Chapter 348: Chapter 224: Dare to Ask Benefactor, Do You Often Interact with Ghost CreaturesâŠâŠ_2
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âNot only will I not ignore it, but if anyone dares to make a move on her, they are disrespecting me. I will not be polite during that situation!â
Feng Qingâan smiled.
âIt is indeed the case that I am willing to return this creature to the demon clan. If this demon is allowed to reside among civilians as the town deity said, it would bring chaos and cost lives, something I will not stand by.â
The Heavenly Dragon monk enunciated his philosophy.
âZen master is truly lofty indeed!â
At this time, Feng Qingâan understood. This Heavenly Dragon monkâs attitude towards demons was not all about strict suppression. For him, there were in fact two kinds of demons, those without a master could be slain, while those with a master could be nurtured.
Since the carp essenceâs husband worked for his sect for money, this allowed the fish demon to roam free, as she would be under his direct influence. With strong martial control in place, she could be allowed to coexist with humans.
However, previous tolerance of the demon clanâs benevolent nature and the slack enforcement of rules could not continue. Assigning sole responsibility of civilian lives to the whims of demons was something he could not tolerate.
Having understood this, Feng Qingâan had another question.
âSince the Zen Master thinks this way, why didnât you discuss it with the town deity in the Underworld? Why do you only insist on suppressing the demons? â
If this Heavenly Dragon monk had communicated his thoughts in the Underworld, the conflict would have been avoided.
âThat town deityâs tolerance towards the demon beings has already exceeded what is necessary. He lacks the intention to kill demons!â
As per the Heavenly Dragon monk, the town deity was overly lenient towards the demonic beings. Hence, he only propagated the necessity of demon suppression. He never hoped that the deity would fully comprehend this but even a slight increase in hostility towards demons would be beneficial.
âJust like this?â
Feng Qingâan found it somewhat unbelievable.
âWest Xi Lan Continent lacks incense gods. Therefore, I wanted to test the town deityâs divine power!â
The Heavenly Dragon monk candidly admitted it.
âI knew it was this!â
Feng Qingâan laughed heartily. The way the Heavenly Dragon monk had entered the Underworld didnât seem like a debate, rather it felt like a confrontational situation. As it turned out, he had indeed challenged the ghosts and gods there. After the conflict, he did seem to have some intention of competing with the strongest ghost god.
âSo, Zen Master, are you satisfied?â
âIf my master hadnât given me the Seven-treasure Gold Crest before leaving, I might have been trapped in the Underworld!â
With such words, it seemed the Heavenly Dragon monk admitted his weakness compared to the town deity. But Feng Qingâan didnât underestimate him. After all, the monk had been brave enough to confront the deity in the Underworld.
The Heavenly Dragon monk had been inferior compared to the town deity. Though the Three-headed Six-armed Demon-suppressing Method he manifested did have some suppressive power, compared to the deityâs massive figure, it was like an ant. Despite that, the monk managed to parry each attack.
âHaha, the town deity didnât play fair!â
Feng Qingâan hadnât missed the magical urn the town deity had brought out at the end, which was a holy relic that the people of Fengtian City had been offering incense to and worshipping for a long time.
âA loss is a loss. Nothing to be ashamed of. My powers were insufficient. Itâs only fitting I was defeated while challenging the ghosts and gods! â
âAlright, I havenât asked yet. Zen Master, for what purpose have you come to visit me?â
Only then did Feng Qingâan ask the purpose of the Heavenly Dragon monkâs visit. Although he could somewhat guess the reason, he still needed to confirm it.
âAn elder has asked me to bring you the true sutras of Buddhism, hence my visit!â
âThe true sutras of Buddhism?â
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingâan instinctively wanted to refuse. He now understood the reason the monks in the Underworld were aggressively against him.
If he was to cultivate, he would naturally choose Taoism over Buddhism, which had many restrictions and a strict hierarchy. Chanting scriptures while being a vegetarian didnât interest him.
However, before he could refuse, Feng Qingâan recalled the words of Dong Huang. He said that many advanced learners in Taoism used Buddhist scriptures to refine their Daoist Heart and test their cultivation.
âLet me see!â
Since the true sutras were being offered for free, turning them down would be a waste. In an instant, Feng Qingâan changed his mind.
Even if one doesnât practice the divine power of Buddhism, itâs not bad to use it as a sharpening stone for oneself.
âThere is a considerable amount, Master, perhaps you should find a spacious place!â
Heavenly Dragon Monk Yinghai kindly suggested.
Although he came to deliver the scriptures, even he felt that the scriptures prepared by the local monks were overly abundant, not knowing if any were duplicated.
âA lot?â
Feng Qingâan didnât dismiss it, but took it quite seriously, as for those practicing cultivation, what constitutes a lot may be beyond common peopleâs imagination.
A short moment later, Heavenly Dragon Monk was led by Feng Qingâan to a clean and tidy warehouse. When stacks of well-arranged scriptures were placed in front of Feng Qingâan, gradually filling the spacious warehouse, even Feng Qingâan was astounded.
âSo many?â
âAccording to the elders who found me, this is the accumulation of more than ten temples!â
Heavenly Dragon Monk directly sold out the local monks, he didnât promise to keep any secrets for them.
âI see!â
Feng Qingâan nodded slightly, considering the circumstances, it was normal. But the quantity was indeed too much.
âWant to take a look?â
âHmm!â
Feng Qingâan, who had been flipping through many Dao sutras, casually picked up a scroll. Holding it in his hand, he began reading. To ordinary people, the Buddhist principles could be abstruse and hard to understand, but in Feng Qingâanâs eyes, it was as clear as reading palm lines, revealing the true essence of Buddhism without any concealment.
A faint Buddha light emerged behind Feng Qingâan, outlining the shape of an incomplete lotus. As Feng Qingâan leafed through the scripture, the structure of the lotus became more and more complete.
Upon seeing this, even Heavenly Dragon Monk, who was prepared for this, couldnât help but recite scripture in his heart to steady his Zen Heart.
He didnât fail to notice that Feng Qingâan wasnât interested in their Buddhist scriptures, he even seemed repelled by them, but had agreed to receive them for some unknown reason.
Even with such an attitude, casually flipping through the scriptures, he was able to manifest such phenomena, how could those monks who diligently studied Buddhism feel at ease?
âHmm?!â
With his eyes half-closed, the Heavenly Dragon Monk who didnât want to watch this scene seemed to sense something. He suddenly raised his head, the originally ordinary pupils were suddenly stained gold, eventually transforming into golden vertical pupils, as if a Heavenly Dragon from the Buddhist Gate had opened its eyes.
In his eyes at this moment, Feng Qingâan, the young man in white clothes had an invisible aura blocking him, but he also had the Seven-treasure Gold Crest above his head, helping him break through part of the confusion and see a strand of âblack energyâ lingering on Feng Qingâan.
âHow could this be?â
The moment he saw the black energy, Yinghaiâs face showed puzzlement and incomprehension, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible.
âZen Master, whatâs wrong? Why do you have such an expression?â
At this moment, Feng Qingâan had finished the Buddhist scripture at hand and casually threw it back. When he looked up, he saw the odd expression on Heavenly Dragon Monkâs face and asked.
âAmitabha, please forgive my rudeness. May I ask, Master Wind, have you often been associating with the ghost category?â
Seeing the golden lotus behind Feng Qingâan disintegrate and disappear as he discarded the scripture, the straightforward monk no longer held back and directly asked the question.
âZen Master, what are you saying?â
Feng Qingâan raised an eyebrow. This bald monk did have some insight â he must have seen something. But his guess was far from the truth.
âDo I look like someone whoâd make a hobby of seeking out Ghost Creatures? I am still of pure Yang body without any contamination!â
âBut I saw your body has⊠yes, youâre certainly being blinded by your divine wisdom!â
Heavenly Dragon Monk suddenly stopped talking, a look of realization dawned in his eyes, then he changed the subject,
âMay I stay in your residence for a while? Iâm not asking for much, just a place where I can stand a needle would do!â