A hundred feet high at the bottom of Tiantai Mountain in Famen Temple, a ten thousand feet square is cut into the peak. The outside of the square is high and the inside is low. It goes down step by step until it reaches the flat bottom, which is less than a thousand feet in diameter. Those steps are the viewing platform, and the bottom platform is
It is the Battle Arena. The Battle Arena is covered by a six-level formation, all paved with flat rocks. Densely reinforced formations are engraved on the rocks, showing a dark yellow color. Each step is paved with
There is a golden futon. From a distance, it looks like thousands of stars dotted around a yellow sun.
This is the famous fighting arena of Famen Temple - the first-level rooftop.
The precepts of Famen Temple stipulate that all monks are not allowed to fight privately inside the gate, with the exception of fighting on the rooftop.
There is no life or death on the first-level rooftop, and no grudges or grudges are allowed on the first-level rooftop. This is the eternal iron law of Famen Temple. As long as you reach the first level of the rooftop, you can openly engage in a fight and live or die. Even if you kill people and set fire here, you will not be punished by the Discipline Academy.
punishment.
While Princess Peony was still depressed in the secret room, the rooftop of Famen Temple was already full of monks. On the futons on the steps, thousands of Buddhist cultivators were sitting cross-legged in twos and threes. Their cultivation level gradually increased from the outside to the inside.
, from the outermost foundation building stage to the bottom edge, it is already at the level of the Nascent Soul Ancestor.
All the Nine Spirits and Nine Saints and Eighteen Sons were in place, sitting in three different areas at the bottom, east, west, and south. Old monks Ku Hui and Ku Xing actually moved a jade chair, like two living Bodhisattvas, and the old god was sitting on the ground at the top.
While reading sutras.
At the center of the arena, there was a gentle sway, and then an old monk in full attire appeared, holding a heavy scepter and wearing a miter. He held his head high and solemnly, looking majestic and sacred.
The dressed-up old monk was about to shout loudly when he suddenly glanced at the two top bosses at the edge of the field. He trembled all over, then immediately put on a smile, coughed a few times, and shouted softly:
"Dear fellow monks, the young monk Nituo, the chief deputy deacon of the Discipline Academy, was entrusted by the Eighteenth Son of the Nine Saints of Nine Spirits to preside over this competition at the Tiantai ancestor level. This competition is actually between the Thirty-Six Peaks and the Eighteenth Son of the Nine Spirits.
The ranking competition between the eighteen halls, the original ranking, and the monks in the congregation should be very clear. The new ranking will be determined by the results of this competition. The higher the ranking, the higher the resources for cultivating immortals will be obtained in the coming year...cough
Cough! The old rule is, life or death depends on fate..."
"Wait a minute, Deacon Nie Tuo, this is actually a ranking competition. Judging from last year's competition, although there were no deaths, the injuries were still quite serious, so this time Lao Na and Master Ku Hui are here to take charge. Our sect
Most of these talents are high-ranking officials of one party. After participating in this competition, they will immediately return to the south to enter the battlefield. Can we change the rules a little and not fight with our lives to avoid unnecessary casualties?" Kuxing opened his eyes.
He opened his eyes wide and asked suddenly.
"This...this...Master Kuxing, although what you said is reasonable, the rules were set by the Eastern Patriarch Lao Fo. Didn't he also go south in the past two years? They were also set according to the rules. It's not allowed for young monks to change them without permission.
, how about you communicate with the peak masters and hall masters first? Anyway, they already know their respective strengths well, and it doesn't matter if they don't fight. If they reach an agreement in private, even if they come up to go through the motions, or on stage
Just say a word and acknowledge your ranking. In this way, the young monk will have nothing to say." Old monk Nituo said with a smile. Although his words were slight, he did not agree to Kuxing's suggestion.
"Hmph! Old stubborn! How can I love you!" Kuxing said, closing his eyes again.
"Third brother, you are asking for trouble. These guys in the Discipline Academy hold Lafayette's grand ceremony. As long as you and I don't become Buddhas, they will not give us much face. At most, they will greet us with a smile. These little guys
We have been out fighting and killing all day long, and we have become old fools. Don’t worry, no one can die. But your precious little one is probably a little bit in danger this time. The position of the peak master is not guaranteed. The evil lion, the head of the Nine Spirits, ten
The emperor, the leader of the eight sons, probably wants to add insult to injury, so it is inevitable to challenge him!" Ku Hui sat aside and smiled while transmitting the message.
"They are asking for their own death. Is the number one divine monk so easy to snatch? Humph, second senior brother, how about we make a bet today?"
"Oh, bet? How to bet?" Ku Hui opened his eyes with interest.
"Whoever can survive a hundred breaths under Nie Hai, Kuxing will give you 10,000 crystal stones and a bottle of Ziying Dan. If you can survive a stick of incense, I will give you 100,000 crystal stones and ten bottles of Ziying Dan. Defeat Nie Hai...
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"Forget it, forget it! Let's not talk about it later. If someone breaks the sea of evil, how about you give me your purple golden mallet?" Kugui Thief said with a smile.
"Eh? Second Senior Brother, you are too arrogant. If you want to take away my Buddhist treasure, the Purple Gold Hammer, which is a higher ranked Buddha treasure than the Purple Gold Heavenly Bowl, don't even think about it. This hammer is reserved for Nie Hai.
, I don’t even plan to bring the spiritual world with me. Of the ten Buddhist treasures from Famen Temple, I have already brought five with me to the spiritual world, and there are five left. The third Buddhist treasure ‘Ten Thousand Buddhas’ Robe’ and the tenth ‘Purple Gold Heavenly Bowl’ were taken away by that
The unsatisfactory Hua Monk has taken over. The sixth Buddhist treasure, the Demon-Suppressing Scepter, is at the withered lamp. The seventh Buddha, the Book of Music and God, seems to be on you?! Otherwise, I have a mallet here.
The imitation of the Purple Gold Hammer, its power is equivalent to 50% of the Purple Gold Hammer. If Nie Hai loses, I will give this to you!"
"Hehe! It's okay, 50% is better than nothing!" Ku Hui chuckled.
"Second Senior Brother, if no one survives a hundred breaths, how can you compensate me?" Kuxing also showed a playful smile.
"Do I also want to pay? This..."
Seeing Ku Hui's hesitation, Ku Xing immediately added: "Why don't you go and peel off the Ten Thousand Buddha Robes from that kid, and we can share it equally, you have one, three, five, and I have two, four, six, just in case the boss regrets it one day.
If you take it back from that dead boy, you will regret it. How about it?"
"Isn't that good? We are senior monks after all. Isn't it too bad to peel off the cassock of a junior?!"
Ku Xing glanced at the old monk Nie Tuo who was still chattering on the high platform, came up to Ku Hui, and whispered: "Don't hesitate, to tell you the truth, not only the boss, but now I heard that there are a lot of people in the Discipline Academy.
Because of that kid’s idea, once the Ten Thousand Buddha Robes fall into the hands of the old monks in the Discipline Academy, we will have no tears left. Where did you hide this kid? If you can’t bear to peel it off, I’ll do it!”
"No, no! I don't want this kid to die early. It's better that only I know where he's hiding. As for the Ten Thousand Buddha Cloths, I'll just ask for them myself. However, if I really lose, we'll have a 30-70 split, and you'll have a 30-7 split.
God has seven days, otherwise we should just watch the competition peacefully, what are we doing with so much effort?!" Ku Hui waved his hand and said.
"Okay, just follow senior brother's advice, hahaha! My Ten Thousand Buddhas Robe!" Kuxing burst into laughter.
At this moment, the old monk Nituo also finished his introduction, and he ducked and landed on the north side of the mountain, sitting upright and cross-legged on the futon.
The competition begins.
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Directly south of the field, a lean, bronze-colored monk shot out first. He had angry eyes and thick eyebrows, high cheekbones, and a mighty force that was at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage. He closed his hands and landed steadily in the center of the field.
"Amitabha! This monk is the first son of the Eighteen Heavenly Arhats, the Son of Heaven, and the master of the Eighteen Halls. He was previously ranked third, one step behind Junior Brother Niehai of Thirty-six Zen Peaks and Senior Brother Nieshi of Yichan Peak. Today, I want to make an appointment directly.
Fight against Junior Brother Niehai, I wonder if Junior Brother Niehai dares to come out to fight?"
Nie Hai, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and responded with a smile: "Amitabha! Emperor Nie, I am afraid I have disappointed my senior brother. Nie Hai is no longer the master of the Thirty-Six Zen Peaks and can no longer represent the Thirty-Six Zen Peaks. If senior brother
If we make a personal appointment to fight, Nie Hai can accompany us!"
At the west end, little monk Nie Hai was sitting alone in the corner, with no one following him in a radius of ten feet. This was completely different from the past where he was swarmed by people wherever he went.
Birds and beasts fall apart.
"That won't work! I, the evil emperor, challenge the Thirty-six Zen Peaks. If I win, I can sit in the first position and challenge in my own name. It's a thankless job. It's better to go back and sleep!"
Emperor Nie directly rejected it. Then, he shouted loudly: "Who is the peak master of the Thirty-Six Peaks now? Get out, and I will give you a good time!"
For a while, no one answered. On the steps, the monks gathered in the thirty-six peaks started to stir, and they all showed angry expressions.
Kuxing beside the stage shook his head and sighed: "Amitabha! Niehai, since the new peak master has not yet arrived, you should do it for me. The Thirty-Six Peaks have been ranked number one for ten years. You cannot rise and fall by you."
!I order you to kick him down within a hundred breaths!"
"One hundred breaths?!"
The entire competition arena exploded with a bang. Emperor Nie, who was standing in the middle of the arena, was stunned at first, and then said angrily: "Okay, okay! Since Master Kuxing values you Nie Hai so much, don't blame me, Emperor Nie, for being in pain today."
The killer is here! Come on, Nie Hai!"
"Amitabha! My Buddha is so compassionate that he can kill, kill, kill. Why is killing so much!"
Nie Hai's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he stepped out with great energy. In an instant, he stood a hundred feet away from Nie Tianzi, and continued to tremble: "Throughout the ages, the Dharma has always been compassionate. After three years of marching south, resentment has skyrocketed. May I ask the hall master, what is this?
Buddhism or magic?"
"Bold! You actually dare to openly slander the Dharma sect. Are you worthy of being my disciple? What kind of first divine monk is a coward? He can't even take down a small Dongling mountain peak. How can he have the dignity to establish a foothold in my Famen Temple?
Today I will let this monk teach you a lesson for those who are afraid of death!" Emperor Nie was furious, pointed at Nie Hai and roared.
Before the roar ended, a ten-foot sword suddenly appeared, and on the head of the sword, a large and colorful tiger roared out. The roar was breathtaking, and wherever it passed, the color was mottled, and the space collapsed without a trace.
"The Spiritual Tiger Demon Slayer Sword is a mere mid-level spiritual treasure, but it's just used to embarrass people. Emperor Nie, you still haven't made any progress!" Nie Hai shook his head and smiled, stretched his arms slightly, and stretched out a dark gold hand without any scruples.
The tiger's head sword is grabbed in the air by the ground.
The golden claws arrived first, and as soon as the sword struck the hollow, it was caught tightly by the golden claws. In an instant, golden light burst out, and the whistle shook the sky. The whole body of the sword trembled, and thousands of rings flew down from the back of the sword, like
The golden claws are wrapped around each other like fine gold filaments.
"Ah haha! Nie Hai, you have fallen into the trap! Demon-killing knife, bang bang bang!"
The Emperor of Evil laughed loudly, clicking his fingers together, and a violent aura came out.
"Boom~!"
The power of the explosion shook the entire Qianzhang Sixth-Level Magic Formation. Ten breaths later, Nie Hai withdrew his arm. The dark gold claw was already scorched, and black smoke was rising. (To be continued.)