The handsome flag is hunting, the horn is blaring.
Twelve horsemen holding Mo swords were recruited. They were all wearing heavy armor and white hakama and black boots. They were called "Silver Sword Guards" in the army. They protected Brother Shu Yao, the king of Xiping County, in the middle.
Looking further back, there are Tan Lingde, the captain of the Zhiguo School, Shao Yifei, the Zhonghou of Huaihua, and other generals, all lined up in order according to their military positions. The sound of hooves is moving on the ground, and the horses' heads are neatly arranged. The group of knights are watching, and they are also
Feeling awe-struck.
Behind the generals, three more teams of soldiers were recruited, marching forward in the shape of the word "three". They were also in a team of six, each holding a banner. The difference was that the front team held spears, the commander's flag was red with a black border, and the middle team held a flag.
The commander's flag has a yellow background with a black border. The rear team holds the gun, and the commander's flag is black with a white border. Echoing the front two teams' recruitment, it is exactly the five-color commander's flag of red, yellow, green, white and black.
At the end of the flag team, there are more than a hundred camp soldiers, all of whom are elites in various arms such as bows, horses, rifles, spears, mo swords, and horizontal swords. Although it seems to be a show of force, it is not objectionable.
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The most surprising thing is that after the recruitment of soldiers, the dust cleared from the sky, and a large group of Taoist priests followed closely. Some of the black crowns were green and brown, and some were yellow and brown. Most of them were the patrons of various palaces and temples in Luoyang.
, all came from the prison on donkeys, led by capable disciples. Most of the Taoist priests wore plain crowns and yellow robes, or wore ordinary Taoist robes sewn with green cloth. They carried swords and soldiers and came calmly to the main campus.
The troops marching in Luocheng under Ge Shuyao's command were well-organized, with magnificent honors, and had an air of awe and inviolability.
More than a hundred soldiers quickly arrived near Changxuan, consciously divided into two groups, and stood outside the monks of Xiangshan Temple. The soldiers were led by ordinary generals and did not dare to relax. Several generals with higher military positions,
Then they gathered around Ge Shu Yao and found the thirteen armchairs in the middle left position. When he sat down, they also divided them into two rows and stood silently.
Ge Shuyao naturally saw the impending situation in the university grounds, but he didn't know the reason. He immediately leaned forward slightly, clasped his fists across an armchair and said with a smile: "Master Xiao! How come the meeting has not started yet, but the heroes in the field are already impatient.
, actually want to take action?"
Henan Yin Xiaojing pursed her lips, glanced at the empty seats on both sides, and said with some helplessness: "People compete for a breath, and Buddhas compete for a stick of incense. These are the only places to watch the battle. It's true that there are too many monks and too many porridges to boast about."
There are some well-known Jianghu sects, who wouldn’t want to compete for their place?”
The two of them exchanged questions and answers, but with just a few words, Ge Shu Yao already had a rough idea of the fight for the seat.
Zen Master Lingzhen of Xiangshan Temple was nearby. When he saw Ge Shuyao frowning, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "Your Majesty, your lord! Birds compete for tall trees, and fish compete for upper reaches. But the poor monk thinks that there is nothing wrong with this. I will go there today.
Among all the heroes, which one is not here to compete for the divine sword and become famous in the world? If you don’t have the heart to compete, you might as well join my Buddhist sect, and you can achieve righteous results..."
Ge Shu Yao knew that his deliberate excuse was actually to excuse Xiangshan Temple, so he did not discuss it further with him. He just said lightly: "Prior to the Prime Minister's arrival, private fights will start. If we don't stop it, I'm afraid there will be serious casualties!
When the battle begins on the Sifang stage, only twenty-three out of ten of the heroes are left, and they are still capable of fighting. Isn't it in vain that a lot of excitement has been lost?
Since you, Xiangshan Temple, are the host and have great prestige, you might as well tell the heroes that it is just a vacant position, so why fight for life and death? If you really want to fight for this false reputation, each sect can send out one person to fight and point out.
That's it. Finally, there are six people left, so how about taking the remaining six seats?"
When Zen Master Lingzhen heard the words, his eyes flickered, but he did not dare to hesitate for a moment, and immediately responded. He turned his head, closed his eyes slightly, and channeled the Gang Qi to accumulate it on the lotus platform. Then he directed the Gang Qi along the spine,
Rushing straight into the sea of consciousness. Immediately, his eyes opened, two golden lights showed slightly for half an inch, his lips and teeth opened, and he pronounced the words like a golden path:
"You heroes, please listen to what this poor monk has to say!"
The sound was like rolling thunder, and like the rapids of rapids. It suddenly resounded in the mountains, and immediately shook the hearts of the heroes, and made their bodies and bodies feel cold. Most of their competitiveness and desire to win disappeared in an instant.
Ge Shu Yao and Xiao Jing also knew this technique, but it was the Shimen Xuan Kung practiced by the monks of Xiangshan Temple from generation to generation - the Ten Directions Sanskrit Sound Kung Fu.
When Zen Master Lingzhen saw that the heroes had stopped, they all turned their faces and looked at him, feeling relieved. He immediately clasped his hands calmly, bowed his head slightly and said: "Amitabha! The seat of the long pavilion is occupied by the venerable ones. If you only rely on your bravery,
If the fight is ruthless and there are many people, if you are lucky enough to win a seat, you will inevitably be killed and injured, and your moral character will not match your position.
The poor monk had just discussed with the Prince of Xiping County and Mr. Xiao, and decided on a harmonious way: all the major sects, gangs, rangers and high-rollers who wanted to compete for a position might as well send one person each.
Let's all gather together on the square platform. Everyone will show off their skills and compete with each other. They will only compete for their skills without harming anyone's life.
With the limit of one cup of tea, the six people who finally stay on the square platform can each get a seat from their respective sects! As for the seats reserved for the leaders of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism, the seats will be reserved by each temple of Shi sect.
, temples, huts, nunneries, and Taoist palaces, watch and recommend the selections. I wonder if you heroes, do you still have any doubts?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence, and everyone fell into deep thought. After a few breaths, whispers began to sound, gradually getting louder and louder. The heroes were discussing only two things:
The first is why the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism receive such preferential treatment? The second is if you go to Sifangtai to compete in martial arts and compete for seats, which one of your side should you choose?
After a while, the sound gradually stopped, and the two matters discussed by the group of heroes were roughly concluded:
Taoism can be called the state religion, and its position is naturally transcendent. It has been highly praised by saints in the past dynasties. Buddhism is also believed by the officials and people of the prosperous dynasty. Its power is growing day by day, and it has long been as good as Taoism. The two sects have been operating in China for hundreds of years, and now they are both
There are many talented people and the palace is widely spread, so each of them occupies a seat and is truly worthy of his position.
In addition, the two sects have their own methods of practice, and there are many masters. If the two sects of Taoist priests, monks, and nuns are allowed to compete with the heroes, I am afraid that most of the seats will fall into the hands of the two sects. Only the seats left for other sects and gangs will be
There will be even less... Therefore, it is a wonderful move to separate Buddhism and Taoism!
As for recommending good players to compete on the stage, the sect that is bound to win will naturally send out the best and second best experts in the sect in order to win first; but the sect that just wants to try its luck may not be willing to send the best experts to fight first in order to preserve its fighting power.
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So after various sects competed for a fight, or tried to avoid disputes, more than a dozen figures emerged from the group of heroes, men, women, old and young, beautiful and ugly, tall, short, fat and thin, all different.
Even the Zhike monks who were holding the names of the heroes might not recognize them all at the moment. Immediately, under the instructions of Zen Master Lingzhen, each of them took a paper and pen and entered the group of heroes so that they could read the names of the contestants on the stage.
Martial arts, nicknames, etc., are recorded one by one——
The Zoroastrian Jianmu Dharma protector Tang Zhuxuan, the "ghost-faced sword demon" Wei Wuhuan of the Diancang sect, Hua Jieyu, the chief of the Rouge Valley Shangchun Division, Wu Lang, the chief of Qianmias Cave in Xiaoxiangmen, Yu Zhile of Yueyi Tower, Mulan Guard Li Miaolan,
Shanling Guard Cui Jiu, Shusun Tong, the leader of the "grey" lineage of Miaoshou Hall, Duoji Cairen, a monk from the Western Regions, Tongluo Abusi, a Uighur swordsman... and so on. A rough count, there are more than twenty people.
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Although there are only about twenty people, their clothes are very different.
Tang Zhuxuan, Hua Jieyu, Yu Zhile, Li Miaolan, Cui Jiu, Shusun Tong and others who live in the middle of the country are still wearing clothes that are only differentiated between men and women, but there is no difference between Hu and Han.
But Wei Wuhuan, the "ghost-faced sword demon", only wore a half-arm shirt on his upper body, a short knee-length robe on his lower body, and mango shoes on his feet. But his waist was tightly tied with a girdle, and a long sword with a black sheath hung on it.
He swayed lightly with his footsteps. Although he barely had a bun on his head, it was loose and half collapsed on his head. His face was covered by a deerskin mask with a green face and fangs, which was intimidating.
Wu Lang, the master of Qian Mi Cave, is almost naked from the waist up, with only a little animal skin covering his abdomen and back. On his exposed bronze skin, there is a Kui dragon pattern tattooed in ink, which is obviously the totem believed in by Qian Mi Cave. His lower body is
She was wearing a long robe and black boots, and the mouth of the robe was tied tightly with a strap, showing a bit of ability. The most eye-catching thing was the muscular right arm, which was holding a Biyingying pole.
big gun.
Monk Dorje Cairen has short hair, dark red complexion, a gray-black cross-dressing gown, and an ocher robe. Hanging around his neck is a string of red and green rosary beads, which are believed to be southern red, turquoise, coral, amber, etc.
It is made of stone beads. Under the ocher robe, you are barefoot. You step on the broken branches and gravel all the way, and you don't feel the pain. You hold a copper bowl in your left hand, and shake a prayer wheel mixed with gold and silver in your right hand. Your eyes are clear and full of piety.
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The Uighur swordsman Tongluo Abbsi has a high nose, deep eyes, black beard and cheeks. He is dressed in a well-tailored Hu suit, with double lapels, narrow sleeves and a narrow skirt. He wears a hat, high boots and a belt around his waist.
On the top, there are long knives and short blades hanging on the left and right respectively, but the shape is slightly different from the Shengchao Hengdao and Zhandao...
More than twenty people gathered on the campus. But everyone looked around, each on their own guard, and they were far apart from each other.
The monk Zhike waited for a while, and when he saw that no one emerged from the group of heroes, he immediately chanted a Buddhist name to more than 20 people. Then he took a step forward and led everyone to walk to the gate of the camp, across the trestle, and to the square platform.
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The Sifang platform is five feet square, and there are more than 20 people scattered on the platform. Although it is not crowded, if you really start to take action, there is not much room for maneuver. The defeated people can either get away, exit the Sifang platform, and walk along the trestle
Turn back all the way; or you can only jump out of the fence, fall into the Yishui, and wait for someone to come in a boat to rescue you.
When the monk Zhike saw that everyone had gathered, he immediately turned around and made a gesture to Zen Master Lingzhen under Changxuan.
Zen Master Lingzhen immediately understood, leaned over, picked up a stone, and threw it high: "One stone strikes each other, and thousands of waves rise. This is where the fight for seats begins!"
The pebbles were no bigger than pigeon eggs, and soon turned into small dots, crossing the camp gate and drawing a vague arc on the sky.
The heroes' necks slowly raised, their eyes followed the path of the stones, and then slowly fell downwards——
"Snapped!"
An unmistakable crisp sound exploded in the middle of the square platform. The stone seemed to know that something was wrong. After a high bounce, it jumped out in several arcs on the square platform, and then fell into the square with a "thud" sound.
Tangtangyishui.
On the square platform, swords are flying and spears are whipping! Silver light shines and shadows follow!
More than twenty people each drew their weapons and fought together. In less than ten seconds, someone accidentally got stabbed in the chest with a long stick. Then he tripped and his body immediately rose into the air and fell rapidly into the water.
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"Sa Zhou! Save people!"
As the heroes exclaimed, Zen Master Lingzhen raised his eyes and shouted calmly.
Two well-trained monks from the Xiangshan Temple who were guarding the shore immediately dropped their eyebrow sticks and jumped into a small boat. The latter monk took out his sword and cut off the cable, while the former monk picked up the oars and started paddling hard.
After the monk cut off the cable, he immediately threw away his sword and picked up a pair of wooden paddles. Following the rhythm and frequency of the previous monk, they rowed hard together.
Fortunately, the Yishui was wide and the clear waves were gentle. The two monks moved together and sailed along the current. In just a few breaths, they had caught up with the man who was drifting with the current.
The monk in front of him had quick eyes and quick hands. He picked up the long rope lasso that had been prepared in the boat. With a few swings, he lassoed the man. Then he pulled hard and the lasso tightened immediately. The man was in a desperate situation.
He immediately grasped the rope tightly, and with the help of the two monks, he quickly boarded the boat...
This scene is as exciting as the intense fight between people on the Sifang stage.
Among the heroes watching on the shore, there was a burst of cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami. Everyone looked at Zen Master Lingzhen and the monks of Xiangshan Temple with more respect in their eyes.