The young man squatted next to the bamboo shoots that had just emerged from the ground, talking to himself as if there was no one else around. Behind him, a group of young novice monks stared at his back with red eyes and bloodshot eyes, looking like monsters, as if they would pounce on him the next moment.
Tear him to pieces.
"It should be edible."
“I don’t know what it tastes like, it should be good, try it!”
After the words fell, the young man stretched out his claws and lightly hooked the index finger that touched the tip of the bamboo shoots. The fresh bamboo shoots that had just emerged suddenly came out of the soil with the young man's movements, and a rich fragrance suddenly spread everywhere.
"Devil, let go of that bamboo shoot!"
At this time, a roar full of sorrow and anger sounded. Feng Qingan looked up and immediately saw a little bald man wearing gray-white monk robes running towards him, dragging a demon-conquering pestle that was almost as tall as others.
, murderous.
"Devil? Is there a demon there?"
Feng Qing'an looked around without realizing it, and then he saw the young monk dragging the magic pestle upside down and rushing towards him.
"Devil, do you know how long it takes for a purple-gold bamboo shoot to grow?"
"you!"
The little novice monk in front of the apricot grove opened his arms and blocked Feng Qing'an, but Feng Qing'an just lowered his head and glanced down, then chuckled, ignored him, and dodged into the orchard.
"You little monk, you are so ignorant. You are hungry. How can you be punished by heaven for eating bamboo shoots?"
Some young monks can't help but worry a little. Everything has its limits. Moderation is beneficial and excess is harmful. Mortals will be starved to death if they eat too much, and monks will be starved to death if they eat too many spiritual things because they absorb too much spiritual essence.
Stretched to the point of explosion by spiritual energy?
For him, it does not exist, because one of the shortcuts to the secret art of tempering blood that he practices is to swallow a large number of spiritual objects - to a certain extent, this is a method that is quite discriminatory to casual cultivators.
Not only does it require sufficient talent, but it also requires a large enough background.
[Great Zhoutian Stars Entering the Aperture Technique]
Cultivation, Dharma and wealth are the companion of the land. If you want to achieve something, both are indispensable.
The young monks who have lost all their cultivation and know the hardships of cultivation know very well what this means.
"That's it, can you spit out the pine nuts you've eaten?"
Seeing that Feng Qing'an didn't care about eating, but wanted to pack up a few pills to take away, the young monk's eyes turned red again, as if he had forgotten what he couldn't do to hurt Feng Qing'an in the slightest, and rushed forward again.
A young novice monk glanced around at the fellow disciples gathered together. He counted them silently in his mind and found that there were already more than twenty and nearly thirty.
Why did Feng Qingan not explode and die after eating so many spiritual plants? This reason is no longer important. The important thing is, how long will he continue to eat?
The answer is actually very simple, seven days, because the source of the law only gave him seven days, so on the seventh day, Feng Qingan turned around in the angry eyes of a group of young novice monks.
"That is eaten raw. Bamboo shoots can also be stewed, stir-fried or boiled. You have to taste them in every way before you have eaten them."
Although the young man with a hateful face and a look like a robber was eating spiritual things that were hundreds of years old, they were in the Tianlong Temple, and the spiritual power was so rich that it was not much worse than the Paradise Paradise.
Feng Qing'an looked at the little monk whose eyes were about to burst, with the fragrance of bamboo shoots in his mouth, as if he hadn't seen the magic pestle that the little monk had picked up in his hand.
Although Feng Qing'an had a face very similar to that of Fozi, these young monks had witnessed Feng Qing'an's domineering banditry, and the intimidation brought by this face was basically non-existent.
When Feng Qingan heard this, he laughed loudly.
Feng Qing'an looked at the Demon-Conquering Pestle that was smashing towards his face without even looking at it. With a wave of his hand, the breeze gathered and turned into an indestructible invisible wind wall in front of him, blocking this Buddhist item.
The power of the magic weapon.
"All of these will be punished by God, and then there won't be many living creatures in this world."
"Hey, you, a little monk, still keep the eight precepts, but the five precepts are enough. You are really going to torture yourself."
"Okay, it's none of my business!"
Feng Qing'an was confident and confident, without any guilt, even if the little monk wanted to hit him with the magic pestle.
"Come on, you can try it too."
"This is Purple Golden Bamboo!"
"Of course you can't eat it, but I promise that my explanation will definitely satisfy you."
The young monk, who looked young, had tears streaming down his face in his bright and clear eyes, and his face was full of grievance and unwillingness.
"I can support him to death, but who makes him greedy?"
The little monk's red eyes gradually became moist, and his voice became choked, as if he might cry at any time.
The young monk glared at Feng Qing'an, and then a look of shame appeared on his face, and he was a little embarrassed and at a loss because he didn't know what to do. He could neither spit out nor swallow the fresh bamboo shoots in his mouth.
Feng Qingan was chewing on the purple-gold bamboo shoots, looking like a villain who bullies men and dominates women.
"You're such a stingy little monk. Just eating a bamboo shoot and it ended up in your mouth has become a heinous crime that deserves death."
"Not bad, there is actually an apricot forest."
The little monk who was pressing the magic pestle hard to break through the wind wall in front of him watched helplessly as Feng Qingan pulled out another bamboo shoot. The little monk who had been guarding the purple bamboo forest for decades tasted the purple and golden bamboo shoots for the first time.
taste.
Feng Qing'an was very hospitable. He took the bamboo shoots freshly pulled out of the soil and stuffed the tender roots with flowing juice into the little monk's mouth.
The wind is clear and calm.
But even so, he could not break through the invisible wind wall between him and Feng Qing'an. Even if he regretted it and wanted to retreat, the Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand got stuck in the wind wall and could not move.
As long as they didn't stop him, Feng Qing'an could go on unimpeded. Although he ate all the way, in the eyes of the little novice monks who guarded the spiritual plants everywhere, it was naturally a heinous and heinous act of banditry.
Although there were people who blocked him, the obstruction of this young novice monk could basically be ignored. What mainly depends on the attitude of the Dharma Protector and the old monk guarding the place.
Several lotus seeds carved like white jade fell into the little monk's arms. Outside the purple bamboo forest, a young novice's eyes were rounded when he saw it, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. If the few novices next to him hadn't caught him in time, he would have been there at this moment.
Rushed up.
"Let's go, see you later."
The sweet smell caused the little monk's mouth to bite off a piece without thinking, and chewed it twice. After feeling the delicious taste of the purple bamboo shoots, the little monk reacted.
"Really."
"I don't know, but it seems like a lot."
"Thief, that's Yu Jinglian that I'm guarding!"
"may be."
That's all. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he then stretched out his hand and lightly hooked not far away from him. The soil turned into a palm and took the initiative to send a young bamboo shoot in front of him.
"Yes...no, devil, you tempted me to break the precepts!"
"How many spiritual things did this demon eat?"
"Devil, you deserve death!"
Seeing Feng Qingan's arrogant and unreasonable attitude, the young monk was so angry that tears fell down.
"You've already said that it only takes ten years to reach the top. What's wrong with such a large purple bamboo forest, let me pick a few? You didn't see that your master didn't come, and you, the novice monk, came to stop me. , what do you think it’s useful for?”
"Well, it tastes really good. Do you want to take a bite? I can help you pull one out!"
"Devil, what do you want to do?"
"I have troubled you to follow me these days. I know that you are extremely dissatisfied with me, so I plan to give you an explanation now!"
"Is he the phantom of some mythical beast?"
"How's it going? Doesn't it taste good?"
It seems good, but how many monks can abide by even the most basic five precepts? Not to mention anything else, it is one of the five precepts: not to lie-tsk, excluding his eldest brother, most of the thieves are bald How many people don’t lie?
"What does it have to do with you?"
Golden Bodhi Seed!
Feng Qing'an's body seemed to be a bottomless cave that could not be filled. No matter how much spiritual energy he consumed, he was still not full. This made a group of young novices who had been following him gradually become uneasy and even a little scared.
The young monk nodded subconsciously, but then he cursed angrily. The golden light from the Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand was emitted, and there was even a shadow of an ancient Buddha appearing behind him.
Even a ten-year-old spiritual creature, if taken to the outside world, would be worse than a hundred-year-old spiritual creature. It would only be enough to chew one or two portions of it raw, but this demon would eat more than a hundred portions of it raw. , there were even some spiritual plants that had lived for thousands of years, and he ate them all as snacks and preserved fruits.
"Breaking the precepts? What precepts did I ask you to break?"
Although there are many spiritual beasts such as phoenixes, white deers and so on, in the monk's temple, it is naturally impossible to kill them at will, roast them and eat them, so we can only walk around and eat some vegetarian food.
Feng Qing'an walked out of the purple bamboo forest and saw the fruit forest next to him. His eyes flashed and he walked straight towards the fruit forest, ignoring the little novice monk guarding the entrance of the fruit forest.
Feng Qing'an no longer paid attention to the little novice monk, turned around and walked to another hill next door. He had already discovered that the Tianlong Temple was full of inspiration, beautiful everywhere, and there were orchids and jade trees everywhere.
"What explanation can you give us?"
"Devil!"
All the spiritual energy he swallowed was swallowed up by the star apertures he opened.
“Not an out-of-season meal!”
When the young monk heard that Feng Qing'an had no regrets and said such words, he was so angry that he picked up the magic pestle in his hand, which was almost taller than him, and smashed it towards Feng Qing'an.
Feng Qing'an heard the whispers behind him, glanced behind him, and put the newly peeled Longya pine nuts in his hand into his mouth one by one. The majestic spiritual energy exploded in his body, but it didn't have time to wreak havoc. , then it was swallowed up and absorbed completely by one acupoint.
Looking at the little monk who looked like he was stewing a stew, Feng Qingan asked with a smile.
Feng Qing'an behaved evilly, but seeing this little monk shed tears, his heart softened after all, and he reached out and threw it away.
"Okay, don't cry. I'll give you some white jade lotus seeds. They taste good, refreshing and delicious, a delicacy that is hard to find in the world."
"Will he be strangled to death?"
"You've already eaten it, and you still pulled out so many purple and gold bamboo shoots!"
As he spoke, Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and threw the purple-gold bamboo shoots that had been chewed by the little monk into his arms. With a flick of his hand, he activated his physical characteristics. From then on, he picked up a few fresh and delicious purple-gold bamboo shoots from the bamboo forest and turned around.
About to leave.
The young monks who were ignored by Feng Qingan all followed him, and their number gradually increased. In the end, there were already half a hundred in number, and the surprise and fear in the eyes of these young monks had turned into anger again.
"It takes ten years to..."
After that, Feng Qing'an sat cross-legged on the spot. Within a moment, strands of black energy steamed up from his body, and above his head, a ghostly scene evolved. As the ghostly scene became more and more real,
The boy's aura began to plummet.
"you……"
The only thing that made him feel that the experience was not good was that every time he ate there, there would be a resentful young monk behind him. It was not that there were no old monks, but the old monks were thin-skinned and would not follow him to pieces.
After all, I can't do anything to him.
"It takes ten years for a purple golden bamboo to reach its peak, a hundred years to grow, and a thousand years to become useful. You actually waste it like this. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"
Gulu!
Scatter your strength!
But if you really want to dig deeper into his identity, it doesn't matter. He just tasted it briefly. He didn't imitate the monkey, ate it all, and didn't dig up the roots. They are all spiritual plants that can grow repeatedly. He tried it.
What happened?
Dragon tooth pine nuts!
"how long?"
The appearance of this scene immediately shocked all the novice monks. Although this vision seemed to be an external demon at first glance, what was really shocking was the young man's behavior at this moment.
The young man looked down at a group of young novice monks. After attracting the attention of all the young monks, he looked unashamed and extremely calm.
"I want to announce something to you!"
"Ahem, everyone."
The five precepts are the most basic precepts, which are not to kill, not to steal, not to engage in sexual misconduct, not to lie, and not to drink alcohol. The eight precepts are based on this, not to wear fragrant flower garlands, not to use sesame oil on the body, not to watch singing, dancing and performing performances; not to lie down
Sit on a high and wide bed; do not eat unseasonable food.
Seeing the jade pure lotus seeds in his arms and the little novice monk holding a demon-conquering pestle in his hand, he belatedly noticed the group of fellow disciples outside the purple bamboo forest who looked like crazy demons and looked very similar to him.
"But he's not dizzy!"
incredible!
Feng Qingan took another bite, with a satisfied expression on his face as he chewed.
"Bamboo shoots are for people to eat. They are already so delicious. How can they live up to such good intentions?"
The young man lowered his head to look at the sharp bamboo shoots in his hand that were filled with purple light and faint golden lines. He smelled the strange fragrance floating in the air and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful. Then, under the red eyes of the young monk, he lowered his head and took a sip of juice.
Overflowing roots.
"Is eating a bite of bamboo shoots considered killing?"
"stop!"
"Everyone, are you satisfied with my explanation?"
In the eyes of the young novice monks who turned from anger to guilt and uneasiness, Feng Qing'an, who had a restless aura, stood up unsteadily and dispersed. The young man with all his cultivation was extremely fragile at this moment, as if he would be blown down by a gust of wind.
.
"You swallowed so many spiritual objects in order to dispel this evil power?"