Chapter 356: The Three-Story Sutra Hall
"this……"
Many young monks who originally hated Feng Qing'an because of his behavior were shocked at this moment. No matter whether it was the mysterious Buddhism, the unorthodox ways, or the evil ways, even if it was the evil ways, losing one's cultivation was no different from losing a life.
Destroying a person's cultivation is more sinister than killing him, but they forced a person who had a close relationship with them as a Buddhist disciple to give up his own cultivation and give an explanation in front of them.
"Are you satisfied with my explanation?"
Feng Qing'an's face was pale, but he forced a smile at this moment and asked the many young monks who were stunned by his behavior of dissipating their power, looked at each other in confusion, and didn't know what to do.
Hearing his question, none of the young monks said a word. They were all panicked and didn't know what to do. Although it was possible that this devil had done it on purpose, he had been eating and drinking all the way just to prepare for dispersing his power at this moment, so that he would not die instantly due to the loss of all his cultivation.
Just when these little monks were at a loss and didn't know how to respond to Feng Qing'an's question, a young monk in moon-white robes appeared in front of Feng Qing'an, who seemed to be on the verge of collapse. The moment his figure appeared, all the little monks who looked panicked and at a loss were stunned, but they quickly reacted and bowed their heads in greeting.
"Buddha's son!"
"Go back, there's no need to stay here."
"yes."
When Buddhist disciple Fayuan spoke, these little monks immediately obeyed his orders and dispersed. They did not dare to bother Feng Qingan anymore. Moreover, the moment Feng Qingan dispersed his power, they no longer had the intention to bother him.
After all, their power has been dispersed, what else can they expect? For a cultivator, this is comparable to suicide, or even more serious than suicide.
After all the novice monks had left, Fayuan turned around and looked at Feng Qingan, but he ignored Feng Qingan's face, which was as pale as new rice paper, and gave instructions in a light tone.
"Have you pretended enough?"
"Brother, you really have a keen eye. My little trick can't be hidden from your eyes."
Feng Qingan flattered him, and his originally pale face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this moment, the young man had black hair that fell to his waist like a sculpture of black jade. He had long sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes that were clear and bright, as bright as lightning and fire. His eyes were sharp and seemed to be able to pierce into the deepest part of people's hearts.
The body lines are smooth and well-proportioned, without exaggerated muscles, the lines are full, the temperament is pure and clear, and the skin seems to have a faint glow. At first glance, you can tell that he has achieved extraordinary results.
Looking like this, how could he look even slightly like the miserable state he had just now, as if he was about to fall into the underworld at any moment?
This is actually a little trick to control and use blood and energy. Just gather all the blood and energy filling the limbs and bones into the star acupoints.
As a result, his whole person was like a playboy whose spirit had been completely drained by a vixen. Even if he had a good-looking face, his appearance was simply not good to look at, and at first glance he looked as if he would not live long.
"Now that you are ready, follow me!"
"Where are you going?"
Feng Qingan asked curiously.
"Scripture Hall!"
“Is that where I can go?”
When Feng Qing'an heard this, he was stunned. His elder brother had said that he would teach him Buddhism, but he originally thought that his elder brother was secretly passing on the Buddhism he knew to him. But now he was blatantly taking him to the Sutra Hall. Was this really okay?
"Just follow me. The other things are not something you need to think about."
Fayuan did not answer Feng Qing'an's doubt. He stretched out his hand and waved it. The hem of his monk's robe immediately embraced Feng Qing'an. Feng Qing'an felt dizzy. When he came to his senses, he smelled a unique aroma mixed with a faint scent of ghee and sandalwood wafting into his nose.
The bookshelves towering into the dome are endless, and on these bookshelves, which are so numerous that they cannot be counted at a glance, Buddhist scriptures of various sizes are displayed.
Even though the Buddha's light was magnificent here, there were many scriptures that had strange visions that attracted people's attention. The Buddha preached, the Bodhisattvas chanted, the Arhats performed martial arts, and even the heavenly dragons, jade elephants and other magical beasts took shape, with precious light rising to the sky.
“Is this the Sutra Hall?”
Feng Qing'an looked at the vast amount of Buddhist scriptures in front of him, and couldn't help but show shock in his eyes. For the first time, he had a clear understanding of the power that had been passed down through the ages.
"This is the seventh-level Sutra Repository Hall. There are also the eighth and ninth-level halls!"
"There is a sixth level? I want to start with the basic Buddhist scriptures!"
Feng Qing'an is very aware of his shortcomings. Having high talent is one thing, but how to perfectly transform his talent is another question.
"No, you don't need to. Start reading from here. When you're done here, go to the eighth hall. When you're done, go to the ninth hall. When you've finished reading all the Buddhist scriptures in the three halls, you can leave here and travel around the world."
Fayuan rejected Feng Qing'an's request outright. Feng Qing'an didn't argue when he heard it. Since his elder brother said it was okay, then it was okay. He should trust him unconditionally. He was getting it for free this time anyway, so it didn't matter whether he saw more or less.
As long as the monks of this Buddhist temple don't throw him out of the Sutra Hall, it doesn't matter what happens. After all, it's extraordinary that these scriptures can cause strange phenomena just by being placed there.
"Listen to my brother."
"You can just look at it here. As for the rest, I think you don't need anything."
"No need, from today on, I will live here."
Feng Qing'an's eyes lit up. He would never leave here until he had memorized everything here.
"Um."
"Brother, what should I do if a monk chases me away?"
Feng Qing'an asked rather anxiously. What he was about to do, to some extent, was digging up other people's doors. After all, he had not made any vows or anything. He just wanted to pass on the Buddhist scriptures he had learned on a whim, and no one was restraining him.
Judging from the look on his face, this eldest brother obviously had no intention of imposing any restrictions on him.
"Won't."
Fayuan's tone was calm.
"No one will bother you until you have finished reading all the scriptures."
"I feel relieved with your words, brother."
All worries disappeared after hearing what his elder brother said.
"If there is nothing else, I will leave. You can recite the Buddhist scriptures here in peace."
"Okay."
When his elder brother's figure disappeared from his sight, Feng Qing'an looked around, without being picky, and sat cross-legged on the spot. He casually pulled out a scripture that evolved the vision of the Great Peng from the side and began to read it.
Feng Qing'an was fascinated at the first sight. The obscure scriptures, in his eyes, turned into majestic and powerful rocs soaring in the sky, showing him the true meaning contained in the scriptures.
"I see!"
In Feng Qing'an's eyes, there was a brilliant and bright Buddha's light shining. Behind him, there was also Buddha's light, which came and gradually transformed into a majestic golden-winged Roc bird spreading its wings and soaring.
As the Peng bird appeared, Feng Qing'an's originally normal speed of flipping through the scriptures began to gradually increase. In the end, the pages of the scriptures he was flipping through had become a half-fan-shaped afterimage. In a short while, he had finished flipping through the palm-thick scriptures.
"Is that all?"
Feng Qing'an, who finished reading a scripture at lightning speed, felt a sense of wanting more, a sense of surprise and curiosity as if he had opened the door to a new world, but more of a desire for the true meaning of Buddhism, because this is also the evolution of the great way of heaven and earth.
Buddhism has become the mainstream of the human race, so it naturally has its unique features. In terms of its sophistication, it is actually not much inferior to Taoism, but there are just too many pitfalls in it.
The Buddhist techniques that point directly to the great way are much easier to obtain than the Taoist scriptures on longevity, but therein lies the problem.
There is no such thing as pie falling from the sky. The reason why Buddhist scriptures are easy to understand is that they all contain big traps. If you are not careful, you will become a thug of Buddhism.
Once one is possessed by Buddhism, it will be difficult to get rid of it for the rest of his life. Those with extraordinary talent will even have their souls and spirits branded with the Buddhist mark, and they will not be able to break free even after several reincarnations.
But Feng Qing'an naturally has no such worries now. This was all arranged for him by his eldest brother, and the scriptures are placed in the Sutra Hall, so he can come here to read the scriptures.
They are either Buddhist disciples with the potential to achieve enlightenment in the temple, or Arhats such as Venerable Kāla who have already achieved enlightenment. It is naturally unlikely that they would leave behind means to harm others.
Who would have nothing to do after eating and would dig holes in the scriptures for their own family to read? And what Feng Qing'an was reading was not the scriptures, he was reading the true meaning of the Tao contained in them.
This means that for a considerable portion of the scriptures, even without his elder brother's arrangement, he can read them at will without any worries and without having to worry about being cheated.
There is no year in the mountains, and I don’t know the year when the cold ends.
A young man in white clothes with black hair hanging down walked out from the ninth-floor Sutra Repository Hall with a faint smile on his face. He looked extraordinary and powerful, yet easy-going and friendly, as if he had a unique temperament that was otherworldly and detached from the world.
After reading the scriptures stored in the triple Buddhist temple, Feng Qing'an's entire temperament underwent a radical change. There was a kind of Zen in his every move and gesture, and in his relaxed expression.
"Amitabha!"
When Feng Qing'an walked out of the hall, an old monk with eyebrows vertical to his shoulders appeared in front of him. Feng Qing'an ignored him, walked around him and prepared to leave.
Because this was a habit he developed when he was reading scriptures in the triple Buddhist hall in the past. He was not the only one in the Sutra Hall, and from time to time there would be eminent monks or Buddhist disciples coming in to read.
At first Feng Qing'an was a little surprised, worried that these monks would discover his presence and would have an extremely violent reaction. After all, for a layman like him who had not converted to Buddhism or been ordained, reading scriptures in their scripture hall as if no one was around was a taboo no matter how you looked at it.
However, after several attempts, Feng Qing'an finally confirmed one thing: these monks could not see him at all. He did not exist in their eyes. He just needed to do his own thing quietly. After this experience, Feng Qing'an made such a move at this moment.
"Donor, please stay!"
Feng Qingan was about to leave when he was called. He turned around in surprise and looked at the old monk.
"You can see me? Oh, I see."
Feng Qing'an was a little surprised at first, but then he realized that he had already read all the scriptures in the Three-Layered Treasure Hall. Although he had memorized most of them in a hurry and only understood the true meaning of very few of them, this was a kind of foundation and accumulation, and naturally he had completed the task arranged by his eldest brother.
Perhaps some kind of magical power bestowed on him by the source of the law has lost its effect. Originally, he could not do anything and would be ignored by other monks and his existence would be erased. But now, his sense of existence has returned.
The old monk in front of him is most likely the antique who guards the Sutra Hall, and is a character that must not be provoked.
"What did the donor understand?"
The white-browed old monk had skin that was delicate and tender, which did not match his age. It was white with a rosy glow, and his face, like that of a newborn baby, was gradually turning blue.
Because he looked at Feng Qing'an's face which was extremely similar to that of the Buddhist disciple, and gradually understood something, but he couldn't believe that his own Buddhist disciple's elbow could be bent outward to this extent.
Which Buddhist would bring an outsider into the Sutra Hall? Not to mention that I have never seen it, I have never even heard of it.
"Nothing, what advice do you have for me, Master?"
Feng Qing'an didn't take it seriously and asked the white-browed old monk with a smile.
Although he had read all the scriptures in the Triple Buddhist Temple, he only understood a small part of them. However, even so, he gained great benefits.
The biggest benefit, naturally, was the sudden surge in his soul power. Without him even realizing it, he had actually condensed the twelfth soul contract, and the thirteenth soul contract was about to take shape.
The practice of being a beast tamer is naturally of utmost importance to him. His current achievements are inseparable from his journey to becoming a beast tamer.
In addition to the sudden increase in soul power, what surprised and delighted Feng Qing'an the most was that his comprehension of Buddhist scriptures actually made great strides in his practice of "The Great Zhoutian Star Entry Technique".
So far, Feng Qing'an has opened thirteen acupoints of the Star Acupoint. His blood and energy are vigorous, and he is confident that he is not inferior to any warrior in the Divine Pill Realm, and may even be better than them.
It was also because of this that Feng Qing'an discovered the most terrifying aspect of "The Great Zhoutian Star Entry Technique". It has an exaggerated and incredible compatibility with other techniques that also have the function of training the body and tempering the blood.
Take the essence and discard the dross.
In Buddhist scriptures, there are naturally indispensable methods of cultivation for tempering blood and energy, and the space they occupy even far exceeds that of Taoism. Whether it is an arhat or a Buddha, one must cultivate his own golden body, or even more than one.
"I don't deserve your advice. I wonder when did you enter the Sutra Hall and what did you see in it?"
The white-browed old monk asked with a warm smile.
"I don't know about this."
The young man showed an innocent look on his face. He really had forgotten the time in the past few days. It would be an understatement to say that he had neglected sleep and food. It could be said that he had been working day and night.
