"Amitabha, the donor came to Xiangguo Temple this time. Isn't he just here to see my joke?"

This old Arhat, who seemed to have had his whole soul sucked out, gently hit the wooden fish with cracked lines with a small mallet, his face full of helplessness.

"I came to Xiangguo Temple this time, firstly for the contest between Xichu and Dayin."

Li Nuo looked at the old monk's thin body under his cassock with furtive eyes, and said with a smile, "Secondly, I want to borrow your Arhat's golden body for a while."

"Donor Li, are you kidding me? My Arhat's golden body is in dilapidated condition, and I need to use my soul to preserve it day and night. What are you going to do with it?"

The old Arhat's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly felt some pain under his ribs...

"Anyway, your Arhat's golden body is of no use anymore. Keeping it is a waste, and it won't necessarily improve if you use your soul to nourish it. Why not give it to me? Maybe it can still exert some residual heat in my hands, and it won't be in vain for you. Fu, Hu, Luo, Han’s famous names for a lifetime!”

A bright light burst out from Li Nuo's eyes, and he reread the old monk's Buddhist inscription.

"How do you know that I am an Arhat who is hiding behind a tiger?"

The old Arhat was quite surprised.

The world only knows that the abbot of Xiangguo Temple is an old Arhat, but they don’t know the name of his dharma!

The six great arhats of Buddhism are led by Jianglong!

As for the names of the other five Arhats, very few people in the world know them.

"You guessed it!" Li Nuo said with a smile, "Old monk, I already know your Dharma name. If you hand over the [Arhat's Golden Body] to me, I will definitely not insult your reputation forever."

Of course it was not a guess, but something Jiu Jianxian revealed accidentally.

Jiujianxian was very disgusted with Buddhism, but he chose to be brothers with two Arhats from Buddhism.

These two Arhats are Jianglong and Fuhu.

The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched slightly, and he uttered three words firmly: "What a beautiful idea!"

[Arhat Golden Body] is the root of [Third-grade Arhat Realm], how can it be given away at will?

This is as absurd as asking Confucian scholars to extract their Confucian and Taoist roots for the world to play with.

Once this is given away, his cultivation will never return to the [Third-Rank Realm]. What's even worse is that he is taking the path of a monk, so his cultivation will fall directly to the [Fifth-Rank Vajra Realm]!

Thinking back to those days, when he was training in the world, he had conquered many demons and spirits. Once they knew that he had lost the [Arhat's Golden Body], they would all come to seek revenge and complain.

Without the intimidating power of Arhat, I'm afraid anyone can come to Xiangguo Temple and step on him!

"Then why did you lend the [Arhat's Golden Body] to that monster bird in the first place?"

Li Nuo smacked his lips, very curious.

The third-grade green bird demon who was suppressed in the Infinite Purgatory Level of [Purgatory Tower], after escaping from prison, went to Xiangguo Temple to borrow the [Arhat's Golden Body] from this old monk.

The old Arhat's hand shook involuntarily and knocked the wooden fish crookedly.

Seeing this, he knew that his heart was a little confused.

He put down his mallet and sighed: "Qingque made a bet with Lao Na and won the old man, so he took this golden body to meditate for a period of time. Although he is a demon body, he is willing to escape into Buddhism and practice Buddhism hard. How can Lao Na do this? Not to shave him?"

Li Nuo was greatly surprised: "The Blue Bird Demon is really ready to study Buddhism?"

"Why is the donor so interested in Qingque?"

the monk asked.

"Haha, it's nothing. I'm just asking. Then you can take good care of yourself. I'm going out to watch their competition."

Li Nuo stood up from the futon and was about to turn around and leave when the old monk suddenly stopped him again.

"Amitabha, donor, please stay."

"Ah? You changed your mind?"

The monk was a little hesitant, but finally made up his mind, clasped his hands together, and said: "If the donor can do something for me, this [Arhat's Golden Body] can actually be discussed."

"What's the matter?"

Li Nuo was overjoyed.

"Ahem... A mother and daughter came to Xiangguo Temple to fulfill their vows and insisted on seeing the old monk, but the old monk refused them."

The old monk sighed slightly, "Hey, they just stay in Xiangguo Temple and won't leave. If the donor can drive them down the mountain, then how about I temporarily lend this [Arhat's Golden Body] to the donor for a month?"

"Mother and daughter, do you still wish? This shows that they are devout believers in your Buddhism. Why don't you see them?"

Li Nuo didn't understand.

The old monk looked ashamed and said, "I once asked someone to approve my life."

"Ah? No, you are a monk, don't you know how to tell fortunes by yourself? Why do you ask others to tell fortunes?"

Li Nuo was stunned.

Is there something wrong with this monk’s mind?

The old monk said awkwardly: "I am a warrior monk and not proficient in physiognomy..."

Li Nuo suddenly realized it and said with a smile: "Your Buddhist system is really awkward. It is divided into literary monks and warrior monks."

"Donor, please listen to me."

The old monk recalled the past and said: "Back then, I saved a female benefactor. She rested in the temple for a while before coming down the mountain. At that time, a blind Taoist came to the door and personally performed a divination for the old monk, saying,

A few years later, the woman will come to the temple with her daughter to fulfill her vow. I cannot meet the mother and daughter, otherwise..."

When he said otherwise, the old monk paused and looked a little strange.

"How else?"

Everyone has a gossip heart, and Li Nuo is no exception. He leaned forward slightly and listened with his ears straight.

"Otherwise... I will be moved by my ordinary heart, and will lose all my cultivation, and I will be ashamed to face the Buddha! Alas..."

The old monk let out a long sigh.

Damn it!

Li Nuo was stunned on the spot, dumbfounded!

What kind of woman is so powerful that she can win the hearts of even this Arhat?

Don't be fooled, right?

etc……

Is the fortune teller blind?

Could it be him again?

Li Nuo suddenly felt terrified.

Why is this blind man still haunting...

He vaguely felt that there was a dragnet hanging above his head. As soon as the time came, it would fall and trap him!

"Monk, the blind man who gave you a divination is a mystical master of Tianji Dao!"

Li Nuo took a deep breath and asked solemnly.

"Oh, the donor actually knows his name?"

This time it was the monk's turn to be surprised.

Tianji Dao monks can shield their own Tianji, especially after entering the transcendent realm.

That's why the Tianji Dao system is so mysterious in the eyes of the world. There are very few people in the world who know the name of Xuanji. Even if they know it by accident, they will soon forget it.

The monk never expected that Li Zian could remember this name.

"I have a fate with Xuanjizi. I won't talk about him anymore. I promise you. Where are the mother and daughter?"

Li Nuo changed the topic.

Although Xuanjizi is Madam's master, he still hasn't been able to tell whether he is an enemy or a friend.

If there was anything in the world that he feared, this Xuanjizi was one of them.

"They pray in the prayer room during the day and live in the dormitories in the side courtyard at night."

The monk said.

"Okay. After the competition is over, I will take them down the mountain. You can prepare the [Arhat's Golden Body]."

After Li Nuo finished speaking, he strode away.

…

In the open space in front of the Main Hall, a water and land dojo has already been set up.

However, this time the Water and Land Dojo was not for the purpose of distinguishing scriptures and clarifying principles, but for the purpose of literary comparison between Dayin and Western Chu scholars.

On the water and land ashram, pilgrims, scholars, and heroes from all walks of life were already surrounding him three times inside and three times outside.

Li Nuo did not squeeze into the crowd, but wandered outside casually, with a leisurely and comfortable expression on his face.

"Hey, this is a dead end! I didn't expect Qilin's disciples to be so strong! Our top pick and the second pick are one winner and one loser. I'm afraid the remaining Tan Hua Lang won't be able to defeat their opponents."

"Who says it's not the case? The Xichu scholar in the last game is obviously the strongest, but our Tanhualang is the weakest. How does this compare?"

"It's a pity that Li Zian is not here, otherwise he will definitely be killed and he will lose his armor and pee!"

"If Li Zian takes action personally, I'm afraid Yu Qilin will have to accept the defeat."

Everyone on the field was whispering, but most of them were shaking their heads and sighing.

Hua'an, the new top pick, barely managed to win one game, and Lu Zhishan, the second place pick, was inferior to others and lost one game, so the pressure of the final decisive game was all on Cui Liyan.

However, after not seeing him for a long time, Cui Liyan has changed a lot.

He is no longer the naughty boy.

At only twenty years old, he had grown a beard, wore a white brocade Confucian shirt, a jade pendant hanging from his waist, and held a folding fan in his hand. He looked like a handsome gentleman. He was much more mature than before.

He walked forward slowly, raised his hand to Zhuo Qilin, and said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Student Cui Liyan, please ask Qilin to come up with the third question."

"Okay, this last scene is better than..."

However, before Zhuo Qilin could finish speaking, the crowd started making a loud noise——

"unfair!"

"unfair!"

"unfair!"

…

A reckless man gathered his strength and shouted loudly: "This is not fair! Since it is a competition between bachelors from both sides, why do we need the Qilin Confucian to set the test questions?"

Some students immediately echoed: "That's right! Although students believe that Qilin Great Confucian is impartial and selfless, they can't trust Western Chu scholars. What if he secretly got the test questions?"

"That's right, that's right!"

"The great scholar from Qilin has already asked two questions. Now it's our turn from the great scholar from Dayin, right?"

The voices of dissatisfaction on the field became louder and louder, and everyone was filled with indignation and looked indignant.

When Li Nuo saw this, he just shook his head and smiled slightly.

I can't afford to lose. This is.

But yes. If these arrogant and arrogant scholars lost to Xi Chu, where would they put their face?

At this time, Cui Liyan was also riding a tiger that was hard to get off.

Of course he wants to win, win in an upright manner.

But now that he was being treated like this, it seemed like he couldn't afford to lose.

Awkward.

This is to roast him on the fire. What should I do?

"Everyone, please listen to me."

Cui Liyan turned around and said to everyone.

But now everyone's tempers are aroused and their emotions are aroused. How can he persuade them with just a few words?

His voice was soon drowned in the waves of louder voices from the crowd.

"How is it appropriate to make such a noise? Be quiet!"

Chen Shi, the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, waved his sleeves and spurted a sharp verbal attack from his mouth, which silenced everyone.

He saluted Zhuo Qilin and said with a wry smile: "Brother Zhuo, I made you laugh. These little bastards are too noisy."

"They are also eager for the moment, so it doesn't matter. But since some people have raised objections, then this competition system might as well be changed."

Zhuo Qilin smiled and said, acting very generously.

"Oh? Then how to change the law specifically?"

Zuo Shilang asked.

"In the previous two games, both sides won and the other lost, so it is considered a draw. Then the next game will determine the outcome. Let's do this. I have a volume of poetry and prose in my sleeve. All the scholars present can draw answers, as long as one can answer.

If we can come up, then we will lose. I wonder what you guys think?"

Zhuo Qilin quickly circled around the Dayin Confucian scholars present.

When everyone in the audience heard this, they frowned and looked at each other in confusion.

this……

There are more than 500 Dayin scholars present today. If you include pilgrims and Jianghu people, they are all in their early 3000s. Everyone is gathering firewood and the flames are high. Three thousand to one. If they don't agree, wouldn't it be another case?

To be looked down upon?

Seeing this, Zhuo Qilin stroked his beard and smiled proudly: "Of course, this includes not only all the students, but also all the adults."

There were also quite a few officials and scholars present, over fifty in total!

Among them, there are many who have been famous for a long time. It can even be said that these people are enough to represent the entire northern Confucian community!

This Jade Qilin wants to challenge most of the scholars on his own!

really.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the old scholars on the field suddenly changed!

Jade Qilin, these words are meant to kill people and kill their hearts!

Originally it was just a literary fight between the younger generation, but winning or losing was not that important.

But now the struggle has been directly escalated to their generation. Once they lose, then should the orthodox scholars, scholars, literary and Taoists move to Western Chu?

This jade unicorn is still evil, thinking about the Confucian Temple!

What should I do?

It is a pity that Cui Wuhui is the Prime Minister of Dayin and cannot take action personally.

But besides Cui Wuhui, who can compete with this jade unicorn?

Li Zian?

It's a pity that he has resigned.

At this moment, everyone felt a little dissatisfied with the emperor.

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A smile as warm as the spring breeze appeared on Yu Qilin's face.

At this time.

A gray-haired old man stood up from an inconspicuous seat.

He leaned on crutches, walked forward slowly, and said: "I represent the Northern Confucian community, and I also asked Qilin to propose a question!"

"Hey, who is this white-haired old man? How virtuous and capable is he? How dare he represent our Northern Confucian community?"

If you don't understand, just ask. A young scholar raised doubts.

"You are still a scholar. You don't even know Kong Bi and Kong Daru? Even though he is old and can't walk easily, he was an official to the prime minister in the Xuanzong Dynasty, and he was in the third level of Confucianism and Taoism!"

"Ah, it turns out to be Kong Daru! I heard that he blocked the Eye of the Demonic Abyss with one person's power, and this was how we, Dayin, continued our national destiny! Without him, there would be no Wenzong, Jingshun, and Jingtai dynasties."

Everyone couldn't help but sigh.

This white-haired old man was the Confucian and Taoist leader seventy years ago!

However, because he blocked the Eye of the Demonic Abyss, his Confucianism and Taoism foundation was contaminated by the demonic energy. Now his literary heart is still covered in dust and cannot be washed away, and his cultivation level has dropped to the [seventh level of literary and Taoist realm]!

Originally, he had great hope of entering the second-level realm of Confucianism and Taoism, and even going one step further to become a first-level sub-sage!

His behavior was astonishing.

So even though he is mediocre now, he is still deeply respected and loved by the world.

Even the dean of Lushan College must respectfully call Brother Kong in front of this old man!

Li Nuo was also extremely surprised when he saw this Kong Bida.

Why couldn't even this old man help himself and come forward?

It looked like he was really angry!

No wonder.

Yu Qilin is preparing to dig into the foundation of their Confucianism and Taoism, how can he not be angry?

Li Nuo was originally not prepared to intervene, but seeing that the old man stood up, what reason did he, a young man, have not to fight?

This battle.

Not for Dayin.

But for the orthodoxy of Confucianism and Taoism in the world!
Chapter completed!