Chapter 359 I Want to Open Three Palaces and Six Courtyards
"Master, what can I do for you?"
Looking at the old monk who was wearing simple monk's robes and had a pair of white eyebrows, but was more plain and ordinary than the old monk with white eyebrows drooping his shoulders, Feng Qing'an's heart tensed up involuntarily.
At this moment, he had already broken free from the special state of Buddhist charm cultivated from chanting Buddhist scriptures. He ate and drank to his heart's content along the way, and ate whatever he saw, except for the rhizomes that were left behind.
Since the one who took the blame this time was the old monk with white eyebrows in the Sutra Repository who stopped him, Feng Qing'an should not be polite at all. He would be even more unscrupulous than the time when his elder brother indulged him.
In just less than half a day, he opened up two more star acupoints, and this was all thanks to the many thousand-year-old spiritual objects he swallowed. Perhaps it would be a waste if he swallowed them without refining them, but it didn't matter, because these were not grown by him anyway.
With such a rapid surge in blood and energy, his five senses and even his sixth sense were greatly enhanced.
At this moment, Feng Qing'an was like a ferocious beast in the wilderness. He suddenly encountered another more ferocious beast. His body unconsciously tensed up and he prepared to fight or even escape.
"Amitabha, the donor is really intelligent and insightful."
Venerable Ci'en looked at the culprit in front of him who could be said to be the direct cause of his disciple's fall into the cycle of reincarnation and forcing him to reincarnate. He lowered his brows, and then slowly opened them again. He looked at the young man in front of him seriously, and then his tone couldn't help but carry a hint of amazement.
Even the young novice monk could see that Feng Qing'an was currently cultivating the golden body of Buddhism, and the old venerable who had already cultivated the ability of clairvoyance could naturally see it as well.
Although he knew a little about Feng Qing'an's background, he could see more clearly that the young man in front of him not only mixed some of the true meaning of their Buddhist golden body, but also mixed the essence of immortality and martial arts self-cultivation.
Being able to integrate the essence of three different systems to strengthen the body and train the blood into one, this alone is enough to make the old monk who has attained the status of a venerable person admire him.
This level of understanding is much more terrifying than that of his disciples. With such aptitude, it is no wonder that his disciples were defeated by this young man. It is not unfair.
"I don't deserve such praise from you, Master. I wonder if you came here specifically to look for me?"
"The donor has a keen eye, that's exactly it."
Venerable Ci'en looked calm. The waves that had just been stirred up by seeing Feng Qing'an and seeing that Feng Qing'an had a special physique had subsided.
"This has been discussed. How are you going to deal with me?"
Feng Qing'an brought the jade-clean lotus root that was still dripping in his hand to his mouth, and with a crisp sound, Feng Qing'an bit off a big piece. The crisp chewing sound followed, and a refreshing fragrance spread.
"Amitabha, you have misunderstood. We have no intention of punishing you."
"If you don't intend to punish me, then why are you trying to stop me? I haven't had enough yet!"
Feng Qing'an shook the lotus root in his hand and took another bite, the fragrance filled the air.
"I wonder if you are interested in joining my Buddhist sect to practice Buddhism?"
The old monk went straight to the point without any hesitation and asked directly, while Feng Qingan was more decisive and blurted out the answer without even thinking.
"No."
After hearing Feng Qing'an's reply, the old monk fell silent, because he could vaguely glimpse Feng Qing'an's thoughts. What he thought in his heart was the same as what he said.
This young man had no intention of becoming a monk or entering Buddhism, but this was normal. How many people in the secular world were willing to abide by the Buddhist rules and regulations and become monks? What's more, this young man was so extraordinary.
"Since you don't want to enter Buddhism, why do you bother to study Buddhist scriptures in my Sutra Hall?"
Venerable Ci'en asked aloud, based on what he had seen so far, if this boy studied Buddhism diligently, he would definitely be able to achieve the right result and obtain the right position, at least becoming a Bodhisattva, or even becoming another Buddha in Buddhism.
“I don’t want to enter Buddhism, but I want to study Buddhism!”
"Donor, do you know that the Dharma should not be passed on to the six ears? Donor, you have read the secret Buddhist scriptures of my Buddhist temple, but you are unwilling to enter my Zen temple. It really makes us feel very embarrassed."
Venerable Ci'en tried to continue reasoning with Feng Qing'an. After all, they were in the right no matter where the matter was put, and they were already being very polite - after all, it was their own Buddhist disciples who led the people in, so what could they do?
"Embarrassment? Well, if the old monk turns a blind eye and pretends not to see me, I will just leave. That way everyone will be happy and you won't have to be embarrassed."
Feng Qing'an sighed softly. He actually couldn't figure out what his elder brother was thinking and what arrangements he had made. Wouldn't it be better if he could maintain the magical power that reduced his presence until he left the Buddhist temple? This would prevent him from being discovered by the temple and having to stay here and eat only vegetarian food.
“…”
After hearing Feng Qing'an's words, even Venerable Ci'en, who had great self-control, could not help but remain silent. He even began to reflect on whether his disciple was too wronged. After all, the young man's character was so bad. It was worth thinking about how they first met.
"But we have already discovered the donor's whereabouts. With the donor's behavior, it is difficult for us to sit back and do nothing. If the donor really does not want to join the Buddhist sect, then we can only go find him and discuss other measures."
Venerable Ci'en spoke slowly.
"You must punish me and cannot let me go?"
Feng Qingan's expression is somewhat amusing.
"Donor, you have read too many scriptures in my temple, and they are all fundamental secrets."
Venerable Ci'en was able to glimpse the scriptures floating in Feng Qing'an's mind. While the young man was distracted by talking to him, he was still studying the scriptures.
He could vaguely glimpse some of it, which made him marvel, because this young man could really understand the true meaning contained in the scriptures. It was indeed a pity that such a person could not enter Buddhism, but what was even more regrettable was that the Zen temple could not use any coercive means.
"Do I need to give you an explanation that satisfies you?"
Feng Qing'an reached out and touched his chin. He was now considering whether he should learn another martial art. It would only take a few days to be able to perform it properly. Then he could perform a few exercises to disperse his energy. This kind of explanation was no different from a punishment. Who wouldn't be satisfied?
"Donor, do you think the same method will be effective the second time?"
After the old monk said this in a calm tone, Feng Qing'an widened his eyes in surprise, and then suddenly realized something. He frowned and the next moment, a bright and clear glass-like golden light burst out from his whole body.
Originally a handsome young man in this corrupt world, in the blink of an eye he turned into a bodhisattva banished to the mortal world. With golden light shining, he transformed into a twelve-meter-tall body, looking down at the old monk with a surprised look on his face.
"You can still see into my thoughts?"
After finishing reading all the most important last three levels of scriptures in the Sutra Repository Hall, if Feng Qing'an still couldn't figure out how the old monk was trying to spy on his thoughts, then all his reading of the scriptures over the past few years would have been in vain.
“…”
Seeing Feng Qing'an manifesting the body of a Bodhisattva, Venerable Ci'en fell completely silent. It was true that he had cultivated telepathy, but he was not the Buddha. Being able to glimpse into other people's thoughts was already against the will of heaven, so how could he possibly spy on them so unscrupulously?
"It seems that I can't do that."
At this moment, Feng Qingan, who could be described as having a dignified appearance, smiled.
Leaving aside martial arts, whether it is Buddhism or Taoism, the practice of Dharmakaya is not simply about pursuing great power to overturn the seas and immortality that lasts through the years. Things like witchcraft, incantations, and divination are all within the scope of the target.
"Donor, you have already cultivated such a Dharma body. Do you think it is appropriate for you to leave this temple so easily? If we let you go, how can we explain to the ancestors?"
"Doesn't Buddhism teach that all living beings are equal? If all living beings are equal, why should we care about Buddhist scriptures?"
"Would you like to debate with me, the poor monk?"
The old monk, who looked extremely old, asked calmly .
“…”
Feng Qingan's expression froze for a moment.
Although he had studied Buddhist scriptures for several years, he was not so upset as to have a debate with such an old monk. Even if it was common knowledge in the world, he would not be able to make it through in a debate with him.
You can say black is white and white is gray, you can call a deer a horse and a mulberry tree a locust tree. If you can't even do this, then don't bother arguing with others.
"Donor, do you really not want to enter our Buddhist temple?"
"Master, do you know my ambition?"
"I don't know."
"The road ahead is long and lonely. I want to learn from the emperors in the human world, to have three palaces and six courtyards, and to have seventy-two concubines."
The whole body of Feng Qing'an was shining with Buddha's light, showing the true meaning of glass . He was like a Bodhisattva descended to the world. His words were shocking, and in an instant, the many venerables who were paying attention to this place were unable to control themselves, and were shocked and angry.
"If I were to enter Buddhism, I wonder if this temple would allow me to realize this small wish of mine."
"Amitabha, our temple does not have any Happy Zen tradition, so I'm afraid it won't be possible for the donor to do as he wishes."
Venerable Ci'en chanted the Buddha's name to calm his mind.
"There is no joyful Zen! There is nothing I can do!"
Feng Qingan showed a look of regret.
"I can't abandon my wife and children to join Buddhism!"
"In this case, I have a method that can solve this problem. I wonder if you are willing to accept it?"
Venerable Ci'en did not show any anger, but asked calmly.
"What method?"
Feng Qingan asked curiously.
"Let there be no you here."
The moment he finished speaking, Venerable Ci'en stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Qing'an. As Feng Qing'an looked stunned, the world spun around him, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.
"Ci'en, what do you want to do?"
"Don't make the mistake!"
"Don't be so presumptuous!"
Several roars were heard, reverberating in the sky above the Tianlong Temple. Hands shining with golden light or resembling colored glaze fell from the sky and grabbed the old monk.
Venerable Ci'en, who had snatched Feng Qing'an and all the rare and exotic animals beside him with one palm, looked indifferently at the big hand falling above his head, took a step forward, and disappeared in an instant, without even a trace of breath left.
"Tell this to the Buddha!"
