Chapter 357 Disaster
have no idea?
Of course, the white-browed old monk could not accept or tolerate such an answer. What kind of place did he think the Sutra Hall was? How could he not remember the day after entering such an important place? Could it be that he had stayed in there for several years and so he forgot the time? How ridiculous!
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I was so absorbed in the true meaning of the scriptures that I neglected the time and therefore did not remember the time."
Feng Qing'an spoke sincerely and truthfully, but when the old monk heard his words, his two snow-white eyebrows trembled with anger.
"Which scriptures did you read in the Sutra Hall?"
"That's hard to say!"
Feng Qingan looked embarrassed.
"What's the problem?"
"There are too many to list in one go. I'm afraid it will take days and nights to finish."
"How many days and nights?"
The old monk, whose face was as rosy as a baby, had a face as black as the bottom of a pot, which could not be uglier, because he had already used his magical powers at this moment. In his judgment, the child who seemed to be fooling him was not lying.
"Yes, there are too many. This will take up too much time. I don't think it is necessary to go into details one by one."
Feng Qing'an truthfully explained his thoughts. The Buddhist scriptures he had read during this period were rich in variety and vast in number, so many that even he was a little surprised.
Even though these scriptures were basically flawless, Feng Qing'an was inevitably influenced after reading such a large number of scriptures. He spoke calmly and every move he made was filled with a sense of Zen.
Of course, this influence can be easily gotten rid of. Perhaps in less than a year, Feng Qingan will be able to break free from this state and restore his original appearance.
"I think it is necessary."
The face of the white-browed old monk couldn't be any darker. As a young boy who was brought to the Sutra Hall by Buddhists and read countless scriptures, he never dreamed that he would encounter such a situation.
"Master, you are obsessed."
Feng Qing'an's face showed no emotion, and his tone was neither hurried nor slow. At this moment, the roles of the two seemed to be switched, as if Feng Qing'an was the great monk who had attained enlightenment after studying scriptures for many years, while the monk in front of him was just a mortal body trapped by the mundane seven emotions and six desires.
"Donor, this is an important place in our temple. Please forgive me. I need to know how many Buddhist scriptures you have read before I can make any decision."
"Okay, I'll just name a few."
Feng Qing'an looked at the old monk's expression and suddenly found it very interesting. He had a new understanding and feeling about his elder brother's magical powers. So, after thinking for a while, he recited a dozen scriptures.
"The Vajra Peak Yoga Sutra, the Mahayana Same-Sex Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Mahavairocana Sutra, the Avalokitesvara Sutra..."
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After hearing the name of the scripture narrated by Feng Qing'an, the old monk was sure that the young man in front of him was not lying, but he still asked in disbelief.
"Have you seen all of this?"
"I have seen more than these. These are just some of the scriptures I have seen."
Feng Qingan corrected.
"I wonder how much the donor has recorded?"
"Exactly."
The young man said with a smile.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk lowered his head and chanted a Buddhist name to suppress his turbulent emotions.
Normally, if he encountered a thief who stole important scriptures from the temple, he should take action directly, capture the thief, or even beat him to death.
However, looking at the face of the young man in front of him, he was very conscious and had no intention of taking any action.
"Donor, do you know what you have done?"
"I know, but my eldest brother told me to read whatever I wanted and not to worry about anything else. He said that after I finished reading, I would be qualified to travel around the world and could leave here."
"Please forgive me for the offence, but I'm afraid you can't leave this temple for the time being."
The old monk with white eyebrows was too lazy to ask, as he already knew who the big brother the young man was talking about. Apart from the Buddhist disciple Fayuan in their temple, who else could have such magical powers.
He quietly sent a person who had nothing to do with Buddhism into the Sutra Hall without letting anyone notice. He could only see it after the person finished reading everything and walked out.
He could even guess that it was probably because the Buddhist disciple was too lazy to use his magical powers. That was why he could see that if the Buddhist disciple continued to be serious, he might not even know that someone had turned over the most important fundamental inheritance of their Buddhist temple.
"Master, do you want to capture him?"
"Amitabha, I, the donor, can walk around this temple. I will discuss with other monks before making a decision. This matter of the donor involves the Buddhist disciples of this temple, and I cannot handle it on my own."
It was obvious that the young man in front of him had a very close relationship with the Buddhist in their family, so the old monk with white eyebrows did not dare to make any disposal or decision at will.
He didn't want to have any form of conflict with his fellow Buddhists, or to have any contradictions or cause and effect.
It was not easy for him to cultivate to his current level. Although he shared the responsibility of guarding the Sutra Hall, responsibilities were something that he just had to perform conscientiously most of the time, and at critical moments, he had to turn a blind eye.
"Can I walk around in your Buddhist temple?"
Feng Qing'an's originally expressionless face revealed a strange look, because the method of tempering blood and energy that he now mastered, "The Great Zhoutian Star Entering the Aperture Technique", had already undergone earth-shaking changes that were different from before after he recited many scriptures.
The reason why Hua Qingyu was able to create a blood and energy method that directly pointed to the great Dao before he even formed the elixir was because of the technique of stars entering the acupoints contained in it. No matter what kind of method it was, as long as it was related to body refining, it could be integrated into it.
At this time, Feng Qing'an mastered the "Great Zhoutian Star Acupoint Entering Technique", which had incorporated too many Buddhist methods. The stars in the acupoints he opened up all glowed with a faint golden glow, giving off a sense of sacredness and immortality.
The blood, energy and stars have undergone such changes, so Feng Qingan naturally wanted to give it a try to see what kind of changes would occur when he cultivated to a higher level.
After all, his blood and energy did increase, but it was only a qualitative change. In terms of quantity, there was no difference compared to before he recited the scriptures.
After all, spiritual energy does not occur naturally. The amount he naturally absorbs and exhales is just a small amount. In comparison, it is not as fast as the spiritual energy that he devours.
No matter how this spell changes, the fact that it can devour treasures rich in spiritual essence will remain the same.
"As long as the donor does not leave this temple."
"Then I'd like to see the scenery in your temple, walk around, and eat some fruit, okay?"
"As long as the donor does not kill animals or eat meat, it will be fine."
"Haha, with what the master said, I feel relieved. I will stay here for a while and wait for the masters' opinions. I will go around your temple first."
After he finished speaking, a golden light flashed under Feng Qing'an's feet, and he instantly disappeared from the top of the nine-story Sutra Hall. The next moment, he appeared a hundred feet away. In a few flashes, he had left this important Buddhist place.
Seeing this scene, the old monk's snow-white eyebrows trembled suddenly. Because this magical power actually had some shadows of the divine power of feet, the old monk could tell at a glance that this method must have been derived from a profound Buddhist magical secret method in their Sutra Hall.
This is a simplified and extended application of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism. After all, not every monk can learn it. It requires extremely high levels of enlightenment and even certain opportunities.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk with white eyebrows chanted the Buddhist name and disappeared in front of the Sutra Hall.
In the purple bamboo forest, a young man in white appeared with a smile on his face. He stepped into the forest with ease. With a light touch of his finger, he skillfully picked out a few fresh bamboo shoots and started to bite them directly, as if he was very familiar with the process.
Feng Qing'an feasted here, and the delicious aroma filled the air. In the purple bamboo forest, as a breeze blew past, a young monk who was attracted by the strange vision immediately discovered Feng Qing'an, the hateful thief.
He widened his eyes and stood there for a long time. The next moment, he couldn't help but scream out.
"It's you again, why aren't you dead yet?"
"Why should I die?"
Feng Qingan looked puzzled.
"You've already lost your power."
"So what?"
Feng Qing'an had a look of satisfaction on his face. He reached out and peeled off the tender shell of the fresh bamboo shoots, revealing the tender bamboo shoot meat inside. He ate it all in a few bites.
Ordinary bamboo shoots naturally cannot be eaten raw like this, but this purple bamboo shoot is sweet and delicious, and is a rare delicacy in the world.
“You actually dug so much!”
Seeing that Feng Qing'an was still not satisfied after eating a bunch of bamboo shoots, and the bamboo shoots in front of him were almost piled up into a small mountain, the little monk suddenly became angry, his eyes turned red, and he pounced on Feng Qing'an with his teeth and claws bared.
This is not like the last time when he just tasted it briefly. This time Feng Qing'an has almost dug up all the bamboo shoots in the purple bamboo forest. If he wants to wait for another batch, he will probably have to wait for ten years before the next batch of bamboo shoots that are still accumulating strength in the soil emerge.
"I can't help it. I just met an old monk who told me to eat whatever I want as long as I don't kill any animals. So, move away. I have permission."
As he spoke, Feng Qing'an took a bite. As the spiritual energy exploded in his body, a golden glow suddenly appeared on his body, revealing a hint of colored glaze.
The unexpected silence immediately made the little monk's eyes widen in surprise, and he pointed at Feng Qingan.
“You, you…”
"What's wrong with me? I can't speak. I suddenly became a stutterer. Do you want me to treat you? I have studied several volumes of the Medicine King Sutra!"
There was a malicious look in Feng Qing'an's eyes, and he was ready to make some moves. So far, he had mastered no less than ten methods of healing himself. He had to try to see how useful they were. Naturally, he would try it on others, not on himself, and then heal himself. He was not that stupid.
"Are you cultivating a golden body?!"
Although he was just a young monk, he came from a big Buddhist temple after all, and he had a broad vision. Looking at the golden light flowing on Feng Qing'an's body, and the faint color of colored glaze, he immediately understood something.
“It’s about the same!”
Feng Qing'an did not refute when he heard it. After all, the "Great Zhoutian Star Entry Technique" that he was practicing now did contain some of the Buddhist golden body ideas.
However, he integrated more than one kind. Of course, this is not important. After all, in Buddhism, there are many kinds of golden bodies. Monks with wisdom and outstanding talents can create their own golden bodies.
His situation is actually similar to this one, but what he mixed in is more complicated. It includes not only the golden body technique of Buddhism, but also the immortal body technique of Taoism and even the immortal body of martial arts.
"I owe Hua Qingyu a big debt!"
Although the master of Xingxiu Dao did not pass on all of the "Great Zhoutian Starry Sky Entry Technique" he mastered to him.
After all, a considerable part of it involved the secret teachings of her master, but that was not important. Hua Qingyu did not keep the core true teachings and passed them all on to him, and that was enough.
“Only those who are content can be happy forever!”
Feng Qing'an, with the aroma of bamboo shoots filling his mouth, couldn't help but sigh. He said this directly, and the little monk in front of him, who was originally surprised by his golden body cultivation, suddenly rushed over with his fists waved angrily.
"Then why don't you put down the purple gold bamboo shoots!"
The little monk who pounced towards Feng Qing'an was fixed in mid-air, waving his hands and feet, unable to move. His pretty face was now twisted with anger, looking as ferocious as a demon, and he roared at Feng Qing'an.
"Batu has been pulled out, why put it back? Eat it!"
As Feng Qing'an spoke, he stuffed the last bamboo shoot into the little monk's roaring mouth. After blocking his mouth, he walked out of the purple bamboo forest without looking back.
"Devil!"
After the little monk bit off the bamboo shoots that were forced into his mouth, he held the rest in his hand and yelled at Feng Qing'an as he fell in the air.
"Demon?"
Hearing this shout, Feng Qing'an stopped walking and turned around. Nine big stars lit up one by one, shining brightly on his body, golden and transparent like glass. A sense of Buddhist Zen emanated from him.
"Little monk, look at me now. How on earth do I look like a demon?"
"You look like a devil in every way. A devil! Look at the bamboo forest. You've almost destroyed it all!"
"No, aren't all these bamboos here? I didn't eat them raw, I just ate some bamboo shoots. It's only a lifetime of ten years, why bother? Come on, I'll take you to enjoy some delicious food and try something else."
It was only because of the unique taste of the purple gold bamboo shoots here that Feng Qing'an remembered it in his heart. He ran over to pick them up, waved his hand, grabbed the little monk, and took him to another pine nut forest.
"No, no, I don't want to be a demon!"
The little monk struggled hard.
"That's not up to you."
Feng Qing'an didn't say anything and took the little monk westwards, straight to an apricot forest. The taste of the spiritual apricots was still fresh in his memory. As for the spiritual essence contained in them, it didn't matter to Feng Qing'an. The year was a little different, so he could just make up for it with quantity, it was all the same.
Just when Feng Qing'an was increasingly harming the magical herbs planted in Tianlong Temple, many venerables in Tianlong Zen Temple gathered together, with sad faces and gloomy expressions.
