Chapter 352: Dragon Pond
The peaks are covered with colorful clouds, the sky is full of auspicious clouds, the golden dragon lies steadily, the jade tiger is safe, the black rabbit comes and goes freely, and the tortoise and snake circle around you. The red phoenix and the blue luan are in high spirits, the black ape and the white deer are in high spirits, there are eight kinds of exotic flowers, four kinds of fairy fruits, tall pines and ancient cypresses, green cypresses and bamboos, five-color plum blossoms and fruits, and peaches that ripen and are fresh. Thousands of fruits and flowers compete for beauty, and the auspicious clouds are everywhere.
"Is this the Tianlong Zen Temple?!"
When everything in front of him returned to clarity, Feng Qing'an was shocked by what he saw. Although he knew that there were many holy places with eternal heritage in the world, this was the first one he had seen with his own eyes.
"Meet the Buddha!"
Fayuan did not answer. The nuns and samaneras standing under the pines and cypresses all bowed to Fayuan who suddenly appeared. Then someone spoke up to answer Feng Qingan.
"Reporting to the young donor, this is the Tianlong Zen Temple."
"Your Zen temple is really big!"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help but complain. With his current magical powers, even if he strained his eyesight, he couldn't see the end of the sacred mountain pure land, nor did he know how vast it was. However, the abundance of spiritual energy was not inferior to the blessed land of caves and paradise.
"If you are curious, just wander around here!"
Fayuan knew that this was the first time that Feng Qing'an entered the holy land of cultivation that had been passed down for thousands of years. Since he had brought him here, it was natural for him to see it for himself. Seeing is believing, and descriptions with words are often extremely inadequate.
"Buddha, I am willing to guide you."
As soon as Fayuan finished speaking, a brave novice monk stepped forward and volunteered to be Feng Qingan's guide. Looking at Feng Qingan's face, one could tell what the relationship between the two of them was. It was an obvious thing.
"No need. There are no dangerous places or demon caves in the Zen temple. There is no danger at all. He does not need anyone to guide him. Just let him walk as he pleases."
Fayuan refused outright, which made Feng Qing'an a little surprised. It was such a big Buddhist temple, and he was allowed to walk around casually. Not to mention whether it was appropriate or not, he felt a little guilty about it. He didn't believe that these monks would not arrange something inside their own mountain gate.
"You can walk freely wherever there is no one blocking you. If someone blocks you, don't move forward."
Seeing Feng Qing'an's doubts, Fayuan spoke to Feng Qing'an again, and then, without waiting for Feng Qing'an's reaction, he took a step forward and disappeared right in front of him.
"I'll wait for you here in ten days."
As the sound lingered, Feng Qing'an stood somewhat dazedly in the completely unfamiliar Buddhist Pure Land, surrounded by a group of monks, including samaneras and nuns, whose expressions were equally complicated.
Anyone with eyes can see the relationship between this young man in front of him, who is definitely not a Buddhist disciple, and his disciples. It is because of this relationship that he is allowed to walk around in their Zen temple. This is too absurd. Even if he is a Buddhist, how can he abuse his power for personal gain?
"Masters, can I walk around your Zen temple?"
Being stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes, Feng Qing'an felt a little pressured. Being in a completely unfamiliar environment, Feng Qing'an was also a little reserved and appeared very polite, just like a nobleman who was born in a wealthy family and received a good education since childhood.
"Since the Buddha has spoken, the donor can walk freely without any scruples."
A young monk answered with a slight smile on his face and a very friendly attitude.
"I'm not very familiar with this place. Is there anyone among you who is more convenient? Give me directions."
Feng Qing'an rubbed his hands as if he was a little embarrassed. If possible, he wanted to find a guide who was familiar with the environment instead of running around like a headless fly.
What if he really entered some place he shouldn't have entered, such as a secret place like the Sutra Repository, and saw something he shouldn't have seen? For the sake of his eldest brother, he wouldn't be disfigured, but he would be required to become a monk. What should he do then?
"Donor, the Buddha has spoken, you can go wherever you want."
Many novice monks also showed embarrassment on their faces. If nothing else, they also wanted to be familiar with this face. But the problem was that the Buddha had already spoken, and they dared not disobey, let alone not follow it.
Feng Qing'an also realized this and stopped making things difficult for these little monks and nuns. He looked around at the majestic mountains and suddenly, a loud dragon roar was heard. Then, Feng Qing'an saw a golden dragon, with its claws stepping on auspicious clouds and auspicious aura around its body. It soared into the sky, coiled in the clouds, and overlooked the mountains.
Great and powerful heavenly dragon!
This is a real celestial dragon, a powerful creature with flesh and blood, and not some magical power formed by the golden light of Buddhism. Just based on this celestial dragon, the name of Tianlong Zen Temple is well-deserved.
"What is that place?"
Feng Qing'an looked at the direction where the dragon was flying and asked the novice monk beside him.
So far, he has come into contact with quite a few dragons, but he has never seen a real dragon. But now, in this holy land of Buddhism, he has seen a celestial dragon whose appearance is exactly the same as a real dragon.
Although as far as he knew, the celestial dragons were just imitations and even ten of them together might not be enough to defeat a real dragon, but just this alone was enough to shock everyone.
"That's where the Dragon Transformation Pond is."
Sha Ming replied, and Feng Qing'an turned his head in shock.
"Dragon Transformation Pond?! Why do you have a Dragon Transformation Pond here?"
"This temple is called Tianlong Zen Temple, so it must have a Dragon Transformation Pond that can transform all scaly creatures in the world into dragons. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Seeing Feng Qingan's surprised look, the little monk also blinked in confusion, not understanding why the donor had such an attitude. Isn't this a very normal thing? What's so surprising?
"But I heard that the Buddhist Dragon Pond..."
Feng Qingan originally wanted to ask if the Dragon Pond of the Buddhist sect had been destroyed by the dragon clan, but he could imagine that the information he had obtained was from the memory of an ancient demon from a very long time ago.
This news is totally out of date. With the changing world now, it is normal for Buddhism to have built a new Dragon Transformation Pond. God knows what kind of shady deals they have made in private to allow the dragon clan to tolerate the existence of the Buddhist dragons.
"What happened to the Dragon Pool?"
Many eyes fell on Feng Qingan, waiting for him to continue speaking. The Hualong Pond was one of the foundations of their Buddhist temple's inheritance and must not be lost.
"Maybe I heard it wrong. Can I go to your temple's Hualong Pond to see it?"
Feng Qing'an put forward his own request. Since there really existed a Dragon Transformation Pond in this world that could transform living beings into celestial dragons, and it was right within reach, there was no reason not to go and take a look.
"Donor, just go."
Seeing that these monks and nuns were extremely unconscious and no one wanted to lead the way for him, Feng Qing'an shook his head and had no choice but to go forward alone.
His elder brother brought him back to the top of a sacred mountain. When he went down the mountain, he had a smooth journey without any obstruction, and he did not encounter any legal prohibitions that he had imagined might exist.
Not only were there no legal prohibitions or similar restrictions to block his steps, but even all the living beings he met on the way, including but not limited to monks, many of whom had extraordinary origins that could be seen at a glance, all gave way and showed respect after discovering his presence.
Feng Qing'an certainly knew the reason. It was because his face looked 70% similar to his elder brother's. Just based on this face, he received countless awe and respectful glances.
Seeing the reactions of those monks and even those rare and exotic animals when they came into contact with him, Feng Qing'an, who had been a little restrained or cautious due to the unfamiliar environment, gradually relaxed.
Because he was sure of the status his elder brother held in this Buddhist holy land that had been passed down for thousands of years, Feng Qing'an, who felt that he had an extremely solid supporter, became more confident and bolder, thinking that he had a backer.
"Can you give me a ride?"
Feng Qing'an, who had been walking on his own legs since coming down from the sacred mountain, stopped a white elephant that had retreated out of the way when it saw him. This was a spiritual beast with a crystal-clear body and a jade-like luster. On both sides of its powerful long trunk were three pairs of tusks forged from fairy gold.
The white elephant, which was so ferocious that its vigorous blood could even disturb the light when it walked, heard Feng Qing'an's request. After staring at him for a while with its round and clear eyes, it came in front of Feng Qing'an and slowly crawled sideways.
“It’s really spiritual!”
Seeing such a sensible and well-behaved auspicious animal, Feng Qing'an admired it in his heart, and then climbed onto the broad back of the white elephant without hesitation, with one leg tucked under his body and the other leg hanging casually, looking lazy and casual in his posture.
"Come on, take me to the Dragon Pond."
hold head high--
Hearing Feng Qing'an's request, the white elephant immediately raised its trunk and let out a long, powerful and passionate cry. Then it took heavy steps, shaking the mountains and forests, and rushed towards the place where the dragon took off.
As the saying goes, "A horse will die if it is run too far". The place Feng Qing'an saw on the top of the mountain was still a long way away from him even if he went straight ahead after he got down the mountain. However, he had now found a mount, so it only took Feng Qing'an half a day to find the Dragon Pond.
Here, Feng Qing'an also saw two divine generals whose bodies were comparable to mountains. Their faces were hideous and ugly but majestic. They were clad in golden armor and looked awe-inspiring.
Such divine generals are not uncommon among Buddhas. After all, with such large bodies, they can be seen from a long distance. However, these divine generals will only guard some places that are extremely important at a glance.
When Feng Qing'an came over, he saw them but did not get close. But now he was facing two divine generals head on, which made him feel a little uneasy. He remembered what his eldest brother said when he told him to move freely. If no one stopped him, he could rush in, but as long as someone stopped him, he should go back.
"Can I go in and take a look, please?"
Facing the gazes of the two giant gods, although Feng Qing'an knew that he had a big brother to back him up, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The physiques of these two giant gods were almost as big as his Longbo Giant.
The two gods guarding the Hualong Pond are the largest he has ever seen along the way. If one simply measures their strength by size, these two guys are definitely the strongest gods. From this, one can also see how important the place they are guarding is in the Tianlong Temple.
“…”
Feng Qing'an was greeted with only silent gazes. Both gods were staring at him. Feng Qing'an could feel the gazes of these two big guys lingering on his face.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your tacit consent."
Feng Qing'an was not such a timid person. He had become much braver along the way.
"Xiaobai, let's go. Take me in and see what the Dragon Pond looks like."
At Feng Qing'an's urging, the white elephant under him also let out a neigh mixed with nervousness and anticipation, and then, under Feng Qing'an's command, rushed into the valley and climbed up the sacred mountain guarded by the two giant gods.
During this process, the two giant gods just watched silently without any obstruction. At the same time, Feng Qingan did not touch any formation restrictions.
Until this time, Feng Qing'an was basically certain that either this broken temple was extremely confident in its own strength and had not set up any restrictions anywhere, so no matter who came in, as long as no one stopped them, they could pass through unimpeded.
Either his elder brother has given him permission and he won't be triggered wherever he goes. Compared to the former, Feng Qingan feels that the latter is more likely.
No one stopped him. Feng Qing'an rode the big white elephant to the sacred mountain as if he were in an empty place. He then saw the legendary Dragon Transformation Pond, where the dragon clan declared war on Buddhism.
It was a pool of water embedded between the peaks like a mirror. The mountains, everything, the sun, the moon, and the stars were all reflected in it. It was magnificent and beautiful, like a peerless painting, which made people feel relaxed and happy. They couldn't help but speak.
"That's it?"
Feng Qingan really didn't expect that the legendary Hualong Pond would be so ordinary. If you saw such a heavenly pond in the mortal world, it would naturally be a rare sight in the world. If someone has the opportunity to visit this place, if he has some literary talent, he may even compose a poem and leave a famous piece for all ages.
But in this holy place of Buddhism, it seemed too mediocre and inconspicuous. If there were not two giant gods watching nearby, Feng Qingan would not have dared to believe that this thing was the Dragon Transformation Pond.
However, Feng Qing'an still understood the principle that divine things conceal themselves. In this place full of inspiration and wonders, the appearance of such a mediocre place must be abnormal.
"Since this is the Dragon Transformation Pond, then let's transform into a dragon and let's see."
Feng Qing'an stood beside the pond riding on a white elephant. After thinking for a moment, he came up with an idea. He reached into his arms and then threw a fish with shining silver scales. The fish flew out of his hand, drew an elegant parabola, and fell into the mirror-like water.
Ripples spread out as the silverfish entered the water. As the silverfish sank into the pool, the ripples gradually returned to calm. However, this mirror shattered in the next moment.
