The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

Feng Qing’an’s eyes sparkled, he would not leave here until he had committed every content here to memory, never going astray.

“Hmm.”

“Big brother, what should I do if I am driven away by the monks?”

Feng Qing’an asked in an unnecessarily worried manner. In some ways, what he planned to do could be seen as trespassing. After all, he did not exactly pledge anything; he was just impulsively planning to spread the Buddhist scriptures he had learned. There was no one there binding him to this.

His big brother’s attitude suggested that he did not plan on imposing any restrictions on him.

“No one will.”

Fayuan’s tone was indifferent,

“Before you finish reading all the scriptures, no one will disturb you.”

“Having heard what you said, big brother, makes me feel at ease.”

All his worries vanished after hearing this from his big brother.

“If there’s nothing else, I should go. Study the Buddhist scriptures here in peace.”

“Sure.”

As his brother’s figure disappeared before his eyes, Feng Qing’an looked around the area, not picky at all, he just sat down cross-legged on the spot, casually took out a scripture containing the strange phenomenon of a Dapeng bird from the side, and started reading it.

At the very first glance, Feng Qing’an was fascinated. The abstruse and difficult scriptures instantly transformed into majestic and divine Dapeng birds soaring in his eyes, revealing the true meaning contained in the scriptures.

“So that’s how it is!”

Blazing Buddhist lights flashed in Feng Qing’an’s eyes. Just behind him stood the same Buddhist light, surging in from all directions, gradually transforming into a mighty and extraordinary Golden Winged Dapeng bird.

With the appearance of the bird, Feng Qing’an’s reading speed, which had been normal, gradually sped up. In the end, the scripture pages he was turning turned into a half-moon-shaped afterimage. The palm-sized scripture was quickly finished in no time.

“That’s it?”

Feng Qing’an, who had finished a scripture at an amazingly fast pace, had a sense of wanting more. He was surprised and curious as if he had opened the door to a new world, but more than that, he yearned for the true meaning of Buddhism, because this was also the evolution of the path of heaven and earth.

Buddhism could become the main trend of the human race, naturally, it had its unique aspects. Its intricacy was actually not much inferior to Taoism, only that there were too many traps in it.

Buddhist practices directly pointing to the path are much easier to acquire than Taoist scriptures for longevity. The problem lies right here.

No pen drops from heaven, Buddhist scriptures are easy because they are filled with pitfalls. If one is not careful, one may become a pawn of Buddhism.

Once trapped, it is difficult to get rid of it for a lifetime. Those with startling talents even have their souls and true spirits branded with the mark of Buddhism, unable to break free even after several reincarnations.

Yet Feng Qing’an at present naturally had no such worries. This was all arranged by his big brother, and it was one of the scriptures placed in the Scripture Library. Mostly, those who could come here to study the scriptures are potential Buddhists who have the potential to achieve the Fruit Position, or Arhats like Jialan who have already attained the Fruit Position. Therefore, there are unlikely to be any traps that harm people.

Who would, for no reason, lay traps in the scriptures for their own family? And what Feng Qing’an was reading was not the scriptures, it was the true meaning of the way contained in them.

And this meant that a considerable part of the scriptures, even without his big brother’s arrangement, he could flip through carefreely and not worry about falling into any traps.

Time is irrelevant here in the mountains, and the bitter cold has lost its meaning.

The young man in white with black hair cascading down emerged from the ninth layer of the Scripture Library, a soft smile on his face. He projected an aura of extraordinary heroism balanced with an approachable warmth, a unique aura that seemed to transcend the mundane world, untouched by earthly toil.

After perusing the scriptures housed within the three-layered Buddhist hall, the demeanor of Feng Qing’an underwent a tectonic shift. His every gesture exuded a Zen-like essence.

“Amitabha Buddha!”

As Feng Qing’an walked out of the front of the great hall, an elderly monk with eyebrows that hung down to his shoulders appeared before him. Feng Qing’an looked past him, preparing to leave.

This had become his habit from reading scriptures in the three-layered Buddhist hall because he was not the only one in the scripture library. Occasionally, respected monks or disciples from the Buddhist sect would come in to read the scriptures.

At first, Feng Qing’an was somewhat startled, worried that these monks would discover his presence and react intensely. After all, he was a layman, neither a follower of Buddhism nor a renunciate. It would be taboo for him to casually read scriptures housed within their library.

Nonetheless, after multiple attempts, Feng Qing’an finally confirmed that these monks simply could not see him; he was non-existent in their eyes. All he had to do was quietly attend to his affairs. Having this realization, Feng Qing’an now acted accordingly.

“Benefactor, please stop!”

Feng Qing’an, who was about to leave, was called to halt. Somewhat surprised, he turned back to look at the elderly monk.

“You can see me? Oh, I understand.”

Feng Qing’an was initially surprised but quickly grasped the situation. He had read all the scriptures in the three-layered treasure hall. Although he merely memorized most of them and only gleaned the true meaning of a few, this foundation and accumulation fulfilled the task assigned by his older brother.

Perhaps the divine power that Fayuan had applied to him lost its effect. Initially, he couldn’t do anything without being ignored by the other monks, his existence obliterated. However, now, his presence emerged once again.

The old monk before him was likely the guardian of the scripture library — a character absolutely not to be trifled with.

“Benefactor, what do you understand?”

The old monk with white eyebrows had a complexion of delicate beauty that belied his aged appearance, his rosy cheeks resembling those of a newborn, gradually turning pale.

Looking at Feng Qing’an’s face, which was strikingly similar to that of a Buddha’s disciple, he gradually understood something but dared not believe that even one of his own kind could betray him to this extent.

Who among them would bring an outsider into the scripture library? Not only had it never been seen before, but it had never even been heard of.

“Nothing much, I wonder what teaching the master might have for me?”

Feng Qing’an didn’t take it seriously and asked the white-eyebrowed old monk with a smiling face.

Although he had gone through all the scriptures in the three-layered Buddhist hall and only fully comprehended a small part of them, he still gained significant benefits.

The most substantial benefit was the sudden surge in his soul power. Unbeknownst to him, he had managed to form the twelfth Soul Contract, and the formation of the thirteenth was imminent.

As a Tamer, his cultivation was of utmost importance. His current achievements could be attributed to his stepping onto the path of a Tamer.

Besides the dramatic increase in his soul power, what surprised and delighted Feng Qing’an was that his comprehension of the Buddhist scriptures had significantly advanced the training of his “Great Weekday Stellar Entry Technique”.

To date, Feng Qing’an had opened thirteen apertures of the Stellar Entry Technique, his vitality becoming majestic and confident, on par with or even surpassing other Divine Elixir Realm martial artists.

This discovery revealed the horrifying aspect of the “Great Weekday Stellar Entry Technique”. It possessed an unfathomable compatibility with other techniques that also cultivated the physical body and honed vitality.

Keep the essence and discard the dross.

Within the Buddhist scriptures naturally lay techniques to cultivate vitality. A sizable portion even surpassed Taoism. Both the Arhats and Buddhas were required to cultivate their own golden bodies, possibly even more than one kind.

“I wouldn’t dare to instruct. I wonder when you came into the scripture library and what you read here?”

The old monk with white eyebrows inquired amicably.

“This, I don’t know.”

The youth’s face revealed an innocent expression. Indeed, he had lost all concept of time these few days. Even to describe him as wholly given over to his study would have been an understatement—it was more like he maintained no distinction between day and night.