On the ground below, a group of Qingwen disciples fell to the ground in pain, feeling the terrifying pressure coming from all around, and could not even raise their heads.

Zheng Shiyi turned around and walked out of the Qingwen Sect again. In the sky, the huge image of the thousand-eyed Thousand-Handed Troll slowly dissipated and turned into a stream of demonic energy and rushed into his body.

As the golem completely dissipated, the disciples of the Qingwen Sect around him raised their heads, looked at the golden Buddha that had already dissipated in the sky, and then looked backwards, and the pale slash on his face sitting on the ground, their hearts were shocked.

That was a mysterious sword, a higher generation than them. He was an existence with Zheng Shiyi's predecessor, the same generation as the Demon Cult's Love Demon and others. Now he was defeated so simply in front of Zheng Shiyi.

The terrifying demonic energy they even felt that they were all dead and had walked in hell for a while.

Now, the horror in my heart continues to emerge.

Zheng Shiyi, has he grown to this point?

As Zheng Shiyi, who was walking farther and farther away, seemed to disappear from his sight, suddenly spoke: "Although I can't see the cycle of reincarnation, there may be a way to find the cycle of reincarnation in the classics of my Qingwen Academy. Are you willing to observe it?"

After a word came, everyone around was stunned. When they turned around, they looked at Crazy in surprise.

This is the Qing Wenshu, and Zheng Shiyi is a member of the Demon Sect.

Anyone knows the relationship between the Qing Dynasty Cultural Cult and the Demon Cult. Now the Qing Dynasty Cultural Cult wants to open up the classics to Zheng Shiyi of the Demon Cult?

Zheng Shiyi stopped moving forward, turned around, nodded in the direction of ignorance, thanking him.

Everyone around was completely confused.

Looking at Zheng Shiyi walking towards the Sutra Library, for a long time, someone suddenly reacted and whispered: "We cannot pass Zheng Shiyi because we have insufficient cultivation and we are not good at practicing Buddhism. However, the countless scriptures left by our predecessors have supreme Buddhist teachings.

The abbot wanted to use this to convert Zheng Shiyi."

As soon as Zheng Shiyi entered the Sutra, he was completely immersed in the scriptures.

Time slowly flows by, and the Shenhou Conference is still in progress.

"Zheng Shiyi is about to appear."

"I heard that Zheng Shiyi has been in the Qing Wenshu division of the imperial city and has not yet come out."

"Zheng Shiyi's failure to come out means that it is equivalent to abstaining from power."

"That young master Bailong is really lucky. He can enter the next round without a competition!"

In the venue of the Shenhou Conference, there were a series of discussions, and many people's eyes fell on the man wearing white clothes and looking very thin.

The man listened to the voices of everyone below, looked down at the referee, and whispered: "I, Mr. Bailong, abstain!"

After saying that, he got up and walked towards the bottom of the ring.

Everyone around was stunned.

"What's going on? Why did you abstain?"

"Then Zheng Shiyi will not come to participate in the competition. He is still in the Qing Dynasty. This is like a free promotion opportunity. Why did he abstain from the right?

"Is he crazy?"

Bai Long listened to everyone's words, but walked out proudly. He knew that he only needed to wait for the competition to start before winning, because Zheng Shiyi would not appear.

But how could he, Bailong, want this victory?

It is rumored that their family has the blood of dragons.

Their family has their pride!

He disliked this victory!

Zheng Shiyi has been reading books of Buddhist scriptures. At first, he read very quickly, but slowly, he became slower and slower, but later on, his reading speed became faster and faster, and he read faster and faster!

For seven days, he had been reading Buddhism and scriptures.

Seven days later, he finally left the Sutra and left, but walked into the hall, sat opposite the huge Buddha statue, and sat opposite him.

He sat in front of this great Buddha like this whole day and night, without saying a word.

A day later, he stood up, folded his hands together, bowed to the Buddha, and turned around and left.

The monks in the Qing Dynasty looked at the figures walking slowly out, and they all looked strange. Zheng Shiyi was still the same Zheng Shiyi, but for some reason, they felt that Zheng Shiyi at this time had a transcendent aura.

"That kind of aura is not even many eminent monks in our church. How could Zheng Shiyi have it?"

Several monks looked at each other in confusion.

Suddenly, the figure of the monk from Zhigu hurried over.

The monks' expressions suddenly changed.

"What? Junior brother, but Zheng Shiyi is back?"

The monk from Zhike ran to everyone, bit his head and shook his head, "It's not that. It's Princess Fanyao. The princess came and said he wanted to argue with us."

"The daughter of King Fan, Princess Fan Yao?"

"she?"

The monks were stunned one by one, and then their faces became ugly. What happened this time? They all thought that the Qing Dynasty was easy to bully?

First, Zhou Wuji came to argue. Zhou Wuji was the leader of the Demon Sect, and he was once an awesome existence. Except for the current Chiyun Emperor, their leader and several other leaders of the great sects who have lived forever, almost no one in the world can compare with him.

Zheng Shiyi, who had just left, was also a stunning talent.

Although there have been geniuses throughout the ages, Zheng Shiyi is just a monster, and few people can surpass him even after a thousand years.

Such a character comes.

Ke Fanyao...

She is considered a genius, but she is just a genius. As genius as her, they have more Qingwen Academy.

"I'll go find Senior Brother Guiwen. Also, aren't there many people outside watching the fun? Since Princess Fanyao is not afraid of embarrassing in front of these people, I won't stop her, just let them be admitted to the hospital."

The monks quickly left and walked towards the place where they came home.

In the backyard, in an extremely remote courtyard, Gui Wen sat in the middle of the courtyard with his legs on his legs. His body was covered with dust. He obviously sat in this courtyard for a long time.

Although his face was young, he looked like an old monk from a distance.

The footsteps of everyone came, but he had not opened his eyes yet, as if everything that happened outside of him had nothing to do with him.

"Senior Brother Guiwen..."

"Senior brother, he has stopped meditating."

"Don't bother Junior Brother, go..."

"Fan Yao... She also came to debate with us. Even if Junior Brother Guiwen doesn't appear, we will be able to win."

A group of young monks from Qing Dynasty scholars came to the front hall very much.

Above the hall, Fan Yao sat opposite a monk.

The hall was surrounded by monks from the Qing Dynasty and many people who were curious about Fan Yao coming to debate.

Fan Yao glanced at the monk opposite and asked, "I heard that a monk from Qingwen Buddhism once fed vulture monsters with his body. Is this good?"

The monk nodded: "But there is this. This is why I teach Master Huikong. Master Huikong is sympathetic to the world and cannot bear to starve the monsters to death. Is it good to feed vultures with his own body?"

"After this monster survives, it will eat other people's flesh and harm others. Is this good? He saved a vulture, but he doesn't know how many people will kill. Is this good?" Fan Yao showed a sarcastic smile on her face.

"This..." The young monk opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a long time, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.

In front of the hall, opposite Fan Yao, young monks from Qing dynasties came forward to debate with Fan Yao, but they returned with blood...

Slowly, the monk who came forward to debate the scriptures again stopped speaking, but instead listened to Fan Yao's story as if he was being taught.

This is true for all the young monks of Qing dynasty.

"Amitabha……"

Suddenly, a Buddha's name came, and the sound was magnificent, just like the sound of a huge bell in a temple, stirring in the hall.

In the hall, a group of monks with confusion and confused expressions woke up one after another, looking at Fan Yao with horror.

Chi Wang walked into the hall, looked at Princess Fanyao, and clasped her hands together and said, "Princess is profound in Buddhism, and I am no match for the Qing Dynasty's literary education. If the princess wants to read the scriptures of the Qing Dynasty literary education, please feel free to..."

"No need." Fan Yao raised her hand and interrupted without waiting for Chi Wang to finish her speech: "I am not here to walk the path Zheng Shiyi has walked. I am here to discuss the scriptures and experience. Now I have gained something, so I will say goodbye."

Fan Yao said, and got up and walked out of the hall.

"Princess..."

Just now, sitting opposite Fan Yao, the last young monk who debated with Fan Yao suddenly knelt on the ground, looking at Fan Yao with a pious look on his face and said, "I hope the princess will accept the disciple..."

Soon, among the monks around, there were sounds of kneeling on the ground. Four or five Qingwen disciples knelt down to Fan Yao and said piously: "I hope to accept the disciple..."

Around the people who came, the people who came were completely confused. This... This is Qing Wenshu, which has always been Qing Wenshu, and now the Qing Wenshu people want to convert to others!

This is the first time I heard of this kind of thing!

Especially the monk opposite Fan Yao, he was selected by everyone and debated with Princess Fan Yao, and he was a good at scriptures, but he also wanted to convert.

Princess Fanyao, is her Buddhism so profound?

Fan Yao glanced at the people, nodded gently and said, "Since we meet, we have a fate. In the future, I will point out your path."

"Rebellious disciple!"
To be continued...