Chapter 151: Chapter 128 Born Sacred_2
Translator: 549690339
It could hear the Zen sounds of the old monk teaching scriptures, yet its experience was completely different from any other werewolf. It saw a golden wheel emitting millions of rays of brilliance, with a radiant and majestic figure standing before it. However, its vision was not clear.
Out of instinct, Black Mountain tried to get a glimpse of this figure, even if it was only a fleeting one. Despite its desperate longing, it could not see the reality. Only with every line of scripture flowing into its ears did the figure become gradually clearer and manifest itself.
“Black Mountain! ”
Feng Qing’an, who was running at the edge of the field in the early morning, saw this scene and felt Black Mountain’s emotional changes. His face immediately darkened. This old monk was not ordinary at all!
Because it wasn’t just Black Mountain, the werewolf pack behind it and even those ordinary mountain wolves that have been drawn by the werewolf’s demon qi and had congregated were now sitting or lying down, relinquishing their attacking stance, lazily listening to the old monk’s scriptures.
Moreover, not only was it Black Mountain, Feng Qing’an, who projected his consciousness onto Black Mountain, was also affected at this moment. The clear chanting sound of Zen resonated in his mind.
He saw a peaceful and rightly world, with no thorns, ruins, pits, latrines, filthy bricks, and other objects. The climate was mild, and the people were comfortable. There were so-called Wheel Kings and Sacred Kings holding the seven treasures, and even more than one!
“This old monk!”
Neither the sword in his hand nor the jade pendant at his waist had any reaction to this. This was a legitimate Buddhist scripture, and Feng Qing’an even had a faint epiphany as if he had realized something.
“Supreme Table Star, constant changes…”
Although Feng Qing’an did not notice anything unusual and even felt that he had gained some indescribable benefits, he naturally resisted it. He chanted the Taoist Mind Purification Mantra that he had learned from the East.
After protecting his thoughts, Feng Qing’an stepped into the forest. Seeing that no one was around, Yang Flame spouted from his back, forming four wings. The tall and slender young man rose from the ground and gracefully flew through the forest.
In no time, Feng Qing’an saw the vast and ethereal Buddha light and the clear Zen sound which was attracting the birds and beasts in the forest to listen.
Feng Qing’an looked down and saw a gray fox running agilely through the bushes, heading towards the direction of the old monk’s scripture teaching, ignoring his specially unusual presence in the forest.
“Buddhist Gate!”
Feng Qing’an descended from the air and walked on the ground. Just as he was about to stride forward, he suddenly stopped and turned around. Immediately, he saw a refined and polite scholar in a green shirt, swaying with the wind in the forest, one hand behind him and the other holding a green jade, looking relaxed and comfortable.
Mountain god!
Exactly, when a powerful monk like this comes to the mountain from outside, how could the mountain god not know? How could he turn a blind eye to it? “Young Master Feng, have you come to listen to the scriptures?”
Noticing Feng Qing’an’s gaze, the impeccably handsome and elegant gentleman turned his head and asked with a laugh.
“Is the revered god also interested in Buddhist scriptures?”
Feng Qing’an frowned. If he could resist the influence of Zen sound, then the mountain god should be able to it, too. Looking at the mountain god’s apparent figure, it clearly wasn’t influenced by the scripture.
“As long as it benefits me, I will accept it!”
The mountain god replied quite openly. The implication was clear — the scriptures benefit him, so he came to listen. There was no alternative motive.
“Revered God, doesn’t this monk’s preaching in the mountains count as disrupting the order in the mountain?”
At this moment, Feng Qing’an wanted to know the mountain god’s attitude towards the old monk. This was crucial.
“When snakes nest with rats, foxes live with rabbits, eagles perch with sparrows, it disrupts the order of the mountain!”
The mountain god looked towards the vast Buddha light and answered.
He could see the scenes surrounding the old monk because this monk was within his territory, the mountain was his law realm. Nothing that happened within it could escape his eyes.
“Why didn’t the mountain god expel this monk then?”
“Young Master Feng!”
The elegant man in the green shirt was still looking at the place where the Buddha light soared. “He is teaching Dharma!”
“Teaching Dharma!?”
Feng Qing’an frowned even more.
He knew that there are no free lunches in this world. Why did this old monk run to such a remote place, go into the mountains, and selflessly teach his cultivation skills to beasts and demons?
At first glance, it’s clear that there’s a major issue here. How could anyone just let it slide? Ignore it completely!
“Is there nothing wrong with the cultivation skill he preaches?” “As far as I have heard, there is nothing wrong! ”
The mountain god responded, which was why it had appeared here.
“There being no problem is in fact the biggest problem. This monk surely has ulterior motives!”
Feng Qing’an did not shy away from assuming the worst about the elderly monk. If he truly wanted to propagate his cultivation skill and accumulate meritorious deeds, there are many places in this vast world, so why did he come all the way here?
“I know he has ulterior motives.”
The mountain god agreed with Feng Qing’an’s viewpoint, cast a vague glance at the young man, and continued.
“The cultivation skill propagated by this monk, if practiced, poses no problem. However, the basis of this skill carries an intent of transformation. It is not the monk doing something malicious; instead, it is a common aspect of Buddhist teachings. If one cultivates the Dharma to its profound depths, one will inevitably enter the Buddhist Gate!”
“Honored god, knowing the drawbacks of the Dharma, why do you allow it?”
Feng Qing’an felt that if the mountain god standing before him was willing to step in, then he could spare himself the trouble.
“He is spreading the Dharma!”
Same question, but same response.
“Even if it leads cultivators into the Buddhist Gate?”
“Indeed!”
Feng Qing’an suddenly understood why this mountain god would just let things be. His thoughts were confirmed by the mountain god’s next words.
“Young Master Feng, you and I are different. You and your older brother are akin to naturally divine beings, innately possessing cultivation skills. In contrast, I was a mere snake in the mountains. You are unaware of the hardships of cultivation, the challenges of Taoism, but I know!”
Feng Qing’an now understood this mountain god’s position and choice, and he agreed with it.
Once, on behalf of Black Mountain, he had asked the mountain god for cultivation skills, and the mountain god had bestowed a cultivation skill, which, according to the god himself, was derived from observing the change of seasons, the replacement of the sun and moon, the movement of stars, over the course of one Jiazi.
At first hearing this, he was amazed, praising the high enlightenment of the mountain god at the time, who could actually deduce cultivation secrets from the rotation of the heavens and the Earth.
But now, Feng Qing’an understood the feeling of despair and helplessness contained in this seemingly heaven-defying self-enlightenment cultivation skill!
No one to confer skills! Nowhere to seek the Tao!
What he saw now was the mountain god of Green Python Mountain, who had existed for fifteen hundred years, but this mountain god was once a small snake monster with no origin or foundation. Faced with desperate circumstances, it had had no choice but to self-enlighten its cultivation.
If someone had taught this small snake monster a cultivation skill at that time, he probably wouldn’t see this mountain god now. It was precisely because the snake got its cultivation from the mountains that the mountain god chose to be a mountain god.
“Even if it is the Buddhist Dharma, it is still a Dharma. This is one of the few direct paths in the world. I will not hinder the creatures of the mountain from obtaining the Dharma. As a mountain god, naturally, I will not cut off their chances!”
Saying this, the mountain god suddenly showed a slight smile.
“Moreover, even if it is the Buddhist Dharma, as long as it is not cultivated to the profound depths, it can still be converted and taken on another path!”
“I now understand, and I’m embarrassed to have uttered such absurd words as why not to eat meat paste!”
At this moment, Feng Qing’an thoroughly understood the reason for the inaction of the mountain God. If he were the mountain god, he would probably make the same choice.
“No harm done. You are willing to look down at the creatures of the mountain, and even more willing to bestow graces, enlighten the beasts – you are far better than those divine beings who were born high above!”
The mountain god sincerely sighed. Feng Qing’an’s every move in the mountain forest, it had all seen. This was why it tolerated such a large wolf pack that had even disturbed the order of the mountains appearing in the big mountain.
“I will take your words as a compliment, Honored god!”
Feng Qing’an laughed, his eyebrows relaxed, and he took his sword and moved forward.
“Young Master Feng!”
“Honored god, do you have any further advice?” Feng Qing’an turned back to look..
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