When it comes to tide, the tide rises and falls.

Just as the green waterfall was constantly eroding, ten days passed in a flash.

Ten days later, the two Zen Temples faced west five thousand miles, and there was a tall mountain peak with a flat top. The peak was 1,300 feet high. The top of the mountain was a unique huge flat top with a circular platform in the middle. The eight trigrams of Yin and Yang fish were engraved on the platform, and it corresponded to the three stars under the belt of Orion. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered here, like a golden bowl pressed upside down on it, which was a martial arts conference platform that hurt the Thirteen Buddhist paths.

At that time, the young generations in the Buddhist temple and Taoist temple will take the stage, and the winners on this stage will receive the rewards given by thirteen Taos, Buddhas and the two together.

Thirteen paths, Buddhas, people circle around the opposite platform in an arc shape.

Among them, the monks in the Liangchen Temple and the Taoist priests in the Liangqing Temple were the main topics of discussion for the conference.

Before the people from both sides could reach the top of the mountain, some enthusiasts began to talk about who would win this conference.

The two monks from Wulong Temple looked at the huge platform in front of them, and felt a thrill in their hearts.

The bad senior brother with two beards said to the clean junior brother on the side, "Junior brother, have you seen it? This is the biggest annual ceremony of sadness. At that time, people with great prestige will be present."

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, can you see the Senior Sister Cai'er who is so obsessed with you today?" The junior brother raised his head naively and said something that made Senior Brother Xiaobei embarrassed.

Senior Brother Xiaomao glared at his junior brother, and then said coldly, "What do you mean by my dreams? We are a love affair for seven lifetimes. It's a pity that I have been born more than ten years in this life."

"By the way, Senior Brother, Senior Sister Cai'er's strength is very strong. According to the statement a while ago, she should have already achieved the seventh level of Tianxuan. Then the championship this time fell into the hands of Senior Sister Cai'er?" The little monk ignored the wretched daydream of Senior Brother Xiaomao, but asked the topic he was most concerned about.

Senior Brother Xiaomao smiled and said, "Hey, you're wrong. Although I also hope that my Cai'er can win, it's a pity that this year's competition is really surging."

"It is said that who in the two Zen temples... the madman has come out of seclusion this year. If Cai'er meets him, then who will die is still unknown." The bearded senior brother shook his head, with a worried look in his eyes.

The little monk was shocked, "Senior Brother, isn't this a simple competition? When did it actually rise to the level of life and death?"

"It's hard to say, that man is really a lunatic!" The beard shook his head, remembering some of the situations back then, he was still feeling a little scared.

"That senior brother, Senior Sister Cai'er, and the madman you said, are you more optimistic about madman?" the little monk continued to ask.

"I have to!" Xiaomousha shook his right hand. "If I see, the one who can really win is Qing.

In the Water Temple, who is riding a bull, who is mysterious in the sky, unparalleled in a hundred years, is naturally!"

Boom...

As he was talking, the entire sad ground shook again, and the entire flat top trembled.

Fortunately, the tremor was not very large, otherwise today's competition might have been temporarily put on hold.

The bearded senior brother grabbed the little brother's body, who was shaking left and right due to the earthquake, and then said in a deep voice, "Stay!"

The junior brother quickly smashed a thousand pounds to the ground, and then crossed his legs like an old monk entering into a meditation. After the vibration subsided, he let out a long breath, "This is really strange. I've really got to have an earthquake recently."

"Speak quietly, the two-Christian people are here." The bearded senior brother made a gesture of banning voice, and then set his eyes on the stairs at the edge of the Liangchen Temple. Then at the end of the steps, a man in a light monk's robe walked up with a very simple earthy smell on his body.

...It's really the team of the Two Zen Temples.

In the team, the abbot was the leader, followed by the master uncle, the second uncle, the third uncle and others, followed by the seven elite novice monks from the two Zen temples, led by Wang Ping, Yun Ye, Yun Shan and others. Three of the seven were disciples of the Third Academy.

Behind the three of them, there were Biping and Bi Bi with them. Tang Ming stood at the end, would he look at the unpromising uncle of the Seventh Master beside him who kept drinking and red.

After the team of the two Zen Temples reached the flat top, they sat down in the main position.

The abbot was the leader, and then the temple, the uncle, the little novice monk, etc. sat down one after another behind the abbot.

Shortly after the team of Liangchan Temple sat down, the team of Liangqingguan came up. The master took Xing Caier and was still kind and smiling before walking to the flat top. However, when he walked to the flat top and looked at the abbot, the smiling face became ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The disciples who were closer could even clearly hear the master's nasal sound.

The master said nothing, and took the team to sit next to Abbot Dajue without hesitation. Even though he didn't say a word, the feeling of tit-for-tat has already appeared on the paper.

Some time ago, I heard that the Master of Liangqingguan seemed to be a little unhappy with the abbot of Liangchan Temple. Today, I saw that it was indeed smelling of gunpowder all the time.

People with discerning eyes suddenly had a slight smacking tongue, most of which were like jokes.

"Oh, oh, these are all monks, how can this happen?" A somewhat untuning voice was transmitted with the sound of the cow's footsteps.

After the sound of the cowbells jingling, a green cow more than two meters tall appeared in front of everyone.

On the back of the green cow, there were two people sitting, one of the old monk holding the wine gourd, and the other holding the wine jar. Both of them were wearing patched clothes, which looked like two

The bald head was wearing two mops, very funny.

"Uh, tell you, this monk dare not be angry. He is going to break the precepts!" The monk sipped Shaanxi Pu and looked like he was garlic smelling.

The master smiled and opened his mouth without a smile, and then said, "It must be different from you. You can only drink wine and don't even need any temples."

"Hehe, what are you talking about?" Maybe it was because of the drinks that the old monk started to speak baldly.

"We, the temple is a little poor, so we brought a disciple here."

The Master and Abbot Dajue gave the monk a blank look. The temple was very poor, and it was obvious that all the money for indulgence and oil were used to drink wine. If you think that if you might be poor, you will be the green cow.

"Okay, okay, I've said so much, hurry up and make some room for you." As he said that, he didn't care whether Abbot Dajue and Master were willing or not, he directly directed the big green bull to sit down between the two.

However, the smell of the wine in the wine gourd made the index finger of the Seventh Master sitting beside Tang Ming twitch his index finger and kept looking at the wine gourd in the other party's hand. The two of them had a similar stinking.

"Oh!" Abbot Dajue shook his head and simply closed his eyes, but what he was thinking about at this time was not Abbot Shuiqing's annoyingness, but more of it was envy.

If he could live as freely as Abbot Qingshui, that would be great.

The people came almost the same. The Thirteenth Party members were already sitting here, but the atmosphere at the scene seemed a bit strange. For a long time, no one instructed the meeting to start or something.

Logically speaking, this kind of words is usually said by Monk Dajue, but Monk Dajue today has closed his eyes and rested from the beginning.

"Cough cough cough." The uncle of the prison coughed violently, and then said, "Senior brother, it's time to start."

Monk Dajue came to his senses, slowly stood up from the ground, and then said, "Okay, I'll announce now that the competition has officially begun!"

"The rule is that like in previous years, a temple or Taoist temple can be arranged to participate in the battle. The venue is the entire Pingding Mountain. All the disciples are fighting in Pingding Mountain. Finally, the people who have reached the top again have the final battle on the platform of Pingding Mountain." After Monk Dajue finished speaking, he pursed his dry lips, and followed the dazzling light of merit in his palm and fell on the battle platform. A huge golden finger pointed at the direction of the sun and landed the shadow on the battle platform.

"Now you are going. Only after twelve hours can those who can return to Pingding Mountain be able to participate in the finals." Monk Dajue said firmly.

Finally, Monk Dajue clasped his hands together again, and hundreds of merit lights shone on the participating disciples of the thirteen sects.

Under the illumination of the strong merit master light, the disciples of the thirteen sects were pushed out separately. In a blink of an eye, all the participating disciples were given merit.

The light pushed and disappeared directly on the flat top.

After doing all this, the abbot closed his eyes and sighed long, "Is it finally started? Maybe this is also the last martial arts competition."

What does it feel like to sit in the golden light of merit?

To be honest, it was like sitting in a narrow teleportation chamber, where you could not see the surrounding scenery, and the only thing you could feel was the fact that you were indeed far away from the flat top.

Looking at the merit light wrapped in front of him, Tang Ming suddenly frowned, "Wait, the rule of the competition is to return to Pingding Mountain, and you are qualified to participate in the finals. If you say that, wouldn't it be that you would fall to the ground early, and you would be able to return to Pingding Mountain early."

Tang Ming's mouth immediately raised a smile. It would take some effort for others to remove the golden light of merit, but Tang Ming was different. At this moment, Tang Ming pressed his hands on the golden light of merit. On his hands, a powerful suction force burst out. Under this extremely powerful suction force, the seemingly solid but invincible light of merit suddenly became empty, and then it completely shattered and turned into golden light in the sky. Tang Ming's body fell down in the vertical direction.

(End of this chapter)
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