The atmosphere in the Biyou Hall was solemn. 【】Tong Tianzun sat upright on the lotus platform, waved his hands, lowered his head and glanced at the thirty-two disciples kneeling below. Then he raised his head and said: "Tomorrow is the birthday of your uncle Yuan Tianzun.
This time we have excluded birthday greetings, and the focus is on discussing scriptures and preaching. We have been losing for hundreds of years, are you going to lose again this time?"
Taoist Duobao hurriedly knelt down and said, "I am guilty. I will try my best this time."
Tong Tianren sighed and said: "Discussing scriptures and preaching was originally a battle between us, Jiejiao and Chanjiao, for many years. There was no competition, and there was no progress. Originally, winning or losing was all about participation. But after so many years, none of us could change such passivity.
The situation. My teacher, I, have lost all my face by you."
A group of disciples below hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Disciples are guilty."
Tong Tianren waved his hands and said: "Forget it, but this time we are bound to win. The chief disciple versus the chief disciple, Duobao, what are your chances of winning?"
Taoist Duobao broke out in a cold sweat and said hurriedly: "This disciple has devoted himself to cultivation over the years and has made some achievements in the Book of Heaven. In comparison, he should be able to deal with Guangchengzi."
Tongtian nodded happily: "Very good. As for the second round of the competition, it is estimated that it will be decided by drawing lots this year. The candidates have not been decided yet, but you are shouting to practice and practice every day. If he is drawn and loses, I will punish him
Three Hundred Sides of Retreat.”
The disciples below looked at each other one by one for three hundred years. If they were beaten, it would be very unlucky. However, everyone still kowtowed hurriedly: "I obey."
Tong Tianren sighed and said: "The last thing is the competition between good new disciples. Xia Xie, just do your best."
Xia Xie smiled and said, "Disciple, I obey."
Tong Tianren said with a smile: "The competition between new disciples is just to encourage preaching. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Of course it's good to win, but it doesn't matter if you lose. After all, the new disciples have different entry times and different personal qualifications. There is no fairness in itself.
It’s okay to say. So my teacher doesn’t have high requirements for you. But you have to lose decently if you lose. Do you understand what I mean?”
Xia Xie hurriedly smiled and said: "Disciple will not lose. If I lose this time, I will voluntarily retreat for three hundred years."
After Xia Xie finished speaking, everyone was stunned. They all turned to Xia Xie, and they all said to themselves: "I really don't know how high the sky is." Because Xia Xie is different from other immortal cultivators. Other immortal cultivators
They can all show their strength. And Xia Xie is still a mortal up to now. Everyone only knows that he has formed an elixir. The rest is unknown after Xia Xie is in seclusion. It has only been seven or eight months, how can his strength be improved?
But everyone immediately looked calm. If he lost and stayed in seclusion for three hundred years, Biyou Palace would be quiet and peaceful. They all secretly hoped that the new disciples of the Chan Sect would strive to defeat Xia Xie.
Okay. The so-called victory or defeat in preaching on scriptures, but compared to the scourge of Xia Xie, three hundred years of seclusion is nothing.
After hearing this, Master Tongtian was different from those disciples of Jie Jiao. He immediately clapped his hands and laughed and said: "Okay, I have ambition. What I need is the courage to not hit the wall and not look back. Well, in this case, I have always wanted to give you a gift."
A decent magic weapon, take this."
When Xia Xie heard this, he hurriedly walked to Master Tongtian. Taoist Duobao had told him before that the master would definitely give him a decent magic weapon, but Xia Xie didn't show this at all after he got it.
What's so great about the magic weapon? Of course, this isn't the most tragic thing. The most tragic thing is that the shape of the magic weapon is boxy. It's clearly like a brick!
The magic weapon in the hand is a greenish-grey color, and is a standard rectangular shape. It is about twenty centimeters long, more than ten centimeters wide, and seven or eight centimeters thick. It has neither the glow of the magic weapon nor the dense fairy aura of the magic weapon. And there is no trace of it.
I can't feel the presence of any spiritual power.
Xia Xie raised his head in confusion and asked: "Master, why did you give me a brick?"
Tongtian was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said: "Ban Zhuan? What a good name. I will call this magic weapon of yours Knocking God Brick. Don't underestimate him, this stone has a great origin, it is the legendary God's Stone that mends the sky."
Just because Nuwa mended the sky and smelted three divine stones to mend the sky.
Of the 16,501 pieces, 36,500 pieces were used, but the remaining piece was useless. It has been abandoned on the Qinggeng Peak of Dahuang Mountain since then. I got it by chance because of my teacher.
It is an innate magic weapon. As for its use, you still need to figure it out yourself."
Xia Xie looked solemn and solemn. He imagined that he would be on the battlefield in the future, riding a pig and holding bricks in his hand. That scene and the effect. He immediately did not dare to think about it anymore. He begged: "Master, your master
What are the magic weapons of brothers and sisters? The Dispersing Plague Whip, Golden Cloud Crown, Hunyuan Hammer, Sun and Moon Pearl
Dragon and Tiger Ruyi Four Symbol Pagodas. What kind of sword, what kind of sword, no matter how bad it is, it is just a mirror, a bottle or something. How come it is just a brick here? This will be hard to say in the future. Master, why don’t you give me a replacement? How much?
It’s okay to get a decent weapon.”
After Xia Xie finished speaking, the whole room burst into laughter. Huo Ling'er even fell down on the ground laughing, his brothers and sisters were staggering around with laughter, and Tong Tiantian also had a look of helplessness on his face.
The people around Xia Xie said: "Why are you laughing? A well-fed man doesn't know a hungry man. You all have a decent magic weapon. When you come to me, it's like a brick. In the future, I won't have to cultivate immortality. I will just build a house with the slaves."
Already."
Master Tongti coughed and said: "Idiot. Most of the innate magic weapons are like this. Even the Xuanyuan Sword is smelted with ancient spiritual materials and can only be formed after going through the best sacrificial training. Do you know that sea water is immeasurable?
, People should not be judged by their appearance? This thing is the same thing in the world. If you don’t want it, then I will find someone else for you.”
When Xia Xie heard this, he remembered the practice of the magic weapon. So he hurriedly said: "No, just bricks and bricks. What the master said will not fool me. Hey, the shape is just a little bad. I don't know what will happen in the future.
Can it be changed?"
Taoist Duobao smiled and said: "If it's hard to say anything else, this Sky-Mending Stone is a stubborn stone from ancient times. Only Empress Nuwa in my world can practice its shape. If you don't want it, I'll take a hundred of them."
How about I exchange the magic weapon with you?"
When Xia Xie heard this, he hurriedly held the magic brick in his arms and said, "No need." He thought in his mind that Senior Brother Duobao is the one who cares about magic weapons and is willing to exchange a hundred magic weapons for it, so it must be a good thing.
So he knelt down on the ground and said, "Thank you so much, Master."
Tong Tianren smiled and said: "Okay, let's talk about this today. You go down and prepare well. We will set off early tomorrow morning."