On the seventh day of the fourth lunar month, the Buddhist bathing ceremony.

A large number of practitioners gathered in front of the main hall of Xiao Leiyin Temple.

The grand and number of participants in this Buddhist Bathing Festival is the highest in a century.

More than 4,000 ascetic practitioners, the open space in the main hall of the Little Leiyin Temple could no longer accommodate them. The competition of this Dharma Assembly used "talismans" to determine the opponents and set up arenas on sixteen peaks respectively. The competition of "volunteness" has nothing to do with force. You only need to use your "spirit" to control the stone statues. The duel of volunteerism can be quickly distinguished.

Crescent Mountain.

Song Yiren pushed open the bamboo door of the bamboo building and yawned a big yawn. He tidied up his clothes and came to Ning Yi's bamboo building. Just as he put his finger at the door to knock, the bamboo door opened "stop" -

Song Yiren was a little surprised.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at Ning with a rosy complexion, and frowned and coughed, "Will it come here unfortunately? What good thing has happened?"

The girl's face was red and she pinched Ning Yi's sleeves.

Ning Yi looked at the guy with anger and said, "It's not a good thing to see you."

Song Yiren was a little embarrassed.

"Where is Miss Cinnabar?" Ning Yi picked up the thin snow and tied it around his waist. During the three days he lived in Mingsha Mountain, he had a very good rest. He was also a cultivator and needed to sleep. He had a long journey and his soul was tense. Rest here was both quiet and peaceful... The tight string finally relaxed.

"She got up early and arranged a ritual meeting."

Song Yiren rubbed his eyes, "The sixteen peaks were all set up to guard the cultivators in the back realm, and the surrounding areas of Mingsha Mountain need to be closely controlled... The competition of the Dharma Assembly lasted for several days until the winner was decided, and it should not be taken lightly."

While the two talked, the sound of opening the door came from the bamboo building that had been quiet next to them.

The skylark was wearing a clean linen monk's robe, and his energy and spirit were restored to a very full state.

The little monk slowly came to the bamboo building and bowed, "I have met Mr. Ning, Miss Pei... Thank you for your hospitality with Senior Brother Jinglian."

In the Eastern Land, these ascetics generally do not call their names directly, but will call each other a Dharma name.

Song Yiren's Dharma name is "Jinglian"... The sky plague is not unfamiliar with this Dharma name. Mr. Jinglian is a famous "lucky man" in Buddhism. He must rely on this gentleman to be able to live in a pure land like Crescent Mountain.

“How about rest?”

Song Yiren smiled, "Ning Yi said you will make a big splash at this Dharma Assembly, I am looking forward to it."

The lark smiled embarrassedly, and he said softly: "The little monk does his best."

The carriage was already waiting aside.

The four of them got into the carriage, and Song Yiren continued: "Can the ghost cultivator in the East Realm really lurk in Mingsha Mountain? If there are really ghost cultivators, can the anger and resentment be hidden so deeply?"

In the past three days, the two bamboo buildings have been discussing how to "borrow fire" plans for the East.

For Song Yiren, bathing in Buddhism is an important step for him to prove himself to Song Que, and he must not make mistakes.

For Ning Yi, in the "borrowing fire" incident, tracing out the true intention of "shadow" is more important than suppressing Liuli Mountain in the East.

"This matter is hard to say. According to the sixteen directions we discussed before, the small Zhoutian formation will be laid out in the sixteen directions, and then the Dharma Assembly will begin, and outsiders will no longer be violated by external forces." Ning Yi leaned his fingers and said slowly: "Mr. Song Que really won't come to Mingsha Mountain?"

Song Yiren shook her head, "Now Dongtu is in a time of trivial matters. If he could come, how could the East Realm Deducer dare to have evil thoughts?"

Ning Yi fell silent.

If Song Que could get here in person, he would not have sent his son here.

The skylark sitting in the car was a little confused. He listened to the conversation between Ning Yi and Song Yiren, and seemed to realize some "crisis".

The little monk murmured: "I heard what the two gentlemen mean... I mean, this Dharma Assembly may be unexpected?"

Pei Lingsu patted Ning Yi on the shoulder and signaled him not to ask these things in front of Yunli, so as not to affect his mood.

She said softly: "No need to worry, we have everything. There will be no surprises."

Yun Li pursed her lips and said a little uneasy: "The 'Falling Geese Formation' in Mingsha Mountain is famous all over the world. Uncle Ju Xing held the eyes of the 'Falling Geese Formation' in his hand. Does anyone dare to spy on it?"

The falling geese formation...

When the Little Leiyin Temple was built, a living Bodhisattva was proficient in the formation and set up this formation here. If the formation was started, then within the radius of the Songsha Mountain, birds could not fly within the formation, and they would be as powerful as a vajra.

Those who hold the formation will receive the blessing of "worldly speed" within the formation.

With just one thought, you can reach almost any place in the formation.

Ning Yi and Song Yiren looked at each other.

This is what the two are worried about... After the Zen law showdown, the position of the Buddhist son is decided. According to the rules, Master Juxing will hand over the eye of the "falling goose formation".

If Lu Zi Daoxun wins.

Then the situation is not good.

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Sixteen Taoist temples were held for competition. Because there were too many people, "talismans" were used. Several formation masters from Xiao Leiyin Temple were responsible for deducing the array of talismans. In the sixteen Taoist temples, each participant held a talisman, and the two talismans were a pair. Those who held the corresponding talismans were opponents. They fought with their will. There was only one chance, and the losers were eliminated.

Xiaoqianshan.

This is the temple of Skylark.

The carriage transporting the "Stone Statue of Xiaoxun Temple" came to the dojo together with the Skylark. The top of Xiaoqian Mountain was extremely open. The dojo was separated and thirty-two are divided into rings. The formation master triggered the "talisman" in order. The talisman in his hand had a sense of the sensation and then came to the ring to fight the enemy.

There were more than 4,000 people in total.

Sixteen peaks were divided.

Each mountain peak has more than thirty rings. In this way, today's primary election only requires eight duels in each ring to end... It seems "easy", but in fact, a large amount of differentiation work still consumes a lot of manpower in Xiao Leiyin Temple.

The ascetic practitioner who carries the power of vows comes to Xiaoqie Mountain early.

This Buddhist bathing ceremony was held in the context of this "Zen law dispute". If it can "stand out", it will inevitably attract the attention of Lingshan... It is precisely because of this that it has attracted a large number of "masters".

Above the high platform of Xiaoqie Mountain, overlooking the thirty-two arenas.

As Song Yiren "Jinglian", it was really easy to get such a seat in this little Leiyin Temple... In fact, the four of them had already separated when they stepped into the radius of Xiaoqian Mountain.

It was proposed by Skylark.

Because of the special identity of "Jinglian", if you enter the market with you, it will attract a lot of attention... Yunqiu does not like this feeling. He does want to "make a big splash" here, but it is definitely not because of "Ning Yi" or "Jinglian".

If you can bathe in Buddhism, you will be seen... then there is only one reason.

His soul art is strong enough.

"The showdown at the Buddhist Dharma Assembly...is related to the power of vows accumulated by the stone statue itself, and also to the 'soul' of the practitioner." Song Yiren crossed his legs and said lightly: "The strength of the soul of the skylark is completely in proportion to his age. Unless Lingshan is blind, such a genius will never be buried."

In the dojo, one duel after another is in progress.

Most of the ascetics who come to Mingsha Mountain have the same purpose...prove themselves.

Then it was discovered by Lingshan.

But there is a very cruel reality here.

Lingshan wouldn't see them at all.

Not just because they aren't dazzling enough.

Moreover, because... there is no big man in Lingshan who will pay attention to these people.

More than 4,000 people.

Even if it can really attract attention, it is only in the last few rounds, with only a dozen people.

Before the competition begins, most ascetics with dreams and fanaticism... will stop in the first round.

The rattle was holding the "talisman" in his hand, and his breathing was a little rapid. The boy who was out for the first time stood alone in the venue. There were all kinds of monks beside him, either with hideous faces or silent words. The Dongtu territory was mixed with fish and dragons. It was an unattainable ambition for many people... These casual cultivators have essentially broken away from their "compassion" and survived in remote wilderness. In order to survive, they would also kill people, and this murderous aura cannot be covered up.

The next game is the Skylark.

His eyes were fixed on a thin monk in the distance, who also had three accomplices... One of them happened to be on the ring.

These four people seemed quite "conspicuous" on the crowded venue. They were surrounded by several feet of purity, and no one dared to approach them... because of the strong and unconcealed "evil spirit" on their bodies.

Standing on the stage was a fat-headed man with a fair face and a kind look. Looking at his face alone, he was completely different from the three companions below the stage. Instead, he looked like a living Bodhisattva from an authentic Buddhist background.

However...this is not the case.

In front of him was a middle-aged monk. After the two of them took the stage to salute, they looked at each other and there was no movement.

It seemed as quiet as a mountain, but in fact it had already been trapped in the battle between "wish power" and "soul"... The fat headed man kept smiling, and after dozens of breaths, the middle-aged monk's robe began to tremble violently. A blood-colored pattern suddenly cracked between his eyebrows, and his whole body was like a sculpture, which was dry to the extreme and cracked, and cracked like a spider-web-like cracks bloomed.

The fat head Tuo was still smiling, and his eyes had already returned to "clearing".

After crushing his soul, he pulled out.

He had won this duel...but he did not let go, but continued to manipulate his divine thoughts and completely "destroy" this man who was far inferior to himself!

There was a "bang".

The middle-aged monk squirted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes completely dissipated. The stone statue placed on the ring suddenly cracked, and his whole person was like a stone statue, his soul was broken, and his Taoist wounds were hard to heal. He stepped back step by step, and he was bleeding from seven orifices, his face was covered with blood, and his expression was calm, and he sat down with his hands folded and crossed.

Fatto Tuo felt a little regretful. He looked at the formation master who was responsible for judging the outcome. After receiving a positive nod, he waved his hand and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to strangle with his soul.

At the same time, a young man in green rushed to climb up the ring and came to the middle-aged monk. He cried out with a "wow" and called out to his master several times, but did not respond.

The soul ruptures, this is the worst injury.
To be continued...