"Horns and sharp ......" Bai Gujing paused slightly, looked down at the Manhuang Capital, gradually understood what he meant, and smiled: "This is also a good idea, but it must be fast, and you can't give them time to react." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The monkey nodded, urged the law, and gathered dark clouds to obscure the sun, leaving only a ray of golden light, shining on Sanzang's body, setting him off like a god.

"Boom!"

As his mind changed, a thick thunderbolt exploded in the air. Although the people in Chechi Country could not hear the thunder, they could clearly see the picture.

"Is it going to rain?" asked a palace maid in surprise in the imperial garden.

"With us here, how can we let them rain down?" said Yang Li Daxian with a sneer.

As soon as his words fell, rain suddenly fell from the sky, constantly hitting the pale cyan light mask.

Mortals can't see the luck shield with the naked eye, but they can see the severed rain, and they can't help but be shocked for a while, looking at the eyes of the old Taoist priests, no longer the pity just now, which is full of awe.

People have always been so realistic. This reality is good or bad.

"National Teacher ......" In the dim night, the king looked at the old Taoist priest.

"The rain did not fall on the ......" the old Taoist priest was just about to defend himself, when the rain on the sky suddenly became several times larger, and no longer fell to the palace alone, but radiated to the entire imperial city.

"It's raining, it's raining......" In the imperial city, countless people stood on the streets, opening their arms to the rain, letting the rain wet their clothes, with ecstatic faces.

Although the sound of the crowd cheering was not enough to shake the mountains, it was enough to spread throughout the imperial city, and it was deafening!

In the palace, in the imperial garden, the king said lightly: "National teacher, can you admit defeat?"

"Admit defeat?" The old Taoist priest's face turned a little pale, but he gritted his teeth and no longer cared about his face: "Your Majesty, although it is raining in the imperial city, the place where we gamble is the imperial palace! If they are judged to win like this, I will also win if it rains heavily in a remote mountainous area?"

"If shamelessness is a kind of cultivation, old Taoist, you can be said to be profound. "Let go of Feng Po and the others, and the white bone spirit and the monkey returned to their original place and took the place of the fake body.

The old Taoist priest did not look at him, but looked at the king without blinking.

The king was silent for a moment, and then said lightly: "As a state religion, Daomen has indeed paid a lot for the empire over the years, and I can't bear to see you completely lose power because of a defeat...... Master Sanzang, how about we settle this game?"

What he said was not an inquiry at all, but an explanation after the coffin was closed. Sanzang knew this very well, so he didn't say anything, and walked down the high altar step by step.

Compared to him, the mood of the three demon paths was more complicated.

They heard the meaning of the king's words, and the dedication that Daomen had made to the empire over the years could only redeem this defeat. If there is another defeat next time, he will do it impartially.

It's hard to say if this is the king's impartiality, but the old Taoist priest can hear the coldness and ruthlessness in it.

"If it's settled, continue to fight?" the White Bone Spirit asked.

The king looked at the old Taoist priest, who took a deep breath and said, "Of course, you have to decide the winner and the loser." ”

The white bone spirit smiled disapprerovingly: "What else do you want to bet on, just say it, we will take it all!"

"Arrogance!" the old Taoist snorted lightly, but he also knew that the other party was not arrogant.

Not counting the monkey who fought the heavens and the earth, just her, she was capable of shaking the heavens and immortals even when she fought alone, which was not comparable to immortals like them.

"Master Sanzang, how about we compare zazen next?" Seeing that Bai Gu smiled sarcastically, and did not answer, the old Taoist priest was inexplicably humiliated in his heart, and forcibly endured the fire in his heart, and raised his eyes to look at Tang Sanzang.

"Compared with orthodox Buddhist disciples?" said the king in surprise.

The old Taoist priest bowed his head and said: "That's right, it's just that my zazen is not ordinary, I need to set up two hundred tables under the scorching sun, one hundred as a meditation platform, I and Sanzang driving the clouds on the stage, agreed that within a few hours, there can be no movement." ”

"Under the scorching sun?" the white bone spirit smiled, squinting at him, his gaze playful.

Now it is still raining in mid-air, and the imperial capital is foggy, and the old Taoist priest suddenly said under a scorching sun, and his heart is clear.

The monkey smiled faintly, raised his eyes, and stopped the storm. The clouds cleared, and the sun shone on the earth again.

This is the strength of the Great Luo Heavenly Immortals, who can manipulate some of the laws of the Three Realms and have a trace of the rights of the Heavenly Dao.

The king didn't know that this was a monkey's method, and thought it was Sanzang's method, and said in admiration: "The mage is really good. ”

The corners of Sanzang's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to explain that this had nothing to do with him, Bai Gujing suddenly spoke: "Without further ado, Your Majesty should send someone to find two hundred tables." ”

The king nodded, and immediately gave the order.

"White bones, I always have an inexplicable sense of guilt in my heart. As the guards set the table, Sanzang said softly.

The white bone spirit asked rhetorically, "Did you lie?"

Sanzang was stunned and speechless.

In less than half an hour, the guards who were proficient in martial arts erected two tables and wooden platforms, facing the Skylark Tower.

"Mage, please. The old Taoist priest stood in front of a high platform, looking at Tang Sanzang with a slight cold gaze.

"National teacher, please. ”

The old Taoist priest turned his eyes to look at Bai Gujing and the others, and flew up to the high platform.

The high platform made of the table is impossible to be strong, and when the wind blows, the upper part even shakes, which is extremely dangerous. However, strange to say, when the old Taoist priest came to the top and sat down, it was as if he had directly suppressed the hundred tables and made them as stable as a mountain.

"Monk, are you ready?" the White Bone Spirit asked.

Sanzang nodded silently and replied in a spiritual voice: "Send me up, I need you to bother more." ”

"It should. The white bone spirit smiled, turned his palm, and a colorful auspicious cloud suddenly appeared from under Sanzang's feet, supporting him to fly high into the air.

The two sides sat down, each chanting sutras, one reciting Taoist sutras, the other preaching Buddhist sutras, and the two interfered with each other, but it seemed that they were really divided into two worlds.

After a few hours, Jin Yang gradually came to the mountainside, and the two sides still did not know the winner. This result surprised many people, after all, the old Taoist priest is an immortal body, and he can maintain a long period of sitting and practicing, but Sanzang is an unscrupulous mortal, how to persist until now?

Between the fluttering thoughts, the white bones suddenly sounded a sentence that Tang Seng himself said in the original book: "When Yu was young, he listened to the Zen master's preaching, and his life was fundamental, qualitatively and spiritually, and he could sit for two or three years in the life and death pass." ”