused Feng Qing'an's vigilance.
"Are you interested in the six realms of reincarnation?"
"When the owner of the cave was still alive, a powerful person had already proposed the six realms of reincarnation. I didn't expect it to still exist now. I want to see how perfect it is. Maybe I can learn from it and use it to repair the cave."
The spirit of the cave did not hide anything and answered truthfully. It was a win-win situation for both parties. He got the inheritance, and his master would not suffer any loss.
“Well, let’s try it!”
The spirit of the cave confessed honestly, and Feng Qing'an nodded in agreement after a brief thought.
Although the Tianlong monk claimed that he was doing this for his own good and wanted to lead him back to the so-called right path, Feng Qingan really did not want to appreciate this favor or accept this kindness.
"Okay, you go and rest first, I will take care of this little bald donkey. I will definitely torture him to get all the six paths of inheritance that he knows without missing a single word."
Hearing Feng Qing'an's approval, the spirit of the cave became excited, and the giant loosened his hand. The power of the spirit of the cave was enough to compete with Donghuang.
Ying Hai, whose whole body was imprisoned, suddenly regained his freedom, but the giant's loosened hand did not make him feel happy. Instead, a creepy sense of crisis rose in his heart. The next moment, it was as expected.
ah--
Even the Buddhist monk who had observed the precepts and practiced for many years could not help but roar at this moment. There was an invisible and unknown existence that was forcibly spying on the Six Paths inheritance that he had just obtained not long ago.
That was relying on magical powers, treating his soul as a book and forcefully flipping through it. But how could a living being's soul be a book that could be turned over page by page? The pain that Ying Hai felt at this time was like his soul being peeled off layer by layer.
"Interesting... Not bad, not bad. All these years of waiting have paid off. There has indeed been some progress... This may be used in the Great Circulation of the Cave Heaven..."
While ensuring that Yinghai's soul did not collapse, the spirit of the cave sky flipped over his soul as it pleased, and its interest grew higher and higher as it watched.
Such a posture immediately made Feng Qing'an's gaze fall on Yinghai. He stared at him closely, and his heart became more curious about the six realms of reincarnation.
Although the magical powers related to the Six Paths of Reincarnation that Yinghai used had no effect on him, it did not mean that the magical powers were ineffective. After all, he was indeed somewhat special.
But even though he was in the mood, Feng Qing'an did not interrupt the spirit of the cave, but waited patiently. However, accompanied by an imperceptible sound of breaking, the spirit of the cave, which was originally in high spirits, suddenly changed color.
"It's going to happen!"
"What did you do?"
Feng Qing'an's expression also changed suddenly at this moment, and he felt the crisis that was about to come.
"There was a seal left in his soul that I didn't notice, and it was triggered!"
The spirit of the cave realized that something was wrong and quickly reminded Feng Qing'an that it had just become a little too proud of itself.
“Fuck!”
Feng Qing'an had just cursed when a palm shining with golden light suddenly tore through the void, reached out from the other side which was unknown how far away, and grabbed the half-dead Tianlong monk Yinghai.
"Amitabha!"
A chant of Buddha's name filled with endless anger rang out, flowers fell from the sky, golden lotuses emerged from the ground, and the sky full of golden light instantly filled this layer of cave heaven. The shadow of a giant Buddha appeared in this layer of cave heaven along with the chanting sounds one after another.
The next moment, the golden light in the sky was dyed with a layer of crimson, and the golden lotus falling from the sky also began to burn fiercely, and was about to evolve into a red lotus fire, burning everything.
Unspeakable pressure, along with the manifestation of Buddha's Dharma image, bombarded Feng Qing'an's mind, so that he was even unable to maintain the fusion state with the Longbo giant. He turned into a ray of light and appeared on the giant's head.
“…”
The Buddha, who was about to evolve into a wrathful form, looked at the figure of the young man above the giant's head. Especially when he saw the young man's facial features, the blazing fire of karma stagnated. Then, without saying a word, the Buddha's light in the sky converged, and he, along with the Heavenly Dragon Monk, went directly into the crack in the void and disappeared.
"What's going on?"
The spirit of the cave, which was about to send Feng Qing'an away, was stunned when he saw the elder monk suddenly stop and walk away. He didn't understand what was going on.
In the situation just now, it was understandable that the whole layer of the cave was destroyed directly in a rage. After all, it knew how excessive what it had done to the little monk was.
“…”
Feng Qing'an also said nothing and reached out to touch his face.
