"You bastard, stop fucking blindly. If you do it again, I'll eat you."
Li Sao grabbed the wild boar's tail and pulled it away from her bed.
After discovering the wild boar in Yangtou Cave that day, Li Sao felt that it was very similar to her turtle son, so she took it back to the inn and took good care of it.
And named it ‘Wonderful Bastard’.
"Just listen to my instructions. Do you know how to behave well during the competition?"
"What? Junior brother, are you going to ride it to participate in the competition?"
Li Sao laughed playfully: "Brother, if you have never ridden a wild boar, you don't know. Although the White Bone Lingxi is powerful, it is so hard that it makes my butt hurt."
"It's far worse than my bastard."
Hum hum hum~
At this point, Lisao even came closer and whispered: "Senior brother, it's good to bring it in."
"In case there is nothing to eat when we go in, can't we still use it as backup food~"
"Yeah~"
The corner of Li Chen's mouth twitched, and he knew you were still thinking about this bite.
But you can ride this wild boar, but don’t eat it.
If you really want to eat it, Youdao Chiyao will fight for you.
Perhaps because the explosion in the cave was too powerful at that time, Chi Xiaodou had just transformed into an unstable state, and fell directly back to the wild boar form.
Even the memory seems to be a little damaged, and now it is just a simple spiritual beast wild boar.
Li Sao rides around the streets every day.
Six days have passed since the last time Big Beard and the officers and soldiers found trouble for no reason.
And today is the day when the ‘Struggle Conference’ begins.
The Struggle Conference is actually about entering the ‘Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Valleys’.
It has been said since ancient times that ‘Thousands of mountains compete for beauty, and thousands of valleys contend for flow’.
Shangyang City is both mountainous and watery.
These hundreds of water flows finally converge in Shangyang Lake.
After each infusion for a period of time, water vapor will evaporate from the lake water and gradually condense into the entrance to the secret realm.
From here you can enter the secret realm of Wanhe.
It is said that the Secret Realm of Wanhe is a small world opened by He Bo Wuyi in ancient mythology.
Hidden in it is the inheritance of He Bo.
But for thousands of years, no one has understood it.
Later, it evolved into a testing ground for various sects in southern Xinjiang.
Early in the morning, disciples from various sects came to the bank of Shangyang Lake.
At this time, many people have been waiting for a long time.
This time of year is the busiest time in Shangyang City.
"Mr. Liu, which one are you optimistic about this year?"
"Hey, this old man can't say it well."
"But I find the Ghost Cult quite pleasing to the eye."
"Ghost Cult?"
"Mr. Liu, I think you are the caretaker of Changlefang."
"Although the Ghost Sect has always been number one over the years, this year the Ghost Sect was severely damaged by the Sanshou Temple. Do you still dare to say that it is the number one?"
"What do you know? A skinny camel is bigger than a horse."
"This ghost sect has been entrenched in southern Xinjiang for so many years. It has a strong foundation, which is not just exhausted by one or two defeats."
"Well, what Mr. Liu said makes sense."
"But in my opinion, the Nu Jiao Gang has attracted a lot of attention in the past few years. The Canglang Seven Sons alone have gained quite a reputation."
"The Seven Canglang Sons are really powerful, but the Diancang Sect is not bothered either. Although Hongfei, one of the two heroes of Diancang, is dead, the Diancang Sect still has two heroes and four evil spirits, and their background is not under the Ghost Sect."
"After all, I am the number one in the righteous path of southern Xinjiang."
"I wonder what everyone thinks of Sesshoji Temple?"
"The Sasho Temple has been in great glory during this period. It has a unique monk who ranks first in the Golden Scales. He has understood the Five-Character Sutra and defeated the Ghost Sect several times."
"I think it's a dark horse this year."
"What a dark horse, haven't you heard about it?"
"What did you hear?"
"The three branches of the Ghost Sect, Lieguang Pavilion, and Duanmai Mountain are friends who wear a pair of pants. This competition will inevitably be tit for tat with the Sesshou Temple."
"But the seven sects of the righteous path have also agreed to deal with the Shasheng Temple together in the secret realm of Wanhe."
"Why is this?"
"Why? When the Sesshou Temple ruled Southern Xinjiang two hundred years ago, everyone was in danger. If we wait for them to rise again, wouldn't our Southern Xinjiang never have peace again?!"
"That's it."
"But I heard that since the appearance of Duxiu Monk in Sessho Temple, it has been based on Zen dharma and has not done anything harmful to the world."
"Hmph, rumors are just rumors after all. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"
At this moment, a shout suddenly burst out from the crowd.
"The market is open, the market is open."
"Place your bet, place your bet."
When everyone heard the words, they ran towards the place where the sound came from.
Every time there is a competition, Changlefang in Ping'an Prefecture will set up a handicap on the bank of Shangyang Lake.
For a while, the lakeside was jammed with water, and everyone rushed to place bets.
"Go to the Ghost Sect and get ten spiritual stones."
"Dian Cang Sect, twenty yuan."
"Danxinmen, ten yuan."
……
The monks of Shasheng Temple finally arrived at the lakeside.
At this time, some sects have been waiting for a long time.
Master Canghe is the younger brother of Master Cangsong, the head of the Diancang Sect, and he will lead this competition.
Looking at the bustling crowd, Master Canghe gently stroked his gray beard with a smile on his face.
This year the Ghost Sect's vitality has been severely damaged, and the Diancang Sect is bound to win the top spot!
Suddenly his cloudy eyes widened.
That monk is...
Master Canghe swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.
Decades ago, the scene of that guy fighting three elders alone is still before my eyes.
This year it was him who led the team at Sesshōji!
……
Xuanyan Academy is the Confucian branch of Jixia Academy.
Dou Wenguang, the mountain leader, is sitting upright and serious in speech.
And the disciples are also the same.
Confucianism is not good at striving for excellence and is good at pursuing the golden mean.
The Struggle Conference is just a place for experience for Xuanyan Academy.
This time, Xuanyan Academy did not want to participate in the secret collaboration between the seven sects.
But thinking of the devastation of life in southern Xinjiang two hundred years ago, Dou Wenguang sighed softly.
Er Cao's body and name will be destroyed, and the rivers will not flow forever.
The Sesshou Temple must not rise!
Hey, that monk is...!
Ascetic!
Dou Wenguang wiped the sweat on his forehead.
……
"Lao Ba, Lao Ba~"
Li Chen suddenly heard a cry coming from his ears.
Looking around, it turned out to be the Seven Canglang Sons of the Nujiao Gang.
Since the last bamboo shoot competition, Li Chen has been called this.
He gave a distant salute to the seven people as a greeting.
"I haven't seen you for a few days, and Lao Ba is getting more and more popular in the Shasheng Temple."
"No, the Buddha who kills living beings has a greater reputation than our Seven Canglang Sons."
"Shit, you know so much."
"Laoba, he has real feelings~"
"We can't control other people, and we won't take action against Lao Ba this time."
"Of course."
"We agreed that after entering, the smoke will still be the signal."
"Don't worry!"
……
"Amitabha."
The great monk is wearing a fiery red cassock, and his beard and hair are all red.
The same is true for the disciples behind him. Each one of them seems to have been soaked in a dye vat, red with enthusiasm.
This is the first propaganda of Zen Buddhism in Southern Xinjiang.
Zhulong Temple.
ps: monthly tickets, recommended tickets, come to the bowl~
ps: I remembered it wrong, it’s the seven sects.
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I’m too sleepy tonight and can’t hold on. I’m sorry, fellow book friends~~~