The only beast master in the world of immortality.

Chapter 357 Someone Can't Sleep Tonight
"Can this be eaten?"

The young boy squatted beside a bamboo shoot that had just emerged from the ground, talking to himself as if no one was around. Behind him, a group of young monks stared at his back with red and bloodshot eyes, looking like demons, as if they would pounce on him and tear him to pieces at the next moment.

“It should be edible.”

"I don't know what it tastes like, it should be good, try it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man stretched out his claws, touched the tip of the bamboo shoot with his index finger and gently hooked it. The fresh bamboo shoot that had just emerged from the soil suddenly turned out of the soil with the young man's action, and a rich fragrance immediately filled the air.

"Devil, let go of that bamboo shoot!"

At this time, a roar full of sorrow and anger sounded. Feng Qing'an looked up and immediately saw a small bald man in gray and white monk's robe running towards him, dragging a demon-subduing pestle in his hand that was almost as tall as him, and full of murderous intent.

"Demon? Is there a demon there?"

Feng Qing'an looked around without realizing it, and then he saw the little monk rushing towards him, dragging the demon-subduing pestle upside down.

"Devil, do you know how long it takes for a purple gold shoot to grow?"

"how long?"

The young man looked down at the pointed bamboo shoot in his hand that was glowing purple and had faint golden patterns on it. He sniffed the wonderful fragrance wafting in the air and couldn't help swallowing a bite. Then, under the red gaze of the little monk, he lowered his head and took a bite of the juicy root.

"Hmm, it tastes really good, do you want to have a bite? I can help you pull one out!"

Feng Qing'an looked at the little monk with bloodshot eyes, and his mouth was filled with the fragrance of bamboo shoots, as if he didn't notice the demon-subduing pestle that the little monk had already raised in his hand.

"It takes ten years for a purple bamboo to sprout, a hundred years to grow, and a thousand years to become a useful material. You are destroying it like this. Aren't you afraid of being punished by the gods?"

The little monk's red eyes gradually became moist, and his voice became choked, as if he would cry at any time.

"You little monk, you are so ignorant. How can you be punished by God for eating a bamboo shoot when you are hungry?"

Feng Qingan took another bite and a satisfied expression appeared on his face as he chewed.

"If this is condemned by the gods, there will be few living things left in this world."

"This is purple gold bamboo!"

"Bamboo shoots are meant to be eaten. They are so delicious, how can we let them go to waste?"

Feng Qing'an was very righteous and did not feel guilty at all, even though the little monk was about to swing his pestle to hit him.

"Devil, you deserve death!"

When the young monk heard Feng Qing'an say such words without any remorse, he was so angry that he swung the demon-subduing pestle in his hand, which was almost taller than him, and smashed it at Feng Qing'an.

"You little monk are too stingy. I just ate a bamboo shoot, but in your eyes, you think it is an unforgivable crime and you deserve to die."

Feng Qing'an looked at the demon-subduing pestle that was smashing towards his face without even looking at it. He waved his hand casually, and breezes gathered and transformed into an invisible and indestructible wind wall in front of him, blocking the power of this Buddhist magic weapon.

That would have been fine, but in full view of everyone, he then stretched out his hand not far away and gently hooked it. The soil surged and turned into a palm, which took the initiative to deliver a young bamboo shoot to him.

"Come on, you can try it too."

Feng Qing'an was warm and hospitable. He picked up some bamboo shoots freshly pulled out of the soil, stuffed the juicy tender roots into the little monk's mouth.

The little monk, who was pressing the demon-subduing pestle hard to break through the wind wall in front of him, watched Feng Qing'an pull out another bamboo shoot. The little monk, who had guarded the purple bamboo forest for decades, tasted the purple bamboo shoot for the first time.

Gulu!

The sweet smell made the little monk bite off a piece without thinking. After chewing it twice, he felt the deliciousness of the purple bamboo shoots and then reacted.

"you!"

The little monk glared at Feng Qing'an, and then a look of shame appeared on his face, and he was a little embarrassed, at a loss, because he didn't know what to do, the fresh bamboo shoots in his mouth, neither spit nor swallowed.

"How is it? Doesn't it taste good?"

Looking at the little monk whose expression looked as if he had eaten a hodgepodge of food, Feng Qingan asked with a smile.

"Yes... No, demon, you tempted me to break the rules!"

The little monk nodded subconsciously, but then cursed angrily. The demon-subduing pestle in his hand shone with golden light, and even an ancient Buddha's phantom appeared behind him.

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 withdraw, the demon-subduing pestle in his hand was stuck in the wind wall and could not move.

"Breaking the precepts? What precepts did I ask you to break?"

Feng Qing'an was chewing on the purple gold bamboo shoots, looking like a villain who bullied men and women.

“Is eating a piece of bamboo shoot considered killing?”

"Don't eat at the wrong time!"

Tears flowed from the bright and clear eyes of the seemingly young little monk, and his face was full of grievance and unwillingness.

"Oh, you little monk, you still keep the Eight Precepts. Isn't it enough to keep the Five Precepts? You really know how to torture yourself."

When Feng Qing'an heard this, he burst into laughter.

The Five Precepts are the most basic precepts, which are not to kill, not to steal, not to commit adultery, not to lie, and not to drink alcohol. The Eight Precepts are based on these precepts, which are not to wear garlands of flowers and scented flowers, not to apply scented oils on the body, not to watch singing and dancing, not to lie or sit on a high or wide bed, and not to eat at inappropriate times.

It seems good, but how many monks can abide by even the most basic five precepts?Among other things, it is one of the Five Precepts not to tell lies—tsk, excluding his elder brother, how many thieves are there who don’t tell lies?
"none of your business?"

"Okay, it's none of my business!"

As he spoke, Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and threw the purple-gold bamboo shoot that the little monk had taken a bite of into his arms. He then hooked it with his hand and activated his physical characteristics. He plucked a few fresh and delicious purple-gold bamboo shoots from the bamboo forest and turned to leave.

"Let's go, see you later."

"You've already eaten them all, why are you still picking so many purple gold bamboo shoots!"

Seeing that Feng Qing'an not only ate the food but also packed up a few to take away, the little monk's eyes turned red again, as if he had forgotten that he could not hurt Feng Qing'an at all, and rushed forward again.

"It's eaten raw. The bamboo shoots can be stewed, fried or boiled. You have to try each method before you have eaten it."

Feng Qing'an is justified and confident.

"It takes ten years to ..."

Seeing Feng Qing'an's arrogant and unreasonable attitude, the little monk was so angry that tears fell
"You've already said that it will only take ten years for them to emerge. There's such a large bamboo forest, so what's wrong with me picking a few? Didn't you see that your master hasn't come yet, and you, a little monk, are here to stop me? What do you think is the point?" Feng Qing'an had an evil look on his face, but seeing the little monk crying, he softened his heart and threw the little monk away.
"Okay, don't cry, I'll give you a few white jade lotus seeds, this taste is also good, refreshing and delicious, a delicacy that is hard to find in the world."

Several lotus seeds that looked like white jade fell into the little monk's arms. Outside the purple bamboo forest, a young monk stared with his eyes wide open and bloodshot. If several young monks nearby had not held him back in time, he would have rushed up at this moment.

"Thief, that's the Jade Pure Lotus that I'm guarding!"

"you……"

When he saw the pure jade lotus seed in his arms and the little monk holding a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, he belatedly noticed the group of fellow disciples outside the purple bamboo forest who looked almost crazy and like him.

"Devil!"

Feng Qing'an no longer paid attention to the little monk and turned to walk towards another hill next door. He had discovered that the Tianlong Zen Temple was full of inspiration and beauty, with orchids and jade trees everywhere.

Although there are many spiritual beasts such as luan birds and white deer, in the monk's temple, it is naturally impossible to kill them at will, roast them and eat them, so they can only walk around and eat some vegetarian ones.

The only thing that made him feel that the experience was a bit bad was that every time he ate at a place, there would be a resentful young monk following him. There were also old monks, but the old monks were thin-skinned and would not follow him and nag him, after all, they could not do anything to him.

"Not bad, there is Xinglin."

Feng Qing'an walked out of the bamboo forest filled with purple light and saw the fruit forest next to him at a glance. His eyes flashed and he walked straight towards the fruit forest, ignoring the little monk guarding the entrance of the fruit forest.

"stop!"

The young monk in front of the apricot forest opened his arms and stood in front of Feng Qing'an, but Feng Qing'an just looked down, then chuckled, ignored him, and flashed into the orchard.

Although someone obstructed him, the obstruction of such young novice monks can basically be ignored, mainly depends on the attitude of the Dharma Guardian God and the old monk who guards the place.

As long as they didn't stop him, Feng Qing'an could go on unhindered. Although he ate all the way, in the eyes of the little monks guarding the spiritual plants everywhere, his behavior was naturally a heinous crime and an unforgivable robbery.

But if we really look into his identity, this is nothing. He just tasted it briefly. He didn't learn from the monkey and eat it all up. He didn't dig up the roots either. They are all spiritual plants that can grow repeatedly. What's wrong with him having a taste?
Dragon tooth pine nuts!

Golden Bodhi seeds!
Feng Qing'an's body seemed to be a bottomless pit that couldn't be filled. No matter how much spiritual energy he ate, he would not feel full. This made the group of young monks who had been following him gradually become uneasy and even a little terrified.

"How many spiritual things did this demon eat?"

“I don’t know, but it seems like a lot.”

A young monk glanced around at his fellow disciples gathered together and counted silently in his mind. There were already more than twenty of them, approaching thirty.

"Will he die of starvation?"

Some young monks could not help but worry. Everything has its limits. Moderation is beneficial, but excess is harmful. If ordinary people eat too much, they will die of bloating. If monks eat too much spiritual objects, they will also die of bloating because they absorb too much spiritual essence.

"Just let him die of hunger, it's his fault for being so greedy!"

"But he is not dizzy!"

Although the gangster-like young man with a hideous face eats a hundred-year-old spirits, but here they are in the Tianlong Temple, and the richness of inspiration is not much worse than that of Dongtian Paradise.

Even if it was a ten-year-old spiritual creature, if it were taken to the outside world, it would be even better than a hundred-year-old spiritual creature. Eating one or two portions dry or raw would be fine, but this demon ate more than a hundred portions raw, including some spiritual plants that were a thousand years old, all of which he ate as snacks.

"Really."

"Is he some kind of divine beast transformed?"

"maybe."

Feng Qing'an heard the whispers behind him, glanced behind him, and put the freshly peeled dragon tooth pine nuts in his hand into his mouth one by one. The majestic spiritual energy exploded in his body, but before it had time to wreak havoc, it was completely swallowed up by an acupoint.

[Great Zhoutian Star Entry Technique]

All the spiritual energy he swallowed into his stomach was consumed by the star acupoints he opened up.

Being burst by spiritual energy?
For him, it does not exist, because one of the shortcuts of the secret art of tempering blood that he practiced is to devour a large number of spiritual objects-to a certain extent, this is a method that discriminates against casual cultivators. Not only need enough talent, but also need a big enough background.

If you want to achieve something, spiritual practice, Dharma, wealth, friends and place are all essential.

The little monks who were ignored by Feng Qing'an followed him, and their numbers gradually increased. In the end, there were already half a hundred of them. The surprise and fear in the eyes of these little monks had turned into anger again.

Feng Qingan has consumed so many spiritual plants, why hasn't he exploded and died? The reason is no longer important. What's important is, how long will he continue to eat?
The answer is actually very simple, seven days, because Fayuan only gave him seven days, so on the seventh day, Feng Qing'an turned around under the angry eyes of a group of young monks.

"Ahem, everyone."

The young man looked down at the group of young monks. After attracting the attention of all the young monks, he showed no shame and was very calm.
"I want to announce something to you!"

"Devil, what do you want to do?"

Although Feng Qing'an had a face very similar to that of a Buddhist, these little monks had witnessed Feng Qing'an's rampant and domineering banditry, so the deterrent effect brought by this face was basically non-existent.

"I have troubled you all to follow me these days. I know that you are extremely dissatisfied with me, so now I plan to give you an explanation!"

"What can you tell us?"

"That is, can you spit out the pine nuts you ate?"

"Of course you can't eat it, but I promise that my explanation will satisfy you."

After saying that, Feng Qing'an sat cross-legged on the spot. Within a moment, wisps of black air rose from his body, and above his head, a scene of the underworld evolved. As the scene of the underworld became more and more real, the boy's breath began to drop sharply.

The appearance of this scene immediately stunned all the young monks. Although this strange phenomenon was obviously an evil phenomenon, what was truly shocking was the behavior of this young man at this moment.

Disperse the power!

The young monks who have given up all their cultivation and know the hardships of cultivation know very well what this means.

incredible!

"Everyone, I wonder if you are satisfied with my explanation?"

Under the gazes of the young monks that turned from anger to guilt and uneasiness, Feng Qing'an, with an unstable breath, stood up shakily. The young man, who had lost all his cultivation, was extremely fragile at this moment, as if he would be blown down by a gust of wind.

"You devoured so many spiritual things in order to dispel this evil power?"

Feng Qingan was startled and immediately said,
"Of course!"

(End of this chapter)