Master Zhihao said: "Everyone in the world has Buddha nature, and the monk is just here to suppress evil and promote good."

Red Sleeves took it and said, "Master, who is good and who is evil?"

Master Zhihao smiled: "Those who do good are good, and those who are evil are evil"

Tie Lang listened and asked, "Master, what is good and what is evil?"

Master Zhihao smiled slightly and said: "Although those who sacrifice themselves and benefit others are good, those who harm others and benefit themselves are evil."

After listening to the monk's words, Red Sleeves pondered, and then solemnly bowed to Master Zhihao and said, "Thank you for the master's teachings."

Tie Lang also said: "The younger generation also wants to do the way of suppressing evil and promoting good, and ask the master for guidance"

Master Zhihao only laughed and said three times: "Okay, good" and left.

Not long after Master Zhihao went, a young man came to look for Tie Lang, approached Tie Lang and saw clearly through the light, it was actually Bi Xu.

After Bixu and everyone saluted separately, Tie Lang asked in surprise, "Are you still vulgar?"

Bixu said with a sad face: "I want to enter the Buddha's door, but the master does not allow it, saying that my Taoist fate is not finished, and I can't stay in the temple all day as a Taoist, so I can only worship the Buddha as a layman."

Tie Lang nodded and said: "You are extremely talented, no matter the Buddha's path, there is a day of achievement, there is no need to be in a hurry."

Bixu nodded and said: "Thank you for the donor's explanation, I am here to tell the donor, this martial arts conference in the imperial court is only afraid that Xiang Zhuang is dancing the sword with the intention of Pei Gong, and please be careful with the donor."

As soon as these words came out, even Red Sleeves, Tan Po and Xu Huchuan were taken aback, but Tie Lang replied calmly: "If you come, you will be safe"

Bixu nodded and said: "Master Abbot asked me to tell the donor, if the Shaolin Temple in Luoyang City can not be supported, then ask the donor to do it, if the Shaolin Temple can still be reluctant, please also ask the son to stand still."

Tie Lang knew that Master Zhihao wanted to protect himself, so he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart and said: "Thank you Master and Dao Chief, Tie Mou wrote it down"

Bixu didn't stop after speaking, and went straight to it, Xu Huchuan and Tie Lang glanced at each other, and then followed Bixu to find Master Zhihao to catch up.

Red Sleeves muttered: "This monk didn't say it himself, but sent a little Taoist priest to say it, but why?"

Tie Lang said: "Bixu is extremely talented, and it is my old acquaintance, the master asked him to pass on the word just to let us believe him"

The venue of the competition is located in front of Wenfeng Tower, the two new arrow towers of three zhang high on the left and right of Wenfeng Tower, under the arrow tower are set up a very high shelter, the first one in the shed on the left is a thin old man, Tie Lang looks at it, and Cheng Ben is a little similar, and he knows that this person is Cheng Xuanjia.

Under Cheng Xuanjia sat the heads of the five sects of Shaolin, Kunlun, Wudang, Emei, and Lotus, plus the head of the free faction. There were seven people standing behind Cheng Xuanjia, all of whom must be his seven disciples with extraordinary bearing, and there were twelve heads of factions sitting outside the shed, these twelve factions were Wushan faction, Demon Mountain faction, Hengshan faction, Bashan faction, Shushan faction, Kongtong faction, secret sect, Shendu faction, Emei faction, Qingcheng faction, overseas faction, and Montenegro faction.

Under the shed on the right is a young man in a light yellow robe, elegant and handsome, heroic and compelling, there are two Khitan people sitting on the left and right, one is nearly fifty years old, and the other is only a teenager, and then down is Huang Sheng and Gu Longxing, but there is no Murong Bu, and under Gu Longxing are several Khitan warriors.

Tie Lang couldn't help but feel cold in his heart when he saw it, and he said in his heart that these people in the martial arts had become guests of the imperial court. Xu Huchao was also shocked while introducing the people sitting on the side to Tie Lang: "The five sects and thirteen factions in the martial arts in the world are all guests of the imperial court, Brother Tie, this time we are more auspicious."

Red Sleeves couldn't help but get close to Tie Lang when he heard this, obviously a little nervous, but Tie Lang smiled and said: "The camera moves, no need to be nervous"

Tan Po also smiled: "It's not to be afraid of being in harmony with God, most of these people are just grass on the wall."

Red Sleeves asked Xu Huchuan very shrewdly, "Who is that young man in the yellow robe?"

Xu Huchuan looked at it and said: "This is Zhao Congai, the second son of Zhao Weizhong, the Duke of Shuguo, and now he is the Duke of Yingguo."

Tan Po said: "This is Zhao Kuangyin's descendant?" Xu Huchuan nodded, looked around with a rather weak heart, and said in his heart, how dare this Tan Po call Emperor Taizu by his name.

Tan Po pulled over the red sleeves and said, "Do you know where the free faction came from?"

Seeing Tan Po asking like this, Red Sleeves looked along what Tan Po pointed to, and on the seat of the free faction, there were actually two women in their forties, and their hearts couldn't help jumping.

Red Sleeves pondered for a moment and said, "This carefree sect has something to do with my aunt and grandmother?"

Tan Po nodded and said: "You must hide well, no matter what happens, don't reveal your identity, if these people find out, they will definitely invite you back to the north."

As he was talking, a few drums sounded, Cheng Xuanjia arrived in front of Zhao Congai, and said: "Ying Guogong, please announce the decree" Zhao Congwei nodded and got up to the middle of the martial arts field, coughed lightly and said: "I am Zhao Congai, the Duke of Yingguo of the Great Song Dynasty, and I was ordered by the emperor to gather the heroes of the world to gather in Luoyang to learn martial arts, and the queen mother's will: The winner of this competition can be named Tianwuwei Du Yuhou, and he will be given ten days to perform martial arts."

Where Zhao Cong's words fell, the audience was already full of voices, this is all waiting for it, and performing the martial arts pavilion is the biggest dream of people in the martial arts.

Zhao Conghui looked at Cheng Xuanjia with a gloomy face and went back to sit down, Cheng Xuanjia looked at the audience with satisfaction, and after the crowd was excited, he also came to the center of the martial arts field, and after standing still, he said slowly: "This competition, the court only looks at the results, please do what you can."

Cheng Xuanjia's words were not high, but they were deeply cut into the ear, and Tie Lang sighed secretly, no wonder Shigong was afraid of this person, just looking at this person's internal strength, I am afraid that there are few opponents in the world.

Red Sleeves said: "Isn't Tianwuwei Du Yu Hou Murong Bu? Also, this imperial court only looks at the results, so doesn't it matter if someone lives it?"

Tan Po said coldly: "If you can't accept it, or if it's not worth subduing, wouldn't it be better to let them turn against you."

Tie Lang also vaguely felt the wolf ambition of the imperial court, but he wanted to see how the world's masterpieces reacted, and sure enough, where Cheng Xuanjia's words fell, there was a person in the audience: "The competition has always been to the point, if the court only looks at the results, wouldn't it be to let the people in the martial arts fight each other?"

As soon as the man's words fell, he heard a buzz, and a feathered arrow shot at the wooden bench beside the man, and the wooden bench shattered into a pile of sawdust, and the man who was still shouting turned pale with fright, and went straight to find another wooden stool to sit down, and said no more.

Cheng Xuanjia said coldly: "The emperor's order is like this, if you have any doubts, please feel free"

Tie Lang looked up at the top of the arrow tower, there were about dozens of archers staring at the venue with bows and arrows, and the side walls around were also full of archers.

The rules of the competition are still challenging, one person goes to the stage, if ten people win in a row, they can participate in the draw duel, in this way, whoever plays first will suffer a big loss. If A and B are equal, A will play first, fight nine people in a row, and B will play again, and A will inevitably defeat A, so A will naturally suffer.

Cheng Xuanjia saw that no one was on the stage for a long time, so he snorted coldly and said: "I Dao you and others are all good men, but unexpectedly, they are all cowardly wine bags and rice bags."

As soon as Cheng Xuanjia's voice fell this time, he heard a loud shout: "The official family is going to underestimate the heroes of the world, although it is not good, I am willing to throw bricks and lead the jade" As he spoke, a big man jumped out of the crowd and jumped into the ring with a plop.

Dahan jumped on the stage and didn't report the door, so he rushed up from the other side, and fought together without saying a word, Tie Lang only glanced at it a few times, and felt that these two people were both low martial arts, so he muttered: "These hopeful champions must be the last to play"

Sure enough, this martial arts conference lasted for two days, and all of them went up to fight with low martial arts, and they fought to a critical place, and even the dog planing fist and Wang Baquan were used.