As expected, the young monk Wuchen closed his hands together, first gently called the Buddha's name, and then said quietly: "Amitabha! I am Wuneng, representing Lingbao Temple to participate in this competition."

The monk didn't speak loudly, but every word was clear, and it fell into Zhao Xiaobai's ears, and it was as if he had heard an absolute joke!

What! He said that his name is Wuneng? Zhu Wuneng? He is sure?

Hahahaha... This little monk is obviously called Wuchen, hey! Whose name is not good for impersonation, but he... hahaha... why not be more straightforward and just call him Bajie?

He is fine, why did he get such a magic number?

Did he deliberately laugh at me to death?

However, Zhao Xiaobai found that except for him, no one in the audience looked abnormal, as if the little monk called Wuneng or Wuneng, and there was nothing worth making a fuss about...

I couldn't help but feel strange: "Second Brother" is so popular here?

A sudden thought flashed in my mind: Well? There seems to be no one in this world named Wu Chengen, who wrote the book "Journey to the West"?

So, Brother Zhu’s famous reputation is not widely known in this world? No, no, except me, maybe no one knows it at all?

Oh, so that's it!

But this little monk Wuchen just took the name of the second senior brother. Could it be just a coincidence?

I squinted and looked carefully. This little novice monk was elegant, with neither humble nor arrogant attitude, decent behavior, and sloppy movements. He could not help but admire him secretly, and temporarily put a big question mark in his heart.

"Ming Yun from Shenxiao Palace is fortunate to participate in this competition on sutras and scriptures, and I am very honored!"

Mingyun is indeed a good person, with a graceful temperament, a straightforward voice, and is not delayed at all, and it is quite like that.

The referee Zhu Yi waited for the players on both sides to introduce themselves, knocked on the case table again and said, "The two have advanced cultivation and will definitely shock the earth when they start to fight."

"This is the palace, please pay attention to civility and politeness and not to smash things."

"In order to ensure this, players on both sides are asked to abide by the rules and not exceed the rules. Please invite the little princess Anyang, An and the little princess to the field and define the scope of activities of both sides."

"Please!"

It turns out that there are old rules for the competition. The true energy and immortal power can only be smashed into the other party, and cannot affect other things, and cannot rudely destroy the palace. Otherwise, the person who loses the sentence will discuss it.

As soon as Zhu Yiqun finished speaking, a soft music suddenly sounded in the hall. Two pretty beauties, each with a long palace maid behind them, walked out gracefully on the drum beats of the music.

Both of them had empty hands, but when they walked to the center of the hall, the flowers suddenly bloomed brightly. Oh... the colorful redbuds and roses fell all over the sky, which was so magical.

Unexpectedly, such two big-sized princesses also had great magic? Zhao Xiaobai was a little surprised. But when he thought of the Emperor's House, a large group of famous teachers, and spiritual medicines and elixirs, he gradually became calm.

The sprinkling petals slowly gathered, and finally formed two two-meter square circles in the center of the hall, which were very beautiful.

Zhao Xiaobai couldn't help but smile in his heart: Hehe, let a bull-nosed Taoist priest and a bald monk, two of them jumped like monkeys among the flowers. Who came up with this idea?

Isn't it good to draw one or two boxes directly?

But this time he thought it was a mess.

The cold and ruthless voice of the referee Zhu Yiqun rang in the hall: "Those who scatter the petals or who are beaten will bear it! Those who are beaten out of the circle will bear it! Those who have no power to fight back can beg for mercy. Now start."

Zhao Xiaobai suddenly realized in his heart: Oh, this petal actually plays this role.

After looking at it, Taoist Mingyun had a cultivation level of about 7th to 8th level of return to the Void, while the little monk Wuchen was much lower, and at most 5th level of return to the Void.

Generally speaking, Mingyun is sure to win.

But for some reason, Zhao Xiaobai felt a little uneasy: This little monk is probably not that simple!

Taoist Mingyun and the young monk Wuchen each stood in a circle, and were more than a meter apart. Mingyun had a Qiushui sword in his hand, and his aura was full; the young monk closed his hands, his eyes slightly closed, and he muttered something in his mouth, as if he was reciting scriptures.

"World-Honored One! Now I have heard such scriptures and believe, understand, and uphold them, which is not difficult. If I am in the next life, after five hundred years, then I will be the most rare person."

"Why? This person has no self, no human appearance, no sentient being appearance, no life-living appearance..."

Zhao Xiaobai was shocked when he heard this: This monk is using the supreme Buddhist scriptures to refute my argumentative point just now.

Haha, don’t you agree? Why don’t you agree with martial arts? Why didn’t you go through the discussion of scriptures just now? Hehe.

He couldn't help but glance at the monk with interest, but the monk just opened his eyes and looked at him. A clear gaze was like a stream of light passing through the sky.

Zhao Xiaobai couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and a slight purple light flew up, and the sky suddenly became like sunlight shattered. Although it was silent, it was like a firework in an instant, and the colorful lights scattered.

The two of them secretly made a move, but they still felt unsatisfied. They showed their horns like two strong and aggressive bulls, shaking their farts and legs, and pretending to do something again.

But a voice sounded from the referee's seat: "Linwan mirror, hurt the scenery..."

"Alas~~ Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Gou Frost Moon Bright!"

The old scholar sighed twice, and the first one was originally a sad old age, as if he was recalling his long-lived passionate time; the artistic conception of the second sound suddenly changed, and it seemed that the young man was envious of all the young man.

The air within a few feet of the square garden suddenly became like boiling water, boiling and murderous intent, but it stopped quickly like a sudden encounter with a cold current, and everything returned to peace.

The two teenagers knew that their actions violated the rules. They realized that the old man intended to punish him severely, but for some reason, they suddenly sighed and retracted their murderous aura. In the end, they just issued a warning in the gentlest way. The two of them were so lit up in their hearts that they couldn't help but lower their eyebrows.

In the center of the hall, Mingyun stood in the circle and suddenly shouted, and his figure suddenly changed, overlapping, like dozens of figures swaying in the circle. Ten shadows and ten swords were terrifying, but the cold light was not triggered.

Zhao Xiaobai couldn't help but smile: Hehe, Lingbo Piaomiao, Taoist Thousand Shadows Fantasy Sword!

This senior brother Mingyun is so smart in his swordsmanship. It’s good to attract but not to be triggered! Taoism is a chivalrous immortal and a noble person. How can he take advantage of this little monk’s first move? This is the case.

The little monk's eyes flashed, his face showed a slight smile, and he chanted in a very coquettish manner: "The green mountains are the same as the wind and rain, and the bright moon has never been two villages!"

"Brother Mingyun, I am a manipulator!"

With a "slam" sound, several sword lights appeared around him, and it turned out to be... half of the light yellow sword light, half of the light purple sword light, softly looking at each other, flowing brightly, each brightly.

His Royal Highness over there suddenly seemed to realize something, suddenly stood up and shouted: "Ah! This sword technique is, yes..."

"The country is different, the sun and the moon are the same!"

In the guest of the host, an old monk with white eyebrows sat upright and closed his hands slightly, sighed and said, "Amitabha! Your Highness, do you understand?"

The prince stood up for a while, turned around suddenly, bowed slightly to his father, and said, "Father, I dare to attack the Yue army, please withdraw my troops!"

The emperor couldn't help but be stunned: This child is so good, why did he get into military and national affairs?

Well... I came to report from the army that this so-called "Wu Neng" monk was alone and was a horse. He recently blocked the Cangwu army from crossing the river in the Zhangshui River.

Which one did he sing today?

Without iron-blooded means, how could the four barbarians be subjugated? How could they promote the power of my great country? I, the emperor, unknowingly, was bewitched by these monks with false benevolence and righteousness?
Chapter completed!