When the tide is like the tide, the tide rises and falls.

In the midst of the continuous washing of the turquoise waterfall, ten days passed in a flash.

Ten days later, the two Zen temples to the west of 5,000 miles, there is a tall mountain called the flat top, the peak is 1,300 zhang high, but its top is a huge flat top that is different, there is a circular platform in the middle. The platform is engraved with the gossip yin and yang fish, and corresponds to the three stars under the belt of Orion, where the aura of heaven and earth gathers, like a golden bowl upside down on it, which is the martial arts conference platform of the thirteen Buddhas.

At that time, the young generation of the Buddhist temple and the Taoist temple will all appear on this stage, and the winners on this stage will receive the rewards of the thirteen Buddhas.

The thirteen paths, the Buddha, and the person in an arc-shaped square circle around the platform.

Among them, the monks in the two Zen temples and the Taoist priests in the two Qingguan temples were the main topics of discussion at the conference.

Before the people from both sides had reached the top of the mountain, there were already good people who began to talk about who would win this conference.

The two monks of the Oolong Temple looked at the huge platform in front of them, and their hearts throbbed.

The bad senior brother with two mustaches said to the white junior brother on the side: "Senior brother, have you seen it, this is the biggest annual festival of sadness, and at that time, characters with heads and faces will be present." ”

"Senior brother, senior brother, can you see that senior sister Cai'er who haunts you today?" The little junior brother raised his head very innocently and said something that embarrassed Senior Brother Mustache.

Senior Brother Mustache glared at his junior brother, and then said in a cold voice: "What do you call me haunted by dreams, we are in love for the seventh generation, but unfortunately, I was born more than ten years earlier in this life." ”

"By the way, Senior Brother, Senior Sister Cai'er's strength can be said to be very strong, according to what was said some time ago, it should have been Tianxuan's sevenfold cultivation, so wouldn't the championship this time fall into the hands of Senior Sister Cai'er after all?"

Senior Brother Mustache smiled: "Hey, you're wrong, although I also hope that my Cai'er can win, but it's a pity that this year's tournament is really turbulent." ”

"Which one of the two temples is said to be...... Crazy, it's out of the customs this year, if Cai'er and him are in the same place, then it's still unknown who will live and who will die. The mustache shook his head, a worried look in his eyes.

The little monk was taken aback: "Senior brother, isn't this a simple competition, when did it actually rise to the level of life and death?"

"It's hard to say, that man, he's really a madman!" the mustache shook his head, remembering some of the circumstances of the year, and he still had a little palpitations.

"Senior brother, Senior Sister Cai'er, and the crazy person you call it, are you more optimistic about the crazy person?" the little monk continued to ask.

"I have to!" The mustache shook his right hand: "If I think so, the one who can really win is Qing."

Among the water temples, which one rides a bull, once a heavenly mystery, a hundred years unparalleled, nature!"

Bang......

As he spoke, the whole sad ground shook again, and the entire flat top trembled.

Fortunately, the trembling is not very large, otherwise today's competition may be temporarily suspended.

Senior Brother Mustache grabbed the body of the little junior brother who was swaying from side to side by the earthquake, and then said in a deep voice: "Steady!"

The little junior brother hurriedly smashed a jack to the ground, and did it cross-legged like an old monk in a fixed place, and waited until the shaking subsided, and then let out a long breath: "This is really weird, there is really something to do recently and there will be an earthquake." ”

"Be quiet, the two Zen people are here. The mustache made a silent gesture, and then his gaze fell on the steps at the very edge of the two temples. Then, at the end of the steps, a man in a pale monk's robe walked up, with a very earthy smell on his body.

...... It is really the team of the two Zen temples.

In the team, the abbot was at the head, followed by the master uncle, the second master uncle, the third master uncle and others, followed by the elite novice in the seven two Zen temples, Wang Ping was the leader, Yun Ye, Yun Shan and others, three of the seven people were actually disciples of the three courtyards.

Behind the three of them, there are Bi Ping and Bi Tong, Tang Ming is standing at the back, will he look at the unproductive seventh uncle who is constantly drinking and red nose next to him.

After the two Zen temple processions went to the top of the flat, they sat down in the main seat.

The abbot was the leader, and then the superintendent of the temple, the uncle, the little novice, and so on sat behind the abbot one after another.

Soon after the team of the two Zen temples sat down, the team of the two Qingguan walked up, and the master took Xingcai'er, and before walking on the flat top, he was still kind and angry, with a smile, but when he walked on the flat top and looked at the abbot together, the smiling face became ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the disciples who were closer could even hear the nasal voice of the master very clearly.

Mrs. Shi didn't say anything, and led the team to sit unceremoniously next to the abbot of Dajue, even though he didn't say a word, but the feeling of-for-tat had already jumped on the paper.

Some time ago, I heard that the master of the two Qingguan seemed to be a little unhappy with the abbot of the two Zen temples.

The clear-eyed people suddenly smacked their tongues for a while, most of them with a bit of a joke.

"Oh, oh, these are all monks, how can they still make such a fuss?" a somewhat out of tune voice came up with the footsteps of the cow.

After the sound of the cowbell jingling, a green cow more than two meters in size appeared in front of everyone.

On the back of the green cow, there were two people, an old monk holding a wine gourd, and an old monk holding a wine jar, both of whom were wearing patched clothes, which looked like two

The bald head is like two mops, which is very funny.

"Let me tell you, this monk doesn't dare to be angry, he is going to break the precepts!" The monk's mouthful of Shaanxi Pu seemed to smoke people's eyes with the smell of garlic.

Shi Taipi opened his mouth without smiling, and then said: "It's definitely not like you, as long as you can have wine, you can do without the temple." ”

"Hehe, what are you talking about?" may be because of the drink, and the old monk snorted when he spoke.

"We, the temple is a bit poor, so I just brought a disciple here. ”

Shitai and the abbot of Dajue glanced at the monk together, there is a temple that is very poor, it is clear that the sesame oil money has been taken to drink, and the green cow is left in the possibility of being poor.

"Okay, okay, Bao said so much, hurry up and make a place. Regardless of whether the abbot and the master were willing or not, he directly commanded the big green cow to sit down between the two.

But the smell of wine in the wine gourd made the seventh uncle sitting next to Tang Ming move his index finger, and kept looking at the wine gourd in the other party's hand, and the two of them had a bit of a similar smell.

"Hey!" Abbot Dajue shook his head and simply closed his eyes, but at this time, what he was thinking about was not the annoyance of Abbot Shuiqing, but more of an envy.

It would be nice if he could live as freely as Abbot Shimizu.

The people from the thirteen parties were obviously already sitting here, but the atmosphere at the scene was a little strange, and no one had commanded to say anything like the start of the conference for a long time.

Logically speaking, this kind of thing is generally said by the monk Dajue, but today's monk Dajue has been closing his eyes and recuperating from the beginning.

"Ahem, ahem. Uncle Jian coughed violently, and then said, "Senior brother, it's time to start." ”

Monk Dajue came back to his senses, slowly stood up from the ground, and said, "Okay, I now announce that the game has officially begun!"

"The rule is the same as in previous years, a temple, or Taoist temple can discharge up to seven disciples to participate in the battle, the venue is the entire Pingdingshan, all the disciples are fighting in the Pingdingshan, and the last person who re-ascends the summit will have the final battle on the platform of the Pingdingshan. After Monk Dajue finished speaking, he pursed his dry lips, and followed the dazzling light of merit in his palm to fall on the battle platform, and a huge golden finger pointed in the direction of the sun, and the shadow fell on the battle platform.

"Now you have to go, and after twelve hours, those who can return to the top of the mountain will be able to participate in the finals. Monk Dajue said categorically.

In the end, Monk Dajue folded his hands again, and the light of merit of hundreds of paths in his hands shone on the bodies of the participating disciples of the thirteen sects.

Under the light of the strong merit lord, the disciples of the thirteen sects were directly pushed out, and in the blink of an eye, all the disciples who participated in the competition were meritorious

The light pushed, and disappeared directly on the flat top.

After doing all this, the abbot closed his eyes and let out a long sigh: "Is it finally the beginning?" Maybe this will be the last martial arts tournament. ”

What does it feel like to sit in the golden light of merit?

Honestly, it was like sitting in a cramped teleportation chamber, with no view of the surrounding scenery, and the only thing I could feel was the fact that I was literally moving away from the flat roof.

Looking at the light of merit that wrapped himself in front of him, Tang Ming suddenly frowned: "Wait, the rule of the competition is to return to the Pingding Mountain, so that you have the qualification to participate in the finals, if you say so, wouldn't you have fallen to the ground earlier, or you can return to the Pingding Mountain earlier." ”

The corners of Tang Ming's mouth immediately raised a smile, others wanted to dismantle this golden light of merit, and it would take some effort, but Tang Ming was different, at this moment, I saw Tang Ming pressing his hands on the golden light of merit, above his hands, a strong suction force burst out, under this extremely strong suction, the seemingly solid and indestructible light of merit suddenly became floating, and after an instant, it completely shattered, turning into a little golden light in the sky, and Tang Ming's body fell in a vertical direction。

(End of chapter)