(The last chapter was locked in a dark room and will probably be released on Monday...sigh)
"Are they the group of scholars who participated in the destruction of the Daze Sect?"
Under the awning, Magistrate Yuhang withdrew his gaze, looked at Ye Hongling, and asked in a low voice.
In seven days, the news about the destruction of Qianjiao Island and the eradication of the "gang" of the Four Holy Cults has gradually spread.
As the parent officer of Lanzhou, he should have been the first to notice this, but it turned out that he was like ordinary people only after the Daze sect was destroyed. He realized it later, which made him feel a little bit strange.
Ye Hongling said "Thank you" and said:
"The academy students have followed Ji Sichen into the city for several days."
The prefect’s tone was sour:
"How come this group of scholars came to the city but didn't come to visit me? Even the academy students are under the jurisdiction of the imperial court. Where are they gathering these days?"
Ye Hongling was silent for a moment and said, "Rouge Alley."
?
Question marks slowly floated above the head of the Yuhang Prefecture, so... these scholars did not come to see him as an official, but spent all day hanging around the prostitutes in the Qinhuai River?
How decent...
Ye Hongling had no interest in such topics and instead said:
"Sir, you have heard the changes in public opinion in the city these days, right?"
Wearing a scarlet official robe, the middle-aged magistrate who looked like a scribe sighed with a sad look on his face:
"Buddhism is so ambitious that if it wins today, I'm afraid it won't take until March for the news to spread throughout the states."
Ye Hongling raised her heroic eyebrows:
"Your Excellency, you also think that Ji Sichen has little chance of winning against the Taoist Saint?"
Magistrate Yuhang looked hesitant:
"Of course I trust you, but... Buddhism is coming fiercely, so you must have confidence."
He didn't say anything too harshly, but just looking at the faces of a group of local officials around him, he knew that public opinion had finally affected the upper echelons.
Although they looked calm on the surface, in reality, they were secretly sweating.
If they were defeated in the end, it would not only affect the three sects, but its influence would also radiate to the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.
And this group of local officials will undoubtedly be used as a punching bag by the angry Emperor Yuan Qing.
In fact, many officials have secretly used their connections in the past few days to try to find connections and be prepared to protect themselves if they lose and the emperor's anger falls.
Magistrate Yuhang sighed again, with bitterness on his elegant and gentle face. Looking at the turbulent river outside the awning, he sighed:
"Do you think the only people paying attention to this fight are these people at the scene?"
He raised his finger to the sky and said seriously:
"Seven days ago, the news was already transmitted to the Divine Capital through the magic circle. Therefore, at this moment, including our Majesty the Divine Emperor, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, and even the immortal masters of the national religion in the Divine Capital City, and the five princes of the Qintian Prison, wouldn't it be Aren’t you looking at this from a distance?”
In the same way, what the civil servant did not say is:
Although the remaining sects of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the entire Southern Tang Dynasty, and even the demon clan Anzi in the city were not present, they must be waiting for the outcome of the fight at this moment.
The people at the scene only thought it was a lively event, but they didn't know how many pairs of eyes were looking at this place.
Ye Hongling felt her breathing tighten when she heard this, and looked at the two sides confronting each other in the square with worry in her eyes.
Subconsciously search for goals:
"Ji Sichen hasn't arrived yet?"
…
In the square paved with blue bricks, the area where the Dao Gate is located has a peaceful and solemn atmosphere.
A famous Taoist priest is sitting upright, wearing a Taoist bun and a Taoist robe.
The leader of the team today is Sanqing Temple Master.
As for Xin Yaoguang's body, it did not arrive here, but stayed in the Taoist temple, waiting for the result.
This has two meanings:
First, although the fight is of great importance, the Buddhist side only sent the head of the Bodhidharma Academy. As the headmaster, Xin Yaoguang would appear to lose his status if he showed up.
Secondly, Xin Yaoguang also lacks confidence and cannot bear to see his disciples frustrated.
In the Taoist banquet, Yu Yu wore the iconic red and white Taoist robes, maintaining a reserved persona, and listened to the whispers of fellow disciples beside him:
"Are these the Buddhist sons and daughters of this generation?"
"Why does this Buddha keep smiling at us? Is he mocking us?"
"I think that Buddhist girl is weird. She wears such a big burqa and a bamboo hat to cover her face. Why can't anyone see her?"
"Hey, don't talk about it. Who knows why the Holy Son didn't come here? Could it be that he is still in solitary confinement for the headmaster? Well, I heard that he was ordered to be in solitary confinement until tonight. Doesn't that mean he missed the fight?"
So annoying... Yu Yu's delicate ears were listening to the noisy voices of countless people in the distance and the discussions of the people around him. His heart was agitated, his big eyes rolled, and he said doubtfully:
"Where's Ji Ping'an? Why hasn't he come yet?"
…
…
Laoliu Street, a quiet place.
Compared to the bustle of Shili Changting, the streets and alleys here are particularly quiet today.
An autumn rain last night moistened the willow trees on the long street as if they were reborn. When Xue Ji wore a cloak and a veil on her face, she walked into the old willow street.
Then he saw the side door of the yard being pushed open and a carriage slowly driving out.
Huang He's clothes were a little bloated today, so he held the reins and said in surprise:
"Senior Xue Ji, why are you here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the car curtain behind him was opened, revealing Ji Pingan, Fang Shijie, and Mu Yaoyao in the car.
The first-generation God-Emperor looked like a child, but the old god was beckoning:
"What are you talking about? Since Xue Ji is already in our Qin Tianjian camp, she will naturally go to help out today. Miss Xue, is this... what the general said is right?"
He teased with a smile and said:
I know what the relationship between the two of you is, but I just don’t say it and I don’t want to be beaten.
Xue Ji said "haha" and had no good feelings toward the first generation of the God Emperor.
In the carriage, Ji Pingan smiled and patted the empty seat next to him:
"Senior can come, junior is honored."
Xue Ji thought of last night, her eyes suddenly filled with resentment.
Shi Shiran got into the car and drove without saying a word, focusing on a "cold and cold persona of a devil's witch".
Everyone is accustomed to her attitude. It would be better to say that Xue Ji, who is cold and talkative, is her true appearance.
"We have to leave quickly, otherwise we will be in trouble if we are stuck outside. Master, I say we should go to the Academy early and set off together. This way we can discuss in advance and make more preparations." Huang He muttered. .
Ji Ping'an sat back in the carriage and smiled, looking unconcerned:
"There's enough time."
Seeing his appearance, Huang He and Mu Yaoyao were both a little frustrated.
They both didn't sleep well last night and got up before dawn, thinking that today would be a big event. Unexpectedly, Ji Ping'an didn't feel any urgency at all.
Not only did I come back very late last night, but I also slept until dawn before waking up leisurely.
He looked calm and composed, as if he was not the one who was going to fight today.
One thing sticks out: a sense of relaxation!
At this time, there was also a cart driving not far away. It was some familiar faces from Laoliu Street. Old neighbors and calligraphy and painting shop owners were sitting on the open cart, folding their arms and saying in surprise:
"Mr. Li? What are you..."
Ji Ping'an said gently: "There is a fighting in the city, go and join in the fun."
The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop smiled:
"What a coincidence, we are here to watch the fun, let's go together. You happen to be a practitioner. If you don't understand it then, please explain it to us."
On the cart, Hong Gu, carrying a small basket, also said:
"Shall we come together, sir?"
Ji Ping'an looked at a group of neighbors with a slightly strange expression. He thought about it and smiled with relief:
"Okay, let's go there together."
…
Ten miles long pavilion.
Where Yunhuai Academy is located, the government has thoughtfully placed tables and chairs. The scholars, with loose clothes and long sleeves and long swords at their waists, were sitting upright, vowing to support the reputation of the academy.
But as the time gets closer, I can’t help but start whispering to each other:
"Why hasn't Ji Ping'an come yet?"
"Everyone else has arrived early. After waiting for a long time, everyone from Yin Yang Academy has arrived..."
Qin Leyou was sitting in the front row, also frowning, when he heard Han Qingsong next to him interrupting everyone in a low voice:
"It's not the time yet? What's the rush?"
Even so, he was still a little worried, wondering if something had happened?
He spread his hands into his arms and held a corner of the Taoist scriptures, hesitating whether to ask in the group.
in the crowd.
The discussion also gradually grew louder:
"Where's that Ji Sichen guy? Why didn't you see him? Am I blind? Can anyone identify him?"
"Don't look for it. I have seen the Shendu Grand Prize before and saw Ji Sichen with my own eyes. He was not present."
"It's strange. It's about to start. Why is there not even half a figure there? Are you afraid? Are you afraid of fighting?" A strange voice appeared.
This immediately caused the people around to look at him angrily: "That's the leader of the big prize, how can you be afraid?"
Someone retorted: "It's impossible to tell, otherwise why didn't you show up for so long?"
Everyone was speechless. Under the bombardment of public opinion for many days, the people were already deeply pessimistic about this fight.
At this moment, I am missing someone on my side, so I can't help but think too much, and all kinds of conspiracy theories are spread wantonly.
Even Jiang Xiaotang, who was standing in the crowd, protected by several Jiang family children and came to watch the battle on behalf of the Martial Arts Alliance, who had changed into a set of clothes that were not eye-catching, frowned and was filled with doubts.
Under Pei's awning.
"Qiu Wei, why don't you ask the servants to check on the situation? Maybe we were delayed on the way." Li Xiangjun bit his lips as he listened to the crowd's discussion and couldn't help but say:
"It's better not to miss the moment."
Pei Qiuwei was also affected by the emotion and nodded anxiously:
"We have sent servants out to investigate."
Pei Qian was a calm one and said:
"Mother, second sister, you don't have to worry. With my understanding of Ji Sichen..."
The mother and daughter just pretended not to hear, saying to themselves, "How long have you been with this person for a total of time, and they talked about understanding each other."
Not ashamed.
As the discussion became louder, the Buddhist camp was located in the square.
The long-browed Archmage glanced at the hourglass not far away, and suddenly said loudly:
"The time has come!"
At the same time, he raised his finger and pointed forward. In an instant, a bit of golden light fell on the ground, spread out quickly, and moved quickly. In the blink of an eye, the huge square seemed to be paved with gold.
Directly opposite, the Master of Sanqing Temple looked indifferent and flicked his whisk:
"Little tricks."
A little bit of light fell, turning into white light and spreading forward. The two lights intertwined and collided in the field, and finally slowly condensed into a huge golden Tai Chi diagram.
The Tai Chi fish, one white and one gold, is surrounded by Buddhist inscriptions and turns into a formation, reinforcing all the ten-mile long pavilion, and the sound within it is also amplified.
After waiting for a long time, the people of Yuhang were excited to finally see the gods casting spells, and shouted for the gods' methods.
Those who had seen the Shendu Daesang had a smile that looked like a country bumpkin, with a sense of superiority.
Master Changmei's voice spread in all directions: "Lie Chen and Jingjia came out."
After he finished speaking, behind him, a young monk wearing gray monk robes, about sixteen or seventeen years old, handsome and smiling stood up, stepped forward happily, and walked forward.
Liuli, who had been distracted all the time, also gathered her thoughts, put on a blouse and a bamboo hat, and stepped forward.
In the Daomen area, Yu Yu snorted coldly, jumped up, and stepped forward to confront each other.
In the blink of an eye, there were three people in the field.
Everyone looked around, and the doubts in the crowd grew louder and louder. However, few people noticed that just outside the separate passage separated by the officials, two cars arrived belatedly.
"Sir, we are here!"
Huang He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the crowd of people in front of him, "How do you get in here?"
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Ji Ping'an and others stepped out of the car. Except for jumping up and down, trying to keep their sight above the heads of the crowd and able to see Mu Yaoyao in front of them, the rest of the people were in a stable mood.
"Mr. Li, we are too late. Why are there so many people..."
On the cart, the neighbors were all speechless, and the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop shook his head:
"You can't see clearly from such a distance. Don't you know Mr. Pei? Could you please discuss with me and move forward?"
Ji Ping'an smiled:
"Okay, but I have to take a step first, excuse me."
Honggu was carrying a basket with food in it. When she heard this, she said in surprise: "Are you going to find the Pei family?"
Ji Ping'an smiled and said nothing. The next second, the "starry sky robe" on his body suddenly radiated with light and returned to its original appearance. It was black as the base and decorated with stars, which was mysterious and mysterious.
He raised his hand and wiped it, and the disguise on his face was removed, returning to his true appearance. Immediately, his figure spread into countless stars and disappeared in an instant.
Under the gaze of everyone, he suddenly appeared in the square in the distance.
The owner of the calligraphy and painting shop looked at this scene in astonishment. His brain briefly shut down and went blank, and he stammered:
"This...this...that...that...he..."
The basket in Honggu's hand also fell to the ground with a bang, and the other neighbors on Laoliu Street were also stunned. They were confused by this scene and did not react at all.
It wasn't until Huang He and Mu Yaoyao unbuttoned their outer robes at the same time, revealing the Muyuan Star Officer uniforms underneath, that they smiled and said to the neighbors:
"My young master is not here to see the fight, but to participate in the fight."
Participate in...a battle of wits...
The neighbors stared blankly at this scene, and finally understood everything when they saw Ji Ping'an appearing at the Shili Changting Pavilion from a distance.
It turned out... that Mr. Li, who had a gentle smile and was very capable, who spent many days with them, was the famous genius of Qin Tianjian, the leader of the Great Prize of the Gods.
And all they can think of, the highest fantasy about their status, is just a strange person in the world.
At this time, as the fourth figure arrived, the chatter in the crowd was instantly suppressed and turned into shouts of surprise:
"Here it comes! Ji Sichen is here!"
"Let me tell you, how could you be afraid of the Buddha's son and Buddha's daughter?"
The people who supported Zhou Dynasty were immediately proud, and their worries disappeared.
Ye Hongling felt certain in her heart. She took out a long breath and turned around to see that the tense bodies of the prefect and other officials could relax.
Jiang Xiaotang in the crowd also widened his eyes and carefully observed the appearance of the person on the stage, thinking, is this Ji Ping'an?
"It's finally here."
Qin Leyou smacked his lips, rubbed his chin, observed the reaction on the field, and suddenly laughed in a low voice:
"The Holy Son is always compared with Ji Ping'an. Not to mention anything else, just his calmness is inferior to him."
Han Qingsong loosened his grip on the Dao Sutra, thinking that it was lucky that the Holy Son was not here.
"Mom, just look at me and say don't worry."
Pei Qian was holding a pear in his hands, as if he had predicted everything. He glared hard at the mother and daughter next to him, and then focused his gaze forward.
…
On the field.
As the stars condensed, Ji Pingan's figure suddenly appeared in the Tai Chi fish.
Yu Yu, who was beside him, was the first to react. He glanced sideways at him. The girl's pink cheeks bulged imperceptibly, and she said through the voice:
"Why did you come?"
There was a lot of complaint in his tone.
Ji Ping'an's message replied: "I practiced hard yesterday and slept relatively late."
Really? Yu Yu looked unbelieving, always feeling that he was being deceived, but there was no evidence.
At this time, when they saw Ji Ping'an entering, the Taoist and Buddhist sects had different expressions, the former's expression was slightly relaxed - although Ji Ping'an was born in Qintian Prison, he now also represents the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Naturally, it counts as your own camp.
As for the Buddhist monks who were slightly disappointed, they came from Yunlin Temple. Dahuyuan, who was sitting next to Changmei, leaned on his Zen staff and snorted coldly in his heart:
"It's still here..."
The monk Zhike smiled and said:
"It doesn't matter if you come, you can relieve your anger after you lose in front of everyone."
Obviously, the confidence of everyone in the Zen Academy is unprecedentedly high, and they look like they have a winning chance.
At this time, everyone had arrived. Master Changmei and the Master of Sanqing Monastery were talking about the situation one after another. It was just a battle of skills, so no one cared.
After the cutscene is over, let’s get to the point.
In the first round of catch-and-match fighting, Da Zhou chose the topic. Yu Yu seemed to be well prepared and full of momentum. He took the lead and walked up to Liuli. The flying swords on his wrists were slowly coiled. He raised his chin and spoke in a serious tone:
"Taoist saint, please teach me Buddhist magic!"
The implication is to choose martial arts.
This option is also the result of Taoism's careful consideration. If the "Buddha Girl" is a reborn person, she will be at a real disadvantage compared to others. Only a real fight can fill the gap between the two sides as much as possible.
A reborn person is better because he has more experience, but Yu Yu's techniques, martial arts, and body are more integrated.
The "Buddha Girl" named "Jingjia", who is actually the Glazed Bodhisattva, heard this and nodded naturally and said:
"Can."
Yu Yu rolled his eyes and pointed to the Qinhuai River in the distance:
"There are so many people here that we can't do our best. How about you and I fighting on the river?"
Liuli remained calm: "Yes."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Yu took the lead and flew up, using the five elements technique. A water dragon rose up from the water, dragging her into the river with an astonishing momentum and momentum.
Liuli just stepped out, her figure suddenly faded away, and in the blink of an eye she was on the river, walking on the water with a restrained look.
In an instant, many people on the shore cast their gaze over, unblinking, looking forward to witnessing the wonderful fight.
But at the same time, many people looked at the remaining two people and guessed what "Ji Sichen" would compete with.
The young monk watched the two girls leave, with a calm expression on his face and a smile on his clear eyes. He looked at Ji Ping'an and said:
"We meet again."
He was referring to the meeting between the two parties in a quiet fast eight days ago.
Ji Ping'an examined the young monk in gray clothes in front of him, looked at the light in his pupils, nodded gently, and said:
"meet again."
But no one knows the true meaning of his words.
Fozi's voice was very light: "I don't think there is any need to delay it too long. This fight is a bit boring, so it would be better to end it as soon as possible."
Ji Ping'an agreed: "I think so too."
Fozi raised his hand, pointed to the Qinhuai River in the distance, and said, "Should we fight on the river, or here?"
Ji Ping'an asked: "What are you fighting for?"
Buddha was puzzled: "Of course it's a fight."
In his opinion, if Dazhou is not stupid, he can more or less guess what Buddhism is relying on this time, so the best strategy can only be to fight by force.
Therefore, he subconsciously believed that the only way to fight was to work hard and fight hard.
There will be no second option.
However, Ji Pingan gave an unexpected answer:
"When did monks become so keen on fighting and killing?"
Buddha's brows furrowed into the character "eight": "What does Si Chen mean?"
Ji Ping'an looked around and suddenly raised his hand to point to the ancient pavilion facing the river not far away. It was made of eight red-lacquered wooden pillars and glazed tiles and had been weathered by hundreds of years:
"Shall we go sit over there?"
For the first time, Fozi showed a stunned look. He glanced at the star official in front of him for a few times before nodding slightly amusedly:
"good."
It was only at this moment that for this reborn person, the so-called battle with the younger generations finally became a little more interesting.
…
Yin Yang Academy, Star Observation Deck.
The autumn wind blew through the bells of the observatory, making strange sounds.
Qin Tianjian, who has a white beard and white hair and wears a strange robe, looks like Gandalf, is standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes seeming to be surveying the scenery of Yuhang.
However, if you look at it yourself, you will find that there is a long scroll floating in front of him.
In the scroll, the scene of the Dharma Fighting Meeting in the ten-mile pavilion suddenly emerged.
"Squeak."
Xie Wensheng carried a jar of wine and a bag of meat and walked up the ancient stairs. When he saw the scene on the scroll, he was amazed:
"They say you star officers are not good at refining weapons, but it seems you still have some interesting magic weapons."
Qin Tianjian said with emotion:
"The Imperial Master once said that the wonderful thing about this world is that you often don't need to make the things you need."
Xie Wensheng pouted:
"Just tell me what you're robbing... Why are you pretending to be White Lotus... Speaking of which, you really don't want to explain anything. For example, you have a better chance of winning."
Jian Zheng shook his head and sighed:
"The Buddha's son and Buddha's daughter are just like you, and they are enveloped by the great power of the Lord Buddha. Any calculations against them will be greatly misleading. In that case, why bother talking?"
Xie Wensheng muttered:
"I don't understand what you Xingguan is doing, but what do you think? The safest way is to fight directly. Unless we can know the historical identities of these two young monks and make targeted arrangements, otherwise... hehe? He is like this What are you going to do?"
He stared at the scene on the scroll in surprise, and almost dropped the wine jar in his hand.
In the center of the scroll, in an ink-and-wash painting, Ji Ping'an and Monk Liaochen walked one behind the other, walking straight towards the pavilion by the river that was hidden among ink bamboos and vegetation.
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