Along the tall mountain gate, on both sides of the steps, there is a warrior monk standing every five steps. He is wearing a gray monk's robe and a yellow scarf tied around his waist. He holds a long ash wood stick standing straight at his side, majestic and solemn.
On the mountain behind Dabei Temple, where monks usually train, a three-foot high platform has been erected. On one side of the high platform, there are several rows of chairs. These chairs are naturally reserved for representatives of the eight major sects. Ordinary
People can only stand and watch in the audience.
The platform was already overcrowded, but representatives of the eight major sects were still drinking tea in the Daci Hall.
The host, the abbot of Dabei Temple, was sitting in the main seat. On both sides, Xu Changqing, the elder of the Nine Pockets of the Beggar Clan, Lin Jiamu, the master of the Lin Family Jiange Pavilion, Yan Zili, the great disciple of Wudang, and the leader of the Nanhai Sect and the modern head of the Ouyang Family, Ouyang Yi, were all present.
Outside the door, a young monk hurriedly walked up the steps.
Master Huaihai, the abbot of Dabei Temple, lowered his tea cup and looked at the monk, "But the people from the Emei Sect have arrived?!"
That night, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect had already left Xiaoshan City with everyone and would not attend the martial arts conference again. Now all the representatives of the other six major sects have arrived, only the Emei Sect has not arrived yet. Seeing him coming in to announce, Master Huaihai was very surprised.
Naturally, they arrived thinking they were from the Emei sect.
"Return to the host!" The young monk raised his palms and saluted, "It's not someone from the Emei sect, it's Princess An Ning who has arrived!"
"The martial arts competition is a martial arts competition, what is she doing here?" As soon as the monk finished speaking, Lin Luanxiu, who was standing behind Lin Jiamu, asked unhappily.
Master Huaihai smiled and said, "The visitor is a guest, Huineng, go and invite Her Royal Highness to come in!"
"No need to invite me, the princess is already here!" Yunchu's voice came in with a bit of arrogance from outside the hall door.
Outside the hall, footsteps sounded quickly.
Monk Huineng stepped aside and saw several Fengqi battalion soldiers wearing fine armor striding up the steps and lining up on both sides. Then, Shangguan Wuji followed the entire stone slab inscribed with scriptures in the middle of the steps in front of the hall.
Push Yunchu up the steps little by little.
"Still not retreating?" Lin Luanxiu immediately jumped out of the chair, pointed at her nose and cursed, "Do you know what is under your feet? This is the Great Compassion Sutra. This sutra stone was used to build the Great Compassion Temple.
At the beginning, how could you easily trample on what was set up by the previous Emperor of Chu?"
Yun Chu waved his right hand lightly, signaling Shangguan Wuji to continue moving forward.
"Now this Dabei Temple belongs to me, the Ning Dynasty. The former Emperor of Chu is nothing but bullshit!" She leaned lazily on the back of her chair and glanced sideways at Lin Luanxiu, "What's more, Buddhism is compassionate without mercy, I thought.
, even if the Buddha is here, he won’t mind if I, a cripple, take a look at this scripture. Master, do you think so?”
Master Huaihai smiled calmly, "Although there are Buddhist scriptures on this stone, in the end it is still a road. Since it is a road, it is natural to walk on it!"
"As expected of Master Abbot, he is indeed kind-hearted!" Yun Chu hugged him while sitting in a wheelchair, "Unlike some people, they don't even have the compassion that humans should have. How are they different from animals?"
Lin Luanxiu suddenly turned pale with anger, "Who do you think is a beast?!"
"Why is Sister Lin so excited?" Yun Chu chuckled, "I'm not talking about you!"
Poor Lin Luanxiu, who was always sharp-tongued, was speechless at this moment. He just raised his finger and pointed at her face, his fingers trembling with anger, "You..."
"Luan Xiu!" Lin Jiamu said in a deep voice to stop his daughter, and looked at Master Huaihai with a faint smile, "Master, it's almost time. Why don't we go to the competition stage to wait?"
"That's fine!" Master Huaihai stood up from his chair, "Then, please come with me!"