"This little monk is going to cry!"

Xiao Zhong climbed down Tang Xiao's head to his shoulder, and looked at Zeng Xiaogua with his little brain:

"Is he the younger brother of Sister Xiaohua? He looks like they're about the same size as the swords, so let's take him back and raise him!" ”

Zeng Xiaogua noticed the appearance of the milk doll Xiao Zhong, and his eyes suddenly widened:

"It's... This doll is so small!! It's so big that you can talk?!! ”

"The little bell is a machine spirit!"

Xiao Zhong raised his chin proudly.

Zeng Xiaogua suddenly forgot the embarrassment just now, and curiously circled around the little bell twice, looking at his slightly transparent body with a look of amazement.

"This is the machine spirit! I heard the masters say that you need a magic weapon of more than five grades to have a machine spirit! The prayer tower of our Shami Peak is a five-grade magic weapon, I heard that it won't be long before the machine spirit can be born, and then its instrument spirit will also be like you? ”

"Shhhh Xiao Zhong is now the instrument spirit of the eight-grade magic weapon, but it is not comparable to the five-grade magic weapon! ”

"Oh my God!"

Looking at the little monk's amazed face, Xiao Zhong became more and more proud.

Yishan patted Zeng Xiaogua's little head and said:

"That's it! Come on! The two of you are still talking, do you want me to help you take a leave of absence for the master or do you want to go back to class? ”

"Ahh May I? Thank you, uncle! Let's go and ask for leave! Xiaogua wants to accompany Engong to walk around! ”

Zeng Xiaogua pulled Yishan's monk's robe and walked towards the Xunyin Palace, and his small steps were so excited.

……

took Zeng Xiaogua, who had been imprisoned for more than half a year, to play in Shengjing City for a long time, and left him a sound transmission jade slip, so that he could communicate with Zeng Xiaohua after evening class.

Xiao Zhong's suggestion Tang Xiao thought it was not bad, after all, he was just a literate little novice in Shengjing Temple, if he wanted to practice and didn't want to be so separated from his mortal relatives, it would undoubtedly be better to follow her back to the city.

After all, Shengjing Temple has strict precepts, even if he chooses to be a lay disciple in the future, he will have to wait until he is twelve years old to see his qualifications and understanding, before he can be officially accepted as an apprentice to teach the method of cultivation, and he still has to be locked up in Shami Peak for the rest of the five years to learn and practice Buddhism.

But Zeng Xiaogua refused, he was determined to be a disciple of Yishan, but Yishan said that he would make an exception to accept him as a disciple if he completed all the coursework in the scripture hall and Xunyin Hall in advance, he had read a lot of scriptures in the past six months, and he didn't want to give up halfway.

On the second day, the selection competition by the abbot of Master Wuyi himself was held in the Buddha's Square in the temple.

Participating in the selection is not only Tang Xiao and several six-grade monks, but also two foundation-building places to be selected from the disciples, eight and seven grades and a quota of five grades have been booked, led by Master Kongmian himself, assisted by Master Kongkong's lay disciple Qipin Zha Hongshun, and then there is a good thing in five grades.

Considering the problem of time, there are too many disciples of Zhuji, and it is definitely not good to wait for the selection of the six grades, so in the morning it was Tang Xiao who competed with the other three six-rank monks.

Looking at the two people who suddenly appeared, Yishan's face was a little bad, Master Empty Compassion clearly said that there was only one, and the monks did not keep their promises, no wonder the cultivation was so high but he couldn't beat his own master, at first glance, it was the impiety of Buddhism!

Tang Xiao doesn't care, anyway, there is no difference between one and three, if she wins, she will go to the secret realm to play, and if she loses, she will go home, but she thinks that she should not lose, after all, it is more than super and prohibited, the former is easy to trigger system tasks, and the latter happens to be what she is good at.

The content of the competition is very simple, a six-grade Ten Thousand Souls Banner that Zha Hongshun collected in the secret realm, as the name suggests, has tens of thousands of unjust souls in it, and the two main souls with the highest cultivation have reached the middle stage of the sixth grade and the early stage of the sixth grade respectively.

Zha Hongshun will destroy the soul banner at the beginning of the competition, when tens of thousands of unjust souls rush out, Tang Xiao and the three Buddhist Heavenly Kings each stand on the east, west, north and south, whoever exceeds the unjust soul within the specified time will win, Zha Hongshun and several other masters will sweep the periphery of the formation, will leak out of the soul excess, whoever leaks out of the more souls, that will be deducted according to the number of double the number of his excess results.

Before the start of the competition, they had a pillar of incense to arrange the prohibition so that the unjust souls would not escape.

As for the two six-rank main souls, naturally whoever has the ability to restrain and win the battle will be counted as whoever exceeds.

Ordinary souls and foundation-building souls are counted as one point, one hundred refining is counted as five points, martial saints are counted as ten points, Jindan is counted as fifty points, those in the early stage of the sixth grade are counted as six hundred points, and the one in the middle stage is counted as one thousand points.

Seeing that the three monks were busy with the materials in the storage bags, Tang Xiao directly threw out a set of forbidden small flags that Bai Buyan had helped her raise, and leisurely arranged them to the west of the square she was responsible for.

Looking at the set of forbidden flags whose quality was close to the eighth grade at a glance, the monks' eyes widened.

"It's... Does this count as cheating? ”

"Amitabha, this is someone's own magic weapon, if you have the ability, you can also take out this kind of magic weapon."

"I almost forgot, that's the apprentice of the White Immortal!"

"Wouldn't this be unfair to a few uncles?"

The disciples below were talking one after another, but the few uncles and uncles who watched the play in the tower were not in a hurry at all, they didn't plan to let the three disciples of their own sect win, but they heard that Zha Hongshun was going to use the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to give them a test of excess, which was a lot of merit, and they themselves cultivated incense on weekdays, but they couldn't accumulate so much merit, so they specially sent two more people to participate, in fact, they just seized the opportunity to overspend a few more souls and share the benefits.

The three Six-Rank Heavenly Kings completed their own prohibitions one after another before Shi Xiang burned the embers, and after the nod of the Master of No Anger, Zha Hong obediently took out the black soul banner from the storage bag and violently crushed it.

The whistling yin wind suddenly made a big blow, as if the ghost door was wide open, the sky was dark, and the huge square suddenly turned into a paradise for the unjust souls, and the unjust souls of the unjust whirled towards the Buddhist disciples gathered outside the square, but no matter where they ran, they were finally blocked by the prohibition arranged in the four directions, and the yin and evil aura of tens of thousands of unjust souls made the disciples who were forbidden to look outside the view change color.

At the moment when the unjust soul appeared, before he had time to sigh at the grandeur and gloom of this scene, Tang Xiao's ears already heard a familiar prompt sound from the system:

Bite! In order to prevent the unjust souls from continuing to rise and fall in the sea of suffering, and imitating the unjust souls to affect the safety of civilized society, let's all go overdue!

Is it directly excessive?

Well? Is that okay? There's still two more six-pins in there!

Tang Xiao was still hesitating, so she looked at the female soul in the middle of the sixth grade among the ten thousand souls and looked at her with a pair of cold eyes, she licked her chapped lips, and felt that there was only this girl on the field, and she was still very good-looking, which was very suitable for taking away.

Just when the unjust soul felt that the opportunity to be reborn had come, the tens of thousands of unjust souls on the field suddenly shook together, including the two sixth-grade unjust souls and thirteen fifth-grade unjust souls, and their faces were struggling, but in just a few breaths, the three monks had just begun to recite the transcendent scriptures, and the dense unjust souls on the field were directly shrouded in the golden light of merit, and one by one their faces were serene in the light, and the grand golden rain of merit was brushed like a meteor and smashed towards Tang Xiao.

The whole Shengjing Temple is quiet.

A brief silence was followed by an uproar.

"What just happened?"

"Didn't I see the door open?"

"What a ghost, that's the Ten Thousand Souls Banner shattered!"

"I bent down and picked up my shoes, who can tell me where the ghosts in the sky are just now?"

"What's the meteor shower?"

Not only the few uncles on the tower, but even the corners of the mouths of Master Wuyi and Zha Hongshun couldn't help twitching, which was too unmartial arts!!

Tang Xiao was supported by the light of merit and the whole person was golden and bright, not to mention that she had also picked up more than a dozen skills of not low level, and her smile at this moment was undoubtedly very bright in every sense.

I didn't expect the system to have such a caring time.

Suddenly, the frustration of the system's previous inaction on Cheng Suxin's matter has been dissipated a lot.

Although Yishan was also shocked, he couldn't help laughing out loud:

"Amitabha! Hahahaha! Good, good, good! Hahahaha! It's you! ”

At this time, the most unbelievable thing is the other three monks who participated in the competition, they looked at the empty square in front of them with the same bewildered expression, and the half-recitalized scriptures were stuck in their mouths, saying that they should hurry up and earn merit? There are so many unjust souls, how can they grab hundreds of thousands? But now, the three of them have zero performance.

(End of chapter)