"The list of the top eight for the Bathing Buddha Festival is out...... This means that the puja has come to an end. ”

The four of them descended from Crescent Mountain and headed all the way to the east of Mingsha Mountain.

"The five people who Lingshan fancied had already received the above meaning, and they were originally going to enter the mountain, so after confirming that they could worship Lingshan, they all announced their abstention. Song Yiren chuckled and said, "So tomorrow's festival, they will announce their renunciation one after another, and then Ritsuko and Zenzi will face off directly." ”

"This is what Lingshan means, and this is what I mean. ”

Song Yiren said calmly: "The ghost cultivators thought they still had time to plan, but they didn't know that tomorrow would be the last day of the festival. ”

As you can imagine.

If the eastern Liulishan wants to seek fire in the puja, then it must have made a thorough plan.

And the advance of the Zen law dispute will directly disrupt their steps.

Ning Yi frowned and said, "If they all abstain, then the lark ......."

Song Yiren said calmly: "Do you think the lark can compete with the two of Zen Law?"

Ning Yi shook his head directly, "It's impossible, even if it's just a battle between gods and souls, there is no chance of winning." ”

"His practice time is too short. ”

"He is 'dazzling' enough, and after the puja, the results of the Zen law battle are settled, and his identity can be revealed. Song Yiren said slowly: "A few other people made way for this young man, and the lark was the most eye-catching person in this bathing Buddha puja, except for the 'Zen Law'. ”

For this arrangement, Ning Yi didn't feel inappropriate.

"The first thing is to keep him safe. Ning Yi muttered to himself.

"That's nature. Cinnabar echoed: "The lark is a treasure now, the Void Cloud Master Ancestor is in retreat, the Master of Dust Suppression has passed away, and the 'soul collection' in his mind is almost unique, which is very important to Lingshan." ”

As they spoke, several people walked up a new mountain path.

All the way to the top.

"What is this?"

Grass clippings whisked and swept across the cheeks.

Ning Yi felt a faint vibration, the "Great Dao River" in the sea of skulls was slowly rotating, the stars were flowing, and he actually felt a rhyme.

"There is an orthodox Enlightenment Mountain in Lingshan, which is considered a 'fake'. Song Yiren carried his hands behind his back, walked in the forefront, the leaves in front of him blew in, and were swept away by the invisible energy, after reaching the top, it was a broad field of vision, many peaks of Mingsha Mountain, night fog, all in sight.

"Enlightenment Mountain......" Ning Yi muttered to himself, and said with a smile: "The great road qi rhyme, hidden in it, practicing here, should be able to gather luck, the means of Buddhism are indeed mysterious, and they are completely different from those in Zhongzhou." ”

"The point is not this mountain of enlightenment. ”

Song Yiren directly skipped this topic, he stood on the top of the mountain, stretched out a hand, and a cloud of flocculent wind lingered in his palm, and the milky white air flow became more and more condensed as his five fingers converged.

Pei Lingsu's face became solemn.

"Formation. ”

She felt the scent of the mountains that lurked in the mountains.

"It's the formation. Song Yiren turned around, looked at her with admiration, and said seriously: "Miss Pei's formation attainments are comparable to those in the world, I'm afraid there are only a handful...... Inside this Little Enlightenment Mountain is a formation that is extremely important to the Little Lei Yin Temple. ”

Pei Lingsu spoke again.

"Falling geese. ”

Song Yiren smiled: "It's the Falling Goose Formation...... This is also the final hole card. ”

"The formation connects the hundred peaks of Mingsha Mountain, which can reach dozens of zhang deep underground, a huge vein spider web, once excited, then Mingsha and geese fall, even butterflies can't fly out, the monks of Lingshan guard the outside world, and the inside is. He raised one hand, palm facing the sky, and said, "The eye of this array is in the hands of Master Guxing, the abbot of Xiaoleiyin Temple...... The three disciples of the ancestor, Uncle Gu Xing is the oldest, and now he is about to reach the limit, although he has the protection of the Buddha, but his divine consciousness is no longer clear, and the formation of the falling goose formation has not been activated for more than ten years, I am always worried that there will be some accidents. ”

He looked at Pei Lingsu, used a salutation, and said seriously: "I know this formation very well, and I want to ask you for a favor." ”

......

......

The lark wakes up to find that there is no one in the two bamboo buildings around it.

"Last night, they were all gone?"

Today's Dabi is quite important, he has entered the top eight, and every next battle is quite difficult, not to be underestimated, I slept well last night, and used the means left by the master to appease the soul, and after waking up, I found that halfway up the Crescent Mountain, it seemed that I was the only one left.

Tidy up the grooming.

The lark went out with his robe, boarded the carriage, and asked the guards guarding here, only to know that after Ning Yi and the four left last night, they did not come back.

He had some vague guesses in his heart, probably pointing to the word "borrowing fire".

He was an outsider, but he was not ignorant.

The eastern border wants to "borrow fire", this matter has been turbulent, and only a few people know about the entire Xiaoleiyin Temple.

The cleanup in the past few days has been very unsuccessful, and the ghost cultivator has not been caught at all, and it cannot confirm the conjecture that someone in Mingsha Mountain is colluding with the ghost cultivator, and the only way to take it is to wait and see what happens, wait for the ghost cultivator to make a move, and give countermeasures.

The carriage took the lark to the final dojo, the mountain of enlightenment.

The carriage came to a stop.

He brushed his robe and lifted the curtain of the carriage, but he was unexpectedly stunned, and outside the curtain was a crowd of people, surrounding him, and the warm high-pitched voice came into the world in his ears.

"Mr. Skylark. ”

"Dalin Temple wants you to preach, I don't know when you are free?"

"Lord Skylark, after the puja is over, do you have time to come to Jingbo Lake for a while?"

The lark had a headache, but after thinking about it, he understood that the eight strongest people of the festival had appeared, except for Zen and Ritsuko, who were the youngest and had the most unfamiliar faces, and the others were all practitioners who had been famous in the East before, and most of the people in this festival were rushing to worship the spiritual mountain as the goal...... Those few are no exception.

He got out of the carriage and thanked them one by one, but later found that there were too many people to parry, but fortunately, at this time, the previous formation mage who was in charge of the Xiaoyu Mountain Dojo came to the lark, and stopped these enthusiastic cultivators for him slightly, and said loudly: "Thank you for your kindness, and please send the invitation to the Crescent Mountain, Mr. Lark will respond after the puja is over." ”

The lark was surprised, "It's you?"

The formation mage smiled: "Sir can call me to 'taste the surplus', Senior Brother Jinglian has instructed that in order to protect your safety, there may be some dangerous people mixed in the puja, so crowded, I am afraid of accidents...... I'll send you to the dojo. ”

The lark nodded, but there was no ominous omen in his heart.

When cultivating the soul and the realm is profound, you can divinate good fortune and evil.

Entering the dojo, there are many fewer people, the top of the mountain of enlightenment, because the monks and soldiers of the Lingshan Mountain are heavily guarded, those "enthusiastic" practitioners are stopped outside, inside the dojo, there are four high-built stone rings, used for meditation and practice, in the annual festival, used as the final duel, array.

It stands to reason that there will be three more days before the festival ends, and since then it has been a duel on the Enlightenment Mountain.

One by one, the heavenly beads are suspended outside the dojo of Wudao Mountain, reflecting four clear stone platform pictures.

The lark had arrived at the right time, Zenko and Ritsuko hadn't arrived yet, but the others had already arrived, and he looked up and noticed a different gaze...... At the top of the four dojo rings, there was an old man in a white shirt, sitting on a wooden wheelchair, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was taking a nap, and his head was slightly lowered.

"He is the abbot of Xiaoleiyin Temple. ”

The formation mage tasted Yu bowed upward, "The master of the 'Falling Goose Array' sits in Mingsha Mountain." ”

The lark was in a trance.

He looked at the old man, who was old, as if he was asleep and would not wake up again.

...... With the same name as his master, he is one of the three disciples of Xuyun.

He took a deep breath, stepped into the ring, and looked at his opponent, it was a young man who was not much older than himself, the lark had met him from afar, this person had a chilling murderous aura, and he was also fighting from the Shura field in the south, but now he was full of restrained energy.

In the ring of the dojo, except for Zen Zen and Ritsuko, everyone else took the stage and bowed to each other.

The lark also bowed to his opponent.

Waiting for the opening talisman...... The entire summit of Mount Enlightenment fell silent until the wind swept the flying leaves, like a tornado, into the dojo.

The crowds on both the north and south sides gave way to the road, and at the entrance of the dojo on the north side, dozens of young monks crowded around the crowd.

At the top of the dojo, a young man with a hat stood behind Gu Xing, his hands pressed on the back of his wheelchair, his expression was complicated, and the scene he saw in the dense forest fog and fire seemed to reappear again.

The monk's robe is undulating and flying.

Those young people came from Zen Buddhism...... Full flood.

Shenxiu folded his hands, his expression was compassionate, he walked all the way, the ascetic gave way to bow, and there were thunderous cheers outside the hall.

And in that direction where countless fallen leaves swept in, there was only one lonely figure.

Ritsuko Daoxuan.

There was not a single comrade beside him, not even a send-off, and no onlookers.

Because he went out to kill all year round, the killing intent on Daoxuan's body was quite cold, and his body was covered with steep spring cold, but whenever he got close, he could even feel substantial killing intent.

Shenxiu walked into the dojo, came to his opponent, and bowed, as in every previous competition, gentle and easy-going.

The opponent returned the salute.

Dao Xuan stood at the door of the dojo, the fallen leaves flew over his shoulders, the light broke through the darkness, he calmly walked in one direction, crossed his ring, and continued to move forward.

The lark watched all this in amazement.

At the same time, the young Southern Realm Shura in front of him raised his right hand, and the talisman in his palm shattered with the action of raising his hand, and the light overflowed.

A clear voice sounded in the dojo.

"I threw in the towel and gave up the showdown. ”

It's not just one person...... In this dojo, the five people except for the lark seemed to have a spirit in their hearts, and they all made the same move at this moment.

The boy watched this scene in amazement.

"I abstain. ”

"Guhong Temple abstained. ”

"Waiver ......"

There was a commotion outside, but then there was relief, this duel had indeed come to this point, and no one cared about the ending except for the two of them...... Their abstention hastened the process.

The five token talismans were shattered, turned into a flying brilliance, and swept towards the old man in a wheelchair above the dojo, the old man in charge of the falling goose array, did not even raise his eyelids, as if he had expected all this for a long time, he stretched out his palm, withdrew the spirituality of these talismans, slightly opened a line of eyes, and followed the direction of the deflection of the head.

Look in the quietest direction of the dojo.

The opponent of Zen Zenko, after abstaining, silently left the ring and gave up an empty seat.

Ritsuko walked up naturally.

He stood in front of Shenxiu and asked, "How many years have we not seen each other since we left Lingshan?"

Shenxiu smiled and saluted, "Seven years." ”

Dao Xuan did not return the salute.

He said expressionlessly: "It's seven years, four months and twenty-one days." ”