The crowd outside the arena nodded involuntarily to the rhythm, their heads swinging up and down with the movement of the gavel, and with each blow, everyone's necks fell. Thousands of people are lined up, and the view is extremely spectacular.

"Your Majesty! If Yu Ling continues like this, she will be counterattacked by Qian Qingyin, and going crazy will hurt her sanity. Please help her! Concubine Yu looked anxious, and she didn't know when she had an extra green flute in her hand.

Emperor Hongwu looked at the stage with a solemn expression, as if thoughtful, and finally nodded slightly.

Concubine Yu acquiesced, took out her green flute from her waist, and another flute rose up. She was originally the elite of the previous generation of the Wuzhu Yu clan, and was later accepted into the palace by Zhu Yuanzhang to be selected as a concubine.

The flute of Yu Guifei is like a swimming phoenix falling from the sky, passing between the mallet and the wooden fish. The sound of the wooden fish "thump, thump" paused, and the interval between each blow became slower. The two flutes are round in the air, like a chick and a phoenix meeting each other, extremely close.

The two flutes merge together to wrestle with the monotonous sound of the wooden fish.

At the same time, the Buddha began to chant the Buddha in a low voice. The sound of chanting the Buddha was not loud, but it was like thunder in the ears of the little eunuch behind Da Sikong, which shook the little eunuch's eardrums and made his consciousness trance, as if he was in that illusory boat and experienced thunder punishment.

Da Sikong didn't look back, but said lightly: "You are only two feet away from the Buddha Monk, why do you think you can leave alive?" ”

The little eunuch had a splitting headache and was speechless.

"It's so easy for us to kill you, you tell me the Great Sect Master, the Dark Night Pavilion is nothing big, if you want to play some shady methods, it's best to weigh yourself a few catties and taels."

Da Sikong paused, his eyes narrowed slightly: "I will present this letter to the emperor, but you remember to me that this is something I did voluntarily, not under the threat of the Night Pavilion." If the Night Pavilion dares to threaten me with this matter again, don't blame me for being polite! ”

The little eunuch's eyes were white, and there was a loud rumble in his head, I don't know if he couldn't withstand the timbre illusion created by Yu Ling and Tianxi, or he couldn't withstand the pressure of the Buddha being whispered by the Buddhist monks.

"If you want to go to war, just let the horses come. Let you great sect master think about the consequences of provoking me and the Lingyin Temple. ”

Da Sikong was furious, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and finally said coldly: "Get out." ”

The monk temporarily stopped chanting the Buddha, and the little eunuch immediately abandoned the umbrella and quietly disappeared into the crowd.

Da Sikong turned his head slightly and looked at the monk of the Buddha. The latter watched intently the fight between Tianxu and Yu Ling in the ring, as if he didn't know anything about Da Sikong's side.

In the sound of the flute, a sky-high torrent erupted, the angry waves broke through the rocks and rushed open the river, and the flat boat fell under the Baizhang Waterfall with the angry waves. That Ye Bianzhou suddenly took on the pressure of Wan Jun, and was about to press him under the pool.

Tian Xi frowned tightly, his teeth clenched, the muscles on his arms were tense, the green tendons were bursting, and he tried his best with every blow of the wooden fish.

"Bodhisattva, according to Prajnaparamita, the mind is unhindered. There is no obstacle, there is no terror, far from the upside-down dream, the ...... nirvana"

The gavel was hammered down with difficulty, but he still tried to hold on. The entire ring cracked with Tianxu as the center, and the cracks spread and stretched in all directions.

At the sound of the flute, the boat floated up from under the deep pool, and quickly escaped from Wanjun Waterfall with the majestic water. The flute pursued the victory, and the wooden fish resisted stubbornly. When the boat travels for a short time, it rushes into the sea with the mighty river.

The sea is vast, thousands of miles of waves, the tide in the distance is slowly pushing closer, gradually approaching and getting faster, and then the waves are turbulent, the white waves are even the mountains, and the flat boat is driving on the cusp of the tide, indifferent.

In the tide, the fish leaps and the whale floats, the wind howls on the sea, the gulls fly, and the various water monsters and sea monsters under the sea surface, and the demons make the tide. The sound of the wooden fish fell, as if adding a layer of golden bell jar to the boat, no matter how you make waves, it is difficult to help it.

Suddenly, the iceberg floated in, and the boat was blocked, but the sea was boiling under the boat. Tianxi felt the cold air in his upper body invade his bones, shivering, and the lower plate was like a hot stove, sweating. He hugged Yuan Shouyi and concentrated on chanting the Buddha, eager to get out of the sea of suffering.

Knock, knock, knock......

The sound of the wooden fish sped up a lot.

"Therefore, it is known that Prajnaparamita is a great mantra, a great mantra, a supreme mantra, and an unequal mantra. It can get rid of all suffering, and it is true. ”

Admiralty broke through the iceberg and got out of the sea of suffering. And the golden bell that guarded the boat was also broken and sank under the water.

At this time, Yu Ling's flute sound was like a gossamer, and she could no longer keep up with this stormy competition. She wanted to get out, but Yu Guifei was competitive and intended to fight with her, chasing the boat and heading away.

The boat sailed to a bay, the reef was craggy, and drifted into the depths of the island. The tide rose again, but instead of becoming a monstrous force, it pushed the boat into the depths of the bay. The sound of the flute sinks, the tide recedes, the water surface is as level as a mirror, and the bottom of the sea is turbulent, lurking in the silent place. The boat came to a sudden halt at the end of the day, and did not retreat or approach, waiting for the undercurrent tide to come closer.

The tide also stopped. In smooth water.

There was a slight mess in Yu Ling's flute sound, as if there was a little panic. Yu Guifei's flute sound was low, but the sound was loud. She was angry and dantian, and moved out all her internal strength to complete the battle!

Tianxu was no longer knocking on the wooden fish, his arm was getting bigger and bigger, almost smashing the wooden fish with a small mallet. The sound became more and more sonorous and powerful, like a landslide and a crack!

At this moment, Tianxu is no longer chanting in a low voice, almost a hysterical shout-

"That's why it says the Prajnaparamita mantra. That is to say, the mantra says: Reveal the truth, reveal the truth, Polo reveal the truth! Polo monk reveals the truth, Bodhisattva Bha! ”

The tsunami rises in the sky, obscuring the sky! The angry waves pour like the sea from the nine heavens, to devour the heavens and drown the earth! This little boat is about to be buried at the bottom of the sea along with this innocent island.

At the same time, the island shook violently and roared, the ground cracked, sand and gravel flew away, and the mountains began to roar!

The tsunami roared like a devastating one, and the island's mountains spewed angry lava!

Blood-red magma erupts and collides with the monstrous sea!

The tsunami doesn't stop, the volcano doesn't stop!

The sea and the mountains are turned upside down, and the water and fire are fighting endlessly!

The flute sound of Yu Ling is like a startled bird feather who is in a hurry and does not know where to go. The boat in the bay is gone.

The sea failed to swallow the island. The volcanoes are still ongoing, and the islands are falling apart, as if they are going to be buried at the bottom of the sea with the tsunami.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden sound of long laughter. This laughter is a little old, laughing so heartily, so happy! Laughter is like a hurricane from eternity, blowing away a tsunami and blowing out a volcano!

This side of the landslide and tsunami was blown away in the wind like a big dream.

Concubine Yu was so startled by the laughter that Qingdi fell to the ground. Yu Ling spurted out a mouthful of blood, lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The last blow of Tianxu smashed on the wooden fish, and the mallet broke in response, and the wooden fish was knocked to pieces. He sat on the bench with a nosebleed. The ring was covered with dense cracks, spreading in all directions from under the wooden fish of the sky.

Tianxi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, he laughed miserably, and fell to the ground. Nosebleeds covered the monk's robes, and most of the marble ring collapsed the moment he lay down.

Feather Ling fell under the ring.

All the audience were awakened by the sound of laughter, and looked at this unbelievable scene with blank expressions. Tens of thousands of spectators in the ring opened their eyes and breathed heavily, as if they had experienced a catastrophe.

Although the sound of the wooden fish had stopped, their necks still couldn't stop shaking back and forth.

Tens of thousands of people nodded their heads together, and the scene was quite spectacular.

The monk put away his laughter, turned to Yu Guifei lightly, and bowed and said, "Amitabha, the old man has trespassed." The apprentices are few and do not do more, and they also ask Yu Guifei to raise her noble hand. ”

Concubine Yu was in a cold sweat, and she hadn't recovered from the landslide and tsunami. King Ning, who was beside him, picked up the green flute on the ground and sent it to his mother, and Concubine Yu slowly regained her senses.

"It is worthy of being a disciple taught by the Buddha Monk, it is really terrifying." Yu Guifei sneered, didn't look at the monk of the Buddha, jumped up and ran to the ring. She picked up Yu Ling, and at some point there was an extra medicine bottle in her hand, and pried open Yu Ling's mouth and poured a few pills into it.

The bell rang again.

While!

"This showdown, the battle between Vermilion Bird and Xuanwu, Lingyin Temple Tianxi, win!"

When the dust settled, Gao An announced the winner of the final competition.

The emperor clapped his hands and said: "The afterlife is terrifying." Then the emperor stood up and led the ministers to leave the table.

Yan Cigui's eyes widened, shocked and unwilling to look at the collapsing ring, heartache unable to breathe.

He's gambling money!

He hit his forehead with a fan, he made a mistake, this little monk really ruined his good deeds. As Xu Xi and his best friend, Yan Cigui felt deep and sorry for him at the moment, not only did he lose the game, he was seriously injured, and this time he didn't even have to drink flower wine.

Yan Cigui looked at the rainbow in the sky, and sighed slightly - Xihe, the passing year is not good, should I go to worship the Buddha recently......

Zhong Ding's voice echoed in the square, and the heavy and solemn timbre against the early clear sky looked quite solemn. The dark clouds had cleared, the sun was shining through the clouds, and a rainbow hung over the sky.

Some people are destined to stand on the stage in the center of Kyushu. Some of the names on the Langya list of the Wuju Conference are about to change from obscurity to fame. From the edges, from the shadows, from the dust, from the corners, and finally to the top of the world.

These names are about to be branded with the times, and they will become a dazzling legend.

The crowd dispersed one after another, and they walked in the dazzling skylight, towards the Hongqiao skyline, and towards the radiant sky.

The wheel of fate began to rotate slowly, and the trajectories of the stars met and interfered in the invisible firmament. Glory and legend are quietly written, laughter and tears have embarked on the journey.