Hum ~ hum ~ "Wang Ba Lamb, don't arch blindly, if you arch again, I will eat it for you."

Lisao tugged at the boar's tail and pulled it out of his bed.

Since the discovery of this wild boar in Yangtou Cave that day, Lisao felt that it was very similar to his turtle son, so he took it back to the inn and took care of it carefully.

And he named it 'The Eight Lambs of the King'.

"You listen to the command for me, and you know how to behave well when you compete for the current conference."

"What? Brother, are you going to ride it to the Rivalry? ”

Lisao laughed: "Senior brother, you haven't ridden a wild boar, you don't know, although the white bone spirit rhino is mighty, but the body is too hard, and my ass hurts." ”

"It's far worse than my eight lambs."

Hum haw haw chirp ~ Speaking of this, Lisao also leaned closer and whispered, "Senior brother, it's good to bring it in." ”

"In case you don't eat when you go in, can't you still use it as spare food~"

"Yes~"

As soon as the corners of Lichen's mouth twitched, you knew that you were still thinking about this mouthful.

But you can ride this wild boar, don't eat it.

If you really want to eat it, you have to find you desperately.

Probably because the explosion in the cave was too powerful at that time, the red bean had just transformed and his realm was unstable, and as a result, he fell back to the form of a wild boar.

Even the memory seems to be a little damaged, and now it is a simple spirit beast boar.

Every day, he was ridden all over the street.

Six days have passed since the last time the bearded man and the officers and soldiers of that team found fault for no reason.

And today is the day when the 'Race for the Current' begins.

The competition is actually to enter the 'Ten Thousand Secret Realm'.

Since ancient times, it has been said that 'thousands of mountains compete for show, and thousands of ravines compete for the stream'.

Shangyang City is mountainous and watery.

Hundreds of these streams eventually converge in Shangyang Lake.

After each period of time, water vapor will evaporate from the lake, gradually condensing into the entrance to the secret realm.

From here, you can enter the secret realm of ten thousand gullies.

Legend has it that the Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Gullies is a small world opened up by Hebo Wuyi in ancient mythology.

Hidden in it is the inheritance of Hebo.

But for thousands of years, no one has understood it.

Later, it evolved into a place of trial for the various sects in southern Xinjiang.

Early in the morning, the disciples of the various sects came to the shore of Shangyang Lake one after another.

At this time, many people had been waiting for a long time.

At this time of year, it is the busiest time in Shangyang City.

"Old Liu, which one are you optimistic about this year?"

"Hehe, this old rotten can't be said well."

"But my view of the Ghost Cult is very pleasing to the eye."

"Ghost Cult?"

"Elder Liu, I don't think you're the trust of Changle Fang."

"Although the Ghost Sect has always been the number one over the years, this year the Ghost Sect was hit hard by the Killing Temple, do you dare to say that it is the first?"

"You know what? Emaciated camels are bigger than horses. ”

"This ghost sect has been entrenched in southern Xinjiang for so many years, and it has a strong foundation, but it is not just consumed after one or two defeats."

"Well, what Liu Lao said makes sense."

"But in my opinion, the Nujiao Gang has attracted attention in recent years, and the Seven Sons of Canglang alone have made a lot of reputation."

"The seven sons of Canglang are powerful, but the Diancang faction is not annoying, although Hongfei, one of the Diancang Shuangying, is dead, but the Diancang faction still has Shuangjie and Four Evils, and the background is not under the ghost sect."

"After all, it's the first in my southern Xinjiang righteous path."

"I don't know what everyone thinks of the Killing Temple?"

"The Killing Temple was in the limelight during this time, and it was the first monk on the Golden Scale List, comprehending the five-character true scripture, and even defeating the Ghost Sect several times."

"I think it's a dark horse this year."

"Haven't you heard of the dark horse?"

"What did you hear?"

"The three branches of the Ghost Sect, the Burning Light Pavilion, and the Broken Vein Mountain were originally friendships in a pair of pants, and this competition will inevitably be a-for-tat confrontation with the Killing Temple."

"But the seven major sects of the righteous path have also discussed how to deal with the Killing Temple together in the Ten Thousand Gullies Secret Realm."

"Why is that?"

"Why? When the Killing Temple ruled southern Xinjiang two hundred years ago, everyone was in danger, and if they were to rise again, wouldn't my southern Xinjiang be peaceful again?! ”

"I see."

"But I heard that since the emergence of the Duxiu monk in the Killing Temple, it has been based on the Zen Dharma, and there has been no harm to the Quartet."

"Hmph, rumors are rumors after all, who can say what will happen in the future?"

At this moment, a shout suddenly erupted from the crowd.

"The market is open, the market is open."

"Placed a bet."

When the people heard this, they all ran towards the place where the sound came from.

Every time the competition is held, Changle Fang in Ping'an Prefecture will set up a handicap on the shore of Shangyang Lake.

For a while, the lakeside was jammed, and everyone rushed to place bets.

"Under the Ghost Sect, ten spirit stones."

"Dian Cangpai, twenty yuan."

"Dan Xinmen, ten pieces."

……

The monks of the temple finally came to the lakeside.

At this time, there are already sects that have been waiting for a long time.

Canghe Zhenren is the junior disciple of Cangsong Zhenren, the head of the Diancang faction, and this competition is led by him.

Looking at the crowd, Canghe Zhenren gently stroked his white beard, with a smile on his face.

This year, the vitality of the Ghost Sect has been greatly damaged, and the first throne, the Diancang Sect is bound to win!

Suddenly, his cloudy eyes widened.

That monk is......

Canghe Zhenren swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

Decades ago, the scene of that guy fighting the three elders alone is still in front of me.

This year, it turned out to be him who led the team in the Killing Temple!

……

Xuanyan Academy is a Confucian branch of Jixia Academy.

Dou Wenguang, the chief of the mountain, sat in a precarious position, not smiling.

And the disciples are also ordinary.

Confucianism is not good at competing for the first, and is good at the golden mean.

For Xuanyan Academy, the Contending Conference is just a place of experience.

This time, the Seven Great Sects secretly communicated with each other, and Xuanyan Academy originally didn't want to participate.

But remembering that two hundred years ago, the lives of southern Xinjiang were devastated, Dou Wenguang sighed softly.

Er Cao's body and name are destroyed, and the rivers and rivers are not wasted.

The Temple of Killing must not rise!

Hey, that monk is ......!

Fakirs!

Dou Wenguang wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

……

"Old eight, old eight~"

Lichen suddenly heard a cry in his ears.

Looking at the sound, it turned out to be the seventh son of the Angry Jiao Gang.

Since the last bamboo shoot competition, Lichen has been called this more.

He saluted the seven people from afar, which was regarded as a greeting.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and the eighth child is getting more and more mixed in the Killing Temple."

"That's not it, killing the Buddha is much more famous than our seven sons."

", you know a lot."

"The eighth child has real feelings~"

"We can't control the others, and we must not make a move against the eighth child this time."

"Of course."

"Okay, after you go in, it's still smoke."

"Don't worry!"

……

"Amitabha."

The great monk was dressed in a fiery red robe, and his beard and hair were all red.

The same is true of the disciples behind him, each of them is as if they have been soaked in a dye vat, red and warm.

This is the first propagation of Zen Buddhism in Southern Xinjiang.

Candle Dragon Temple.

ps: Monthly passes, recommended tickets, come to the bowl~

ps: Misremember, it's the Seven Great Sects.

------Off topic------

I'm too sleepy tonight.,It's a little unbearable.,I'm sorry book friends~~~.

Let's watch three times tomorrow.

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