Chapter 273 Who Wins and Who Loses
The sky was gloomy, and the incident of Zhao Duan’s arrival quickly subsided.
People once again turned their attention to the empty arena ahead and the upcoming fight.
"When does it begin?"
Zhao Duan stood condescendingly and looked at the two stands facing each other, one on the left and one on the right.
Those are the directions of Tianshi Mansion and Shenlong Temple respectively.
His eyes instinctively looked for the gold slip, but he couldn't find it. He only saw Gongshu Tianyuan among a group of warlocks wearing priest robes.
This craftsman and warlock full of whimsical ideas changed into a brand new robe today, and he did not carry the big bamboo tube of the fox fairy that he kept as a "pet".
Standing in the crowd with his hands behind his hands, he looked serious and solemn. As if he sensed the gaze from here, Gongshu Tianyuan looked at him, slightly surprised.
Then, he nodded towards Zhao Duan.
"Almost, haha, if you come a little later, you will miss it." The old eunuch in the python robe said leisurely.
The two sat side by side and chatted quietly, not attracting attention.
Seeing Zhao Duan looking around, the wrinkled face of the Ouchi master smiled and teased:
"Don't look for it, we won't come out until later."
...Zhao Duan said harshly: "I'm just surprised that not many powerful people from the two families came.
It’s okay that Zhang Tianshi’s disciples are wandering around outside. How come they only see a debate machine here at Shenlong Temple? "
As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards the stands of Shenlong Temple.
A great monk in yellow or brown robes lined up in a beautiful scenery. The handsome monk Bianji in white robes stood out among the crowd.
Eunuch Hai almost lay in the spacious Grand Master's chair. He fished out an orange like a magic trick in his hands, slowly peeled off the peel, and tore off the orange strands one by one.
He said "Oh" and said: "Two of the three Bodhisattvas from Shenlong Temple are outside, and only Prajna is there.
Haha, but this little nun has a weird temperament and doesn't want to come in person, but it doesn't matter, it's not far after all. Have you seen those falcons raised by Buddhism? The news will be there in a moment. "
A fifty-two-year-old little nun... yes, compared to your father-in-law, she is indeed a "little nun"... The corner of Zhao Duan's mouth twitched.
In my mind, the dazzling white female Bodhisattva by the pond under the moonlight that night came to mind. I thought about it and said:
"My father-in-law, who do you think will win this battle?"
Hai Zongfeng broke open a piece of orange, stuffed it into his mouth, and muttered:
"What does it have to do with you?"
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he heard the melodious and low sound of bells coming from the depths of Tianshi Mansion.
In an instant, the commotion of the crowd suddenly stopped.
Everyone stopped talking at the same time and looked at the light curtain in the sky with excitement and expectation.
"It's about to begin!" Next to her, the female officer Mochou said suddenly, as if to remind her.
Zhao Duan closed his mouth and looked towards the ring. A bright light was like a comet, dragging a sharp and long tail flame, running from the end of the gloomy sky.
in exclamations.
Falling on the ring ring, a figure of a petite girl with a black priest robe outlined with golden threads, a delicate and pale face, and slightly curly black hair at the end was outlined.
It’s Priest Jin Jian whom I haven’t seen for many days!
"Junior sister, show some color to these bald donkeys! Don't lose your status."
Behind him, the little chubby Dun Gongshu Tianyuan, like a magic trick, took out a magic weapon shaped like a trumpet, put it to his mouth and cheered loudly.
Jin Jian, who had been preparing for the battle behind closed doors for a long time, looked cold today.
The moment he came on stage, he grabbed the air with his right hand, lowered his wrist slightly, and slowly "pulled out" a staff with a golden single eye on the top from the rippling air.
He grabbed the inner pocket of his robe with his left hand and put a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the delicate bridge of his nose.
There were chip-like light spots at the hem of the priest's robe, which expanded and contracted, and she seemed to be in the ripples of the sea of stars.
Then, in full view of everyone, the petite girl "grew up" quickly.
His height keeps rising, his short legs are extended and slender, and his long hair grows crazily, hanging down to his hips in the blink of an eye. Silver stars pour down from the top of his hair.
Transform into...a magical girl...
In the stands, Zhao Duan was stunned, and suddenly recalled the night when he and the girl dealt with the defecting priest.
At this moment, Jin Jian also suddenly turned his head, looked this way, and looked at him.
"Zhao Duan?"
Jin Jian was surprised. She thought this friend would not come.
Through the lenses, she could clearly see Zhao Duan nodding towards her and making a strange gesture that seemed to be encouraging.
The corners of Jin Jian's mouth curled up slightly, and she nodded. Then she sensed something and turned to look across.
…
In the stands.
Under the strange looks in the eyes of Lao Hai, Mochou, and Xu Junling, Zhao Duan silently put down his scissor hands, pretending that nothing happened and said:
"That Tianhai is about to appear too."
You seem to be hiding something... "Big Ice Tuozi" Mochou's face was expressionless.
What kind of gesture is this? It's so weird... Could it be some kind of secret way of transmitting information... Xu Junling, who looks like a lady to everyone, thought wildly.
"Boom!"
On the side of Shenlong Temple, among the many great monks, a muffled sound suddenly spread.
Behind the group of monks, there was a young monk who was covered up.
The young monk named Tianhai folded his arms, as if dozing off, and sat cross-legged with a strange "Zen staff" in the shape of two hexagonal prisms across his knees.
At this moment, the young monk suddenly opened his eyes, pressed his hands, and the ground collapsed three inches.
The whole person was like a cannonball, leaping up with a roar, and in full view of everyone, it crossed a high parabola and fell hard on the ring!
It triggered countless exclamations from the crowd. Zhao Duan finally saw his appearance clearly.
"Tianhai" is indeed young, and looks about sixteen or seventeen years old.
Wearing a tan monk's robe, there are no Buddhist beads on his body. He is slightly thin and has an ordinary appearance. He is dressed in a standard "warrior monk" style.
The forehead is wrapped with a yellow silk ribbon, which is quite eye-catching.
At this moment, he was standing on the ring, with his hands made of brass, with slender prisms at both ends, and a long stick with a protruding end leaning on the ground. His expression was indifferent, and his eyes were locked on the golden slip without emotion.
"Is he Tianhai? That unsociable Buddhist monster?"
Zhao Duan heard the officials around him talking about it.
Apparently, this person showed up for the first time after three days of fighting.
Mochou, who was wearing a wingless black gauze, had a strange look in his eyes:
"Is that ribbon covering his natural vertical eyes? I thought I could see them."
No... Your famous "female prime minister" is so keen on hunting for novelties, why can't she ask constructive questions... Zhao Duan complained and said seriously:
"Father, is this man holding a weapon or a weapon?"
The old eunuch in the python robe slowly ate the orange, looking like he was used to seeing big winds and waves, and said leisurely:
"It is both a weapon and a fortress. Its name is the 'Six-Way Stick', and it is also a treasure with great origins.
The two ends of the stick contain the Six Ways of the 'World Honored One'... However, this young monk's realm is too low to bring out the mysterious side of this instrument, so it can only be used as a weapon. "
At this time, Tianshi Mansion and Shenlong Temple each sent warlocks to read out the rules of the fight.
Follow the process.
Then, a thin, silky, inverted glass bowl-shaped cover suddenly rose up around the ring, isolating the ring from the viewing area.
The atmosphere in the whole place suddenly became solemn and serious.
The middle-aged priest accompanying the abbot in the fight announced:
"The fight begins!"
On the arena, Jin Jian and Tian Hai met each other with increasing momentum.
…
…
Deep inside the Tianshi Mansion, in the small courtyard.
Zhang Yan, who was lying under the big banyan tree, raised his head, looked at the female emperor who appeared opposite, and said with a smile:
"Your Majesty is here?"
Wearing white uniforms and without any accessories, the stunningly beautiful Empress of Yu walked up.
He lowered his eyes and looked under the banyan tree. In front of Zhang Yanyi, there was a square table, refreshments, and two empty bamboo chairs, and he whispered:
"The Heavenly Master is interested."
Zhang Yan smiled, looking very kind, and said with emotion: "Hundreds of years ago, on the day of the martial arts fight, Emperor Taizu would invite contemporary heavenly masters and Buddhist abbots to have a private gathering to drink tea and watch the battle. That scene , what it should look like.”
Xu Zhenguan leaned over and sat in the bamboo chair, raised his slender hands, played with the tea bowl, and said with a smile: "At that time, Emperor Taizu was the undisputed number one in the world, and the masters of the Xu Dynasty also took over Buddhism and Taoism. The two families are in the limelight, and Emperor Taizu invited both parties to have a small gathering, but his intentions were impure and meant to show off. "
Zhang Yan laughed, pointed at her and said:
"If Emperor Taizu knew that his descendants arranged him in this way, I don't know what he would think."
Xu Zhenguan smiled casually:
“With the mind of our ancestors, I probably won’t care about this.”
Zhang Yanyi sighed: "Yes, it's a pity. The old man was not born in that era. After Emperor Taizu passed away, the tradition of annual gatherings fell apart, and the successive abbots of Shenlong Temple no longer participated. The Heavenly Master also lacks interest."
Xu Zhenguan picked up the teapot and poured three cups of clear Longjing wine himself:
"But all the emperors of my Xu family have kept this unwritten tradition. Whenever there is a fight, I will come to the appointment. Just like the Celestial Master will also leave two empty chairs."
Zhang Yanyi sighed: "When people get older, they pay special attention to some traditional rules that younger generations don't understand. In the final analysis, it's nothing more than using this method to try to leave some traces of the past."
At this moment, the bell rolled across the small courtyard.
Xu Zhenguan smiled, pushed one cup to Tianshi, and kept one cup for himself:
"At this moment, the fighting outside will begin."
Zhang Yan smiled, swept his sleeves, and the third cup swirled around. The tea splashed into the air, forming a curtain of water.
In the water curtain, there are monks and monks facing each other on the ring.
…
Jizhao nunnery.
Being part of Shenlong Temple, the nunnery looks extremely deserted today.
Most of the nuns went to watch the battle, leaving only a few to maintain the daily operations of the nunnery.
Princess Yunyang, who likes to wear red dresses but now only wears monk's robes, walked through the autumn courtyard and arrived at the small courtyard with a pond.
The pond is full of residual lotus.
shore.
Wearing thin pure white monk robes, with skin like snow and a plump body, the female Bodhisattva is clearly fifty years old, but her appearance and temperament make even Princess Yunyang jealous. The female Bodhisattva is humming and combing her hair.
"I thought you, an old nun, would go to see the martial arts fight." Princess Yunyang sneered sarcastically.
Prajna Bodhisattva stopped singing, smiled, and looked at her lovingly: "If the poor nun left, wouldn't I teach you to escape?"
Princess Yunyang shivered for no reason, covering her buttocks with both hands, staring at her, unwilling to fall into the disadvantage:
"I'm counting the time. The bell has been ringing for a while. Now, I'm afraid the battle is over."
"so?"
"I want to know who loses and who wins."
Prajna Bodhisattva looked at her for a while, sighed softly, looked at the sky, and saw an eagle flying over from a distance.
She waved her hand, and a scroll of paper fell lightly from the falcon's mouth. The big words on it were clearly legible:
Buddhism wins!
(End of this chapter)