Two treasure maps

Chapter 135 Confucianism Cultivator

Le Xiaoyao woke up from a deep coma, and a sharp pain surged like a tide, as if all his internal organs were hit violently. The discomfort of dislocation made him frown.

He struggled to open his eyes, trying to recall the previous battle, but all that remained in his mind was the majestic figure of the six-winged divine eagle and the scene in which the protective shield of his Fire Cloud Crown was instantly shattered by its attack.

He struggled to adjust his breathing, trying to regain some strength. The sound of breathing in his ears, coupled with the fact that his body could not move, made him realize that he might have fallen into the hands of the enemy.

He was not too panicked. As long as they didn't intend to take his life, he believed that everything would turn out well.

He secretly speculated about Leng Xing's identity and background. This mysterious man was so powerful that if he hadn't used the Fire-Repelling Cloud Crown in time, he would have been defeated by him.

You know, back then, he, Chang Xiaoyao, the Fire Dragon of Flame Mountain, was also known as the Absolute Demon King. Although this was due to the reputation of his master, his own strength should not be underestimated. That was the strength that allowed him to gain a foothold in the Sixth Heaven.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel aggrieved. He was a demon king, but he failed in the second heaven. This was a shame for him.

He secretly made up his mind that if he could escape by chance this time, he would definitely find out the details of Leng Xing and see where this mysterious man came from. He didn't believe that someone with such strength could have ascended from the lower realm.

At this moment, a familiar fragrance came to his nose. He sniffed it gently and felt warm in his heart. This was Yue'er's scent. He immediately relaxed his guard. Since Yue'er was here, he should be safe. He temporarily put his mind at ease and began to concentrate on regulating his breathing and healing his injuries.

"Fengtian Protector, he seems to have woken up." The voice of a demon cultivator broke the silence around.

Ling Mo glanced at Le Xiaoyao and snorted disdainfully: "He was so badly injured, and you are still so careful. I really don't know what to say to these women."

Yin Yueer laughed and retorted, "It's better to be safe than sorry. This only shows that we women are as careful as a hair."

Chi Hao flipped the barbecue in his hand and interrupted, "Since you women are so meticulous, you should be good at cooking. Why don't you barbecue for us?"

Mei Ri glanced at him coldly and said, "Apart from you Confucianists, who else eats? Just roast it and eat it yourself. It's not like we all need to eat."

Chi Hao didn't care about Mei Ri's sarcasm. He smiled and said, "That's because you don't know how to enjoy yourself. Who says that cultivation should be based on eating wind and drinking dew, or fasting? The desire for food can make our body and mind clearer. Confucius said: "You never tire of fine food, and you never tire of fine meat. This is the way to keep healthy."

Ling Mo looked at the dozen or so Confucian cultivators grilling meat seriously in the open space and couldn't help shaking his head. In his previous understanding, when it came to eating, they, the demon cultivators, were second, and no one should be first. But after meeting the Confucian cultivators, he realized that he was really wrong.

When demon cultivators eat, they pursue speed and strength, while Confucian cultivators focus on taste and enjoyment. He remembered that he once curiously tasted the food of Confucian cultivators, and it was really the most delicious food in the world.

From then on, whenever he carried out missions with the Confucian monks, he would no longer interfere with how they prepared the food. As long as it did not delay the mission, they could eat whatever they liked.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the practitioners in this world really follow their own paths, with different methods and living habits. But it is this diversity that constitutes this colorful world.

Among this group of people, the scene of Confucian practitioners busy grilling meat became a unique landscape.

They selected the most tender pieces of meat, carefully cut and marinated them, and then slowly roasted them over the fire, the flames dancing and reflecting their focused and satisfied expressions.

Ling Mo sat aside, watching those Confucian practitioners leisurely enjoying the fun of barbecue, and couldn't help feeling a little envious.

He recalled his past life among the demon cultivators. Although there was some joy, it was mostly about fighting and training. They pursued strength and speed, while the Confucian cultivators paid more attention to inner peace and the taste of life.

"Perhaps, I should also try this kind of life." Ling Mo thought to himself, and his eyes accidentally swept over Le Xiaoyao. At this moment, Le Xiaoyao had recovered some strength and was lying there quietly with his eyes slightly closed. It seemed that he did not take his own safety very seriously, but was just enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

On the open grassland, Dharma Protector Fengtian was sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, his hands clasped together, and muttering something.

He was praying for the souls of several rabbits, deer and roe deer that were put on the grill by Confucian monks. They used to run freely on this land, but now they lay quietly on the grill, waiting to be eaten.

Although Fengtian Dharma Protector is a Buddhist practitioner, he has not completely abandoned the secular world. He is well aware of the fragility and preciousness of life. Therefore, whenever he encounters such a scene, he will silently chant sutras to pray for the souls to be reborn, hoping that these souls can rest in peace.

However, when he was immersed in the world of chanting scriptures, he still separated a wisp of his consciousness to pay attention to Le Xiaoyao. Knowing that he had woken up, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened his eyes slightly, glanced at Le Xiaoyao's condition, and did not speak. He continued to close his eyes and recite the scriptures.

Mei Ri sat aside, his eyes falling on the protector Feng Tian from time to time.

He really couldn't stand Fengtian Hufa's behavior. Since he was a Buddhist practitioner, he should concentrate on chanting the scriptures and not kill any living beings. However, he himself clearly killed lives, and now he pretended not to chant the scriptures seriously, which made Mei Ri feel very disdainful.

As time passed, the aroma of barbecue gradually spread, intertwining to form an enticing scent that floated throughout the open space.

The Confucian monks sat around the fire, sharing delicious food and enjoying the joy of the moment.

Dharma Protector Fengtian finally stopped chanting, but he did not care about the captured Le Xiaoyao. Instead, he closed his eyes and rested.

"What on earth is Protector Fengtian thinking?" Mei Ri muttered to himself.

He recalled that in the last competition, he lost to Fengtian Dharma Protector and had to take the position of Hall Master, while Fengtian Dharma Protector became the Left Dharma Protector. This was undoubtedly a shame for him.

In fact, Mei Ri was not really dissatisfied with Feng Tian the Protector. He just felt that there seemed to be a subtle gap between the two of them.

One of them is a Buddhist practitioner, and the other is a Taoist practitioner, and they seem to be born incompatible.

Mei Ri tried to communicate with Feng Tian the guardian, but every time he felt that he could not get into each other's hearts.