As soon as the Holy Venerable's words fell, an uproar suddenly broke out among the Shaolin disciples.

Obviously, the conditions proposed by the two sides were not equal at all, and the Shaolin disciples asked the master of Bujie for his life, suggesting that they should not pay attention to each other and just fight again.

The master of the precept glanced at the crowd on the other side, and saw that their various breaths were even and long, and their internal strength was not bad, and they were obviously the elites carefully selected by the major sects.

And after looking around us, except for the disciples where the Shaolin main hall is located, the rest of the Zimiao disciples who came from all over Songshan basically only have ordinary fists and feet, and their combat effectiveness is insufficient.

So if it really starts a large-scale fight, it should be your own side that suffers in the end, after all, the other party still has three top masters, and we only have the strength to fight, and the rest of the masters who are not of the same age should not be the opponents of these three people.

Not wanting to suffer futile casualties, the Master of the Martial Arts sighed and said, "May I ask how His Holiness can guarantee that you will not break your word?"

The Holy Venerable sneered, waved his hand and asked people to take out two jade silks, and then clearly wrote the agreement between the two parties on it, and finally signed his name at the place of payment, and handed it to the master of the precepts: "After signing the name, you and I will each take a copy, and you can send someone down the mountain immediately to announce the world, so that the world knows about this competition between you and me, so you can rest assured, right?"

Master Bujie didn't reach out to pick up the jade silk, but just glanced at the landless lama and Master Honghai in the crowd, and said, "Please also ask these two masters to sign your names as well to show your consent." ”

The Landless Lama and Master Honghai glanced at the Most Holy Venerable, who nodded, and then stepped forward to sign their names one by one.

After everything was ready, the master of Bujie signed and did not hand over the jade silk to others to take down the mountain, but summoned a male goose from a group of geese flying high in the sky, tied the jade silk to his feet, and let him rejoin the wild goose team with the jade silk and slowly fly west.

"Okay, the agreement has been signed, without further ado, let's start immediately, the rules are very simple, a total of three games, each side is only allowed to send one person, the age must not exceed thirty, in the process of the competition, the first to fall to the ground, or the person who opens his mouth to beg for mercy loses, two wins in three games, how about it, don't quit, do you have any objections?" The Holy Venerable said lightly.

The master of the non-ring thought about it and felt that this set of rules was quite fair, so he nodded in acquiescence.

And so right away, the first game was about to begin.

In order to show his demeanor, this time the Holy Venerable Fang sent someone first, only to see a young monk come out from behind Master Honghai and slowly walk to Taichung.

Master Honghai is the first master of the Dongying Shingon Sect, he was a ninja before he became a monk, and the ninjutsu has reached the realm of supernatural transformation.

The monk who participated in this battle was obviously a disciple of Master Honghai, and since he was his disciple, he must also have ninjutsu and mantra powers.

Ninjutsu is an extremely strong concealment technique, and Mantra is an extremely sharp sound wave.

The master knows the power of these two martial arts, and knows that if you want to break the ninjutsu, you must have excellent insight, and this insight is not an ordinary visual observation, but a sensitivity to the faint breath, which requires that the person sent by us must have a very strong five senses.

If you want to deal with the Truth, you have to start with defense, because the attack of the sound wave is invisible, and it may shoot from all directions at any time, which requires the responder to have a super defensive ability to resist the attack of the Truthword.

The world says that the world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, but it is not a fool's errand, because there are really a lot of Shaolin masters.

To break the ninjutsu, the master of non-precept immediately thought of the Immeasurable Heart Sutra.

The Immeasurable Heart Sutra cultivates a person's five senses, and if you practice to the extreme, nothing in the world can escape the eyes of the cultivator's heart.

To carry the truth and make a decision, there are golden bell jars and iron cloth shirts, and cultivators can cultivate to a pair of gold and iron bones, which can block all sharp blades.

But the problem now is that among the young disciples of Shaolin, those who have cultivated the Immeasurable Heart Sutra to a certain level have not practiced the Golden Bell Jar and other external hard qigong at all, and there is no one who can know the Immeasurable Heart Sutra among those who practice the Outer Family Skill.

Thinking of this, the master of the non-ring glanced at Miaoxin, and thought to himself, is it necessary to send Miaoxin in the first game?

Just when the master of the non-precept was very entangled in his heart, the Dongying monk who had already played in advance used his internal strength and shouted: "In Xia Zhitong, I don't know which one is willing to give advice." ”

The sound is loud and reverberates over the monastery for a long time.

The pure internal force shown by this shout has far exceeded the imagination of the master of the undisciplined.

He scolded secretly, thinking that the other party was prepared, and the people sent out were the elites of the elites of each faction, it was easy to say, only three people came out, but in fact, this competition was a Buddhist master who resisted the whole world with the power of Shaolin Temple.

You can't lose the first game, you can't lose it, and winning one game is also a game.

So Master Bujie gritted his teeth, glanced at Miaoxin, and said, "Miaoxin, go and learn the master's tricks of Zhitong." ”

Miaoxin nodded slightly, tiptoe a little, only to smell a gust of wind blowing through the crowd, and a dashing figure has appeared in front of Zhitong.

"Yo, Shaolin is really full of talents, and as soon as he makes a move, he is directly the chief disciple, Zhitong, I envy you a little. Seeing Miao Xin on the field, the young Tianzhu monk who had previously hit the empty string severely smiled at Zhitong.

"Senior Brother Taijian, the younger brother is embarrassed to enjoy it first. Zhitong turned to Taijian and smiled.

The two sang and harmonized, and the Shaolin disciples had already heard the contempt from it, and they clenched their fists one by one and glared angrily.

But Miaoxin still looked calm, quietly waiting for the two to finish speaking, Zhitong turned to face him again before he folded his hands, and shouted a Buddha trumpet: "I hope Senior Brother Zhitong will be merciful, please." ”

Seeing this scene, the master nodded with satisfaction, thinking that it was right to send Miaoxin in the first game, and before the fight started, Miaoxin's performance showed Shaolin's extraordinary bearing, which was better than the other party.

But then we got to business.

I saw that after the monk Zhitong responded to Miaoxin's words with a smile, he suddenly disappeared in place, and everyone present turned their heads to find Zhitong's figure.

But Miao Xin didn't make as much fuss as the crowd around him, and he kept smiling on the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly came from behind Miaoxin, and when the sound reached Miaoxin's ears, a faint movement suddenly appeared in the air and reached his heart almost at the same moment.

This is the Shingon Dharma's Truthful Judgment.

Formless, colorless, invincible mantra.

But Miaoxin didn't move, because he was the personal disciple of Master Buyue, the host of Shaolin, and the senior brother of Shaolin, a thousand-year-old temple, he couldn't hide, and he didn't need to hide.