Chapter 214 Boring, I want to see blood flow into rivers
Chapter 214 It’s boring, I want to see the blood flowing like a river
Author: Ruixuefengnian
Chapter 214 It’s boring, I want to see the blood flowing like a river
"Skeletons are like ridges, and bones are like forests. Human hair is like felt pieces, and human skin and flesh are rotten into mud. Human sinews are wrapped around trees, and they are burnt and shiny like silver. There are mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the stench is unpleasant. The little demon general
The living people took the chopped flesh, and the demons cooked the human flesh freshly..."
When Feng Qing'an followed Wen Yan into the Yin Division City God's Hall in Fengtian, he saw the Tianlong Monk who had just entered the Yin Division standing in the center of the hall, with a clear voice, calmly telling the horrifying things about demons.
Feng Qing'an, who had just entered the temple, was startled when he heard such a cruel demon, and his expression became solemn. He looked to the left and right, and saw the Taoist masters and eminent monks who had come in earlier, sitting at tables on both sides.
However, when Feng Qing'an looked at others, the Taoists and monks who came in first also looked at him. At first glance, they couldn't help but be startled. Even Zen Master Yinghai, who was explaining the cruelty of demons, turned his head to
Feng Qingan took a look.
Feng Qing'an clearly saw that the Tianlong Monk, who dared to scold ghosts and gods when he first arrived and was not afraid of even the City God, twitched slightly when he saw him. He didn't know that he was thinking of some extremely unpleasant past events.
"Master, please take a seat!"
The literary judge turned slightly sideways and reached out to lead him to the chief seat on the right under the seat of the City God. This was where the highest-ranking guest at the banquet sat. Feng Qingan looked at the vacant chief minister, and then at the monks and monks who were basically sitting back.
, shook his head and smiled,
"I can sit on the same side as this senior!"
Feng Qingan's eyes turned to an old beggar sitting in the middle table, but he was the first Taoist master to break into the underworld. This old beggar with unkempt hair and ragged clothes was holding a shiny charcoal in his hands.
Chicken, feasting on it, really looks like an old beggar who has tasted meat and wine for the first time.
"You boy, you look so familiar. Sit in front of me and block me. Don't sit back. I thought I was low-key enough, but these guys all have their heads down and they can't wait to stand at the door.
Hearing the excitement, he just refused to sit forward!"
Hearing Feng Qing'an's voice, the old beggar raised his head and glanced at him, and then gave the Taoist monks who were further behind him a slap in the face.
Because even if he was sitting in the middle seat, he was the one closest to the front, so far away from the altar that he couldn't even see his general appearance. He was just the closest to the City God, who was emitting a blazing blue-purple divine light.
"This must be the first time that senior and I have met. I think I look familiar. I must have met my brother before!"
Feng Qing'an walked towards the seat in front of the old beggar, followed closely by Sen Miao and Heishan Bai Yao, not daring to fall behind. No one dared to show off here.
"Your brother?"
The old beggar who was just eating a lot of food was reminded and stared at Feng Qingan's face twice. His old face suddenly wrinkled up, showing confusion, and he was extremely puzzled.
"Weird thing!"
"What's so strange?"
Feng Qingan sat down and took a look at the sapphire table in front of him. There were several plates of spiritual fruits and a bottle of sake on it. It looked very simple. It could be seen that the Fengtian Yin Division had prepared this Dharma meeting in a hurry, probably
It was a temporary arrangement. After all, even the guests came in because they wanted to join in the fun, so it's not surprising.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that I'm an old guy who's not good at learning and made a miscalculation!"
The old beggar kept his gaze until Feng Qing'an sat down and looked at him. Then he withdrew his gaze and focused on the greasy roast chicken in front of him. However, he muttered something from time to time, but Feng Qing'an couldn't hear it.
"I have seen such mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and caves of bones and demons, at least ten of them!"
Tianlong Monk Yinghai just glanced at Feng Qing'an, and then continued to describe the harm of demons to the Capital City God. What he said were all personal experiences. He had seen Pi Lin, a man from White Bone Mountain, and when it came to demons, he would rather kill them by mistake.
A principle that cannot be let go.
"Demons are demons and cannibalize human flesh and blood, just like people slaughtering cattle and sheep. Even if they pretend to be kind, they can't change their cannibalistic nature. If you ghosts and gods sympathize with other people, they are equivalent to demons' accomplices, killing innocent people!"
"My dear, you have been cultivating Buddhism for only half a century and you have achieved such a level of cultivation. What is the origin of this little bald donkey? Are all the bald donkeys outside so good? After such a comparison, our bald donkeys in Nanhua are just ordinary people. Don't lose the face of their Buddha.
Got it!"
Hearing what Tianlong Monk said, the oily-mouthed old beggar suddenly looked amazed. What if he was not amazed at the cruelty of the demons in Xilan Continent, but at the short cultivation time of the Tianlong Monk in front of him.
"Amitabha!"
No monk could bear to scold the bald donkey in front of the monk. A monk sitting at the table opposite chanted the name of the Buddha. He seemed kind-hearted, but a hazy Buddha's light was already rippling out of his body.
"The poor monk once heard that there is a Buddhist temple in Xilan Continent that has been passed down for thousands of years, and Buddhist disciples have been born from generation to generation. I wonder if Zen Master Yinghai is a Buddhist disciple of Tianlong Zen Temple?"
"Amitabha, the poor monk is just a small monk in the temple. He is not a disciple of the Buddha. The current disciples of the Buddha in this temple are my senior brother and the source of the Dharma!"
Upon hearing the inquiry, Zen Master Yinghai responded, but while speaking, his eyelids were drooped, as if he did not want to mention the matter too much.
"The Zen master has cultivated so much that he is not a disciple of the Buddha in the temple?"
After Yinghai finished speaking, several old monks had expressions of wonder on their faces. Not only these monks, but also other practitioners who came here also had expressions of emotion on their faces.
Practitioners can tell someone's age by looking at their faces and touching their bones. However, they can easily judge someone's age with just a breath. And the current Zen Master Yinghai, no matter how old he is, is not that old.
It's just that I didn't expect that the other party was so young. Even though he was young, his cultivation strength, which could suppress ghosts and gods in the city, made people feel frightened, and he also felt a little more concerned about the Tianlong Temple behind him.
Awe.
"My senior brother Qinghai is far better than me in debating scriptures and practicing Buddhism. How can I be a disciple of the Buddha?"
This monk with an overly young and handsome face spoke in a very calm tone, but Feng Qingan felt a little strange. Why did he sound so unwilling to say this?
I heard what this monk meant was that he couldn't talk or fight, so he had to give up his position. Tsk, this monk couldn't have been crushed by his senior brother in all directions, so he came to Nanhua Continent to relax, right?
"Amitabha, has the Buddhist path in Xilan Continent reached this point? This poor monk will definitely go to Xilan during his lifetime to discuss scriptures and debate with the eminent monks in Xilan!"
A glimpse of one spot reveals the whole leopard. Although the monk in front of him has such strength, he is not even a Buddhist in Xilan Continent. This shows that Xilan Buddhism is prosperous. This immediately made the faces of several monks present show admiration and yearning.
An old monk wearing a red cassock immediately sighed with emotion.
"Master Senduo, I think you should stay in Nanhua. This young monk is only so young and has visited no less than ten demon dens. With such little cultivation, he is afraid that the demons will leave his skin and bones before he reaches the place.
They were all chewed up!"
The monk's voice had just finished. Sitting not far away from the old monk, an old farmer who had brought in the old scalper began to persuade with a smile. Although his tone was much more polite than that of the old beggar, he also carried a gun.
Great.
If Taoism and Buddhism had met elsewhere, even a few years ago, this would naturally not be the case. At least superficial harmony could be maintained.
But in this Jin Dynasty, any Taoist would not be polite when meeting a monk. It was the restraint of these Taoist sects that they did not bring out the magic weapon and smash it on the face of the bald donkey on the spot.
After all, everyone in the Taoist sect knows what these monks are planning, and they are poaching their own Taoist sect. How can this be tolerated? And he is also a reincarnated immortal king.
"Amitabha, thank you for your concern, Master Niu. If this poor monk sets out for Xilan one day, he will have magical powers to conquer demons!"
The old monk who promised the vision looked calm and responded without being annoyed or angry. They also knew that what they were doing was digging into the corner of the Taoist Sect, so naturally they did not expect the Taoist Master to treat them well.
Even for Taoist friends who have known each other for many years, it is already a great honor to be able to say a few words when they meet instead of greeting them with a magical power.
"Master, I think it is better to choose a day than to hit the sun, so why not set off today? I think the master's Dharma is profound and is just a little bit of a devil's cave. With the master's magical power, Xiangbi can easily eliminate it, so as to save those sentient beings who have fallen into the devil's cave as soon as possible and help
They will escape from the sea of suffering as soon as possible and avoid disasters!"
At the end of the main hall, a rich and handsome white jade young man waved his folding fan and said with a warm smile.
"Amitabha, the poor monk still has unfinished achievements. Only when he has completed his achievements and achieved the right results can he cross the sea!"
"Old bald donkey, you can't succeed in your achievements. Give up as soon as possible. Even if you succeed, the old master will smash you to pieces!"
The moment the monk finished speaking, an old Taoist priest who looked like a charlatan spoke up. He leaned on the table with one hand, supporting his head, and with the other hand he threw the spiritual fruits prepared by Yinsi into his mouth one by one.
, there is a sense of bohemianism that is not commensurate with its appearance.
"Amitabha, all of you are enlightened. The king of our temple has issued a decree..."
"How dare a mere King Ming dare to issue orders? I thought he was the Buddha. If the Buddha issued a decree, I also brought a few sticks of incense with me to ask the Patriarch of the Upper Realm to show his holiness!"
Seeing that there was a bald donkey who dared to help, a majestic female cultivator spoke coldly, which instantly made the monk from a certain big temple blush, looking very angry but afraid to show up.
"Hey, dear, sister, you brought such a treasure. Hey, bald donkey over there, stop hiding it. Didn't you say that your Ming King issued a decree? Take out the Ming King's decree and take a look at it.
, I want to see the beauty of the fairy family, give me a chance!"
The words spoken by the graceful and luxurious female cultivator with Ruoyao flowers in bloom made the eyes of the old beggar, who was still dripping oil, light up. He rubbed his paws and then shouted to the group of monks impatiently, as if he was just watching the fun.
If the matter is serious, try your best to save yourself from the fire.
"Fellow Taoists, can you give me some face? This is the Fengtian Yin Division!"
Seeing that the Buddhists and Taoists present seemed to be about to fight, as the host here, the rich and majestic voice of Fengtian Capital City God sounded. Although he was confident enough to suppress the whole audience, the premise was that these Buddhists did not invite the ancestors.
If the monks on one side asked King Ming for his decree, and on the other side they burned incense to invite the Patriarch to reveal his spirit, the Fengtian Yin Division might collapse because of this. Only then did the capital city god realize that it was unconscionable for him to open the gate of the Yin Division and invite Buddhism and Taoism to join him.
.
This move was okay two years ago. Even if Buddhism and Taoism had grievances between each other, they would exercise restraint on some big occasions. But now, in the realm of Jin Dynasty, Buddhism and Taoism are not the same as each other, but they are not different.
How many.
There have been many Taoist monks and eminent monks fighting against each other, and there have been victories and defeats. Some eminent monks or Taoists even had to leave temporarily to recuperate in seclusion because of serious injuries.
But no matter how much he heard, it would be worse than the conflict happening right under his nose. After just a few words of conversation, the Buddhist and Taoist sides were about to start a fight, and they had to do it in one step, directly inviting the ancestors.
"Lord Cheng Huang's face must be given to you, and we have no intention of starting a war here. It's just that some monks don't know what's good and always want to do some unrealistic things!"
The old farmer who brought in the cattle smiled and said.
"Amitabha, poor monk..."
"Master, do you have any doubts about what I said about the tyranny of demons? If so, you can speak freely. If it has nothing to do with this matter, can you please keep silent?"
Before the monk finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ying Hai, who frowned. He didn't know what the Buddhists and Taoists in Nanhua Continent were fighting for, and he didn't want to interfere in matters that had nothing to do with him.
He just wanted to discuss the matter of dealing with monsters and aliens with local ghosts and gods, but these guys inexplicably looked like they were about to start a fight, disrupting his debate with ghosts and gods.
"..."
Under the pressure of Yinghai's gaze, the monk, who seemed a bit weak in the first place, suddenly fell silent.
But the other two monks looked at each other and communicated with their eyes. They could naturally see that this monk who came all the way from Xilan Continent had no intention of interfering in the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism in Nanhua Continent, but this matter was related to the prosperity of Buddhism.
, both come from Buddhism, so naturally they should be consistent in dealing with the outside world.
"Zen Master, demons are everywhere in Xilan Continent, and there are demon caves everywhere, but you are now in Nanhua Continent. I have ascended to the throne of God and received incense and worship for thousands of years. Humanity is prosperous, demons are dormant, and there are spiritual beasts in the mountains and fields.
Influenced by spiritual energy, I have thoughts of kindness in my heart, and I protect the woodcutter and the hunter..."
The debate between Fucheng Huang and Tianlong Monk continued. The gods who had received incense for thousands of years and the monks who had seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood both used what they saw and heard as evidence to defend their own views or criticize the other party.
When Tianlong Monk traveled to Xilan Continent, he saw too many cruel and cunning faces of demons. When it comes to aliens other than humans, he adheres to the principle that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go.
However, the Lord of the City believes that everything in the world has spirituality. If he suppresses and excludes, or even kills all aliens who are very different from human beings, wouldn't he be making enemies of all living beings?
Regardless of whether you are a human or a monster, you should distinguish between good and evil. The good will be rewarded, and the evil will be punished!