"Why is it the temple dancing with swords and swords, not the temples dancing with swords?" Qingya Daoist asked puzzled.

"Huh?" Mu Qiuhuang really didn't expect Qingya Dao people to ask such a thing, because this is purely a matter of having nothing to say.

In fact, this really can't blame the Qingya Dao people for not having anything to say, but because the Qingya Dao people have very little contact with people, except for getting along more with Zhang Fuling and Qingmu Dao people on Wudang Mountain, the only contact is the little donkey named "Hey...... So until now, the people of Qingya Dao still retain a pure heart.

Mu Qiuhuang stared at Qingya Daoist carefully for a while, and after making sure that he was really looking for an answer instead of having nothing to say, he smiled and said, "Then I will dance the sword in the temple in the future and play the sword in the rivers and lakes, right?" ”

Qingya Daoist thought about it carefully and said seriously: "Why don't you dance and play sword in the temple and the rivers and lakes at the same time?" ”

Mu Qiuhuang was completely speechless at this time, rolled his eyes at Qingya Daoren, and said, "I'll go and carry the stone first, and I'll talk about the sword and sword later." ”

Just when Mu Qiuhuang had just put the stone on his back and was about to go down the mountain, he suddenly saw a person on the ridge path coming to this flying cliff, Mu Qiuhuang stopped and watched, and after seeing the appearance of the comer, he rushed up with joy and shouted: "Little monk, am I here?" ”

……

Unintentionally seeing Mu Qiuhuang was also very happy, and he started his body method, and came to the Flying Ascension Cliff in a moment.

"Amitabha, good donor."

"What a fart, I'm not good at all, look at what my son let me beat, it didn't take long for the injury on my body to heal, and my shoulders were covered with blood marks on my back......" Mu Qiuhuang chattered.

After looking at Mu Qiuhuang for a while, he said to him: "Congratulations to the donor, congratulations to the donor, I look at the donor's complexion is much stronger than before January, and even the breath when he called the little monk just now is a lot stronger......"

"Gotcha! Get! Don't pat yourself on the back" Mu Qiuhuang interrupted his unintentional words and joked to him: "I don't see you in January, your sycophant kung fu has improved a lot." ”

Wuxin already knew Mu Qiuhuang's habits, so he smiled slightly but didn't say anything.

Instead, Mu Qiuhuang took Wuxin's hand and walked to a place, and asked quietly: "I heard that you singled out the seventy-two peaks and beat up all those old Taoist priests?" ”

"Amitabha, don't talk nonsense, the little monk is instructed by Zhang Xianren to learn from all the Taoist friends, and the little monk is lucky to win, if the Taoist friends do not leave their hands behind, only the little monk is afraid of defeat." Wuxin said sincerely.

"So it's true?" Mu Qiuhuang patted Wuxin's shoulder, and said proudly: "Not bad, not bad, win but not arrogant, don't say it, and be humble, you have to say that it is the other party, you are much better than this son, you are worthy of being the scholar of this son, I really give this son a long face......"

Mu Qiuhuang boasted Wuxin proudly, and Wuxin blushed with embarrassment.

"You are the Buddha who defeated the Seventy-Two Peak Daoists?" Qingya Daoren asked calmly.

"Amitabha, the little monk has unintentionally seen Brother Dao." Heartlessly, fold his hands and salute.

Qingya Daoist shook his way and saluted Wuxin in return: "Immeasurable Tianzun, Xiaodao Qingya has seen Brother Dao. ”

Seeing the two saluting each other, Mu Qiuhuang could still understand, but he was a little surprised by the names of the two.

In fact, this is normal, although the Qingya Daoist is extremely high, but the identity of Wuxin is not low, as a contemporary Buddha, he is qualified to have a relationship with anyone, even Zhang Fuling is no exception.

After saying hello to Qingya Daoren, they didn't know how to talk to each other, and the two of them looked at Mu Qiuhuang together.

Mu Qiuhuang naturally knew that their personalities were not good at words, and they looked at themselves in order to open up the conversation.

But Mu Qiuhuang also wanted to see who would speak first when the two of them were together? Therefore, Mu Qiuhuang also looked at them, but did not speak.

The little donkey glanced at them, and said to himself, three idiots, I wanted to see a lively scene, but I didn't want to eat too much fruit just now, and one couldn't help but let out a fart.

The three of them all turned to look at the little donkey, who seemed to feel a little embarrassed and turned his head away from the three of them.

"Donkey breeder, you donkey fart in front of the public, it's really unhygienic! Why don't you kill it and make donkey meat and burn it? Mu Qiuhuang stared at the little donkey and frightened.

The little donkey seemed to understand Mu Qiuhuang's words, and turned his head to look at everyone with an aggrieved face.

Wuxin naturally knew Mu Qiuhuang's temper, so he just smiled slightly and did not speak, but Qingya Daoist said seriously: "His Royal Highness the Prince of the World is rude, it is normal to eat grains and discharge turbidity, and it is inevitable for everyone, not to mention a donkey, if the donkey is going to be killed because of fart, then how unjustly does the donkey die in the world?" ”

Mu Qiuhuang turned around and smiled slightly, knowing the temper of Qingya Daoren, so he didn't argue with him, and asked Wuxin: "By the way, little monk, why did you come to the Flying Ascension Cliff?" ”

Unintentionally hearing this, he looked at Qingya Daoren with an embarrassed face.

When Mu Qiuhuang saw Wuxin's appearance, he had already guessed in his heart, but he pretended to be surprised on his face: "Oh my God! You're not going to challenge 'donkey breeding', are you? Then you have to be careful, this donkey breeder is in the dark, look at the ...... who beat me before."

Wuxin nodded lightly, and said with a sad face at Qingya Daoren: "The little monk knows that he is not the opponent of Dao Brother, so he promised Zhang Xianren ......"

Qingya Daoren said to Wuxin with a calm face: "It's okay, even if the master asks you, you do it yourself, but Xiaodao has never fought with anyone, if you can't take it later, I hope Brother Dao will forgive me." ”

"Little monk, thank you Brother Dao for reminding me."

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Mu Qiuhuang instantly became interested, and took the little donkey aside in the past, making a lot of open space for the two of them.

Seeing the two of them looking at him suspiciously, Mu Qiuhuang felt a little incredible, and said, "Aren't you two going to fight?" What are you watching me do? Isn't there a place for the two of you...... Let's fight, let's fight, let Ben Gongzi see if you two are more powerful monks? Or is the Taoist priest a step ahead? It's all a good fight, and it's a wonderful fight, and my son will be rewarded. ”

Wuxin looked at Mu Qiuhuang helplessly and said, "Donor, who said that the two of us want to fight?" ”

Mu Qiuhuang looked at Qingya Daoist with a bewildered expression when he heard this, and said in his heart: "Didn't you tell me before that the little monk singled out the seventy-two peaks, but fortunately, no one was injured at the point?" ”

Qingya Daoist didn't notice Mu Qiuhuang's gaze, but was interested in Mu Qiuhuang's words, looked at Wuxin and eagerly said: "I think what His Royal Highness the Prince said is reasonable, Brother Dao can single out the seventy-two peaks to win, it can be seen that Brother Dao's understanding of the Dao is far better than others, if it is about the Dao, I am afraid that the Dao will be difficult to defeat Brother Dao...... Why don't you and I change the Taoist debate of the past today and have a martial arts fight? ”

Mu Qiuhuang had already understood everything when he heard this, and couldn't help but slander him in his heart: "Nima! It turns out that the so-called heads-up seventy-two peaks are all Wendou? Then you are still not allowed to rely on cultivation to oppress the monks......"

In the end, Mu Qiuhuang came to a conclusion, that is, the Taoist is really a god.

"Amitabha, since the Taoist friend has this request, the little monk should obey the order."

Seeing that the two of them were really going to fight this time, Mu Qiuhuang hurriedly put away the slander in his heart and concentrated on it.

Seeing that he had no intention of agreeing, Qingya Daoist said: "I am now in the upper realm of the ninth grade, dare to ask what realm is Brother Dao?" ”

Wuxin replied honestly when he heard this: "Brother Huidao's words, the little monk is the eighth grade of the upper realm and the ninth grade is full."

Qingya Daoist nodded and said, "Okay, even so, Brother Dao, please rest assured, I should suppress my cultivation below the ninth rank and fight a fair battle with Brother Dao." ”

"Thank you, Brother Dao." Unintentionally thanked.

……

"Brother Dao, be careful, this is my Buddhism's supreme palm of great compassion ......and freedom," Wuxin said to him, and he attacked the Qingya Daoist with both hands.

"Okay, you attack with great compassion, and I will block it with the 'Sleepy Dragon Finger'......" Qingya Daoren said with a relaxed expression.

"What? When you work with others, do you first introduce the origin of the exercises you are making? Mu Qiuhuang said in disbelief.

What does he know? This kind of test of Wuxin and Qingya Dao people is indeed different from the general test of the rivers and lakes, this is the standard martial arts scene in the Buddhist and Taoist fighting methods.

The rules of martial arts fighting in Buddhism and Taoism are that the two people in the field have to be like a literary debate, before each move, each of them will say the name of the move they are going to use, and use the corresponding move, if the move is inconsistent with the move of the Tao, it will be judged as a loss......

Neither of them cared about explaining to Mu Qiuhuang at this time, only to see that Wuxin's two hands at this time were like two pu fans, and the ups and downs were accompanied by their own wind, and between the dancing hands, the true source had all overflowed and wrapped on the hands, and in an instant, Wuxin's hands were already glowing with golden light.

Compared to the heartless golden palm, the hands of the Qingya Daoist were glowing with cyan light, and the Qingya Daoist contracted his fingers, exposing his index finger and middle finger side by side.

With a "bang", the golden palm and the cyan finger touched.

"Great compassion is at ease in the third form, free and easy."

"The sleepy dragon refers to the second, the hidden dragon."

"Twenty-sixth style, a thousand hands are coming."

"The trapped dragon refers to the eleventh type, and refers to the imprisoned dragon."

……

Wuxin and Qingya continue to report their own moves, and use their own reported moves to fight with the other party, and you come and go for a while, it's not exciting.

"The thirty-sixth form of the Great Compassion Palm, lawless."

"The sleepy dragon refers to the last pose, dancing with the dragon."

Just when the two of them each said this last move, they saw that the golden palms in the air were connected in an instant, and they had no intention of emitting a red light at this time, vaguely looking like an Arhat with angry eyes...... And the Qingya Dao people are also full of green light, and the true yuan between their fingers is condensed into a dragon shape, churning, accompanied by bursts of dragon groans.

"Smack" The two hands touched again together.

But this time, it didn't spread out as Mu Qiuhuang imagined, but when the palm and finger touched, the light and illusion on the two of them disappeared without a trace in an instant......

"Who won?" Mu Qiuhuang couldn't wait to ask.

Qingya Daoist looked at Mu Qiuhuang and frowned, "Xiaodao didn't win. ”

"I didn't expect that! Little monk, can you even beat a donkey? Mu Qiuhuang looked at Wuxin and congratulated.

Wuxin looked at Mu Qiuhuang and shook his head and said, "The donor is wrong, the little monk didn't win." ”

Seeing that the two of them were humble, Mu Qiuhuang couldn't help but feel a little bored, and said to the two: "Since neither of you won, it can be regarded as a tie." ”

The two of them were silent, which can be regarded as approving Mu Qiuhuang's conclusion.

Mu Qiuhuang looked at the two people in the field, and vaguely seemed to understand the true meaning of Zhang Fuling's arrangement.

One is the Buddha of Buddhism, and the meaning of his identity is needless to say, and the other is the prosperity of the Taoist Gate, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the Tao.

And the first meeting between the two ended in a draw, which was quite perfect.