Princess Ning Yue asked, "The illusion he experienced in the First Pavilion is beauty, is it the same for everyone?" ”

Yu Yunqi said: "It turned out to be a beautiful woman...... Shushan will generate the corresponding fantasy content according to people's desires, and different people will encounter different illusions. ”

Zhao Zhenwen frowned and said: "I didn't leave after being immersed in beauty for so long, although Jiang Han has a talent for Confucianism and Taoism, but this heart is still poor after all." ”

Hearing Zhao Zhenwen say this, Zhou Hongyan chuckled and said: "Young Mu Ai, it's not strange that young people are good women, Confucianism is not Buddhism, as long as you don't indulge in it, besides, the great Confucianism here, who is not romantic when you are young?" ”

Princess Ning Yue glanced at Zhou Hongyan, and a scene from the illusion of the first pavilion appeared in her mind: he seemed to have found something wrong in the illusion, not because he was addicted to women and couldn't extricate himself, but because of the woman who appeared consciously changed......

Yu Zhongjing coughed lightly, worried that Zhou Hongyan would tell him about his glorious years, and pointed to the mirror and said, "You see, those four Suluo people seem to be a little slow, and they haven't arrived at the first pavilion of Shushan yet. ”

On the crystal prism, there is a corner of the staircase of the First Lord, and the four Suras can be seen far behind, still panting up the mountain.

Zhao Zhenwen sneered: "Suluo barbarians, I don't know how thick the sky is, I haven't even been able to reach the first pavilion, and I still want to compete for the top of Shushan, in the old man's opinion, the attention to them is superfluous." ”

Many of the bigwigs in Kyoto gathered together to spy on the conspiracy of the Sura people, but the performance of these four Sara people was disappointing.

Yu Yunqi muttered slightly: "In addition to the three scholars of the four people sent by King Suluo, there is also a prince of Suluo, called the Night God War, I say that this person is talented, who knows that his performance is mediocre." ”

Several great Confucians were slightly disappointed, feeling that they had finally taken a look at the Suluo people.

……

Outside the Taixue Mansion, an old monk wearing a robe and holding a Zen staff walked slowly from the street lamp, and behind the old monk, there was a burly young monk.

"Climbing over the book mountain, racing across the sea of learning, this mountain of books and learning the sea is also very interesting! I also want to go in and have a good time. ”

The old monk spoke slowly, his voice was not loud, but it was steadily transmitted into the Taixue Mansion and reached the ears of the great Confucians.

Several Confucian faces changed slightly, and they looked at each other.

Yu Yunqi looked outside the door and said in a deep voice: "Master of the Hanging Lamp, this is my Confucian holy ruins, and the people of Buddhism stop!" ”

The hanging lamp stayed in Kyoto for many days, and several great Confucians knew that he came to the sea of books, but the hanging lamp did not appear a few days ago, and it did not appear at the gate of Taixue until today.

The master of the hanging lamp laughed and said: "My Buddhism has admired Confucianism in Daxia for a long time, and I am a disciple of Tianlong, but this time I want to go in and compete with the students of Daxia, why should I refuse so much?" ”

Yu Yunqi, Zhou Hongyan, Zhao Zhenwen and the others glanced at each other, and Zhao Zhenwen said in a deep voice: "The holy ruins have been closed!" Hanging lights, if you want to participate, wait for the next time! ”

The master of the hanging lamp looked into the distance through the door of the Taixue Mansion, and his voice was far away: "The holy ruins are closed? Then it opens! ”

After the words stopped, he stretched out his right hand and pointed to the sky, and said, "Heaven and earth, I am the only one!" ”

The next moment, a surging Buddha power poured out from him, rising directly into the sky, pouring into the Confucian Temple of Taixue Mansion, and impacting on the octagonal prism.

Zhen Yunqi, Zhao Zhenwen, Zhou Hongyan and others all changed their faces suddenly, and they were full of anger.

"Hanging the lamp, you dare to influence the mountains and seas of books!"

"Stop the hanging lights!"

"Old bald donkey, you're taking death!" Yu Yunqi roared angrily, his body disappeared like light, and the next moment he appeared outside the Taixue Mansion, grabbed the void with his right hand, pulled out a long sword, and slashed towards the hanging lamp.

At the same time, Zhou Hongyan also stepped into the air, stretched out his hand, and a sword intent burst out from his fingertips and shot towards the head of the hanging lamp.

Yu Zhongjing raised his foot heavily and stomped on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Chop!" ”

A series of swords appeared around the hanging lamp, stabbing him in the waist.

The three Confucians worked together, and the shot was a fatal blow.

Such an attack would be exchanged for any four grades would instantly destroy the physical body and annihilate the original god.

However, at this moment, three round relics rose above the head of the hanging lamp monk, and the relics rotated slowly, releasing a golden light to cover the upper plate of the hanging lamp.

At his feet, a cyan lotus platform rose to protect the lower plate.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

When the three strands of attack came and landed around the hanging lamp, they shook directly.

Yu Yunqi, Yu Zhongjing and others all changed their faces.

The relics and Qinglian are both Buddhist treasures, but no one knows what power these relics and Qinglian have, but today, they can resist the attacks of the three of them at the same time.

At this time, the Buddha power on the hanging lamp had already rushed into the sea of books, and at the same time, the Tianlong monk laughed wildly and stood in the light of the Buddha and entered the sea of books.

"Damn! This bald donkey forcibly changed the mountains and seas of books! What is he going to do? Looking at the picture on the Bafang prism, at this moment, a faint layer of golden light was shrouded in the sea of books, Zhao Zhenwen said angrily.

"Let's pause the book mountain and learn the sea first, and join hands to slaughter the hanging lamp!"

Another great Confucian shouted.

They must not tolerate the recklessness of the hanging lamp under their territory, and would rather end the study of the sea early than behead him.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of a sword roar in the sky, and then a long sword broke through the air, and slashed directly towards the top of the hanging lamp.

Hanging Lantern raised his head, stretched out his left palm, and the Buddha power surged all over his body, and the golden light on his body was even stronger.

With a bang, the hanging lamp took a few steps back, and the long sword also dispersed out of thin air.

"Zhong Fujun, don't come to harm?" The hanging lamp smiled and looked at a blue cloud in the sky.

The figure of Zhong Fujun in Qingyun slowly appeared, he held a long sword in his hand, his face was calm, and said, "Hanging light, when did you break through the three grades?" ”

The hanging lamp monk smiled: "It's just a fluke." ”

Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhou Hongyan, Yu Yunqi and others all changed their faces. This hanging lamp is a three-product?

The three products of Buddhism are the Arhat mirror, the body of the Arhat, immortal and indestructible.

No wonder the attack of the three great Confucians just now was also blocked by the hanging lamp.

Zhongli said: "Take your people, get out of Kyoto!" Otherwise, today Buddhism will fall an Arhat. ”

Zhong Fujun's voice was calm, but very strong.

The hanging lamp monk smiled and said, "You want to let the poor monk fall? Zhong Fujun has such a big breath! The poor monk also wants to see the cultivation of the prince over the years! But...... Can Zhong Fujun know the consequences of killing the poor monk? Please also ask Zhong Fujun to take a look at the mountains of books and learn the sea first! ”

Zhongli frowned slightly, looked at the Bafang Prism, and said, "Yu Yunqi, bring all the students out!" ”

Yu Yunqi hurriedly rushed to the Bafang Prism and tried it, he raised his head and said angrily: "Oh no! The sea of books has been blocked! I can't open the door of the Book Mountain. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Zhenwen and other Confucians all changed their faces, and they came to the Bafang Prism, wanting to open the mountain of books and learn the sea and bring the students out.

However, when they started it, they found that the door they left behind in Shushan Xuehai had been shut, and at this moment, Shushan Xuehai was like a closed world.

Hanging the lamp said: "Zhong Fujun, if you kill the poor monk, these students in Great Xia will never be able to come out again." It's better to wait patiently for the end of the book. ”

Zhongli raised two sword eyebrows, what do you want to do with this hanging lamp?

But he wasn't sure if the sentence hanging the lamp was true or false, if he killed him, would it be completely blocked, and the people inside would never be able to get out again.

……

"Sister Huang, what do you see that monk doing?" In the Confucian Temple, King Yue frowned.

They also knew what was going on outside, but they didn't know why the hanging lamp spent so much effort to send a monk in, was it really to compete with the students of Great Xia?

Ning Yue's eyes were fixed, staring at the eight prisms.

In the holy ruins, under the mountain of books.

Monk Tianlong raised his head and looked at the climbing stairs and the nine pavilions on the Book Mountain, and grinned: "This is the Book Mountain?" Very good, let me see the mountain of Confucian books! ”

He held a big knife and walked towards the book mountain.

As soon as I stepped on the steps, I felt a sudden increase in pressure.

Tianlong used the Buddha power, instantly dissolved the pressure on his body, grinned, and continued to walk upward.

At this moment, Jiang Han didn't know what was going on outside, but when he looked up, he could see that the sky seemed to be covered with a faint golden light.

"Golden light? Did something happen? ”

Jiang Han didn't think much about it, after all, this is a mountain of books and a sea of learning, what can happen?

He went up the stairs to the second pavilion.

There were a few scholars standing on the square in front of the second pavilion, and Kong Yuanji and Zhang Tingfeng were no longer in the second pavilion, but on the stairs to the third pavilion.

Apparently both have passed the second cabinet.

In the second pavilion, there are Wen Ming and Yi Shanwan, and there is another student of Guozijian.

At this moment, Wen Ming left the second pavilion and went to the third pavilion, and immediately after, Xiao Lori also successfully passed.

"What is the test for this second cabinet? It can't be another illusion, right? ”

Jiang Han thought about it and walked into the second pavilion.

The moment he walked in, four pieces of rice paper and a set of pen and ink appeared in front of him.

"With the theme of spring, summer, autumn and winter, each compose a poem, with no limit to the rhyme, and the county can be passed."

An ethereal voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and it seemed to be the examiner of Shushan.

"It turned out to be a poem, as long as you go out of the county, it is not very difficult."

Jiang Han picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and after a little thought, he wrote four poems on four sheets of rice paper.

Spring:

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

Summer:

The water in the duck pond is shallow and deep, and the weather is semi-cloudy and sunny when the plum is ripe.

The east garden is full of wine and the west garden is drunk, and the loquat tree is golden.

Autumn:

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.

As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky.

Winter:

Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove.

If you want snow in the evening, you can drink a glass of nothing.

After he finished writing, a faint glow shimmered on the rice paper, and talent rose.