However, they can look down on Buddhism, but they don't dare to despise the little monk in front of them too much.

Because he had a dragon descending token pinned to him, this token was enough to make them jealous. However, it would be impossible to make them give up this once-in-a-lifetime missionary opportunity.

......

Li Xian and the old way excused each other, but in the end, Li Xian couldn't refuse, and he would draw lots first.

Thinking that others will be famous when they compete, and report their own names and law names, it is quite imposing.

And it can also be clearly reported to this female emperor who is 'pretending to be confused', lest she always be called a strong little monk, making herself seem to be a junior, how to preach?

The mission was also very important to Li Xian. Tianshui Country sits on three major states and has a population base of tens of millions, so it is impossible to give it to these Taoist families.

"Ahem, the poor monk's name is like this, I don't know what you senior brothers call it?"

Anyway, they are all monks, and Li Xian doesn't bother to think about how the monk calls the Taoist priest, so he directly addresses the senior brother.

The old Taoist priest and others were surprised that he was the 'immortal meat' monk Rulai, but he was also quite face-saving, and did not tell the 'thief bald donkey' in his heart, but said more politely: "Old Dao Yuan Yi, these are all old Taoist disciples, divided into Yuan 7, Yuan 8, Yuan 13 and Yuan 22. ”

From the title, you can hear the casual name of the Taoist family in this world, Li Xian looked at the old Taoist who actually called himself 'Yuan Yi', as if he had already decided that he was the old monk, Li Xian smiled and returned the salute and barely lost his share.

Rou Xi only said the reward of the winner, but it was the punishment of the loser who did not speak for a long time.

Li Xian was holding the bucket and was 'eyebrow-raising' with a group of Taoist priests, and when his expression was inexplicable, Rou Xi suddenly said: "The winner can naturally get everything, whether it is preaching or his own glory, I can give it."

And the loser, he should also get the punishment he deserves. There is a degree of merit and punishment, this is Mingjun.

It's not a simple matter to set up a punishment for losers, it must be unforgettable but not too much, and it can't be because of a competition to beat people to death, right?

As... Why don't you send the losing party to the clean room, and live in the deep palace forever in the future, and accompany me?"

Send it to the clean room, isn't that a eunuch?

As Rou Xi's words fell, a group of Strange Warriors in sky blue armor surrounded the side hall, and the air was suddenly filled with a murderous aura.

There are many generals, and the power of soft pity is constantly rising. This also means that her words cannot be a joke, but will be carried out without compromise as a holy decree.

Success or failure, this no longer means whether to preach or not, but whether you can take the parts of your body out of the palace intact and whether you can be a normal man for the rest of your life.

Li Xian suddenly felt a chill under his crotch. Looking at those Taoist priests for a while, the original 'hello, I'm good, everyone', if you fail, it's a big deal to run away and never get into trouble, and this time you are definitely going to fight for a head and break the blood.

Quite resentful glanced at the soft pity that was still full of mischievousness, and saw that her meaning could not be changed, Li Xian could only hold the bucket and shake sincerely, hoping that the Buddha could bless himself, and only this time in this life is good luck.

"Rustle... "The stick in the bucket is constantly shaking with the rhythm of Li Xian's arm.

Finally, a bamboo stick fell to the ground with a "pop", and under the nervous gaze of Li Xian and the Taoist priests, Rou Xi personally stepped forward and bent down to pick it up.

There are no inexplicable limerick poems written in the signing bucket, which makes people see that whether they sign or not depends on the flickering skills of the person who reads the signature.

And the bamboo sticks in this bucket were all touched by Rou Xi. There were only upper and lower lots in the bucket, and there were no verses at all.

Li Xian suddenly realized that whether she agreed to solve her doubts or not, she would let Buddhism and Taoism compete and fight.

......

She turned around with a smile on her face, lit up the bamboo stick in her hand, and said, "If the mage is unlucky, it's a sign." It is estimated that you will only be defeated by signing a lot. ”

When he first heard that he had just drawn a lottery, Li Xian's eyes were about to pop out, and he shouted in his heart that he was finished.

Hurriedly took the bamboo stick in Rouxi's hand and took a look, and sure enough, as she said, it was a sign.

Hearing Rou Xi say that there was still a sign in the bucket, Li Xian's gray eyes flashed with some hope, and asked, "Amitabha, how many signatures are there?"

This kind of question that can threaten the fairness of the competition, of course, Rou Xi smiled and said nothing, showing Li Xian a 'guess' expression.

I'm rubbing, sister, you're going to play me to death.

Li Xian sighed, and could only turn to those Taoist priests and asked, "I don't know what realm your senior brothers are?"

As long as it is below the Martial Saint, Li Xian is sure to use his own bad luck to get rid of them. If it is above the Martial Saint, then it is necessary to consider using the rune, but at that time, it is not up to Li Xian to decide what accident will happen.

......

Well, the thief bald donkey asked a good question.

If we were those martial artists who could cultivate, would we be sent to Tianshui Kingdom as cannon fodder to preach? The female emperor of Tianshui Kingdom was known for her moody personality, and I don't know when I would give them a 'click' together.

I couldn't understand what the monk in front of me meant by asking the realm, and all the Taoist priests were silent, afraid that they would make a mistake in the next competition.

In the end, the respected old Daoyuan was very embarrassed when he saw Li Xian standing there, so he stepped forward and said 'truthfully': "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." Neither of us is a warrior. ”

Aren't they warriors?

No matter how many sticks are in the bucket, Li Xian believes that his bad luck is enough to make these 'ordinary people' unable to eat and walk away.

Li Xian had an inexplicable smile on his face, watching the bucket pass to the old man's hand.

Holding the bucket, a group of Taoist priests did not start the lottery first, but chanted the scriptures and prayed for the blessing of the Taoist ancestors.

Rou Xi didn't say anything to stop, and Li Xian, who was under close surveillance, naturally wouldn't deliberately make trouble. Instead, he started to move and quietly approached the old road of the final draw.

"Ten steps... Seven Steps... Six Steps... Three Steps... Two steps, OK!"

Shrouded in the bad luck that he could volatile, Li Xian pretended to rub the mud on the soles of his feet beside him, and felt a lot more relieved.

After reciting the Taoist Sutra with sincerity, Yuan Yi inexplicably glanced at Li Xian, who was so close to him, shook his head and ignored him, and passed the bucket to the young Taoist priest standing by the side and said: "Yuan Twenty-two, you will draw this lot, don't live up to our hopes." ”

The little Taoist priest named Yuan Twenty-two carefully took the bucket, full of confidence and without any fear.