Most of the powerful literary figures from all over the world gather here. Here, the eight directions collide here, and the four directions communicate here. There are discussions and collisions of literature and Tao all the time. Although they gather temporarily, they are like a sacred place of literature and Tao.
Every literary cultivator is unwilling to leave even for a moment and needs to absorb more literary energy.
Mo Yike and his group were surrounded by tens of thousands of literary cultivators, and Gu Hai and his group couldn't even squeeze in when they came closer.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way! We are representatives of Dahan, get out of the way!" A group of officials opened the way in front.
"Representative Dahan?" Wen Xiu, who was crowded in front, was slightly startled and immediately stepped aside.
Because the literary cultivators gathered here all understand that the collision of literature and Taoism here is that a small dynasty that does not know the heights of the world, the Dahan Dynasty, is 'challenging' the Dahuang Celestial Dynasty.
It was a challenge that did not overestimate its capabilities, but it persisted for a long time, and there was still no winner. All the literary cultivators watched the literary competition, and gradually stopped scorning the Dahan Dynasty. They were extremely dignified. At least how many people could be defeated by a game of chess in front of them?
Looking and sighing.
Dahan Dynasty? Another representative is here?
When everyone got out of the way, Guhai and his party finally stepped inside.
Once inside, Gu Hai immediately saw the interior scene clearly.
But it was high in the sky at the center. At this moment, there was a scroll floating flatly. On the scroll was written the article "Bodhi" and the two crosses of Bodhi. Each word bloomed with golden light. The surrounding aura was swirling like a storm, seeming to form a tornado, rising up into the sky.
Haoran's sea of righteousness suppressed Bing Ji, who was shrouded in golden light.
There was still solidified blood hanging from the corner of Bing Ji's mouth. She sat cross-legged and held a piece of writing in her hand. Although it was wrinkled, you could see the words "Will Enter the Wine" on it. Bing Ji seemed to be in a coma, sitting cross-legged and motionless.
But he still clings to "Jian Jin Jiu".
"Is this Bing Ji? Trapped in the Book Realm and unable to come out?" Gou Chen frowned slightly.
"Oh, that's too much to bully!" A fierce light flashed in Gu Hai's eyes.
Even though Bingji had given herself a bowl of tampered medicinal soup in the past, Bingji was his woman after all. Seeing his woman being suppressed in the book realm and not being able to get out, Gu Hai's heart sank to the bottom for a moment.
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Bing Ji was suppressed under Bodhi. Not far away, there was a chessboard. Mo Yike was playing chess with an old man with white hair and white clothes.
There were a large number of chess practitioners around. They imitated the two men's chessboards, laid out the chess records, and began to deduce them according to them.
However, several chessboards were stained with blood.
"puff!"
A chess practitioner suddenly vomited blood and sprayed it on a deduction chessboard.
"South Island Chess King, how are you? Are you vomiting blood too?" A group of chess practitioners immediately helped the man who was vomiting blood.
"How is it possible, what kind of chess power is this? I only intercepted one of the chess areas, just...!" the South Island chess king said in horror.
"Don't look, be careful, this game of chess is weird, don't look!" the South Island Chess King immediately shouted to the others.
"As soon as I entered the artistic conception of chess, I felt like I was seeing a whirlpool, which was so deep that I couldn't extricate myself. I seemed to see thousands of troops coming to kill me!"
"Me too, I feel so uncomfortable, but this game of chess is so exciting and powerful, I can't bear to look away!"
"puff!"
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Most of the chess practitioners who have been deeply involved in the game have flushed faces and lost their minds. The profound chess game makes them unable to extricate themselves once they enter it, but it far exceeds their chess ability. They are exhausted mentally and physically, and vomit blood at the mouth.
Mo Yike and the white-haired old man moved slowly, both of them were extremely cautious. You came and I went.
Not far behind the white-haired old man, there was a chair with an extremely handsome white-robed monk sitting on it. The monk was drinking tea, and a group of subordinates stood beside him.
"Your Majesty, the white-haired old man playing chess with Mr. Mo is Wu Yazi, the one sitting there drinking tea is the monk from the early Yuan Dynasty, and the others are all attendants of the Dahuang Celestial Dynasty. There were originally a group of other people in the Dahuang Celestial Dynasty, but...
Everyone has left now!" an official explained to Gu Hai.
"Monk in the early Yuan Dynasty? Ha!" Gu Hai showed a sneer.
Behind Mo Yike stood a group of other Dahan Dynasty officials.
At this moment, Guhai and his party squeezed into the crowd, and when they reached the front, they immediately caught their attention.
"Your Majesty!" The officials' faces suddenly lit up with joy.
"Meet the Emperor!" All Dahan officials immediately bowed down excitedly.
Official Dahan bowed down, which immediately aroused surprise among the literary cultivators around him.
"The Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty?"
"Is he Emperor Dahan?"
"Mr. Mo is so good at chess that he is willing to stay in the dynasty and serve as a minister? Is he surrendering to him?"
"I don't see anything special!"
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All the literary cultivators looked at Gu Hai curiously. Most of them didn't know Gu Hai, but there were some who knew Gu Hai, especially the literary cultivators who came from the capital city. When they saw Gu Hai's arrival, they suddenly showed great joy on their faces.
"Mr. Gu, it's Mr. Gu who's here! Hahaha, now the monk in the early Yuan Dynasty is miserable!"
"Master Yuanchu is miserable? Is it possible that Emperor Dahan is also a scholar?"
"That's of course. The previous piece "Jian Jin Jiu Jiu" was written by Mr. Gu in a split second. As soon as Jiang Jin Jiu came out, the pen fell and the wind and rain fell, and the poem turned into weeping ghosts and gods. You didn't see it!"
"Also, Mr. Gu's chess skills are also extremely powerful. It seems that Mr. Mo's chess skills are not as good as Mr. Gu's!"
"Impossible, how can his chess skills be better than Mr. Mo's?"
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As the people who knew Gu Hai spoke up, the literary cultivators around him also became commotion. After all, those who have reached the level of Mo Yike are already very rare in the world, but you say that Mr. Gu is better than him? Is it possible?
Also, was it really he who drank the wine?
There was a commotion among the literary practitioners around.
This immediately aroused the curiosity of the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty. He put down his tea cup and looked at Gu Hai in confusion.
Mr. Mo also paused in his hands and turned to look.
"Mr. Mo, since you are playing chess, you must be focused on nothing else!" Wu Yazi on the other side reminded kindly.
"Your Majesty, you are finally here!" Mo Yike suddenly looked overjoyed.
Seeing Mo Yike's expression, Wu Yazi was slightly startled and looked at him in confusion.
Gu Hai nodded and walked forward with a gloomy face: "Mr. Mo, thank you for your hard work!"
"I didn't do anything, I was just Bing Ji, but I can't do anything!" Mo Yike said with a bitter smile.
"Oh? Your Majesty Dahan? Are you the Gu Hai who Bing Ji said can defeat me when you come?" The monk from the early Yuan Dynasty not far away said with a sneer.
Wu Yazi glanced at Gu Hai curiously, but didn't say anything, but looked at Mo Yike and said, "Mr. Mo, it's your turn!"
Mo Yike shook his head: "Wait a moment, Mr. Wuyazi!"
After saying that, Mo Yike followed behind Gu Hai.
However, Gu Hai walked step by step to where Bing Ji was. Looking at the blood stains on the corner of Bing Ji's mouth, Gu Hai's face turned gloomy.
The monk in the early Yuan Dynasty also stood up and walked step by step not far from Bingji Ancient Sea.
Sifang Wenxiu looked at Gu Hai in surprise. You must know that although some people admire Gu Hai, how can they believe that he is powerful if they have not seen Gu Hai's methods?
"Buddha Immeasurable Life, Bing Ji is now your minister in Dahan?" the monk asked coldly in the early Yuan Dynasty.
When he looked at Gu Hai, there was a sense of arrogance in his eyes.
Gu Hai ignored the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, but carefully went to take the volume "Jian Jin Jiu" in Bing Ji's hand.
"Be careful, it's surrounded by the artistic conception of "Bodhi"!" A kind-hearted literary cultivator suddenly shouted.
Sure enough, part of the twenty golden characters of "Bodhi" suddenly bloomed with dazzling golden light and rushed straight into the ancient sea. As long as a strong calligrapher is enveloped in it, he will instantly fall into the artistic conception of "Bodhi" and be unable to extricate himself. It's like
Like Bing Ji, she is trapped in the realm of books.
The monk in the early Yuan Dynasty showed a sneer, as if he wanted to see Gu Hai make a fool of himself.
Outside the central square, Qing Emperor and a group of people also looked coldly at the center of the central square. To be precise, they kept staring at Gu Hai. Seeing Gu Hai stepping into the center of the "Bodhi" book realm, he also narrowed his eyes.
"Buzz!"
However, I saw that Gu Hai was walking forward in the book world of "Bodhi", as if he was not disturbed at all.
"Huh? How could that happen?" The monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty showed a look of astonishment.
My own "Bodhi" is extremely aggressive. No matter how strong a calligrapher is, it is impossible for him to walk through it so calmly. As long as he has the artistic conception of calligraphy, he will be affected. But Gu Hai looks like that, how can he feel at all?
No?
"Oh?" Qingdi in the distance also narrowed his eyes.
"Emperor, does Guhai have no artistic conception of calligraphy at all? How come he is not influenced by "Bodhi"?" Qisha said in surprise.
"How is it possible that there is no artistic conception of calligraphy? Haven't you heard that "Jian Jin Jiu" was written by Gu Hai?" A person next to him asked puzzledly.
"Yes!" Qisha showed a look of confusion.
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In the small courtyard where the future Buddha is located, a group of monks have already regarded Gu Hai as their enemy and are also paying attention to Gu Hai. When they see the central scene from a distance, the monks also show signs of astonishment.
"Buddha, how can there be nothing wrong with the ancient sea?" A monk asked blankly to the side of the hall.
There was silence in the main hall for a while, and then the voice of Future Buddha came: "Strange!"
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In the central square, countless literary cultivators also stared with wide eyes. There was a discussion, how could Guhai have no influence at all?
Naturally, Gu Hai would not tell others that he had no artistic conception of calligraphy, so he was not affected. Instead, he looked at Bing Ji, who was frowning with some distress, and gently wiped the dried blood at the corner of her mouth.
Even though she was immersed in the book world of "Bodhi", Bing Ji still clung to "Jianjin Wine".
Gu Hai slowly picked up "Jian Jin Liquor" and seemed to be pulling it out.
"No, this is the Emperor's "Jianjin Wine", you don't deserve it, you don't deserve it!" Bing Ji seemed to be resisting in a daze, not allowing anyone to snatch Jiangjin Wine.
"Bing Ji, it's me, give me the wine!" Gu Hai said softly.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you here? Your Majesty, save me, Your Majesty, save me!" Bing Ji shouted hazily, her whole body trembling.
The hand loosened, and Gu Hai pulled out "Jianjinjiu".
Bing Ji still didn't wake up, but was trembling all over: "It's snowing so heavily, Your Majesty, I'm cold, Your Majesty, I'm so cold!"
Bing Ji was shivering in coma, and Gu Hai felt heartbroken when she saw her. Bing Ji was a water cauldron, and even with such a body, she felt cold, so how cold it must be in the book world of "Bodhi".
Gu Hai raised his head and looked at the "Bodhi" floating in the sky, his face extremely gloomy.
"Bing Ji, I'm here. You're trapped in the book "Bodhi" and can't get out of it. I'm going to teach you how to get out. It's just a "Bodhi" book, nothing more!" Gu Hai said softly.
"Get pen, ink, paper and inkstone!" Gu Hai said in a deep voice.
"Yes!" A group of officials immediately brought out pens, ink, paper and inkstones.
Guhai grabbed the brush and put it in Bingji's hand.
"Bing Ji, listen to me and use the artistic conception of calligraphy to smash "Bodhi" into pieces!" Gu Hai said coldly.
"I listen to your Majesty, I listen to your Majesty, Your Majesty, I'm so cold!" Bing Ji shuddered and shouted in a daze, her voice was sad, as if she was about to cry.
"Destroy my "Bodhi"? Hahahahaha, and let Bing Ji, who is trapped in the book world of "Bodhi", write it? In her current state, even if there is a first article written for her, the power is only that of Baiyi and Guhai in her heyday
You really overestimate your abilities!" The monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty sneered.
"Mo Yike, read out "Bodhi"!" Gu Hai said in a deep voice.
"There is a bodhi tree in my heart!" Mo Yike thought.
"Write, Bodhi has no tree!" Gu Hai said softly to the confused Bing Ji.
"Bodhi has no tree!" Bingji wrote word by word.
The words were written crookedly and had no shape at all. It was only a little bit integrated into Bing Ji's calligraphy artistic conception. However, as soon as these five crooked words were written, billions of golden lights of Buddha nature bloomed in an instant, like a tsunami.
Such awe-inspiring righteousness suddenly rolled towards all directions in the square.
Boom!
PS: I finally stopped updating and wrote this chapter in a barber shop!
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