Chapter 360 It's Your Choice
"Void!?"
When everything in front of Feng Qing'an's eyes became clear again, endless darkness came upon him. In the darkness, an old monk in simple monk's robes stood, staring at him quietly.
clang clang!
The little phoenix that was squatting on the boy's shoulder suddenly let out a cry full of anger and violence. Its dark wings spread out, and the phoenix fire that exuded overwhelming hostility and evil thoughts swept across the sky and the ground, even the void was slightly distorted, as if it was about to be burned through and collapsed.
When the Dark Phoenix spread its wings and screamed, the Phantom Wolf also displayed its hundred-foot-tall demon body and let out an angry roar. The blue fire that could burn the soul burned fiercely in the void, illuminating for thousands of miles. The Qilin stepped on the darkness, and the green air swept in all directions.
The sudden change caught the beasts around Feng Qingan off guard, and then they were filled with fear, but the extreme fear gave birth to anger. At this moment, these beasts erupted in full force, with black flames, soul fire, green air, and all kinds of magical powers rolling towards the seemingly ordinary old monk.
When this flame that was powerful enough to melt mountains and evaporate rivers was about to touch Venerable Ci'en, a soft and faint golden light suddenly burst out, pushing away all the flames and green air.
Still maintaining a height of twelve zhang, Feng Qing'an, who looked like a bodhisattva, was extremely calm at this moment. Even the dark fire of the phoenix, the green energy of the unicorn that brought spring to all things, and the soul-devouring ghost fire that could burn the soul could hardly hurt the old monk.
The realm gap is so great that even those with supreme sacred bloodlines find it difficult to cross such a gap. When a true dragon cub meets a true immortal, it is no different from a loach in a quagmire.
"Does Donor Feng still remember a monk?"
"who?"
"Yinghai!"
"What's his relationship to you?"
"This is the most talented disciple I have ever accepted in my life. I have the highest expectations for him . I even hope that he can become a new Buddha on Lingshan Mountain."
"Oh, I see."
Feng Qing'an understood immediately, but he was still a little puzzled. Although he had thought about killing him at first, he did not succeed. The monk did have a strong backing.
"So the big hand he took away in front of me was yours. Didn't you just take it away? Just because of this, you come to trouble me. Did I destroy his foundation? Not really, right?"
"You ruined his Zen!"
"His mind is fragile, is it my fault? I can only blame him for not having enough experience, which has caused his mind to waver."
Even though he was in danger, Feng Qing'an not only did not show any fear, but instead argued with the old monk. He felt that he should not take the blame, his mentality was broken, and it was none of his business.
"What the donor said makes sense. Yinghai's fragile mind is his fault. I indulged him too much, so he couldn't bear it. His future was ruined, and now he can only reincarnate and cultivate again."
"Reincarnated and rebuilt?"
Feng Qingan's nerves tensed up instantly. He thought the person was not dead, but it turned out that he had been reincarnated. It seemed that the person was gone. No wonder the old monk had such a big grudge and brought him here.
"You want to kill me? To avenge your disciple?"
Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and a golden dragon roared, broke into pieces in the air, and draped over his body. A gorgeous halberd fell into his hand, a long sword with a coiled green dragon fell at his waist, and a coiled dragon seal fell into his hand.
The divine light was vast, the dragon energy was surging, and Feng Qingan's aura surged again. The old monk's brows twitched slightly, and then he loosened his grip again, holding one palm upright in front of him.
"Amitabha, when will the cycle of revenge end?"
The old monk stood in the pitch-black phoenix fire, his whole body emitting a faint glazed golden light. His expression was calm, and his originally sad face now revealed compassion.
"My disciple has such an experience. Why should he have such a calamity? When he returns from reincarnation after experiencing the calamity, he may be able to ascend to a higher level and attain Buddhahood."
"Master, it is truly commendable that your disciple has such an opportunity. In this case, I wonder why you have brought me here?"
"Donor, you have a deep connection with the Buddhist disciples of our temple, but you are unwilling to join our Buddhist sect. It is inconvenient for you to get too close to the Buddhist disciples of our temple. The opportunities you have gained from the Buddhist disciples are already more than enough."
Venerable Ci'en lowered his eyebrows. Even though that Buddhist disciple had many things that were beyond his comprehension, he had always abided by the rules and had never overstepped the boundaries.
Even though his disciple was deprived of the position that should have inherited the Buddha's throne, he had nothing to say. His disciple Yinghai just felt depressed and did not feel that there was any injustice. It was just that the other party was crushed in all aspects, and his self-confidence was destroyed.
But when the Buddhist disciple met the young man in front of him, he made an extremely unusual move. Not only did he suddenly disappear from the mountain gate for four years, but after bringing the young man back, he actually took him into the sect's treasure hall and let him read it.
The care and love he gave him was beyond comprehension. He gave him whatever he wanted, and was so indulgent and doting that he was better than a father, not to mention a brother.
Therefore, Venerable Ci'en felt that how could a person who had such a great influence on Buddhists be allowed to remain in Buddhism? He should be kicked out and sent to a place where it would be difficult for the two to meet.
"So, what's your intention in making me disappear from this world? Aren't you trying to kill me?"
"This world is so vast that it is beyond your imagination. I want to release you into the void. As for where you will land, it all depends on your own luck."
"You old bald ass!"
Feng Qing'an finally lost control of his expression and became furious, cursing loudly. What's the difference between exiling him into the void and letting him drift and fall into any environment in the vast universe and killing someone?
It is true that the human race is the protagonist of the world today, but they are only scattered in various continents of the world and have an advantage. However, some continents are still dominated by demons and alien races, many of which are extremely hostile to the human race and want to overthrow the human race and gain the orthodox position in the world.
"Amitabha, the donor has great blessings and will be able to turn misfortune into fortune even if he encounters danger."
Venerable Ci'en showed compassion on his face. He stretched out his hand and pushed. No matter whether it was Feng Qing'an who was already wearing the Minglong Armor, or the many beasts that had revealed their true forms and were unscrupulously venting their power to increase their combat effectiveness, they were all pushed into a sudden crack in the void and fell into the darkness, no one knew where they landed.
"Amitabha."
Venerable Ci'en watched the crack in the void slowly heal, and then silently chanted a Buddhist name. When he turned around and saw the man in pure white monk robes, there was no surprise on his old face.
"Greetings to the Buddha!"
"Ci En!"
Fayuan looked calm, neither sad nor happy.
"I am here."
"Do you know what you are doing?"
"Everything is just as the Buddha expected."
Ci'en replied without any sadness or joy.
“I am not omniscient.”
Fayuan's expression remained calm.
"Didn't the Buddha foresee all this now?"
There was no fear on Ci'en's face. Since he dared to take action, he was ready.
“…”
Fayuan looked at the old monk quietly, and the old monk's figure was reflected in his clear and bright eyes.
"Buddha, won't you go after him? With your magical powers, it will be easy to find the donor Feng."
"No need, he is already capable enough to travel the world."
"It seems that this is indeed what you expected."
Venerable Ci'en's face showed a trace of sadness. It was really uncomfortable to feel that everything he did was predicted and controlled by others. He was obviously a Venerable, but he was still a chess piece. What made him most unacceptable was that this was an idea that came to his mind.
"Amitabha, Yinghai has been reincarnated, but the place where he was thrown is quite dangerous, and I am afraid he will fall."
Fayuan suddenly changed the topic and mentioned an issue that had nothing to do with Feng Qingan. The old monk, who had originally looked sad, suddenly showed excitement on his face and his eyes widened slightly.
"May I ask, fellow Buddhist, where is Yinghai's reincarnation?"
"Even if you know, what's the use? Do you want to protect him?"
"If there is a death calamity, I am willing to block it with my own body."
"If you block it, Yinghai's death will become your death."
Fayuan reminded.
"I would like to go, may I ask where?"
Ci'en did not hesitate.
"good!"
Fayuan bowed slightly.
"Yinghai was born in Antarctica, in Chilian State."
"Xijizhou, Chilian Kingdom!?"
Venerable Ci'en suddenly widened his cloudy old eyes. He looked at the Buddhist disciple in front of him, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, because even in other continents, he had heard of this famous demon country, Chiliang Kingdom.
The place where his disciple was born was actually such a place. The humans born here were basically the food or reserve food for the demons. The death calamity mentioned by the Buddha was probably more than one.
If he wanted to block them all, he would probably die in the country of demons. No, as long as he went there, he would definitely die in the country of Chilian, which was one of the rare forbidden areas for humans in the world and a paradise for demons.
"It's up to you whether to go or not."
Fayuan's eyes remained calm throughout. After saying this, the white-robed monk turned around and disappeared into the void, leaving Venerable Ci'en alone standing in the void.
"That's all!"
With a sigh, the venerable with a sad face took a step forward and also disappeared into the void.
From that day on, there was one less venerable monk in Tianlong Temple. No one asked about him, no one investigated, it was as if he had never existed, and this person was no longer in the world.
…
Crash!
The sound of waves hitting the rock wall rang out, and a moist fishy smell of the sea entered his nostrils. Feng Qing'an suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright golden light suddenly shot out from his pupils. Then a roar full of panic and fear, but still holding on, which seemed to be fierce but actually strong, was heard.
"What the hell?!"
What caught my eye were humanoid monsters crowded one after another on the coastline, holding all kinds of crude and primitive weapons. Murlocs?!
"die!"
These monsters looked like fish that had grown limbs and walked upright. Their hideous and ugly faces made Feng Qingan feel disgusted, and he subconsciously swung his palm...
