At this time, a group of monks came, they were dressed in neat and clean monk robes, and their expressions were solemn, and they were the leading faction in Buddhism - "Bodhi Temple".

Qin Xianglin stood aside, watching the monks of Bodhi Temple about seventy or eighty people walking over, and saw a small monk flash out of it. The little monk walked out but grabbed Qin Xianglin's hand, and shouted in his mouth: "Brother Qin......" The voice came out, almost choking.

Qin Xianglin was also shocked when he saw this person, and immediately hugged him, "My good brother, it's okay if you're okay!" Between speaking, Qin Xianglin's voice was also choked.

This little monk is still someone else, it is Da Ming.

Qin Xianglin and Daming saw each other, and everything was as if they were separated from each other.

"Brother Qin, I can't help you, I didn't take care of Uncle Zhou......" Da Ming said this, a tear had slipped down his cheek.

Qin Xianglin grabbed Da Ming's hand tightly, and he was also infected by Da Ming's emotions, and his nose was a little sour when he spoke.

"Brother, tell me how Master Zhou died!" Qin Xianglin's tone was almost choked.

Da Ming wiped the tears on his face, pulled Qin Xianglin to the side, and said, "Brother Qin, things were complicated that night, before Uncle Zhou died, I wasn't by his side!" ”

According to Da Ming, the time of Zhou Chenggang's death was also the night when Qin Xianglin lived in Giant Tree City. According to this time, Qin Xianglin immediately remembered that night, in the middle of the night, he suddenly heard someone calling Qin Xianglin in his sleep: "Brother Qin".

At that time, Qin Linxiang felt that the voice was very familiar, very similar to Zhou Chenggang's voice, but because he heard it in a coma, Qin Xianglin didn't hear it clearly, and then he met Princess Jinling and arranged for the woman in black to come in and clean up Qin Xianglin, which caused a conflict, and it was because it was a sound that he heard in a nightmare, so Qin Xianglin didn't pay much attention to it.

On the night of the incident, there was an abnormality on the street, Da Ming saw the Red Soul of the Blood Arhat and the Burning Soul Card and others walking on the street, with a strange expression, so he wanted to go out to check the situation, he wanted to call Zhou Chenggang, but seeing that the light in Zhou Chenggang's room had been extinguished, Da Ming thought that Zhou Changgang had fallen asleep, so he didn't bother, and went out alone to follow the Blood Arhat and others. Unexpectedly, he was noticed by Blood Arhat and others on the way.

So, Da Ming fought with Blood Arhat and others, but was seriously injured, and when he came back to the guest room with the injury to find Zhou Chenggang, what he saw was already Zhou Chenggang's corpse.

"Brother Qin, I have been thinking about this matter in my heart for a long time, and all the details have been in my mind more than once, and finally I guess that Uncle Zhou is afraid that he will pass away before I go out!" Da Ming said with a solemn face, "If it weren't for that, Uncle Zhou's cultivation would be far above me, I'm afraid that if the blood arhats appear on the street, Uncle Zhou would have noticed it!" ”

Qin Xianglin didn't speak, he was also thinking about the whole thing in his heart, as Da Ming said, how powerful the cultivation of the person who killed Uncle Zhou was to be able to kill with one blow without Uncle Zhou noticing.

"Alas......" Qin Xianglin let out a long sigh, first put aside the Zhou Chenggang incident, patted Da Ming's shoulder with his hand, and asked with concern: "Da Ming, the injury on your body is not in the way, right?" ”

"Healed!" Da Ming replied, and then asked Qin Xianglin: "Big brother, are you here to participate in the selection?" ”

"Not bad!" Qin Xianglin nodded and asked Daming, "Brother, have you participated?" ”

Da Ming nodded and said, "Entrusted by the teacher, I also participated, and the Bodhi Temple counted me, a total of 65 people participated!" Speaking of this, Da Ming looked around, lowered his voice, and whispered to Qin Xianglin: "Big brother, if you meet a young monk named Dakong, Daye, and Dade in the Bodhi Temple, you should be careful when you go, these three people have their own monks, although they are only in their twenties, their cultivation is still extremely profound!" ”

Qin Xianglin remembered them one by one in his heart. There are Qi Beiliao, Lin Feiyu, and Su Qingyan in the first place; There are great emptiness, great causes, and great virtues in the Bodhi Temple, and these six people are basically the top masters of the young generation of Buddhism, among which there are also two or three masters in the rest of the branches of Buddhism, and there are at least ten young masters in front of Qin Xianglin.

According to this calculation, Qin Xianglin's chances of entering the top 30 are not small. But what Qin Xianglin thought about in his heart was the name of the first, if he couldn't become the first, Qin Xianglin didn't want to stay and continue to walk in the underworld.

Bodhi Temple is to lead the monks to come and greet the people who are together, since ancient times Buddhism and Taoism is a family. But this is also tightly existing, literally, the Buddha and the Tao are in contention, and they have never been cut off for thousands of years. This is reflected in the underworld.

Among the people who serve in the underworld, it is roughly Buddhists who account for forty percent, Taoists who account for forty percent, and the other two percent are people who belong to non-Buddha and non-Taoists, and the power of Buddhism and Taoism is basically equal in the underworld, and in the only ten gold medals in the world, it is Taoism that prevails, and among the ten gold medal walks, Taoists account for four, and Buddhism and the rest of the people each account for three. Now, the sudden death of Zhou Chenggang will inevitably cause a redivision of the forces between Buddhism and Taoism in the gold medal walk.

Gold medal walking, also known as the Underworld God Seal in the world, is a very important position. Its status is far above the city god, only a little lower than that of Lord Yinsi. This is closely from the perspective of the height of the position, but the actual situation is that the gold medal walks, almost on an equal footing with Lord Yinsi, or even higher than Lord Yinsi.

The reason is that the gold medal walk is the first person under the Yin and Yang Governor, who is responsible for patrolling the Yin and Yang worlds on behalf of the Yin and Yang Governor, which means that the relationship between the gold medal walk and the Yin and Yang Governor is better than the relationship between the Yin Si Lord and the Yin and Yang Governor.

This is a very delicate relationship between serving in the underworld.

Therefore, to a certain extent, the comprehensive strength of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism is reflected in the number of yin and yang walking, which also determines the advantages and disadvantages of the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism in the competition for power.

Leading the disciples down the mountain this time were Zhang Huanian, the deputy head, Yan Qingsong, the head of the Seven Elders, Wang Yuehai, the Third Elder, and Zhang Wenru, the Seventh Elder.

There is a deputy head, and the seven elders have reached three, which shows how much attention Zhengyi attaches to this selection.

And the Bodhi Temple is not inferior to the same, the Bodhi Temple came to the four great monks, respectively, the main hall elder without sorrow, the Bodhidharma elder without roots, the court elder without space and the Tibetan scripture pavilion elder fearless.

"Mida Buddha, Senior Brother Zhang, senior brothers, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come to harm!" The elders of the main hall had no sorrow, said a Buddha name, folded their hands, and said loudly.

"Senior Brother Wubei, senior brothers, don't come unharmed!" Zhang Huanian and others immediately returned the gift.

The competition between Buddhism and Taoism will never be found on the open side, and it is basically a secret competition.

"I wonder how many disciples of Senior Brother Zhang participated in the selection meeting this time?" The rootless elder of the Dharma Academy asked.

"That's about a hundred and ten!" Mr. Zhang did not answer the exact number.

"I don't know, how many people have been sent by Elder Wugen's sect to participate?" Great Elder Yan Qingsong asked loudly.

"That's about a hundred and ten people!" No root answer.

"Haha...... I've heard that there are more than 500 participants! Wang Yuehai said with a laugh.

"But I'm just afraid, this next Underworld God Seal will still be in the middle of the Zhengyi!" No root answer.

"Elder Wugen, you're serious, I guess it's probably in the Bodhi Temple!" Zhang Huanian said politely.

The two sides politely greeted each other, and then felt that a gong was sounded on the high platform of the middle venue, and someone shouted: "All the people who participated in the selection meeting come to the middle!" ”

Everyone gathered over after hearing the uproar, and Qin Xianglin also walked over slowly, but he was not as panicked as those people, but stood in the last row without hurry.

"Next, please ask the chief examiner, Master of Illusion to announce the rules to everyone!" The person who had sounded the gong before on the high platform retreated, and the old monk of illusion strode up.

Qin Xianglin looked coldly at the old monk who destroyed illusion in the last row, and thought to himself: "If you want to kill Uncle Zhou unknowingly, among the masters I know, only this old monk who destroys illusion can!" It's not that this old bald donkey is much higher than Uncle Zhou's cultivation, but that this old bald donkey and Uncle Zhou are both gods of the underworld, if he comes to see Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhou will never be wary of him! ”

Qin Xianglin pondered for a moment, and the old monk of illusion had basically finished speaking. Qin Xianglin probably heard a few intermittent sentences: "There are 200 lonely souls in the mountains, among which there are fierce spirits who have been grudging for a long time, the upper limit of the souls caught by one person is 5, and the time is one stick of incense, in a stick of incense, according to the number of souls caught by individuals, the top 150 can be promoted, but the actual situation may not be able to have 150 players who can advance, do you understand what I mean?" ”

The crowd listened and shouted in understanding.

The eyes of the disillusioned old monk swept from the crowd one by one, and he saw Qin Xianglin in the last row, and his gaze paused on Qin Xianglin's body for five seconds before slowly moving away.

"Leave half an hour for everyone to prepare, and when the gold rings again, everyone will gather here, and there will be special people to lead everyone into the mountains!" After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and got off the high platform and walked into a small temporary shed behind the high platform.

The people who participated in the election vaguely dispersed and returned to various sects to discuss matters with their masters and uncles. And Qin Xianglin is still standing in place, he doesn't have a sect or uncle, the master can ask, of course he doesn't need to.

Qin Xianglin hesitated for a moment, looked at the shed where the old monk of disillusionment was, and then took a step and walked towards that place.

Before he got close to the small shed, he was stopped by two guard-like people, who shouted at Qin Xianglin: "The time has not yet come, you are not allowed to enter, go back!" ”