The people who followed the Tianjiu Gate walked for about half an hour, and finally came to an empty valley. The surrounding mountains are covered with lush trees, and some of the cliffs have vines clinging.

When Huo Linsheng came to the valley with dozens of backbone disciples from the Heavenly Nine Sect, it was vaguely visible from a distance that another group of people were already waiting on a higher flat ground in the valley.

The number of people on the other side is also quite large, about thirty or forty people.

Most of the thirty or forty people were dressed casually, and they didn't pay much attention to it, but each of them wore a badge with the word 'Xuan' on their chest.

The people of Tianjiumen also have a badge on their chests, but the badge of Tianjiumen has the word 'heaven' on it.

Among the people on the other side, there is also an exception. The man was a bald monk with a robe, a huge string of Buddhist beads around his neck, and a rosary in his hand.

Looking at his appearance, he should be no less than seventy or eighty years old, but probably because of his profound cultivation, the spirit of the whole person is still extremely tough, and he does not show any old age.

Eight times out of ten, I think this guy is coming. Nine should be the forgetful mage invited by the Xuanzhen Sect.

As soon as they met, a man in his early fifties standing at the forefront of the other party took two steps forward and said in a tone of triumph and provocation: "Tsk, your Tianjiumen is such a big shelf!" It's only arrived now, and it seems that we didn't take our Xuanzhen Sect seriously......"

Huo Linsheng stood at the front, looked at the other party, and said lightly: "You are half right. Tianjiumen has always been peaceful in dealing with people, and there is no so-called shelf. However, it's true that I didn't take your Xuanzhen Sect seriously. ”

"You ......"

The man on the other side was so angry by Huo Linsheng's words, and a look of anger appeared on his face, "Huo Linsheng, don't be too arrogant!" ”

"Hubris? Have it. Wu Shengbao, you can tell me about it. I'm arrogant somewhere. Isn't it true that your Xuanzhen Sect has lost to our Heavenly Nine Gate five times in a row? ”

Huo Linsheng glanced at the other party and said lightly.

Wu Shengbao, the master of Xuanzhen Sect, was choked by Huo Linsheng's words. However, what the other party said was the truth, and he couldn't argue anything at all.

In the past twenty years, Xuanzhenmen has indeed lost to Tianjiumen five times in a row.

Because of this, I felt that this time the festival must not be lost to the Heavenly Nine Gate again. So Xuanzhenmen, at a huge price, invited the forgetful master of the 'Zen Heaven Temple' to help.

Intention to win this puja fight.

Wu Shengbao knew that he would definitely lose if he continued to fight with Huo Linsheng like this, who would let the family have 'dry goods', this pair of sprays, this confidence is naturally more than him, and three or two sentences can choke him to the point that he has nothing to say.

Therefore, Wu Shengbao forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "Huo Linsheng, don't be complacent. It was before, and now it is now. Today, you Tianjiumen don't want to win this puja again, hum! ”

Those Xuanzhen Sects standing behind Wu Shengbao also shouted, "That's right, your Tianjiu Gate has lost this time!" ”

"The so-called feng shui takes turns, and this time the festival will inevitably be won by our Xuanzhen Sect."

"You'd better admit defeat obediently, otherwise. Our Xuanzhen Sect will definitely beat you to the ground, haha......"

Just now, the people of Xuanzhen Sect were choked by Huo Linsheng's words. Coupled with the fact that he has been losing to the Tianjiu Gate for many years, the entire Xuanzhen Sect is holding its breath.

This time, the Xuanzhen Sect has invited the Forgetful Mage, and it can be said that the victory is in hand, so it is naturally inevitable to shout and provoke the Tianjiumen, venting the depression and evil breath accumulated over the years.

In the face of the clamor and provocation of the Xuanzhen Gate, the people of the Tianjiu Gate were naturally not to be outdone and fought back. They all shouted.

"Just because you also want to win our Tianjiumen? Do your spring and autumn daydreams! ”

"Looks like you've forgotten the last time, and the last time, and the last time, and the last time...... How did you all lose to our Heavenly Nine Gates? Want to win us, phew! Let's go in the next life! ”

The disciples on both sides engaged in a chaotic fight.

It can be seen that between the Tianjiu Gate and the Xuanzhen Gate today. It is true that there is a deep grudge. I'm afraid it's hard for an uninformed outsider to imagine that it's in eight. Ninety years ago, on this day, the Nine Gates and the Xuanzhen Gate were still one.

After a chaotic mouthpiece, Wu Shengbao, the master of the Xuanzhen Sect, took the lead in raising his hand to signal his people to stop, staring at each other coldly.

Seeing this, Huo Linsheng also asked the people of Tianjiumen to stop talking to each other.

"Huo Linsheng, don't talk nonsense, let's open the altar to worship the ancestors, and then divide the winners and losers!" Wu Shengbao said coldly, full of confidence and confidence in his words.

Huo Linsheng also looked at Wu Shengbao with cold eyes, and said coldly: "I'm afraid you won't make it?" ”

"Humph!"

Huo Lin snorted coldly, immediately waved his hand behind him, and said, "Bring the things over and arrange the altar to worship the ancestors!" ”

"Yes!"

Hearing Huo Linsheng's words, several young men behind him immediately stepped forward with the several marijuana bags they were carrying on their backs.

On the other side, Wu Shengbao also snorted coldly, and immediately waved his hand to let the disciples of Xuanzhen Sect carry a few hemp bags up.

The sacks on both sides contained some things used to arrange the altar and sacrifices.

It can be seen that although the Nine Gates and the Xuanzhen Sect have split into two factions today, and they are quite in the same situation, they still recognize the common ancestor.

Yin Xiu and Yin Tianqi watched quietly among the many people in the Heavenly Nine Gate.

Yin Xiu's gaze carefully looked at the very eye-catching bald monk 'Forgetful Mage' in the middle of the other party, then withdrew his gaze, and then shifted his attention to the altars that were being arranged by both the Tianjiu Gate and the Xuanzhen Gate......

The two sides each arranged a Dharma altar in the southeast direction, and there was some attention to the direction and specific location. In addition, the materials used in the altar are also very indoors, and they are not in the form of fooling people at will.

While the disciples on both sides were arranging their altars, the rest of the people were all looking at each other coldly, and the air seemed to be filled with a solemn and oppressive aura, as if even the air was about to be frozen.

The bald monk on the opposite side sat down cross-legged on one side as soon as the altars were arranged on both sides, his eyes slightly closed, and his prayer beads in his hands. He muttered Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Looking at that appearance, it is indeed very like a monk.

After about ten minutes, the altars of both sides were set up one after another. On the altar, in addition to some sacrificial offerings, there is also a simple incense burner, and white candles are lit on both sides.

The altar is complete. Huo Linsheng and Wu Shengbao snorted coldly at each other, strode forward one after another, and went to their respective altars to pick up paper money and incense and began to worship their ancestors.

While burning incense to worship their ancestors, the two of them were muttering something with words in their mouths.

And the other disciples of the Tianjiu Gate and the Xuanzhen Gate also withdrew their cold gaze at each other at this time, and turned to look at the altar, their expressions became solemn and solemn.

Sacrificing to the ancestor is still a very solemn thing for sects like Tianjiumen and Xuanzhenmen, and it cannot be desecrated.

The process of sacrifice is quick. It was done in a few moments.

After Huo Linsheng and Wu Shengbao each inserted incense into the incense burner on the altar, they turned around and stood opposite each other.

"Huo Linsheng, let's start. This time, I'm going to make your Tianjiumen lose completely! Wu Shengbao stared at Huo Linsheng and said with a sneer.

Huo Linsheng naturally did not show weakness, and counterattacked: "Just rely on your Xuanzhen Sect? Don't be afraid that the wind will flash your tongue! ”

"Hmph, Huo Linsheng, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. The old rules. Let's start the lottery! Wu Shengbao said coldly.

When Huo Linsheng heard this, he immediately waved his hand at his own people. Said: "Bring up the bamboo sticks!" ”

Hearing this, an elder of the Heavenly Nine Gate personally took a slender cardboard tube. A bamboo skewer about the length of a thumb was exposed at each end of the cardboard tube, and the exposed parts at each end were almost the same length.

The cardboard tube wraps the bamboo skewers tightly, leaving no gaps.

After the Tianjiu Sect elder took the cardboard tube, Huo Linsheng said to Wu Shengbao on the other side, "Please!" ”

"Good!"

Wu Shengbao immediately strode forward and walked in front of the Heavenly Nine Sect Elder. Then he stared at the paper tube carefully, and then stared closely at the eyes and expression of the Heavenly Nine Sect Elder.

It seemed to be trying to see something in his eyes.

After a while, Wu Shengbao suddenly grabbed the piece of bamboo stick exposed on the left side, pulled it hard, and pulled the bamboo stick out of the wrapped cardboard tube.

His eyes only glanced at the bamboo stick in his hand. He immediately said to the Heavenly Nine Sect Elder, "Take out the remaining piece of bamboo stick and take a look!" ”

The elder of the Heavenly Nine Gate sighed slightly in his heart, and casually drew out the remaining piece of bamboo stick on the right side.

When Wu Shengbao saw the length of the bamboo skewer drawn by the Heavenly Nine Sect Elder, he immediately laughed out loud.

He immediately turned his head to look at Huo Linsheng, and said with a smug smile: "Huo Linsheng, it seems that this time even God won't help you Tianjiumen." Even the bamboo sticks made by your Tianjiumen themselves have been drawn by me to draw lots, this time, how can you Tianjiumen still fight with our Xuanzhen Gate? ”

Huo Linsheng looked at the bamboo sticks in the hands of Wu Shengbao and the elder of the Tianjiu Gate, and couldn't help frowning slightly, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

The situation was already very difficult, but at this moment, it was taken away by the other party, and I am afraid it will be even more difficult!

However, Huo Linsheng would not show timidity on his face, and said coldly: "Wu Shengbao, what if you are drawn to the lottery?" Your Xuanzhen Gate has drawn lots, but it is not once or twice that you have lost to our Tianjiumen, what is there to be proud of! ”

"Hehe, I have my own place of pride, Huo Linsheng, now, let's see the real chapter under our hands!" Wu Shengbao still sneered proudly. (To be continued......)

PS: Before I knew it, another month had passed, and the author didn't feel it at all, so it was about to enter December, so fast.

Thinking about it, it has been exactly three and a half months since this book was on the shelves in the blink of an eye, and the word count has reached 1.15 million words. It seems that the Chinese New Year will be in two months......

The years are a pig-killing knife......

Finally, let's shout a few voices, ask for a ticket, ask for a subscription.

In addition, I hope you still try not to get additional coins to subscribe, that thing is not counted in the author's subscription at all, and no amount of additional coins will be of any income for the author.

Recently, there is obviously more and more trend of increasing coins, and the subscriptions have dropped badly, and I feel tired and don't like it...... There are already many code words in the wood. Passion and motivation.

Writing a book is still a work that depends on the mind, and if the mood is not good, the mood will naturally not be high.

Well, anyway, the author is doing his best, listening to the destiny of heaven to shout a few words, and nothing else can be done. I can't twist my arms around my thighs, I can't resist, I can only try to enjoy ......

If you can't enjoy it, you can only endure it in silence. When you can't stand it...... I don't know