Chapter 1939 Ritual
"Nothing!" Xiao Hua popped out three words from his mouth, turned and walked towards the donkey cart that Yuan Ya had brought over.
"Hey..." Xiao Jian suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and also followed Xiao Hua quickly, the gaze that looked at the mountain gate of Xiaojin Temple was the same as looking at his own home.
It was only half a cup of tea, Xìng Kong and Xìng Min from Yunlin Temple, and ten monks from Xiaojin Temple stepped onto the ring. The ten monks sat cross-legged on the ring, holding a wooden fish in their hands, tapping lightly with one hand and single-handedly with the other. Put your palms up in front of your chest, and mutter something in your mouth. Following the recitation of these monks, a faint Buddha's light emanated from the entire arena, and the Buddha's light gradually transformed into the shape of a lotus.
"Amitabha~" the good men and women under the ring cried out in horror!
At the moment when the lotus was formed, clouds appeared under the feet of Xìng Kong and Xìng Min above the ring. Both of them soared into the air, clapped their hands, and took out two purple gold bowls from their sleeves. Next, two beams of Buddha's light rushed out from the bowl, like beams of light flying into the air. "Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!" The two monks proclaimed the Buddha's name, made mudras with their hands, and struck the alms bowl. The alms bowl made a roaring sound, and the beams of Buddha's light trembled and intertwined in mid-air. Slowly, one The image of the Buddha with a size of several feet and benevolent eyes was born in mid-air!
"Buddha bless~" Seeing a huge Buddha standing in front of me with lotus feet on his feet, many villagers dared not stand up any more.
"Hmph, Junfeng. See it!" Mo Jianli said coldly, "This is demagoguery. The Buddhist sect has done more Confucianism than me! If we want to drive the Buddhist sect from the Hidden Immortal Continent, we must Drive them out of people's hearts first!"
"Yes, I understand!" Zhu Junfeng replied in a low voice with worry on his face.
The Buddha standing on lotus feet stayed in mid-air for a full meal, and then turned into thousands of fluorescent lights and sprinkled around the ring, Xìng Chen's voice was extremely flat: "Amitabha, this is me Sending grace, the nectar of the world, but whoever gets this thing is related to my Buddha, born with good roots!"
"Buddha bless, my Buddha is merciful!" In an instant, everyone went crazy, almost reaching out to catch the falling Buddha's light! The scene under the entire arena was extremely dangerous.
"Keng..." Amidst the thousands of Buddha lights, there was a sound of golden spears, and more than a hundred students from the Changsheng Academy scattered around the ring waved their hands at the same time, and pulled out the long swords from their backs, one by one. Stimulate the very weak true energy. This sword energy was originally weak, but hundreds of students mobilized it at the same time, and the scene was magnificent. The sword energy was like a song, and it split thousands of Buddha lights, and even shattered the fanaticism of thousands of people.
"Go~" Seeing this, Zhu Junfeng clapped his hands on the back, and the flying sword rushed into the air like a rainbow. At the same time, Qiu Jian, Li Moming and Ji Dong did not neglect, and the three flying swords followed Zhu Junfeng's The swords flew out, and the four flying swords were on the ring, like a swimming dragon, setting off bursts of turbulent waves, and when the light of the swords spread all over the air, the more than a hundred flying swords made a strong sound of sword cries at the same time, soaring into the sky They stood up and surrounded the four flying swords as if they were flying together.
Immediately, the four flying swords danced in the air with four flying swords, and thousands of people under the ring were fascinated by it.
"Go~" But after hearing Mo Jianli's soft reprimand, Zhu Junfeng and the other four rushed up into the air, landed on the flying swords, waved their hands, and hundreds of flying swords turned into fishes in the midair of the ring. Watching Zhu Junfeng and the other four swimming around, Mo Jianli waved his hand, and a scarlet gourd the size of a fist appeared in his hand,
As Mo Jianli mobilized his energy, the whole gourd produced a crimson brilliance, and that crimson brilliance melted into thousands of mist when it entered the air, and the mist evaporated, gradually covering almost every place in the midair , "Wow..." There is a soft sound, like rolling a bead curtain, and a "Ge Ge" chuckle, like beads falling on a jade plate, but seeing the passing of the breeze, the mist is lifted, and brilliant brilliance emerges from the mist, a A fairyland unimaginable by ordinary people appeared in mid-air...
Ten thousand beams of golden light are rolling red neon, and thousands of auspicious qi are spraying purple mist. I saw a gate of heaven, green and sinking, made of colored glaze; bright bright, made of precious jade. Isn't it the legendary Nantianmen?
Look at the dozens of Marshals of Zhentian placed on both sides of the Nantian Gate, one of them leaning on the beam and supporting the pillars, holding his millet and supporting him; there are more than a dozen golden-armored gods on the four sides, each holding a halberd and a whip, holding a knife and a sword. The exterior is fine, but the interior is astonishing. In the inner wall, there are several large pillars with golden scales and red bearded dragons wrapped around them;
Looking inside the Nantian Gate, the bright clouds shone brightly in the sky, and the blue mist covered the mouth. On the birthday stage, there are thousands of famous flowers that will not be unloaded; beside the medicine refining furnace, there are thousands of embroidered grasses that contain evergreen. In front of the pilgrimage building again, the crimson gauze clothes are shining with stars; the hibiscus crown is resplendent and resplendent. Jade hairpin and pearl shoes, gold medal with purple ribbon. When the golden bell strikes, the Sancao gods enter the alchemy; when the heavenly drum sounds, the king of the Wansheng dynasty joins the immortal emperor. I also saw a treasure hall in zhōngyāng, with gold nails gathered in jade households, and colorful phoenixes dancing among Zhumen. The corridors of the complex roads are exquisitely carved everywhere; there are three eaves and four clusters, with layers of dragons and phoenixes flying. On the top there is a majestic purple, bright face, round and bright, with a big golden gourd top; below is a fan of the concubine hanging in the palm, and the jade girl holding the fairy scarf. The vicious, palm-facing general; the high-spirited, escorting Xianqing. In the middle, in the glass tray, put many layers of Taibai Dan; in the agate bottle, insert a few crooked coral trees. It is like a foreign object in the heavenly palace, and there is nothing like him in the world. Jinque, Yinluan and Zifu, Qihua Yaocao and Qiongqiao. Passing by the altar of Wang Yutu, the ginseng holy gold flew to the ground. (The above are all for reference, not original by Tanhua)
Not only the thousands of people from Changsheng Town near the ring are stunned, the corners of their mouths are drooling, even Xiao Hua is also dumbfounded, this kind of Immortal Wonderland is far from being owned by ordinary cultivation sects!
"Hey, senior..." Xiao Jian's voice sounded next to Xiao Hua's ear, "This is where Confucianism Cultivator Immortal Palace is located! All kinds of things in it... who knows if it is true or not? The left and right don't know who has been to Immortal Palace of!"
"Oh, so that's the case!" Xiao Hua came to a sudden, this so-called Immortal Palace has nothing to do with him, and he doesn't know if he can go there in this life. Then he looked at the far side of the arena, inside Fozong's shed. At this time, Xìng Chen also had an ugly complexion. The reason why he said a few words in a low voice was to heighten the atmosphere and let everyone loot the so-called Buddha's light. These people show that they are predestined with the Buddha, and they will also be pilgrims of Xiaojin Temple in the future. He didn't expect such a big chaos, of course, he didn't care about the chaos! What he cared about was that his Buddha light was completely shattered by Confucianism cultivator's sword light, which was a naked slap in the face.
Xingchen, who was still thinking about how to deal with Mo Jianli of Chongyunzong, had already made a decision at this time.
As if feeling something, Mo Jianli turned his head slightly and looked at Xìng Chen, "Amitabha~" Xìng Chen clasped his hands together, with a deep smile on his face.
The Immortal Palace stayed in mid-air for half an hour, and the scenes inside were like revolving lanterns, whether they were celestial maidens, or immortals, or immortals, birds, beasts, all of them should be seen in the dreams of ordinary people. , when everyone was dreaming like a dream, all the mist slowly fell and was collected into the gourd in Mo Jianli's hand, and all the illusion disappeared without a trace, only more than a hundred flying swords still overflowed. air...
"Eternal Life Academy wishes the Great Ceremony of Immortals and Buddhas a complete success..." The hundred and ten students shouted in unison again, the voice echoed resoundingly in the mid-air of the Xiaojin Temple along with the true energy of all the students, mixed with the whistling sword cry The voice is really awe-inspiring.
After Mo Jianli and others fell from mid-air, the hundred-mouthed flying sword flew back to the hands of many students. Zen Master Mingyue appeared on the ring and waved his hand, "The ceremony of the Immortal Buddha Ceremony is over, now The competition that all benefactors are looking forward to is about to start, and this competition involves the fate of the Xiaojin Temple! I don’t know if my Xiaojin Temple will still exist in Changsheng Town after this battle, the poor monk is really worried!"
"Xiaojin Temple must win, Master Mingyue must win!!" Someone shouted, and dozens of people shouted immediately, and the whole scene began to boil again.
Zhu Junfeng frowned. It is said that the key to this battle is Xiaojin Temple and Jiang Chaoguan, and has nothing to do with his Changsheng Academy, but I don't know if it has other meanings, which makes him very unhappy.
The voices under the ring came one after another, which made Zen Master Mingyue very excited, "Thank you for your blessings, the poor monk will go all out and will not disappoint the benefactors!"
Then, Zen Master Mingyue said again: "My Xiaojin Temple is the host of the Immortal Buddha Ceremony here, and the order of the competition list will be announced first by the poor monk."
Saying that, Zen Master Mingyue recited the list of Xiaojin Temple, it was: Jianzheng, Jianping, Jianshan, Mingfa, Mingcheng, Xìngkong, Xìngmin, Xìngfan and Xìngchen!
After finishing speaking, Zen Master Mingyue looked down the ring, and raised his voice, "Xiao Jian, Taoist Priest Xiao Jian of Jiangchao Temple, can you come out with the name list of Jiangchao Temple?"
"Haha, I can only see three people in Jiang Chao, it's really simple!" Xiao Jian said loudly, "The first one to appear is the villain Yuan Ya, the second is naturally Xiao Hua, Fellow Daoist Xiao, and the last is the poor Taoist!"
"Oh? Xiao Hua..." Both Mo Jianli and Xìng Chen looked at Xiao Hua, how could they not know Xiao Jian's wishful thinking? Xiao Hua should be the one with the highest cultivation base of Jiang Chaoguan, as long as he is undefeated, Xiao Jian, who is average in skill, does not need to appear.
"Where is Changsheng Academy?" Zen Master Mingyue also despised Xiao Jian in his heart, and looked up at Zhu Junfeng.
In fact, according to Zhu Junfeng's arrangement, the four seniors from Chongyun Sect didn't have to be all involved, at least Mo Jianli and Mr. Mo didn't have to take action. But after hearing Xiaojin Temple's arrangement, even Xìng Chen made arrangements, how could Mo Jianli not make a move? (To be continued.)