The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 620
Chapter 620: Chapter 358: Disaster_2
The reason why Hua Qingyu could create a method related to blood Qi that points directly to the Dao in the realm that had not yet reached the core formation was that the Art of Star Entrance was involved. No matter what kind of method it was, as long as it was related to body refining, it could be incorporated into it.
At this moment, Feng Qing’an had mastered the “Great Circulation of Star Entrance Art.” Because it had integrated too much of the Buddhist Gate’s methods, the stars in his opened orifices all radiated a faint golden light, exuding a sense of the sacred and immortal.
Since the Blood Qi Stars had undergone such a transformation, Feng Qing’an naturally wanted to test and see what kind of changes would occur when he cultivated to a higher realm.
After all, his Blood Qi had grown but had only undergone qualitative changes. In terms of quantity, it was no different from before he recited the scriptures.
After all, Spiritual Qi would not naturally generate. How much could there be under his natural intake and his layers of absorption, compared to the Spiritual Qi from devouring treasures?
No matter how this Daoist mnemonic changed, there was no difference in its ability to devour treasure rich in Spiritual Qi.
“As long as the benefactor does not leave this temple, it will be fine.”
“Then may I appreciate the scenery within your temple, stroll around, and perhaps eat some fruits from the temple?”
“As long as the benefactor does not kill or consume meat, it will be permitted.”
“Hahaha, with the assurance from the great master, I am at ease. I will stay here for the time being and wait for the monks’ opinions. I will tour around your temple first.”
After speaking, a golden light flashed under Feng Qing’an’s feet, and he instantly disappeared from the summit of the Nine Layer Scripture Pavilion. In the next instant, he appeared a hundred feet away, and with a few flickering moves, he quickly left the Buddhist Gate’s sacred grounds.
Seeing this, the old monk’s snowy white eyebrows quivered. This Divine Power had a hint of the Supernatural Power, and the monk immediately recognized that this technique was born from a profound and secret Buddhist Divine Power in their Scripture Library.
This was a simplified and extended application of the Supernatural Power. After all, not all monks could learn the Buddhist Gate’s Six Penetrations. It required extremely high comprehension and even certain opportunities.
“Amitabha.”
The white-eyebrowed old monk chanted the Buddha’s name and disappeared in front of the Scripture Library.
In the Purple Bamboo Forest, a young man in white appeared, smiling and walking leisurely. With a light flick of his finger, he deftly picked several bamboo shoots and immediately started to eat them, seeming well-seasoned in this.
Feng Qing’an enjoyed the feast in this place. The fresh fragrance filled the air of the Purple Bamboo Forest. As a breeze swept through the forest, a novice monk who was attracted by the scene discovered Feng Qing’an, the awful thief.
He widened his eyes and stood in place for a long time, and in the next moment, couldn’t help but let out a cry.
“This is you again, why haven’t you died yet?”
“Why should I die?”
Feng Qing’an looked confused,
“You have already lost your cultivation.”
“So what?”
Feng Qing’an’s face was full of satisfaction. He peeled the outer shell of the tender bamboo shoot, and after revealing the tender flesh inside, he ate all of it in a few bites.
Ordinary bamboo shoots obviously can’t be eaten raw like this, but the Purple Gold bamboo shoots are sweet, delicious and rare delicacies in the world.
“You actually dug up so many!”
Seeing that Feng Qing’an ate a pile of them and was still not satisfied, and the bamboo shoot shells in front of him were almost piled up into a small mountain, the young monk was immediately anxious, his eyes red and he bared his teeth and claws to pounce on Feng Qing’an.
This is not like the last time he just tasted a bit. This time, Feng Qing’an almost cleaned out all the bamboo shoots in the Purple Bamboo Forest. To wait for the next batch, one may need to wait another ten years, for the next lot of bamboo shoots to sprout from the soil.
“I can’t help it. I just met an old monk who allowed me to eat as much as I wanted as long as I didn’t kill. So, step aside. I have been granted permission.”
As he spoke, Feng Qing’an took a bite, and as the Spiritual Qi exploded in his body, his body suddenly radiated golden light, hinting at the meaning of glazed glass.
To the young monk, the totally unexpected tranquility immediately widened his eyes in surprise. He pointed at Feng Qing’an,
“You, you…”
“What about me? Are you suddenly stuttering? Do you want me to cure you? I’ve studied a few volumes of the Pharmacopoeia!”
Feng Qing’an’s eyes flashed with mischief as if contemplating something. So far, he had mastered no less than ten self-healing techniques. How effective they were would need testing. Naturally, he preferred to test on others rather than hurting himself and then healing himself. He wasn’t that dull.
“Are you cultivating a Golden Body?!”
Even though he was just a novice monk, he was from a prominent Buddhist temple. Seeing Feng Qing’an’s flowing golden light that faintly hinted at the color of colored glaze, he understood.
“Close enough!”
Feng Qing’an didn’t deny it when he heard it. After all, the “Art of Star Entrance” that he was currently cultivating did contain some concepts of the Buddhist Golden Body.
However, he didn’t just integrate one type. Of course, this didn’t matter. In Buddhism, there are countless types of Golden Bodies. Monks with wisdom and superior talents could create their own Golden Bodies.
In this respect, he wasn’t much different – he mixed in even more disorderly elements, including not only the Buddhist Golden Body but also the Taoist Immortal Body technique and even the Martial Undying Body.
“I owe Hua Qingyu a significant karma debt!”
Even though the true disciple of Star Lodging Sect didn’t pass on the entirety of “The Art of Star Entrance” she possessed.
After all, a large part of it involved the secret techniques of her sect. However, this didn’t matter. Hua Qingyu had not held back any of the core teachings and passed them all to him. This was enough.
“One who is contented is always happy!”
Feng Qing’an, who couldn’t resist the delicious aroma of the shoot in his mouth, sighed. The words came straight from his mouth. The novice monk who had been surprised by his cultivation of the Golden Body was immediately enraged and flung his fist at him.
“Then you should quickly put down the purple bamboo shoot!”
The novice monk who had thrown himself at Feng Qing’an was suspended in mid-air, waving his limbs helplessly. His handsome young face, now twisted in anger, seemed quite ghastly as he yelled at Feng Qing’an.
“I’ve already pulled it out, why should I put it back? Eat it!”
With that, Feng Qing’an stuffed the last bamboo shoot into the shouting mouth of the novice monk, effectively silencing him as he walked away, his back turned to the purple bamboo forest.
“Demon!”
After the little monk bit down on the bamboo shoot that had been forced into his mouth, he held the leftovers in his hand. As he fell through the air, he couldn’t help but yell at Feng Qing’an.
“Demon?”
At that shout, Feng Qing’an immediately stopped and turned around. Nine large stars lit up in sequence on his body, glistening golden and as transparent as colored glaze. An aura of Buddhist meditation was evident about him,
“Little monk, look at me. Which part of me looks like a demon?”
“You’re a demon through and through! Look at the purple bamboo forest. You’ve nearly destroyed it!”
“Nonsense, aren’t these bamboos all here? I haven’t nibbled on the bamboo, just eaten some shoots. They sprout once every ten years, what’s there to fuss about? Let’s go. I will treat you to some other delights.”
Feng Qing’an had only visited this place for the unique taste of the purple bamboo shoots, which had left an impression on him. He grabbed the protesting novice monk and headed towards Pine Forest.
“No, no! I don’t want to be a demon!”
The juvenile monk struggled vehemently.
“It’s not up to you.”
Regardless, Feng Qing’an set off towards an apricot grove with the little monk, remembering the taste of the Spiritual Apricots. As for the spiritual essence they contained, it didn’t matter to Feng Qing’an. It was the same whether the quantity compensated for the lack of age.
Just as Feng Qing’an was wreaking havoc on the spiritual plants and immortal grasses planted by the Heavenly Dragon Temple, the esteemed figures within the Heavenly Dragon Zen Temple gathered together, their faces full of worry and gloom.
