Changsheng had not slept for several days. Even with the support of spiritual energy, he couldn't bear it anymore. After waiting for a while, the god didn't show up, so he leaned on the back of the chair and fell asleep.
Since there were people outside the venue talking all the time, the voice of the deity's voice did not wake him up after he appeared. It was only when the drums started playing that Changsheng opened his eyes dimly. He saw a tall middle-aged woman and a short, dark-skinned man in his prime. The man was concentrating on the stage and preparing to take action. In the Zhengnan Kun position of the Tai Chi Stone Platform, there is a set of seats with spiritual energy transformed into several tables. Sitting on the seat is a black-faced immortal wearing an underworld official uniform. This person must be around fifty years old, with The official uniform of the underworld and the position where he sits clearly indicate that this person is an underworld official.
Since Chang Sheng only took a short nap and did not sleep enough, there were many bloodshot eyes after opening his eyes. Unlike Chang Sheng, Shi Xuanming had fallen asleep several times under the pretense of meditating before. At this time, he was very energetic. Seeing that Chang Sheng was tired and sleepy, he hurriedly whispered He said, "This time we still follow the old rules. We will compete first and then discuss the subject. You can sleep for a while and I will keep an eye on you."
Now is the last battle for the silver talisman, and the battle for the gold talisman is about to begin. Chang Sheng does not dare to take it lightly. Tired from entering the battle, he closes his eyes again and leans back on the chair. "I am autistic and have closed my eyes and ears to rest and regain my consciousness. If anything happens, you Just reach out and push me."
"Okay." Shi Xuanming responded.
As a master of purple energy, Changsheng can not only close his ears and eyes, isolate himself from external disturbances, but also accurately control the duration of his sleep. He feels that the competition will not end within an hour, so he uses his mind before going to bed, telling himself that within an hour Then wake up.
When the hour comes, Changsheng wakes up immediately. Although an hour is not long, it is just right for a purple energy master who only needs three hours of sleep every day. If he sleeps for too long, it will be difficult to regain consciousness immediately after waking up. .
Seeing Changsheng open his eyes and sit up straight, Shi Xuanming hurriedly uncorked the water bag he had prepared and handed it over. Changsheng reached out to take it, raised his head and drank a few sips.
At this time, in addition to the old Yin official on the stage, there was also a haggard monk from the Western Regions. The Western Regions monk must be forty or fifty years old. The gray cloth monk's clothes he wore had many patches on them.
The monk was sitting on the stone platform at this time. At first Changsheng thought that the monk was discussing Taoism with the old Yin official, but when he looked carefully, he found that it was not the case. The monk was sitting on the west edge of the stone platform, away from the old Yin official. The official was far away, and there was no conversation between the two.
When Changsheng handed the water bag back, Shi Xuanming said, "The competition is not over yet. Tianzhu Bhikkhu still has a quarter of an hour left to win."
Changsheng nodded. There were many bloodstains on the stone platform, which showed that the previous competition was quite tragic. At least one person was seriously injured and bleeding in one of them.
Shi Xuanming continued, "There were five people on stage during this period. This Tianzhu monk was the third one to take the stage. This person's magical power was very remarkable. He could extend his hands and feet at will. He easily defeated the short man from Annan. The short man was beaten until he vomited blood. The short man came with his wife. Seeing that her husband suffered a loss, the woman came to the stage to avenge him. This man was good at casting poison, but that day Zhu monk had magical powers to protect his body. Not only did he not Instead, she suffered the consequences. The last person to take the stage was a Taoist priest. When he couldn't defeat him in boxing and kicking, he used a magic spell to escape from the body. Unexpectedly, Tianzhu Bhikkhu also did the same thing. In the end, the Taoist priest was no match for him. He severely damaged his soul and almost almost died."
While Shi Xuanming was speaking, Chang Sheng had been looking around. Long Haotian was sleeping soundly, and the masked woman in black was closing her eyes to rest. In addition to these two people, there were many people outside the venue who were also closing their eyes and resting. However, people who close their eyes and rest may not always come on stage, and people who haven’t slept may not necessarily come on stage.
"What kind of Taoist priest is sitting there?" Changsheng asked casually.
Shi Xuanming replied, "I'm not old, about thirty years old. I used to sit in the earthquake position, but I left early after losing the fight."
Changsheng was a little impressed by what Shi Xuanming said, but not deeply. "Buddhist practice aims to strengthen the spirit, Taoist practice aims to temper the body. Taoists and monks compete for souls, which is to use one's own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points."
"Yes," Shi Xuanming nodded and said, "Many people expected him to win, but in the end he still lost."
"Why do everyone outside the field expect him to win?" Changsheng asked casually.
Shi Xuanming replied in a low voice, "Because this Tianzhu monk was too harsh and had no mercy from the monks. All three of his fights resulted in bloodshed."
Changsheng nodded and asked, "Can you tell which sect he is a monk from?"
Shi Xuanming frowned and shook his head, "It's hard to say. This man is skinny and barefoot. He must be an ascetic. Although an ascetic is also a monk, he belongs to Brahmanism. Brahmanism is very ancient, and its teachings are not very different from the current Mahayana Buddhism. Same."
While the two were talking, time also passed slowly, and no one came on stage to challenge them for a long time.
Immortal is not surprised by this result. There are two possibilities for no one to take the stage. One is that everyone outside the court feels that he is no match for this ascetic. Another possibility is that the remaining people are not very interested in the silver charm and will fight in the end. This kind of extreme situation can easily occur in a game, either the competition is extremely fierce, or there are very few people participating.
When the time came, the sound of ringing gold sounded, and the competition officially ended.
Hearing the sound of ringing gold, the skinny monk stood up straight, went straight to the old Yin official, clasped his hands and chanted, "Namo Amitabha, I win."
The old Yin official raised his head and glanced at the skinny monk, "If you want to get the magic talisman, it's not enough to win the martial arts competition. You also need to analyze the scriptures and evaluate the character."
The skinny monk didn't speak Chinese well, and his tongue was straight when he spoke, "You ask, I won't tell lies."
"If you get the magic talisman to extend your life, how will you preach and educate the world?" asked the old Yin official.
"I don't teach the Dharma, nor do I teach," the skinny monk shook his head, "I tried, but teaching is useless. If they don't obey, they will do whatever I ask them to do in the future. If they don't obey, I will severely punish them."
Hearing the words of the monk, the old Yin official frowned suddenly, "Those who practice virtue are kings, and those who pretend to be benevolent are hegemons. To educate the world, you should use emotion, move with reason, follow the guidance, and teach sincerely. How can the world be able to coerce with force? Convinced?"
"I don't understand what you said before," Fanseng shook his head, "They are hard-edged but not soft-hearted. Tell them carefully, they won't listen, you can only make them afraid."
The old Yin official was undoubtedly dissatisfied with Fan Seng's answer, but thinking that Fan Seng told the truth and did not lie against his will, he suppressed his dissatisfaction and said again, "The way of heaven is beneficial but not harmful, and the way of man is to do without fighting. You are a monk, so you should be honest and benevolent in your actions. How can you value force and neglect justice and impose oppression?"
The old Yin official's words were obscure and even the monks did not understand them completely. "Vaishyas and Sudras are untouchables. They don't listen to the truth and are afraid of whips."
Monk Fan spoke Chinese very poorly, and communication with the elderly Yin official was not very smooth. It was like playing the harp to a cow, or talking to a chicken with a duck. When I saw Monk Fan again, his words were extreme, and he became even more dissatisfied with him. What’s the difference between using force to suppress someone and being a villain?”
"I am the evil person," said Monk Fan. "If there were no evil people, the people would not have suffering. If there were no suffering, they would not need gods and Buddhas."
"You, you, you..." the old man Yin Guanqi's face turned livid, "for your virtue, granting a talisman can only encourage evil."
"What do you mean, don't you want to give me the magic talisman?" Monk Fan was confused.
"This game is over and we will compete again..."
