In the winter, when the weather was short and the bad Taoist leader returned to his residence at dusk, the National Preceptor's Office finally selected the top three as Southern Shaolin Yuantong, Northern Shaolin Jueyan, and Great Buddhist Monk Mingwu.

The three monks' Taoism is unpredictable. There are nine temples and eighteen courtyards in Southern Shaolin. Each temple and each courtyard has thousands of monks. To stand out among them is the depth of Buddhism and Taoism. Monk Yuantong's zazen skills have reached the pinnacle. "Nine Temples"

"Lotus Sleeves", "One Finger Zen", and "Eighteen Arhat Palms" are still fresh in Taoist Master's memory.

There are three temples and five temples in Northern Shaolin. Although the number is small, the scale is huge. There are two or three temples on the top of an ancient temple in the south. The difference is that the mountains in the south are steep and the temples are scattered, while the land in the north is wide and the roads are wide, making it easy to expand the temples.

Northern Shaolin emphasizes hard skills, kicks, and surprisingly powerful punches and kicks. It specializes in Buddhist classics such as "Twelve Spring Kicks", "Arhat Fist", and "Vajra Finger".

Southern Shaolin focuses on internal cultivation of alchemy, Northern Shaolin focuses on external cultivation of Kung Fu, and the Great Buddha Temple is the most casual. Years of hard training stimulates one's own potential, and they believe in the hard truth that "it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books."

The three monks represented the top Buddhist dharma in the three parties, especially the bitter monk Mingwu, who put great pressure on Zhao Zhengli.

When Director Zhao returned to his residence, the sisters of the Bi family were still warming themselves by the fireplace. Each of the two sisters held a copy of "Laughing in the Red Dust" and wiped their tears while reading it. They did not notice that the evil director had returned home.

Zhao Zhengli sat next to the two girls, holding his chin and looking at the two pictures of "Beauty with Tears". This book of love, hate, love and resentment had deprived them of many tears of bitterness. He cried while reading it, and continued to read it even after crying.

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Perhaps because he didn't want the bad Taoist priest to see the joke, the Bi sisters went back to their houses sobbing. Zhao Zhengli looked at the two sisters' buttocks getting rounder and plumper, and gently slapped his own leg. Unfortunately, the texture was very different from the plump buttocks.

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Daochang Zhao rested alone for a while, then returned to the house in boredom. The maids consciously warmed the house in advance and prepared hot water, aromatherapy and other items.

After washing up, I went to bed to rest. The bedding was warm and had a faint fragrance. This was because the maids had set up a hand stove to warm the bed in advance. The sealed charcoal fire in a porcelain jar could keep the temperature warm for a long time during the long night.

The male servant couldn't understand; if the natural bed heater was left unused by the maids, why would they waste charcoal fire and a hand stove? Although the female maids also wanted to warm the bed for the handsome and fair priest, they did not dare to take the initiative to ask for their needs. Only the Bi family sisters

Knowing that this white-faced Taoist Priest is a prude, if they really need a bed-warming maid, they have been working there for half a year, but the handsome Taoist Priest is just not interested. I don’t know if it’s because of his profound abstinence or because his body has no skills!

The snow stopped the next day, and the surface of the snow was frozen extremely hard. The martial arts arena at the Outer East City Gate was filled with people early, many times more than yesterday, because every year the three saints assessment in the temple is the finals on the second day, and it is full of things to watch.

, today not only the common people and business travelers from inside and outside the capital came, but also monks and traveling monks, as well as sects and sects from far away who came here in admiration.

Changle Mansion, a gambling house, has also added several venues, and today is destined to be a horde of gamblers as usual.

The top three in the Confucian Academy are Fang Na, Yu Bo, and Cai Xun.

The top three in the Tianshi Mansion are Zhao Zhengli, Zhang Baishan, and Song Maoling.

In front of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, the top three are from far away, enlightened, and enlightened.

The nine people are firmly in each camp. Anyone who comes out of the world can dominate below the Grand Master. But today, the nine people can only stay in the top three. You can imagine how fierce the battle is.

Zhao Zhengli doesn't like to be in the limelight, but the conditions offered by the court are too tempting. The first-class and fourth-class people are paid, and the second and third-class people are also treated as fifth-class and follow-up fifth-class people. This is a proper high official outside the capital. Even if he has no real power, he is still hanging around.

This title is enough to overwhelm a large number of officials. The most important thing is the standard court treatment. How can he not be tempted!

It is not unreasonable to seek wealth through risk.

Before the competition even started, the gamblers started to go crazy. Thousands and tens of thousands of real money were placed in bets. Of course, they were all gold and silver bills. The stacks were eye-catching, but they could only be jealous because there were hundreds of forbidden troops nearby.

The guards are guarding the household department on the other side.

Several of the officials set up the abacus to collect taxes on the spot, and the officials happily slapped the abacus, which made the stewards of Changle Pavilion feel pain in their hearts, and the ten golds were taken away from the nine levels. After all, they became money launderers.

Fortunately, the court left some soup for him.

At Chen time, the gong for the finals was sounded again by the old emperor. In the first game, Yu Bo from the Confucian Academy faced off against the bitter monk Ming Wu from the Warring States Division. The two came on stage and each performed their own unique skills. Yu Bo's huge brush was sprayed in the air, and the soft tip of the pen cut out billowing truth.

The air was like thick ink splashed, twisting the air, and headed towards the bitter monk Mingwu at an alarming speed.

Monk Mingwu didn't flinch or dodge at all. He chanted the Buddhist Dharma, lunged and punched out a golden fist. The fist of zhenqi gradually became larger with the distance, and finally it was three meters high. It directly smashed the zhenqi hit that was splashed by the writing brush in the aftermath, and flew it in the air.

It makes a cracking sound.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed. They all used their own special skills in the first move, but what happened next?

The bitter monk Mingwu held a wooden Zen staff and turned it into countless afterimages on the spot. He took the initiative to attack Yubo. Yubo did not flinch. He rotated the brush in the air to hold the flowers. The huge disc of true energy was like a sharp blade cutting across the rushing Kulan.

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Monk Mingwu's figure remained unchanged and he drew the wooden staff into the air. The golden Buddha pattern directly destroyed the disc of true energy. At that time, the monk had already arrived in front of Yu Bo. He frowned and punched Yu Bo. A monk and a Confucian were fighting in an instant.

They formed a ball, and their fists, feet, and palms all contained true energy. Every collision made a harsh sound of metal, causing the snow in the martial arts field to collapse and the soil to tremble.

The gap gradually emerged after dozens of moves in close combat. Confucianism was good at deducing the transformation of the true energy, but was not good at fighting at close range, and the disadvantages in the aftermath gradually emerged. The bitter monk Mingwu majored in the painstaking meditation and the suffering body meditation, and his fists, kicks and kicks were extremely tough.

The punches and palms were swinging harder and harder.

The people watching could see that his fists and kicks were fierce and powerful. Yu Bo managed to distance himself from him and decided to attack from a distance, but it was so difficult to escape. He gritted his teeth and resisted the attack, keeping a few meters away from the crazy monk, which made his palms hurt.

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He didn't pause at all, gathered all his strength and slashed through the air with the brush. A black blade appeared out of thin air, extremely lifelike, with a shining black light, and slashed in the direction of the brush. The corners of the bitter monk Mingwu's mouth slightly raised, and he held the wooden Zen staff in both hands to slash through the air.

With one finger, like an indestructible sharp cone, he directly broke the huge black blade, and only heard the sound of "click!" The metal broke.

Yu Bo was shocked and backed away, because the sharp cone transformed from the wooden Zen staff came towards him, and stopped abruptly half an inch away from him. Only because the bitter monk Mingwu stopped moving forward, and he took back the wooden Zen staff with an expressionless face. Yu Bo had a headache at the moment.

Sweat, the other party's Taoism is extremely profound, far beyond the middle level of his master. This is the most direct feeling of Yu Bo.

The onlookers watched the fight with great intensity, and the excitement of the fight was almost comparable to that between Zhao Zhengli and Yang Zhiming yesterday. The Taoism was brilliant, and the fists and kicks were wonderful. The laymen were watching the excitement, but the experts quietly learned their unique experience.

Yu Shangshu and his daughter sat quietly in the bureaucratic area, showing no emotion towards their defeated nephew and cousin, because many colleagues were casually observing the Minister of War with their peripheral vision.

Game 2: Cai Xun vs. Zhang Baishan.

Confucianism and Confucianism exchanged greetings without any hesitation, and a fight broke out instantly. Cai Xun held a double hook against Zhang Baiyi's silver spear. The two fought conservatively at first, and gradually revealed their cards one by one. Confucian Xueyuan Cai Xun used double hooks.

Draw a vast picture of mountains, shrouding Zhang Baishan in it, and the mountains where the true energy condenses

There is an additional figure holding a spear, it is the trapped Zhang Baishan. He is fighting hard in the mountains in the painting. There are countless giant beasts and monsters. Everyone outside can only see blood splattered in all directions on the mountain map where the true energy is condensed.

The mountains and rivers flowed into rivers, soaking the entire canvas in red. Zhang Bai's clothes were ragged and there was countless blood.

Just when everyone thought he had no hope of breaking through, a silver spear pierced the mountain map where the true energy was condensed. Cai Xun was bitten and bled. He watched Zhang Baishan walk out like a demon in the painting, with long hair disheveled and stained with blood.

The mountain map seemed to be torn apart and shattered into pieces of paper with a hiss!

The people present took a breath, the scene in the painting actually existed? So isn't it true that the true energy of Confucian Academy condenses all things?

Zhang Baishan's eyes were bloodshot, his body was covered with broken robes, and he was approaching Cai Xun with a gun, like a demon emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The two fought again. Zhang Baishan danced "Wudang Marksmanship" wildly and fought with Cai Xun's condensed twelve zodiac beasts. They also pushed the twenty-four days of the Gang and the seventy-two earth evils to the extreme, with a series of Taoist rhymes in every move.

, the two qi of yin and yang depend on each other, directly transforming Cai Xun's various true qi into the two qi of yin and yang.

Cai Xun was shocked; he could hardly fully use his Qi to take shape.

According to "Wudang Chronicles", there are twelve Heavenly Gangs missing in these twenty-four days. If the thirty-six Heavenly Gangs are completed, the Yin and Yang two qi deduced by the Tao Yun can directly form the Yin and Yang fish, transform the four images, and perform the Eight Diagrams, almost breaking the law together.

All methods.

Cai Xun was unable to use his true energy to transform several times, and his mood was damaged. Zhang Baishan put a gun to his throat, and that was the end.

The change of situation was astonishing. Zhang Baishan actually turned defeat into victory. At that time, he stood in the martial arts field with an extremely tall figure. Even the three saints in the temple were stunned. The Mufuzi was confused: "Wu Tian Gang Disha can actually defeat the evolution of true energy?"

Tianshi Zhao briefly pondered and concluded: "Perhaps when the Tiangang and Earth Evils are deduced to a certain level, there is a profound meaning of returning to nature, so the two qi of yin and yang appear. The two qi of yin and yang are one of the initial gases of heaven and earth, and they can naturally restrain the true qi."

Master Yuanyi touched his head: "Sir, did you find a treasure in Tianshi Mansion?"

Zhao Tianshi pressed his hands and said proudly: "Low-key, low-key!"

These words were extremely harsh to Mu Fuzi's ears. After losing two games in a row, he grunted and said nothing.

The old emperor was sipping snacks and tea in the high platform tent, watching the exciting fights below. He was extremely happy, because the three saints in the temple were all his emperor's bodyguards. The more powerful they were, the more powerful they could intimidate the court. He did not feel bored at all, and he was even energetic.

Cheer up!

In the third game, Song Maoling versus Northern Shaolin Jueyan.

One Buddha, one stick, one sword. Even after a hundred rounds of fighting, it is difficult to determine the winner. This is the most intense and long-lasting battle today. The North Shaolin "Twelve Spring Legs" versus the Tianshifu "Dragon, Elephant and Ten Thousand Spirits"

", smashing the martial arts field into a pit several meters deep, and the true energy was as endless as the vast ocean, becoming more and more fierce each time. Song Maoling's "One Sword to Ask the Immortal" directly opened dozens of meters of cracks in the martial arts field.

Northern Shaolin Jueyan was so shocked that his monk's robe was shattered, exposing his body made of copper and iron bones. His massive muscles like a coiled dragon made the women present scream with excitement.

The two fought more than a hundred moves in close quarters. The "Arhat Fist" and "Dragon and Tiger Duel" battles were inseparable. The martial arts field was already in disarray. Both of them were bleeding, but the more they fought, the fiercer they became. They performed dozens of stunts.

Countless times, fists and kicks were exchanged. Song Maoling's "Broken Sword Style" penetrated Jueyan's Vajra Finger, and the two of them each won half a move and were tied.

This is an unexpected ending, but also a reasonable ending.

Because the two men were so strong, they fought for more than an hour. Everyone who watched was dumbfounded and described this match as like a fight between gods, destroying the world and destroying the world. The dozens of meters deep pits are the best proof.

The draw made the banker smile, and he searched for gold and silver from all the gamblers, and directly recovered half of yesterday's losses.

In the fourth game, Zhao Zhengli played against the Southern Shaolin monk Yuantong.

The first thing that Daochang Zhao did was to walk towards the betting table, which made the steward of the banker's music hall twitch his eyelids.

Only one voice was heard: "I bet on Zhao Zhengli to win!"

The dealer quickly revealed the payout ratio, 0.5 to 1!

Daochang Zhao's eyes almost popped out: "So low?"

The steward of Changle Hall showed a profiteer smile: "Comprehensive research; Taoist priest's force is extraordinary, the bookmaker can only give this odds!"

Without saying a word, Zhao Zhengli took out a large stack of banknotes, totaling hundreds of thousands of taels, and placed them on the gambling table: "Push all the 300,000 banknotes!"

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The manager of Zhuangjiale Hall was stunned, and quickly wrote out the bet receipt. He would not lose 300,000 yuan even if he took 150,000 yuan, and there was still half a chance. Besides, there was no telling who would lose and who would win.

After saying this, the rest of the betting crowd followed suit, and for a while all the betting tables were betting that Zhao Zhengli would win!
Chapter completed!