Chapter 353: Waste?!
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The calm mirror-like surface of Tianchi suddenly exploded, and a silver-scaled fish stretched out its body. However, its palm-sized body gradually grew to about a foot in size. However, as its body stretched, the originally fine silver scales began to fall off, and pieces of golden scales grew out, and silver whiskers also grew under its cheeks and chin.
In just a short moment, the small silver-scale fish that jumped out of the water changed its head and turned into a dragon fish. However, the transformation of this dragon fish did not stop, this was just the beginning.
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The originally powerful roar gradually became clear and melodious, and possessed a kind of majesty that made all living things respect it. The ichthyosaur's huge body began to become slender and long, the scales under its belly were torn, and the five-toed dragon claws stretched out.
Feng Qing'an looked at with shock as the silver scale he casually took out from the cave turned into a "golden dragon" more than three meters long in the Dragon Transformation Pond.
"What kind of dragon is this?"
Seeing the golden dragon surging in the Dragon Transformation Pond, Feng Qingan couldn't help but let out a breath, but he still took a serious look.
[Race: Buddhist Heavenly Dragon]
[Attributes: Spirit, Dragon, Water, Thunder]
[Potential Level: General·Superior]
[Combat Power Level: Lord·Medium]
"No wonder they were defeated by the dragon clan!"
Looking at the identification information that appeared in his mind, Feng Qingan suddenly realized that this little creature that could transform into a celestial dragon through the Dragon Transformation Pond could be said to be the weakest dragon he had ever seen along the way.
But its appearance is closer to a real dragon than any other dragon he has ever seen. It can even be said that there is no difference between it and a real dragon. Of course, Feng Qing'an couldn't guarantee it, after all, he had never seen a real dragon with his own eyes.
But what's the point of just having a look close to that of a real dragon? The reason why the dragon race can dominate the world is not because of their appearance. The dragon race's reputation has been passed down from generation to generation since the creation of the world.
The Buddhist heavenly dragon, whose racial potential is still at the level of a general but possesses the spiritual power of a great demon, would not be surprising if it encountered a real dragon with the same spiritual power, for example, it would kill ten, a hundred, a thousand, or even be slaughtered by one.
How can a body of dragon scales and dragon skin that rolled out in the Dragon Transformation Pond compete with a real dragon that has gone through numerous trials and tribulations and transformed?
"Amitabha, benefactor, you have caused trouble!"
When Feng Qing'an was lamenting the weakness of Buddhism, the sound of Buddhist chanting was heard, and a monk with a tall and strong figure, whose exact age could not be determined from his appearance, appeared before him.
Around his neck hung a string of Buddhist beads as big as a baby's head. On his bare torso, one could see nine powerful golden dragon tattoos slowly moving around. These nine dragon tattoos were lifelike, as if they would break free of his skin and fly out at any moment, tearing apart the sky and earth and shaking the world.
"Hello, Master. What is your name?"
"My name is Yinkong, I am not worthy of being called a master."
The burly monk with a amiable face replied with a kind smile, appearing very humble.
"I wonder what disaster Master Yinkong is talking about?"
Feng Qing'an pretended not to hear the last half of the monk's words and went straight to ask him for advice.
"This is the source of disaster!"
The monk did not play any tricks with Feng Qing'an. He stretched out his finger and pointed, directing Feng Qing'an's gaze towards the newborn dragon that was surging in the water of the Dragon Transformation Pond, absorbing the spiritual essence of the water.
However, Feng Qing'an saw clearly that the Tianlong immersed in the pool water, whose racial potential was originally unbearable to look at, was slowly improving at a very impressive speed.
After all, the Buddhist heavenly dragons in the legend have the peak record of gathering ten of them to fight against a real dragon. As for the dragon in front of him, let alone ten, even if there were hundreds or thousands of them, they would only be slaughtered by a real dragon. Naturally, it should not have such a poor performance. A real heavenly dragon should be even stronger.
"Can this be called a disaster?"
Feng Qingan was confused. Compared to its mighty appearance, this newborn dragon was pitifully weak. What kind of trouble could this thing cause? Not to mention the two guardian gods next to it, even if he took action himself, he could easily crush this thing to death.
"Donor, you may not know that our Tianlong Zen Temple has reached an agreement with the dragon clan. Only those who have survived the 29th heavenly tribulation and failed to become a true dragon can enter the pool and grow a body of dragon scales."
The monk's deep voice spoke above Tianchi Lake, and Feng Qing'an suddenly realized.
The reason why the Dragon Transformation Pond, which has been destroyed by the dragon clan, exists is because of the permission of the dragon clan. Buddhism and the dragon clan have reached an agreement in this regard.
The request made by the dragon clan is completely understandable, and Buddhism will not refuse it because it is also beneficial to them.
To survive the twenty-nine heavenly tribulations, that is to say, one needs to survive the Yuandan tribulation and the Renxian tribulation. After passing through two heavenly tribulations, the rotten fish and shrimps are basically screened out, and those who can survive, no matter what means they use, are considered to stand at the top of billions of lives.
Under this circumstance, if a creature meets the requirements and enters the Dragon Transformation Pond, they will roll out a body of dragon scales and transform into a dragon's body. If there are ten of them, they will have the combat power to fight against a real dragon. These are the true Buddhist dragons.
The reason why the dragon clan went to war with Buddhism back then was not only because the Dragon Transformation Pond polluted the dragon clan's bloodline, but a more important factor was that the actions of Buddhism greatly damaged the majesty that the true dragons had established throughout the ages.
Without any screening, just enter the Dragon Transformation Pool and roll around, and you will be transformed into a real dragon. Such a creature, once fighting with a powerful enemy, even if its physical strength has been improved by several times compared to the original, it will still be slaughtered.
A bunch of rotten fish and shrimp, pretending to be real dragons, were slaughtered by the enemies of the dragon clan. How could the dragon clan endure such humiliation? So the war was born.
I don't know what price Buddhism paid to allow the dragon clan to tolerate the continued existence of the Dragon Transformation Pond, but the dragon clan strictly restricts the use of the Dragon Transformation Pond, and requires the scaly creatures that roll in the Dragon Transformation Pond to possess the most basic qualities.
It’s okay to be weak, and even inferior to a real dragon, but you can’t pretend to be a real dragon and be easily killed.
"So I have broken the agreement between you Buddhists and the Dragon Clan?"
Feng Qing'an pointed at the little dragon who was happily spitting water in the Tianchi Lake and having a lot of fun. This little creature still didn't realize how dangerous his situation was.
It was just confused and ignorant just now. Even though it turned into a celestial dragon and its spirituality increased greatly, it did not have much experience and did not have any complex thoughts. It was ignorant and naive, but was curious about everything, and felt close to the long-haired boy on the shore.
"Yes."
"Since my action will cause disaster, Master, why didn't you stop me when I went up the mountain?"
"I thought you were just going up the mountain to take a look, but I never thought you would throw a silver scale into the lake, causing such a disaster."
"Master, are you exaggerating? It's just a silver scale that hasn't passed the tribulation yet. So what if it turns into a celestial dragon?"
Feng Qing'an just wanted to try out the quality of the Dragon Pond and verify whether its effect was as legendary.
But now, after he had finished everything, the big monk suddenly jumped out and warned him that this would cause chaos. Feng Qing'an's rebellious emotions were immediately aroused. Although he knew that this seemingly honest monk might be plotting against him, Feng Qing'an didn't want to endure it at all.
"The dragon race cannot tolerate such a weak dragon existing in the world."
The great monk explained the reason, but there was a bloody cruelty in it.
"What does the master want to do?"
Feng Qing'an understood. If a Tianlong with the appearance of a real dragon was too weak, it would not even have the right to survive - being weak was fine, but being weak with the appearance of a Tianlong was not allowed.
"Amitabha, monks do not tell lies. I would like to ask you to help me end the consequences of my actions."
"Master, why don't you do it yourself?"
Feng Qing'an understood the monk's intention. In the final analysis, his intention was very simple, which was to kill the young dragon that had just been born in the Dragon Transformation Pond.
"Monks should be compassionate and should not violate the precept of killing!"
The monk showed a look of sorrow and misery on his face.
"What a coincidence! I also studied Confucianism and wanted to cultivate a heart of benevolence and righteousness. I really can't bring myself to kill a creature that has no past with me and has caused trouble because of my fault."
Feng Qing'an of course refused to do it. He didn't care , but now that he has become like this, how could he bring himself to execute Xiaolong?
"Confucianism and Legalism?!"
The sad expression on the big monk's angular face was almost unable to be held back. Unlike the Taoist sect that emphasized detachment from the world and staying away from the secular world, a considerable part of their Buddhist methods involved faith and vows, and inevitably involved the mundane world.
In the secular world, one will naturally encounter Confucianism. In Xilan Continent, where Buddhism occupies a dominant position, the problem is not very big. Almost no forces other than Buddhism can establish a foothold here. However, outside of Xilan Continent, the situation is completely different.
As far as he remembered, knew and understood, there were no less than ten powerful Confucianists in various continents who had launched a war to destroy Buddhism against their sect.
In this situation, any Buddhist who had learned about it would not have the slightest good intention towards those guys who were associated with Confucianism. The problem was that the young man in front of them had a face that was extremely similar to theirs, so it was difficult not to be respectful.
"Master, do you have any ideas?"
"The donor sows the seeds, and the donor must bear the remaining fruits."
Master Yinkong replied.
It is understandable that you don't want to do it yourself and get your hands stained with blood, but since it is you who caused the trouble, you must take responsibility for all the possible troubles. As for whether the young man can handle it, the big monk feels that there is no need to worry at all, after all, there is the Buddha's support.
"Okay, as long as I let it survive two heavenly tribulations, the dragon clan won't ask any more questions, right?"
Feng Qingan pointed at Xiao Tianlong, who had a nice appearance but was actually a fool.
"If you can do this, it will not undermine the agreement between our Buddhist sect and the dragon clan."
Hearing Feng Qing'an's words, the big monk couldn't help but mutter in his heart. He couldn't figure out where the confidence of the young man in front of him came from. The intensity of the heavenly tribulation was not fixed, but was closely related to the condition of the person undergoing the tribulation.
Therefore, there are often news of geniuses dying in thunder tribulations. Even geniuses can die in thunder tribulations, not to mention those cultivators with unstable foundations in cultivation.
Although the vast majority of them will never attract their own thunder tribulation in their lifetime, there will always be a very small number of them who can attract thunder due to various reasons, but their end will basically not be good. If they do not have special means, they will basically be turned into ashes.
The newborn dragon in the Dragon Transformation Pond not far away not only has an unstable foundation, but it also has no foundation for cultivation. It has a huge amount of spiritual power transformed through the Dragon Transformation Pond, but it is empty and useless.
With this kind of thing, even if it could attract the thunder from heaven, it would only be struck to death by it. How could it possibly survive the two levels of calamity and reach the minimum standard required by the dragon clan?
"Oh, it's just a small problem. I will take care of it."
When Feng Qing'an heard this, he immediately stopped caring. It was just a matter of going through two heavenly tribulations. He could help. If they could make it, they would live. If they couldn't, it would be a blessing to die as a celestial dragon that was almost the same as a real dragon.
"Master, do you have anything else to say?"
"Donor, don't you plan to go down the mountain?"
The big monk was also a little puzzled. Since he appeared here, it meant that he was not very happy to see this guy continue to mess with the Hualong Pool. This was not a toy for children to play with, but one of the secret places of inheritance of their Tianlong Temple.
“Why should I go down the mountain?”
Feng Qing'an was also puzzled. He threw a fish into the pond, not because he had nothing better to do, but to show his extremely low moral character.
Instead, he wanted to try out whether the Dragon Pond was really that magical. Now that the legend had been verified, what he had to do now was naturally very simple.
Plop~
A streak of golden light flew out from the young man's collar, and in the slightly surprised gaze of the big monk, it plunged into the now somewhat chaotic water of the Dragon Transformation Pond.
"Donor Feng, what are you doing?"
The big monk's face suddenly darkened. He looked up at the two guardian gods guarding the Hualong Pond, but what made him feel even more depressed and uncomfortable was that the two guardian gods guarding this place did not show any expression and did not have the slightest intention of expelling this beast.
"Don't be nervous, Master. Please take a closer look. I am just cleaning my armor."
Feng Qing'an smiled and pointed at the increasingly turbulent water in the Dragon Pond. Two golden-scaled dragons could be seen playing and fighting with each other, but one of them did not have any life at all, and was actually wearing a dragon-shaped armor.
"It's just armor! That's good, that's good."
The monk slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the situation was not as bad as he had expected. However, he quickly realized that several veins on his forehead were bulging. What the hell,
"Donor, the water in this Dragon Transformation Pond has limited divine power. If you waste it like this, it will delay the birth of the Heavenly Dragon."
