The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

592  Chapter 344 An Piaoling Half a Year, Gong If Not Abandoned_2

In a crisis of fear, Jiuling even made a promise that it would never have made before.

Its relationship with Feng Qing'an was solely due to the fact that it needed him unilaterally. If there came a day when it no longer needed Feng Qing'an, it could indeed abandon him. There was no mandatory bond between them.

Indeed, it had some ulterior motives. As for the identity of Feng Qing'an, as a spiritual body nurtured by the Demon Clan's Cave Sky, how could it not bear grudges? The choice of Feng Qing'an was only made out of desperation.

If it met a better target, it would like to switch. The many promises it made to Feng Qing'an before were half sincere and half perfunctory.

But these little thoughts and ideas hidden deep in its heart have all become a thing of the past. It no longer dares to have such thoughts, because it suspects that its little calculations have been completely seen through by this monk.

This monk could ignore even a Heavenly Immortal. Anyone who cultivates the Supernatural Power to such a realm is unlikely to master only this supernatural power. It must have dabbled in the other five supernatural powers as well. So long as it masters the Mind Reading Power, it would have no secrets in front of him.

Although it wasn't a normal spirit, nor was it an ordinary spiritual body, Jiuling felt that it was no different from a mortal in the monk's eyes. Perhaps the monk had even cultivated the Destiny Seer Power and seen fragments of what might happen in the future.

"The destruction of heaven and earth, the extinguishing of the sun and moon? Hehe, I hope so."

Hearing the promise and guarantee made by Jiuling, Fayuan showed a somewhat strange look on his face, laughed twice, but didn't say much.

"Stop talking nonsense that's useless, swallow this place quickly and follow my big brother after that!"

Feng Qing'an, hearing Jiuling babbling about irrelevant things, urged impatiently. However, as soon as he spoke, he paused and then chuckled apologetically at the monk.

"Master, sorry, I called it wrong again."

"No problem!"

The smile on the monk's face, which had not ceased since he met Feng Qing'an, was even more brilliant now.

"I am several years older than you, benefactor. If you wish, you can call me 'elder brother'."

Feng Qing'an was startled, however Jiuling was already numb.

Jiuling was now completely certain that its master must have had a great identity in his previous life, but it was even more certain that the other side must have no memories of this.

The words it had just spoken were not perfunctory, it dared to bluff and draw cakes in the air to a reincarnated person with no memory of supernatural powers, but it would not dare to speak carelessly in front of an entity with real supernatural powers.

Speaking as power follows!

This is the mark of a great supernatural entity, but conversely, it's also true.

Having said what to do in front of a great supernatural entity, even if no contract is set up on the spot, it is actually no different. You have to do what you say, otherwise it's a karma. If the other side doesn't mind, that's fine, otherwise be prepared, and lie flat to be the scapegoat!

What it just said, sounded like nonsense to Feng Qing'an, but when it said it in front of the monk, it was as if it had made a pact with the monk. The monk and it would have a cause and effect relationship once it violated what it just said. If the monk decided to settle with it, it would be hard for it to escape.

Looking at the two who resembled each other like real brothers, it didn't think that the monk would let it go. If it did anything that was not good for Feng Qing'an, the monk would most likely, no, definitely make it pay.

"Big brother!"

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Qing'an called out.

Some things were already clear. This monk must have a connection with his biological brother Feng Qingping, otherwise with just a casual meeting, so many immortals would be pressured for him.

It could even lead to a feud with these immortals' clan behind the Buddhist temple. Such pressure seemed easy in conversation, but the cost was actually very heavy.

"Amitabha!"

Fayuan put his hands together, chanting the name of Buddha, with a tranquil expression on his face. The Buddha's light, which wrapped the entire Cave Sky world, blocking the sight of the immortals, became even more dazzling.

"An, stay here to quietly assimilate the Cave Sky. No need to be anxious. When you have finished practicing, you can return to the Dragon Zen Temple with me."

The monk dropped the pretense and called Feng Qing'an directly by his nickname. However, what he said made Feng Qing'an completely restless.

"Brother, I don't practice Buddhism. Why should I return to the Buddhist temple with you? I don't want to abide by the monastic disciplines!"

Feng Qing'an was visibly unhappy at the prospect. In the context of Buddhism's principles, unless it were rogue temples, traditional temples would never tolerate his relationship with Donghuang and Nange. Besides, even without the influence of these sisters, he had no intention of becoming a monk.

"Don't you want to roam the world? How can you protect yourself and uphold your way without practicing Divine Power during your travels? I can't always be by your side; you will need to travel alone. When you encounter danger, having Divine Power will be much more reliable than seeking help from others!"

Fayuan's reasoning left Feng Qing'an unable to refute. However, his curiosity got the better of him.

"Can I practice the Divine Powers of Buddhism without entering the Buddhist Gate?"

"Yes!"

Fayuan, brief and concise, gave an affirmative answer.

"But I've heard that the Buddhist scriptures contain hidden secrets and subtly impart enlightenment. What if I accidentally end up becoming a restrained and desireless monk while practicing? I can't accept that!"

Feng Qing'an drew his psychological bottom line. In front of this monk, he held no reservations - he was willing to learn Divine Powers, but he absolutely refused to become a bald monk.

"No need to worry. As long as I'm here, you won't be influenced!"

Fayuan assured Feng Qing'an once again,

"The Divine Powers of Buddhism have their mysterious charms. Even if you only master part of them, when you travel around the world, you can solve many troubles on your own."

"But like this, Brother, won't you be punished by the Buddhist temple?"

Feng Qing'an still had reservations. It was not uncommon for the Immortal Dao sect to cherish its own treasures. Buddhism was no exception. The teachings that embodied the Dharma were not spread indiscriminately. The truly profound heritages were also carefully guarded secrets. If his elder brother brought him into the Buddhist temple and practiced the heritage of the high monks, even with his identity as a Buddhist child, would he really be alright? Would he suffer, would the venerable monks have any objections? Could he act so recklessly?

"No."

Fayuan shook his head and seeing Feng Qing'an wanting to ask more, he directly said,

"Ignore these doubts, after you come with me to the Buddhist temple, you only need to practice in peace."

"Alright!"

If his elder brother said so, Feng Qing'an had nothing more to say. Buddhism, being on par with Immortal Dao as one of the Human Race's main spiritual paths, must have its merits. Otherwise, it would have been dismissed long ago instead of surviving to this day.

"This might take quite some time. Before leaving, I want to bid farewell to my old friends!"

At this moment, Feng Qing'an thought of Donghuang. Dragon Zen Temple was located in the Western Xi Lan Continent. If he were to follow his elder brother to practice Buddhism, he would inevitably cross thousands of miles across the ocean.

Even if he traveled through the Netherworld, it was a long journey. Donghuang had her own roots; she couldn't possibly follow him, not to mention accompanying him to the Buddhist temple.

"Just saying goodbye to old friends?"

A trace of mischief appeared on Fayuan's face. At this moment, the monk seemed livelier than ever, looking less like a Buddhist child from an ancient lineage, and more like a newly ordained secular monk.

"How many days do you need to say goodbye?"

"Ahem, at least two or three days."

Feng Qing'an coughed embarrassingly, but after weighing his options, he made a conservative estimate.

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Fayuan's eyes shone with a light that seemed to see through the past and the future. He sighed, yet he could not find the words to express what he was thinking.