The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Chapter 212: Boring, I want to see blood flow like a river

Translator: 549690339

“A ridge of skull, a forest of bones. Human hair scattered like a carpet, human flesh rotted into mud and dust. Human sinew wrapped around trees, dried and shining like silver. Mountainous corpses, a sea of blood, the stench of rot intolerable. Small demons ripping living humans apart, pouring demons boiling human flesh and cooking it fresh…”

When Feng Qing’an entered the city god’s main hall in the Fengtian Underworld with the Civil Judge, they saw the Heavenly Dragon Monk, who had only recently entered the Underworld, standing in the center of the hall, his voice clear and calm, describing the terrifying affairs of the demons.

Feng Qing’an, who had just entered the hall, heard about such brutal demons and paused, his expression becoming solemn. Glancing left and right, he saw that the real people of Taoism, the great monks, who had entered earlier were all seated at the tables on both sides.

However, when Feng Qing’an was looking at others, the Taoists and monks who had come in before him were also looking towards him, and even the Yinghai Zen Master, who was describing the brutality of the demons, gave Feng Qing’an a look.

Feng Qing’an clearly saw that the Heavenly Dragon Monk, who dared to scold the ghosts and gods as soon as he arrived, and even the city god was unfazed, twitched slightly at the sight of him, as if he was reminded of some extremely unpleasant past events.

“Please take your seat, sir!”

The Civil Judge slightly stepped aside, gesturing towards the top seat at the right of the city god’s table. This was the seat for the highest-ranking guest at the feast. Feng Qing’an looked at the vacant top seat and those monks and Taoists who were basically sitting back and laughed, saying,

“I’ll sit next to this predecessor!”

Feng Qing’an’s gaze fell on an old beggar sitting in the middle of the table, who was the first Taoist to break into the Underworld. This old beggar with disheveled hair and shabby clothes was holding a shiny roast chicken in his hands and was enjoying it immensely, just like an old beggar tasting meat and wine for the first time.

“You, young lad, you look familiar. Sit in front of me to shield me. Don’t sit back there. I thought I was low-key enough, but these guys all shrunk their heads, they all wished they could stand at the door to enjoy the excitement and refused to sit upfront!”

Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s voice, the old beggar looked up at him, and then gave the Taoist priests and monks behind them a once-over.

This was because even though he sat in the middle, he was still the closest to the divine podium. He could barely see the features of the city god, who was emanating a hot green and purple divine light.

“We must have met for the first time, if you feel I look familiar, you must have met my brother!”

Feng Qing’an walked towards the seat in front of the old beggar, followed closely by Sen Miao and Bai Yao, who dared not lag behind. In this place, everyone dared not be presumptuous.

“Your brother?”

The old beggar, who was originally feasting, took a careful look at Feng Qing’an’s face after being reminded and was immediately puzzled. He looked confused, saying,

“Strange!”

“What’s so strange?”

Feng Qing’an sat down and glanced at the green jade table in front of him, which had a few dishes of Spirit Fruits and a jug of clear wine. It was very simple. This discussion was hastily arranged by the Fengtian Underworld, probably set up at the last minute. After all, even the guests wandered in out of curiosity, so it was not surprising.

“Never mind, never mind, it’s just that this old man has poor knowledge and made a mistake!”

The old beggar’s gaze lingered on Feng Qing’an until he sat down and then turned his attention back to the greasy roast chicken in front of him. However, he kept mumbling something under his breath, but Feng Qing’an could no longer hear it.

“Such mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and caves of demonic bones, in more than half a Jiazi of my Buddhist cultivation, I have seen no less than ten such places!”

Yinghai, the Heavenly Dragon Monk, glanced at Feng Qing’an and continued to recount the harm done by demons to the city god. What he was talking about were things he had personally experienced, having seen a mountain of white bones and a forest of human skin. As for the demons, he adhered to the principle of rather wrongfully killing than mistakenly letting go.

“A demon is a demon, devouring human flesh and blood, just as humans slaughter cattle and sheep. Even if they pretend to be good, they cannot change their nature of devouring humans. If you ghosts and gods sympathize with these creatures, you would be accomplices to the demons, and harm innocent mortals!”

“Goodness, possessing such cultivation after half a Jiazi of practicing Buddhism, what kind of background does this little bald donkey have? Are all the bald donkeys outside this powerful? In comparison, our monks in Nan Hua might as well disrobe to avoid losing face for their Buddha!”

Upon hearing the Heavenly Dragon Monk’s words, the oil-spewing old beggar was immediately taken aback. What surprised him was not the brutal nature of the demons in the West Xi Lan Continent, but the brief period of cultivation of the Heavenly Dragon Monk in front of him.

“Amitabha!”

Cursing bald donkeys right in a monk’s face was something no monk could tolerate. A monk sitting at the opposite table chanted a Buddhist mantra. Although he seemed to have a benevolent look, vague Buddha light emerged from his body.

“The poor monk has once heard that in the West Xi Lan Continent, there is a Buddhist temple with a tradition of ten thousand years, every generation has a Buddha child born. I wonder, is Zen Master Yinghai a Buddha’s child of the Heavenly Dragon Zen Temple?”

“Amitabha, this humble monk is just a small monk from the temple and not a Buddha’s child. The current Buddha’s child of our temple is my elder brother, Fayuan!”

On hearing the question, Yinghai Zen Master responded. However, while speaking, his eyelids drooped, as if he did not want to discuss the matter any further.

“Zen master has such cultivation and yet is not the Buddha child of the temple?”

When Yinghai finished speaking, several old monks showed an astonished look on their faces. Not only these monks, but also other cultivators who had entered here were visibly moved.