The "Jiuju Faction" group was still immersed in the joy of winning the battle just now, but they did not expect that another uninvited guest would soon come.
But I saw that this fat Taoist was wearing a Taoist robe stained with oil and twists, and he didn't look like he had Taoism.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't show off. You see, Taoist Master Liu is so advanced that he even vomited blood. Don't follow in his footsteps!"
Ito Xiunian comforted the fat man with a serious look on his face.
"Don't be so pretentious. Your cabinet has a mechanism and a flap inside. When the little Taoist priest unlocks it, he flips down the bronze mirror and flips up the guard."
"Besides, there might be some secret medicine inside the guard. Daochang Liu was so unprepared that he got into your trap..."
"You're such a master of cheating and cheating, but you're such a master?"
The fat man bluntly pointed out the key to the victory of the "Jiuju Faction".
As soon as he said this, there was a sudden silence in the hall.
Everyone present was an expert in Taoism, and the key to it was revealed at a glance, and they all understood immediately.
However, the situation was stronger than the people. The men in black headed by Yoshikawa Tokuo behind them all had unfriendly eyes. Therefore, everyone could not say much and could only lower their heads angrily.
The fat man's half-hearted virtue didn't look like he was righteous at all, but rather he looked like a man selling powerful pills in the world.
Therefore, Naoki Aoyama just looked stunned. After a moment of confusion, he straightened his expression and said calmly: "This Taoist brother seems to have some experience in the art of Qimen Dunjia. How about you come out and let's have a test?"
"Bijibi, your Taoist master, I am the direct descendant of Zhang Zhenren in Longhushan. I am still afraid of you neon wild fox Zen?"
The fat man wore a full robe and a big beard, and he accepted Naoki Aoyama's call without hesitation.
For such a fierce Taoist master, not only the people in Nihong have never seen him before, but also the Taoists in China have seen him for the first time.
"Before the competition, may I ask where this Taoist brother learned from?"
Ito Xiunian, who was next to him, took a step forward and asked the fat man about his origins.
"I don't want to change my name in practice. I don't want to change my surname. My Taoist name is Zhang Qiling. I am a direct disciple of Zhenren Zhang of the Zhengyi sect."
The fat man introduced his name to Ito Shunen with a proud look on his face.
"Zhang Qiling? Is he famous?"
"Why haven't you heard this name before?"
"Could it be that Longhu Mountain has a deep meaning, so it sent a Taoist Taoist to challenge casually?"
There was another buzz in the hall.
"Stop looking at your Taoist master in a daze. Just say something quickly, okay?"
The fat man was in no mood to continue practicing Shuiwen with Ito and went straight to the point.
"It seems that this fellow Daoist Zhang has some attainments in the art of Qimen Dunjia. How about we compete in the art of escape?"
Itoxiu glanced at Naoki Aoyama and Hiroyuki Fujita, the great elder, quickly checked their eyes and asked the fat man.
As expected, Fatty accepted the offer gladly.
Under the guidance of the neon Taoists in the temple, a group of people were not in the main hall this time, but came to a pool behind the hall.
There are two wooden cabinets the size of one person in the pool.
"Everyone, this competition is about escape. Both parties do not bring any equipment and enter the cabinet naked with their hands tied. The cabinet is submerged in the water. The one who escapes first wins..."
"Since this competition is somewhat risky, both parties must sign a life and death contract."
Naoki Aoyama loudly announced the rules of the competition to the onlookers from the Taoist sect.
The fat man who transformed into Plath's version of Zhang Qiling asked people from Nishi Honganji Temple to bring him pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The life and death certificates were written quickly.
Fatty and Shunen Ito, who is fighting on behalf of Jiuju's faction, are about to put pen to paper.
But a majestic voice was heard.
"Wait!"
The person who spoke out to stop it was Taoist Shi Xianfeng of Maoshan Puritan Church.
"The two sides were fighting each other, and originally their lives depended on their fate. However, in order to avoid what happened to Master Liu of Jingming Dao, Pindao thought it would be better for both sides to check each other first to show fairness!"
Taoist priest Shi said loudly to the crowd of Taoists who were watching.
"It should be so!"
"It will give you peace of mind if you have to test it. After all, human life is at stake!"
Everyone nodded in agreement after hearing this.
This suggestion was unreasonable, so Aoyama Naoki could only follow the instructions.
A thin Taoist with a wretched appearance under "Zhenren Zhang" carefully inspected the wooden cabinets on both sides.
The member of the "Jiu Ju Faction" is Ito Shunen himself.
After confirming that it was correct, both parties signed their names on the "Declaration of Life and Death".
The competition officially begins.
Both parties in the fight stripped down to their underpants, and the other party carefully inspected them to prevent tools or other entanglements.
The inspection result was naturally no problem.
One person from each side will tie up the hands and feet of the opponent's fighter with ropes.
The tied people were locked in the wooden cabinet again.
The locked wooden cabinet was tied with rocks and sunk into the pool.
The water in the pool was quite deep, and the cabinet soon reached the top after it sank.
The water in the pool was deep, and soon there was no movement in everyone's sight. However, there were still large or small bubbles rising up from time to time in the water.
After about a minute, the bubbles gradually disappeared.
After another two minutes or so, the water surface returned to calmness and was already calm.
The Zhengyi faction, led by Zhenren Zhang, looked calm and relaxed, as if they didn't care about the fat man in the water.
The neon Taoist priests of the Jiuju sect led by Naoki Aoyama also looked nonchalant, and seemed to think that they had a chance to win.
More than two minutes passed.
There was something vaguely wrong about the atmosphere by the pool.
Yamaguchi Shunian whispered to Naoki Aoyama: "Master, it's almost time. Will there be any surprises in the meantime?"
The question was in Japanese and the voice was very low. Even though Aoyama Naoki was like this, he felt something was wrong.
——Under normal circumstances, Xiu Nian should have floated out of the water long ago!
"Pick up the wooden cabinet and see how it goes."
Naoki Aoyama forced himself to calm down and ordered his disciples.
Everyone worked together, and the two wooden cabinets tied with stones were pulled out of the water by the windlass.
Take out the key and open the wooden cabinet.
The first cabinet was opened, and water gushes out, but it's empty inside!
Looking at the second cabinet, after the water ran out, there was a person inside!
The ropes that bound the man's hands and feet had all come apart, but he still could not escape from the locked wooden cabinet. He had obviously been drowned alive in the cabinet...
The person who couldn't die anymore was Ito Shunen, the great disciple of the "Jiuju Sect".
"Brother!"
"Hurry up and save people!"
When everyone in Jiuju's group saw this situation, they were already panicked, and the atmosphere at the scene was a bit chaotic.
"No, our senior brother is trapped in the closet, and your people are also missing. This competition cannot count!"
Yamaguchi Hidenian shouted at "Zhenren Zhang" and other members of the Chinese Taoist sect.
"What doesn't count? Your Taoist master is here!"
A loud roar sounded behind everyone.
A fat Taoist priest with a beard on his face, wearing a shiny and sloppy Taoist robe, walked out of the hall behind everyone with his head held high.
