Nineteen days after leaving the wilderness, I went to the sun for a while.
Thousands of rocks compete for beauty, and thousands of valleys compete for flow.
Bahuang is named after the arrangement of the eight trigrams.
Nanjiang lives in the south and is the mother of Lihuo, so it is also called Lihuang.
The reason why the nineteen cities of the Southern Wasteland gathered in Shangyang City is because there is a secret realm in Shangyang City.
It’s called: The Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Valleys.
This secret realm appears every few years, and every time it appears, the Wandaoliu Waterfall on Qianyan Mountain in Shangyang City will surge again.
At this time, each sect will send elite disciples to participate in the competition meeting.
The sect that wins the competition will be favored by the city lords of the nineteen cities, and can then sign a contract and receive the blessing of one city's fireworks.
The destiny of the world is divided into three qi: heaven, earth, and human beings.
The sky corresponds to the luck of the stars.
The ground corresponds to Feng Shui luck.
The human world corresponds to the fireworks and luck.
The right time, right place and right people are both indispensable.
Among them, the luck of the stars determines auspiciousness and good fortune, which are obtained by the nebula flags catching the starlight.
Feng shui luck determines good weather and good luck, which is determined by the landscape layout of the sect.
As for the fate of fireworks that determines the inheritance of disciples, the fastest way to obtain it is to form an alliance with a city.
Therefore, for many sects in southern Xinjiang, the Struggle Conference is a top priority.
At this time, it happens to be the busiest time in Shangyang City.
Snap!
A gavel fell in the Shangyang Tower.
Guests coming and going all stopped to watch.
"Every bustle in the world is for benefit, and all the hustle and bustle in the world is for benefit."
I saw the storyteller sitting in the middle, wearing a scribe's hat, with sharp eyes, stroking his three-inch green goatee, looking around, with a bit of a smile on his face.
"Today we won't talk about heroes or heroes, but we will talk about this year's competition, where the storm is surging and the heroes are vying to be the first!"
"What a shame, you are here to show off your skills. This competition has always been lively if you and I don't compete for it."
"Don't be too pretentious. The competition in any year was nothing more than a battle between the ten sects of good and evil. How can this year be different?"
"That's right, if it wasn't intense, how could so many people come to Shangyang City?"
As the tourist said, the bustle in Shangyang City is indeed a blessing from the Contest.
"The handicap of Changlefang was opened yesterday. Now you can tell me, who has a better chance of winning this year?"
The storyteller didn't get angry when someone interrupted him. He opened the folding fan with a "swish" sound, quite impressive.
"Hey, don't be anxious, please listen to the details below."
"The competition in the past was fierce, but this year is different."
"Have you ever seen a red light reflecting the sky in the south two months ago?"
"Well, it's true. That red light is probably a treasure from heaven."
"The old man also saw it clearly, and it took more than ten days to gradually disappear."
The storyteller nodded slightly and added: "Did you hear birds singing or see firebirds, caterpillars, and golden-horned sheep a month ago?"
"Hey, yes, yes, I really heard the birds chirping. I thought it was an illusion at the time."
"I saw a golden-horned sheep crossing the sky a month ago, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye. I just thought it was dazzled."
"In this way, there have indeed been some changes in southern Xinjiang recently."
Po Zhenzi stroked his green goat's beard and lowered his voice in a mysterious manner: "Do you know what these are?"
"Could it be related to the Struggle Conference?"
"Haha, this guest officer said it well."
"It's really closely related to this year's Zhengliu Conference."
"Have you ever heard of 'red lotus weeps dew, kills animals and drinks from the sky'?"
All the tourists shook their heads.
But one person seemed to have heard something about it, so he asked tentatively: "Could it be the 'killing red lotus' that was widely spread in southern Xinjiang some time ago?"
"Hahaha, the guest officer is only half right."
"The bloody light that you all saw two months ago was the 'Red Lotus Weeping Dew' mentioned in the criticism."
"This matter has to start with Young Master Xukong in the Void Tower."
"Two hundred years ago..."
After a sudden knock on the alarm bell, the cause and consequences of the two hundred years of seclusion at the Sesshou Temple were actually explained.
"The red lotus weeps the dew, kills the living being to drink from the sky" is the comment given by Mr. Void to the subordinates of the Killing Life Temple.
Although this matter was kept secret, it spread like wildfire as the Red Lotus of Killings bloomed.
Po Zhenzi spoke vividly, and the tourists were fascinated when listening.
Outside the tourists, in the corner of the hall, several young men and women dressed as monks were dining.
Among them are four women and one man. All four women are wearing light blouses to cover their faces and have graceful figures.
As for the man, he was about twenty years old, with a heroic face. Hearing the storyteller's words, his eyes narrowed: "Hey, this storyteller really knows some secrets."
The secret about "red lotus weeping dew, killing life and drinking from the sky" was said by Zen Master Hui Shi at the killing meeting.
I didn’t expect it to spread here so quickly.
"The first half of the sentence refers to the blooming of the red lotus of Sesshou, and the second half of the sentence refers to the re-emergence of Sessho Temple."
"This Sasho Temple is also a thousand-year-old sect. It eliminated the blood demon a thousand years ago and won the favor of Emperor Zhou. It was once the central Sanyuan sect."
"Although he declined later, he was still the leader of southern Xinjiang."
"Until two hundred years ago, the temple was closed and the mountains were sealed. He rarely visited the world again, so his reputation was not obvious."
"And now, as expected, Young Master Void said that after the Red Lotus of Killing Life bloomed, a unique monk emerged from the Killing Life Temple and became the top of the "Golden Scale List"."
"We in southern Xinjiang are finally proud and proud."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding tourists nodded their heads.
There are heroes all over the world.
It has been many years since Southern Xinjiang, and no one has been able to enter the top ten of the "Golden Scale List".
Unexpectedly, it immediately topped the list.
"Hehe, princess, the little monk has been stealing the show during this period."
"I wonder if I can still say 'Amitabha' when I see you."
When the woman in the middle heard this, her beautiful eyes were lowered, and her ears turned red, as if she was a little ashamed.
"Lu Qi, please keep your voice down."
"Shameless!"
"Hahaha."
It made several women laugh.
They are none other than the man in the lead is Tianxuan Mingjiang, the Seven-Star Sword Master, and the woman sitting with him is Taoist monk Shaohua.
The other three girls are: Princess Shenxiu, Luqi and Jifu.
At this time, the storyteller continued: "It is not easy to describe this unique monk."
"It is said that he was very handsome, and when he first showed his fame, he won the first place in Xiangfei Valley's 'Bamboo Shoot Competition', defeating the Ghost Cult's conspiracy, and saving Xiangfei Valley from disaster.
This is why she gained the favor of Princess Shenxiu, who cut the bamboo and combined it~"
As soon as he said this, the tourists around him laughed and said: "It turns out he is a flower monk."
"This is not a simple affair!"
"Princess Shenxiu is a goddess on the "Beautiful List". Being favored by Princess Shenxiu probably has her own merits."
"Hey hey hey."
As soon as these words came out, Princess Shenxiu's head lowered, her eyes filled with shame and anger.
The women around them couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing.
But I heard that the calligrapher said again: "Although it is said that the bamboos are cut and the tassels are combined, the Duxiu monk refined his heart in the red world, but he did not stop in the Xiangfei Valley."
"Instead, he returned to the Shasheng Temple and became a disciple of the Shasheng Buddha."
"It's pitiful that Princess Shenxiu has been staying alone in the empty room until now~"
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