The weather was short in winter, so the Bad Taoist Master returned to his residence in the early evening. The National Preceptor's Office finally selected the top three as Southern Shaolin Yuantong, Northern Shaolin Jueyan, and the Great Buddhist Monk Mingwu.
The practice of the three monks is unpredictable. There are nine temples and eighteen courtyards in Southern Shaolin. Each temple and courtyard has thousands of monks. To stand out among them is an indication of the depth of Buddhism. Monk Yuantong’s meditation skills have reached the pinnacle. "Nine Temples" "Lotus Sleeves", "One Finger Zen", and "Eighteen Arhat Palms" are still fresh in Taoist priest's memory.
There are three temples and five temples in Northern Shaolin. Although the number is small, the scale is huge. There are two or three temples on the top of an ancient temple in the south. The difference is that the mountains in the south are steep and the temples are scattered, while the land in the north is wide and the roads are wide, making it easy to expand the temples.
Northern Shaolin pays attention to hard skills, and its kicks, punches and kicks are amazingly powerful. It is good at Buddhist classics such as "Twelve Spring Kicks", "Arhat Fist" and "Vajra Finger".
Southern Shaolin emphasizes internal cultivation of alchemy, Northern Shaolin focuses on external cultivation, and the Great Buddha Temple is the most casual. Years of hard training stimulates one's own potential, and they believe in the hard truth that "it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books."
The three monks represented the top Buddhist dharma in the three parties, especially the bitter monk Mingwu, who put a lot of pressure on Zhao Zhengli.
When Taoist Zhao returned to his residence, the Bi sisters were still warming themselves in the fireplace. Each of the two sisters held a copy of "Laughing in the Red Dust" and wiped their tears while reading it. They did not notice that the bad Taoist had returned home.
Zhao Zhengli sat next to the two women, holding his chin and looking at the two pictures of beauties with tears in their eyes. This book of love, hate, love and hatred had deprived them of so many tears of pain, and he cried again and again; he cried again and again. .
Perhaps because they didn't want the bad Taoist priest to see the joke, the Bi sisters went back to their houses sobbing. Zhao Zhengli looked at the two sisters' buttocks getting rounder and plumper, and gently slapped his own legs. Unfortunately, the texture was very different from the plump buttocks. Far.
Daochang Zhao rested alone for a while and then returned to the house in boredom. The maids consciously warmed the house in advance and prepared hot water, aromatherapy and other items.
After washing up and going to bed, the bedding is warm and has a faint fragrance. This is because the maids have set up a hand stove to warm the bed in advance, and the sealed charcoal fire in a porcelain jar can keep heat for a long time during the long night.
The male servant couldn't understand; if the natural bed heater is not used by the maid, why should we waste charcoal fire and hand stove? Although the female maid also wanted to warm the bed for the handsome and fair Taoist priest, she did not dare to take the initiative to ask for her needs. Only the sisters of the Bi family knew that the fair-faced Taoist priest was serious. If the maidservant really needed to warm the bed, they had already served for half a year, but Jun Qiao Tao I just have no interest in it. I don’t know if it’s because of his profound abstinence or because his body is incapable of doing it!
The snow stopped the next day, and the surface of the snow was frozen extremely hard. The martial arts arena at the outer east city gate was filled with people early, many times more than yesterday, because every year the three saints assessment in the temple is the final on the second day, and it is full of attractions. , today not only the common people and business travelers from inside and outside the capital came, but also monks and traveling monks, as well as sects and sects from far away who came here in admiration.
Changle Mansion has also added several venues to the gambling house, and today is destined to be a horde of gamblers as usual.
The top three in the Confucian Academy are Fang Na, Yu Bo, and Cai Xun.
The top three in Tianshi Mansion are Zhao Zhengli, Zhang Baishan, and Song Maoling.
The top three in the Imperial Preceptor's office are Yuantong, Jueyan, and Mingwu.
The nine people are firmly in each camp. Anyone who comes out of the world can dominate below the grand master. But today, the nine people can only stay in the top three. You can imagine the fierce battle.
Zhao Zhengli didn't like to be in the limelight, but the conditions offered by the court were too tempting. The first-class and fourth-class people were treated with the fourth-class treatment, and the second and third-class people were also treated with the fifth-class and follow-up fifth-class people. This was considered a high-ranking official outside the capital. Even if he had no real power, he would still be hanging around. This title is enough to overwhelm a large number of officials. The most important thing is the standard court treatment. How can he not be tempted!
It is not unreasonable to seek wealth through risk.
Before the competition even started, the gamblers started going crazy. Thousands and tens of thousands of real money bets were placed. Of course, they were all gold and silver bills. The piles of them were eye-catching, but they could only be jealous because there were hundreds of forbidden troops nearby. The guards were guarding. On the other side, several officials from the Household Department were displaying abacus to collect taxes on the spot. The officials were happy to slap the abacus, which made several stewards of Changle Hall feel pain in their flesh. Ten gold was taken away from the ninth floor. He ended up in the money laundering process, but fortunately the court left him some soup.
At 3 o'clock in the morning, the gong for the finals was sounded again by the old emperor. In the first game, Yu Bo from the Confucian Academy faced off against the bitter monk Mingwu from the Warring States Division. The two came on stage and each performed their own unique skills. Yu Bo's huge brush was scattered in the air, and the soft tip of the pen cut out rolling true colors. The air was like thick ink splashing, twisting the air, and attacking Monk Mingwu at an alarming speed.
Monk Mingwu didn't dodge at all. He chanted the Buddhist Dharma, lunged and punched out a golden fist. The fist of zhenqi gradually became larger with the distance, and finally it was three meters high. It directly smashed the zhenqi hit that was splashed by the writing brush in the aftermath, and flew into the air. It makes a cracking sound.
The onlookers stared wide-eyed. They all used their own special skills in the first move. What else could happen next?
The suffering monk Mingwu held a wooden Zen staff and turned it into countless afterimages on the spot. He took the initiative to attack Yubo. Yubo did not flinch. He rotated the brush in the air to hold the flowers. The huge disc of true energy was like a sharp blade cutting across the rushing suffering. monk.
Monk Mingwu's body remained unchanged and he drew the wooden stick into the air. The golden Buddha pattern directly destroyed the disc of true energy. At that time, the monk had already come to Yu Bo. He frowned and punched Yu Bo. A monk and a Confucian were instantly fighting. They formed a ball, and their fists, feet, and palms all contained true energy. Every collision made a harsh sound of metal, causing the snow in the martial arts field to collapse and the soil to tremble.
Dozens of moves in close combat gradually revealed differences. Confucianism Academy was good at deducing the transformation of true energy, but was not good at fighting in close quarters. The disadvantages in the aftermath gradually emerged. The bitter monk Mingwu majored in the Zen of suffering and the meditation of the body. His fists, kicks and kicks were extremely tough, and his punches and palms became harder and harder.
The people watching could see that his fists and kicks were fierce and powerful. Yu Bo managed to distance himself from him and decided to attack from a distance, but it was so difficult to escape. He gritted his teeth and resisted the blow, keeping a few meters away from the crazy monk, which made his palms hurt. .
Without any pause, he gathered all his strength and slashed through the air with his brush. A jet-black blade appeared out of thin air. It was extremely lifelike and shimmering with black light. It slashed along the direction of the brush. The corner of the bitter monk Mingwu's mouth was slightly raised. He held the wooden Zen staff in both hands and slashed through the air. With one finger, like an indestructible sharp cone, he directly broke the huge black blade, and only heard the sound of "click!" The metal broke.
Yu Bo retreated in shock, because the sharp cone transformed from the wooden Zen staff came towards him, and stopped abruptly when it was half an inch away from him. Only because the bitter monk Mingwu stopped moving forward, and he took back the wooden Zen staff with an expressionless face. Yu Bo was already having a headache at this moment. Sweat, the other party's Taoism is extremely profound, far beyond the middle level of his master. This is the most direct feeling of Yu Bo.
The onlookers watched the fight with great intensity, and the excitement of the fight was almost comparable to that between Zhao Zhengli and Yang Zhiming yesterday. The Taoist techniques were brilliant, and the fists and kicks were wonderful. The laymen watched the excitement, but the experts quietly learned unique experiences.
Yu Shangshu and his daughter sat quietly in the bureaucratic area, showing no emotion towards their defeated nephew and cousin, because many colleagues were casually observing the Minister of War with their peripheral vision.
Game 2: Cai Xun versus Zhang Baishan.
Confucianism and Confucianism exchanged greetings without any hesitation, and a fight broke out instantly. Cai Xun held a double hook against Zhang Baiyi's silver spear. The two fought conservatively at the beginning, and gradually revealed their trump cards. Confucian Xueyuan Cai Xun used double hooks. A picture of vast mountains was drawn, covering Zhang Baishan. Among the mountains where the true energy was condensed, there was a figure holding a spear. It was the trapped Zhang Baishan. He was fighting hard among the mountains in the painting. There were countless giant beasts and monsters, and everyone outside could only see blood splattered in all directions on the mountain map where the true energy was condensed. The mountains and rivers flowed into rivers, soaking the entire canvas in red. Zhang Bai's clothes were ragged, and there was countless blood.
Just when everyone thought he had no hope of breaking through, a silver spear pierced the mountain map where the true energy was condensed. Cai Xun was bitten and bled. He watched Zhang Baishan walk out like a demon in the painting, with long hair disheveled and blood stains. The map of mountains shredded into pieces of paper with a "hiss!" sound as if it was being torn apart.
Everyone present took a breath, the scene in the painting actually existed? So isn’t it true that the true energy of the Confucian Academy condenses all things?
Zhang Baishan's eyes were blood red, his body was covered with broken robes, and he was approaching Cai Xun with a gun, like a demon emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The two fought again. Zhang Baishan danced "Wudang Marksmanship" wildly and fought with Cai Xun's condensed twelve zodiac beasts. He also pushed the twenty-four days of the Gang and the seventy-two earth evils to the extreme, with a series of Taoist rhymes in each dance. , the two qi of yin and yang depend on each other, directly transforming Cai Xun's various true qi into the two qi of yin and yang.
Cai Xun was shocked; he could hardly fully use his Qi to take shape.
According to "Wudang Chronicles", there are twelve Heavenly Gangs missing in these twenty-four days. If the thirty-six Heavenly Gangs are made up, the yin and yang two qi deduced by the Tao Yun can directly form the yin and yang fish, transform the four images, perform the Bagua, and almost break the law together. All methods.
Cai Xun was unable to use his true energy to transform several times, and his mood was damaged. Zhang Baishan put a gun to his throat, and that was the end.
The change of situation was astonishing. Zhang Baishan actually turned defeat into victory. At that time, he stood in the martial arts field with an extremely tall figure. Even the three saints in the temple were dumbfounded. The Mufuzi was confused: "Wu Tian Gang Disha can actually defeat the evolution of true energy?"
Tianshi Zhao briefly pondered and concluded: "Maybe the Tiangang Earth Demon has reached a certain level and has the secret of returning to nature, so the two qi of yin and yang appear. The two qi of yin and yang are one of the initial gases of heaven and earth, and they can naturally restrain the true qi."
Master Yuanyi touched his head: "Sir, did you find a treasure in Tianshi Mansion?"
Zhao Tianshi pressed his hand and said proudly: "Low-key, low-key!"
These words were extremely harsh to Mu Fuzi's ears. After losing two games in a row, he grunted and said nothing.
The old emperor was sipping snacks and tea in the high platform tent, watching the exciting fights below. He was extremely happy, because the three saints in the temple were all his emperor's personal guards. The more powerful they were, the more powerful they could intimidate the court. He did not feel bored at all, and he was even energetic. Cheer up!
In the third game, Song Maoling faced off against Northern Shaolin Jueyan.
One Buddha, one stick and one sword. Even if they fight for hundreds of rounds, it is difficult to determine the winner. This is the most intense and long-lasting battle today. The North Shaolin "Twelve Spring Legs" versus the Tianshifu "Dragon, Elephant and Ten Thousand Spirits" ", smashing the martial arts field into a pit several meters deep, and the true energy was as endless as the vast ocean, each time more violent than the last. Song Maoling's "One Sword to Ask the Immortal" directly opened dozens of meters of cracks in the martial arts field.
Northern Shaolin Jueyan was so shocked that his monk's robe was shattered, exposing his body made of copper and iron bones. His massive muscles like a coiled dragon made the women present scream with excitement.
The two fought more than a hundred moves in close quarters. The "Arhat Fist" and "Dragon and Tiger Duel" battles were inseparable. The martial arts field was already in disarray. Both of them were bleeding, but the more they fought, the fiercer they became. They performed dozens of stunts. Countless times, fists and kicks were exchanged. Song Maoling's "Broken Sword Style" penetrated Jueyan's Vajra Finger. The two of them each won half a move and were tied.
This is an unexpected ending, but also a reasonable ending.
Because the two of them were so strong, they fought for more than an hour. Everyone watching was dumbfounded and described the match as like a fight between gods, destroying the world and destroying the world. The dozens of meters deep pits are the best proof.
The draw made the banker smile, and he searched for gold and silver from various gamblers and directly recovered half of yesterday's losses.
In the fourth game, Zhao Zhengli faced the Southern Shaolin monk Yuantong.
The first thing that Daochang Zhao did was to walk towards the betting table, which made the steward of the banker's music hall twitch his eyelids.
Only one voice was heard: "I bet on Zhao Zhengli to win!"
The dealer quickly revealed the payout ratio, 0.5 to 1!
Daochang Zhao's eyes almost popped out: "So low?"
The steward of the Changle Hall showed a profiteer smile: "Comprehensive research; the Taoist Master's force is transcendent, and the bookmaker can only give this odds!"
Without saying a word, Zhao Zhengli took out a large stack of banknotes, totaling hundreds of thousands of taels, and placed them on the gambling table: "Push all the 300,000 banknotes!"
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The manager of Zhuangjiale Hall was stunned, and quickly wrote the bet receipt. He would not lose 300,000 even if he gambled 150,000 yuan, and there was still half a chance. Besides, there was no telling who would lose and who would win.
After saying this, the rest of the betting crowd followed suit, and for a while, all the betting tables were betting that Zhao Zhengli would win!
However, there are still some old gamblers who bet on Monk Tongyuan simply because he was so outstanding in previous years.
