On the seventh day of the fourth month, the Buddha Puja is bathed.

In front of the main hall of Xiaoleiyin Temple, a large number of cultivators gathered.

The grandeur of this Buddha bathing festival and the number of participants are the largest in a century.

More than 4,000 ascetics, a small Lei Yin Temple hall of the open space, has been unable to accommodate, the competition of the festival will be "talismans" to determine the opponent, respectively in the sixteen peaks set up rings, and the "willingness" competition, also has nothing to do with force, only need to use the "spirit" to control the stone statue, the willpower duel can be quickly divided into high and low.

Crescent Mountain.

Song Yiren pushed open the bamboo door of the bamboo building, yawned a lot, he straightened his clothes, and came to Ning Yi's bamboo building, just put his finger on the door and was about to knock down, the bamboo door opened with a "bang"-

Song Yiren was a little surprised.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at Ning with a ruddy face, and coughed with a winkled eyebrow: "Will it be unfortunate that it will come next, what is the good thing?"

The girl's face was flushed, and she pinched Ning Yi's sleeve.

Ning Yi looked at this guy angrily and said, "It's not a good thing to see you." ”

The Song Yi people were a little sneering.

"Where's the cinnabar girl?" Ning Yi picked up the fine snow and tied it to his waist, in the three days he lived in Mingsha Mountain, he rested very well, cultivators are also human beings, they also need sleep, they have traveled for a long time, their spirits are tense, and resting here is quiet and peaceful...... The tight string was finally loosened.

She got up early and set up the puja. ”

Song Yiren rubbed his eyes, "The sixteen peaks are all guarded by cultivators in the back realm, and the surroundings of Mingsha Mountain all need to be strictly controlled...... The competition lasts for several days until the winner is decided. ”

While the two were talking, the sound of the door opening came from the bamboo building that had been quiet at the very end.

The lark was dressed in a clean linen monk's robe, and his spirit was also recuperated to a fairly full state.

The little monk slowly came to the front of the bamboo building and bowed, "I've seen Mr. Ning, Miss Pei...... Thank you Brother Jinglian for your hospitality. ”

In the Eastern Territories, these ascetics generally do not call them by their first names, but call each other by their Dharma names.

The Dharma name of the Song Yi people is "Pure Lotus...... The lark is no stranger to this Dharma name, Mr. Jinglian is a well-known "lucky person" in Buddhism, and it all depends on this gentleman to be able to live in a pure land like Crescent Mountain.

"How's the rest?"

Song Yiren smiled, "Ning Yi said that you will be a blockbuster at this festival, but I am looking forward to it." ”

The lark smiled embarrassedly, and he said softly, "The little monk does his best." ”

The carriage was already waiting.

The four of them sat in the carriage, and Song Yiren continued: "The ghost cultivators in the eastern realm can really lurk in Mingsha Mountain? If there are really ghost cultivators, can anger and resentment be hidden so deeply?"

In the past three days, the two bamboo buildings have been discussing how to "borrow fire" plans for the eastern border.

For Song Yiren, bathing in the Buddha puja was an important step for him to prove himself to Song Que and that he could not go wrong.

For Ning Yi, in the "borrowing fire" incident, finding out the true intention of the "shadow" is a more important thing than suppressing Liuli Mountain in the east.

"It's hard to say. According to what we have discussed before, in the sixteen directions, the small Zhou Tian array will be laid out, and then the puja will begin, and outsiders will not be allowed to enter, and it will no longer be broken by external forces. Ning Yi deduced with his fingers and said slowly: "Mr. Song Que really doesn't come to Mingsha Mountain?"

Song Yiren shook his head, "Now that Dongtu is entangled in trivial matters, if he can come, where can the Dongjing Interpreter dare to have evil thoughts?"

Ning Yi fell silent.

If Song Que could come here in person, he would not have sent his son here.

Sitting in the carriage, the lark was a little confused, he listened to the conversation between Ning Yi and Song Yiren, and seemed to realize some "crisis".

The little monk muttered, "Listen to what the two gentlemen mean...... Are you saying that there might be an accident at this festival?"

Pei Lingsu patted Ning Yi on the shoulder and signaled him not to do this in front of the lark, so as not to affect his state of mind.

She said softly, "Don't worry, everything is with us." There will be no surprises. ”

The lark pursed his lips and said with some uneasiness: "Mingsha Mountain's 'Falling Wild Goose Array' is famous all over the world, and Uncle Gu Xing holds the 'Falling Wild Goose Array' in his hand, does anyone dare to watch it?"

Falling geese......

When the small Lei Yin Temple was built, there was a living Bodhisattva who was proficient in the formation, set up this formation in this place, if it was to open the formation, then Mingsha Mountain was within a radius of several miles, within the large array, the birds and birds could not fly, and the coercion was given, such as King Kong descending.

Those who hold the formation will have the blessing of "worldly speed" within the formation.

In a single thought, you can reach almost any part of the formation.

Ning Yi and Song Yiren glanced at each other.

That's what the two are worried about...... After the duel of Zen law, the position of the Buddha is decided, and according to the rules, Master Gu Xing will hand over the formation of the "Falling Goose Array".

If the law is the victory.

Then the situation is not good.

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Sixteen dojos, for the competition, because the number of people is too much, so the use of "talismans", several formation mages of the small thunder sound temple, responsible for the deduction of the array of talismans, sixteen dojos, each participant holds a talisman, two talismans for a pair, holding the corresponding talisman for the opponent, willing to fight, only one chance, the loser will be eliminated.

Xiaoyu Mountain.

The lark's dojo is here.

The carriage that transported the "stone statue of Xiaoxun Temple" came to the dojo with the lark, the top of the Xiaoyu Mountain was extremely open, the dojo was separated, and thirty-two rings were divided.

There are more than 4,000 people in total.

Sixteen peaks are divided.

There are more than 30 rings for each peak, so that today's primary election only needs to have eight duels in each ring before it can be concluded...... It seems to be "easy", but in fact, a lot of differentiation work still consumes a lot of manpower in Xiaoleiyin Temple.

The ascetic who carried the stone statue of Wishing Power came to Xiaoyu Mountain early.

This bathing Buddha puja is carried out against the background of this "Zen law controversy", and if it can "stand out", it will inevitably get the attention of Lingshan...... It is precisely because of this that a large number of "masters" have been attracted.

On the high platform of Xiaoyu Mountain, it overlooks the 32 ring dojos.

As the "Pure Lotus" of the Song Yi people, it is really easy to get such a seat in this small Leiyin Temple...... In fact, the four of them were already separated when they stepped into the circle of Xiaoyu Mountain.

It was the lark who took the initiative.

Because of the special status of "Jinglian", if you enter the venue with it, it will attract a lot of attention...... The lark didn't like this feeling, he really wanted to "make a splash" here, but it was not because of "Ning Yi", because of "Pure Lotus".

If you can bathe in the Dharma and be seen...... Then there is only one reason.

His Divine Soul Technique is strong enough.

"The showdown of the bathing Buddha puja...... It is related to the power of the stone statue itself, and it is also related to the 'spirit' of the practitioner. Song Yiren crossed Erlang's legs and said lightly: "The strength of the lark's divine soul is completely disproportionate to its age, unless Lingshan is blind, he will never bury this kind of genius." ”

In the dojo, one duel after another is going on.

Most of the ascetics who come to Mingsha Mountain have the same purpose...... Prove yourself.

Then it was discovered by Lingshan.

But there is a very harsh reality here.

Lingshan wouldn't have seen them at all.

And not just because they aren't dazzling enough.

And even more because ...... There is no big man in Lingshan who will pay attention to these people.

More than 4,000 people.

Even if it can really attract attention, it is the last few rounds, and there are only a dozen or so people.

And before Dabi began, most of the ascetics who had sweet dreams and fanaticism ...... It will stop in the first round.

The lark held the "talisman" in his hand, his breathing was a little short, the young man who went out for the first time, standing alone in the venue, beside him were all kinds of monks, or with hideous faces, or silent, the fish and dragons in the eastern territory were mixed, and worshipping the spiritual mountain was an unattainable ambition for many people...... In essence, these loose practices have been detached from "compassion", surviving in the remote wilderness, in order to survive, they will also kill people, and this murderous aura cannot be concealed.

The next one is the lark.

His gaze was fixed on a thin monk in the distance, with three other accomplices...... One of them happened to be in the ring.

These four people, above the crowded venue, appear quite "conspicuous", and the surroundings are all clean, and no one dares to approach them...... Because of the strong, unconcealed "evil aura" on the body.

Standing on the stage is a fat head with a white face and a kind look, just looking at his face, he is not the same type as the three companions in the audience at all, but he is like a living Bodhisattva from authentic Buddhism.

However...... This is not the case.

In front of him, there was a middle-aged monk standing, and after the two took the stage to salute, they looked at each other and there was no movement.

It seems to be as peaceful as a mountain, but in fact, it has long been caught in the struggle between "wish power" and "divine soul...... The fat head kept smiling, and after dozens of breaths, the middle-aged monk's robe began to tremble violently, and his eyebrows suddenly cracked a blood-colored line, and the whole person was like a sculpture, which cracked when it dried up to the extreme, and "click" bloomed like a spider's web.

Fat Tou Tuo was still smiling, and his eyes had already returned to "clarity".

After the spirit was crushed, he pulled out.

He has won this duel...... It's just that he didn't let go, but continued to manipulate his divine thoughts and completely "crushed" this man who was far inferior to himself!

"Bang".

The middle-aged monk spurted out a mouthful of blood, the eyes of the whole person were completely scattered, the stone statue placed on the ring suddenly cracked, and the whole person was like a stone statue, his soul was broken, and the injury was difficult to heal.

The fat head was a little regretful, looked at the formation mage who was responsible for deciding the victory, and after getting an affirmative nod, he waved his hand, giving up the idea of continuing to strangle with his divine soul-

At the same time, a young man in Tsing Yi rushed to the ring and came to the middle-aged monk's side, he cried out with a "wow" and shouted Master several times, but there was no response.

The soul is broken, and this is the most serious injury.

Even if it's "Ning Yi", he can't find a good way...... What's more, this middle-aged monk who has no way out.

Seeing this scene, Fat Tou nodded with a smile and jumped off the ring lightly.

There was an uproar, but no one dared to say anything...... It's just a little farther away from these four people.

"This kind of person, Lingshan also wants it......" Ning Yi looked at this scene calmly, he laughed at himself: "Aren't you afraid of dirty reputation?"

"Brother Ning laughed, what is Lingshan's good reputation?"

Song Yiren couldn't help laughing, and said lightly: "Whether this kind of person is put in Zhongzhou or Dongtu...... will be very popular, do bad things for the master, infamous wild dogs, just eat with mouths, so cheap, who wouldn't want it?"

Ning Yi fell silent.

These four monks, with a ruthless aura on them, obviously came from a remote place in the eastern land.

They are not like everyone else.

From the very beginning of the bathing puja, he showed his great strength...... This way is indeed easier to get attention.

In the ring, the snotty young man didn't dare to shake his master, and watched the two monks of Xiaoleiyin Temple carry the master to the rune stretcher, and after listening to a certain sentence, the whole person was like a lightning strike, frozen in place.

Most of them learned the master's conclusion that "he will not live long".

He was stunned until the enforcers dragged him away, and his whole expression was still numb.

The formation mage was a little helpless, this had happened in the past...... In the remote part of the eastern soil, the spiritual mountain is not covered, and it is often eroded by ghost cultivators, and the ascetics there are accustomed to seeing life and death, and they are extremely angry, and they are called "Shura".

Those four guys...... Apparently he came out of the Shura field.

For this kind of opponent with a "murderous aura", if you feel invincible, you should admit defeat as soon as possible and insist on a duel, and you must expect the worst.

The array mage sighed.

He looked at the table, his voice a little hoarse.

"Next...... The lark of the small Xun Temple, against the scattered cultivation of the void. ”