Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 41

It is imperative to fight for victory.

On the second day after Taoist Master Nine Cranes was buried, the large incense burner had been removed from the square in front of Zhenwu Temple, and thousands of logs were brought in by disciples of various sects to build a three-foot-high platform.

Huangtou Taigong's disciples have always been good at looking after Fengshui, building houses, and coordinating construction matters. The wooden platform is solid with a wedge structure. .

The wooden platform is square, with a side length of about 15 meters.

There are more than 300 warlocks from various prefectures gathered here in Zhenwu Temple, and there are 67 sects. However, the small sects either stay out of the matter or have their own objects of support. Only [-] sects really participate in the competition.

After all, it is a fighting method, not a big melee, so each family sends out one person, and the number is just right.

After the two-to-two duel, eight people win and then fight again, eight advances to four, four advances to two, and finally it is a battle to determine the leaders of the fifteen prefectures.

After the sixteen families drew lots and decided on the opponents for the first round, Qiu Shi stood up, shook his whisk, and said loudly: "Today's fighting method is just a discussion among fellow practitioners. In order to select the new master of the Master Yulu's talisman order, we should try our best to select as many as possible." That's it."

"Although the magic spell is dangerous, it is inevitable that it will be damaged, but you must not kill it all, and you must not use low-level methods. Those who fall from the high platform will lose. All comrades will witness together!"

This passage of words spread far and wide, past the hundreds of people around the arena, and into the open forest.

These warlock sects are very well-known in their various places, and the success or failure of fighting skills has a far-reaching impact. If the news spreads, even the government will attach great importance to it, let alone those rich and wealthy businessmen who have made good friends with them.

At that time, I am afraid that people will gather like ants on the mountain and down the mountain, and they will all come to witness the grand battle.

But the Hungry Ghost Festival is just around the corner, and we have to set aside some time to prepare for the ceremony. These people are very anxious about the martial arts. They mentioned it yesterday, and the competition will start today. The news has not had time to spread. .

Only the prefect of Chengyin received the letter from Zhenwu Temple, and sent people to come over to be a witness overnight, and ordered the leaders sent by the government to stay.

The first match was between Venerable Gao Dian of Xiongwang Temple in Qinghua Prefecture and Venerable Tong Shui of Jiaozhou Fushan Temple.

According to the Jiaozhi mythology, it is said that the third grandson of the Shennong family was Emperor Ming, who traveled south and met a fairy Wu in Wuling, and gave birth to a son who was named Luxu and named King of Jingyang.

King Jingyang gave birth to a son, Raccoon Dragon Lord, who married Concubine Concubine. He had a hundred sons, and he was the ancestor of Baiyue.

The Xiongwang Temple is full of incense. Master Gao Dian has a long history of spells and has his own uniqueness. He holds a wooden staff wrapped in linen, and after he comes to the stage, he does not move on the staff.

Master Tongshui learned the method of transporting the little five ghosts, and he took the decent path. After collecting the little ghosts, he purified his grievances and fed incense. Compared with those evil sects, he didn't need to worry about backlash. It can be used in the daytime without fear of sunlight.

With his left hand, he chanted the mantra, and with his right hand, he grabbed Master Gao Dian's feet from the air.

This grasping force is born from the air, with a full strength of two to three hundred catties, it can easily pick up and drop a large living person, and because it is not a solid body, no matter how much you swing and struggle, you can't get rid of it.

The sackcloth on Master Gao Dian's wooden staff was thrown forward without wind, and the invisible force in the air swept across his trousers immediately, chasing the wooden staff.

Master Tong Shui felt the power of his own five ghosts in horror, rushed backwards with the wooden staff, and hit himself.

Clap clap clap clap!
When the stick touched his chest, there were several small palm-shaped depressions on Master Tongshui's clothes, and he flew upside down four or five steps away, falling off the stage.

The disciples of Shanshen Temple hurried to help him up.

The wooden staff had already flown back to the hands of Master Gao Dian, and he waved it twice to drive away those little ghosts who still wanted to pester him.

Under the stage, between the seats of the Zhenwu Temple, Qiudi looked unhappy, and said to Guan Luoyang: "These two mages have been famous for a long time, and the difference in mana is probably not too big, but the staff held by the mage Gao Dian , it should be a treasure that gathers incense for a hundred years, and it has a deep restraint on any magical powers such as exorcising ghosts and insects."

"This is to use the background to suppress people. The incense of the Xiongwang Temple is no match for the Temple of the Mountain. But if it encounters the Yangsha Fire Talisman and the like, his treasures will not have such an obvious restraint effect. "

As the saying goes, experts watch the doorway, and laymen watch the fun.

But in today's fighting method, there is no room for them to set up altars to sacrifice to ghosts and gods, and there is no third party of unlucky ghosts as a medium for the two sides to compete for magic skills, so they can't play much tricks.

The confrontation with real magic power and Taoism is almost defeated in an instant, and laymen can't even watch the excitement.

After Master Gao Dian and the others, there were four consecutive fights, all of which were determined within one or two rounds.

Daoist Zhiyuan and Granny Yuan have also been on stage.

Granny Yuan won, but Daoist Zhiyuan met Great Master Yanglian, who had nineteen kinds of incense sticks and incense pills on his body, and the means of incense that can communicate with ghosts and gods. If you are dispelled, you will feel inferior in one round.

While listening to Qiudi's explanation, Guan Luoyang cooperated with his eyesight and hearing to estimate what level of damage these mages could cause.

In the sixth match, Monk Xu Luo from Yanzhou Prefecture Pharmacist Academy took the stage.

According to the result of the lottery, his opponent was someone from Zhenwu Temple.

Everyone looked at Qiushi.

Behind Qiushi, Guan Luoyang stood up.

When Wei Dinggong saw him coming to the stage, his eyes changed slightly, and he said: "Wait a minute, this person has short hair, and he is not wearing a Taoist robe, so he doesn't seem to be from Zhenwu Temple, right?"

Facing people's doubts, Qiu Shi said flatly: "This is the disciple of my Uncle Jiuhe, Junior Brother Qiuhong. He has a strong nature and runs around Jiaozhi all the year round to kill ghosts and eliminate monsters. He doesn't want to leave his name. So he doesn't often Wearing Taoist robes, few people know his identity, not long ago when he beheaded the villain Miao Song, his long hair was cut off, that's why he looks like this now."

"Miao Song was killed by him?!"

"He killed Miao Song?"

As soon as these words came out, among the more than [-] people, many sects were a little restless.

Wei Dinggong still refused to let go: "A few days ago, why didn't you see him in front of the hall in hemp and mourning?"

"He was overwhelmed with grief and passed out for days in the backyard."

Qiu Shi turned around and ordered a few words, and a Taoist priest came to fetch a thick booklet, "If you have any doubts, seniors, you can read my list of disciples of Zhenwu Temple."

On the stage, Guan Luoyang looked back with clear eyes.

………………

Last night, in Zhenwu Temple.

Guan Luoyang took the initiative to find Qiu Shi, and got straight to the point.

"I heard from Qiudi that you told the people of Zhenwu Temple not to participate in this fight?"

Qiu Shi was grinding the inkstone in the room, and nodded slightly: "If you fight, you will lose, so what's the point if you go. After all, they all feel that it is time to change the pattern that has remained unchanged for 40 years. This is the general trend. Even if Master comes back now, they will have to fight for a fight before they are willing to reconcile. Zhenwu Temple is in such a weak state, if they want to go against the trend, they will definitely hurt themselves."

Guan Luoyang pressed his canine teeth together, ground them lightly, and said, "Then if I want to borrow the name of Zhenwu Temple, will you be willing?"

Qiu Shi raised his head in surprise, his eyes were complicated, dark and turbulent for a moment, but he finally showed a trusting and peaceful expression, and said: "Brother Guan has saved our lives, but if you ask for something, it is not against morality, how dare you refuse! , if Brother Guan wants to help us out of righteous indignation, I don't want Brother Guan to wade into this muddy water."

"I don't just want to help you, what I said is literally, I want to use the name of your Zhenwu Temple to enter this game."

Guan Luoyang said resolutely, "I want Master Yulu's Fu Ling to stay here at Zhenwu Temple. I have my own ideas. If I can succeed, it will be a win-win thing. But I need a name to intervene and let the They shut up. Will you, or won't you?"

Since coming to this world, all the things Guan Luoyang has experienced so far are actually passive.

Although sometimes it is not easy to be targeted by standing on the edge of things, and it is easier to see the situation clearly, but this does not match Guan Luoyang's own temper habits.

The friend I just made died, and things are already in front of me. If I can't step into the center, then what's the point of my coming here?
What's more, he still has those tasks on his back, and only with more initiative will it be more beneficial for him to complete the tasks.

Qiushi was silent for a while, then raised the stone in his hand.

What sticks to the end of the stone strip is not black ink, but high-grade cinnabar ink, and the inkstone is as thick as blood.

"Okay, brother Guan has this wish, then let's try."

………………

Under the high platform, Qiu Shi fetched the list of the disciples of Zhenwu Temple, opened it to Qiu Zi, and pointed it out to all the seniors.

Laity's name, Guan Luoyang, Taoist name, Qiuhong.

For the decent sect, outsiders bring art investment teachers and find a dead elder from the sect to be their master in name, and take advantage of each other. This is also an old practice to follow.

At that time, Yu Dayou, a general of the Ming Dynasty, heard that there were monks who had joined the army to fight against the Japanese, and they had made outstanding achievements. On a whim, he went to South Shaolin to appreciate the essence of martial arts in room 36. As a result, a long stick was thrown in, and the group of monks tied their hands, and none of them could defeat him on the battlefield. stick method.

Later, Zen Master, the abbot of Southern Shaolin, came forward to discuss Zen with him. Eight hundred monks took the lead and selected [-] warriors from the surrounding areas of Southern Shaolin to fight against the Japanese along the coast with Yu Dayou.

In name, Yu Dayou became that Zen master's apprentice, and he was named in Southern Shaolin.

With the lessons learned from past sages, Qiushi is calm in doing this kind of thing.

The others couldn't say anything more.

The Sanqing bell rang, heralding the beginning of the battle on the stage.

As soon as the bell rang, the entire surface of the wooden platform vibrated, and Guan Luoyang's body suddenly came in front of Monk Xu Luo, and he struck down with his palm.

This palm slapped half of the monk's body apart.

This chubby monk with a short beard had a smile on half of his face, and then his whole body was scattered like flying insects.

In the depths of the Cochin jungle, insects are more terrifying than beasts. During certain solar terms, mosquitoes are even enough to eat people. In those towns, every household must smoke medicinal herbs to disperse these poisonous insects.

Master Xuluo of Yanzhou Prefecture is famous precisely because he is good at repelling insects.

The combination of the art of enslaving insects and Buddhist illusion, even on the battlefield where the water pirates were encircled and suppressed, the monk Xu Luo could block a hundred with one, and arouse the deepest fear of those desperate gangsters.

Flying insects were like a cloud, like a ball of black cotton, engulfing Guan Luoyang's whole body. Although these insects were not fatal, a red spot would appear immediately after one bite, and dozens of them bit together In the process, the limbs can be paralyzed on the spot, and the pain is extremely itchy.

The buzzing of insects!

Immediately afterwards, there was an explosion, which overwhelmed the sound of all the bugs.

The wooden board on the stage was shattered, and a figure closed its pores, shook its back, and slammed into the body, slamming out, waving its hand like pulling out a big knife, flying like a dragon's claw, and slamming it into an empty place.

There was a muffled hum in the air, and the figure of Master Xu Luo was knocked out, his whole body bulging in his robes, he slid ten steps, and retreated directly to the farthest corner of the entire ring.

The power of thousands of insects flying up supported his robe and body, allowing him to jump and move far faster than ordinary people.

But as soon as he moved to a corner of the ring, he saw a palm pressing on his chest at an even faster speed.

despair!
Master Xu Luo fell from the three-foot platform, staggered two steps and stood still. Looking up, the shadow of the young man happened to be here.

"What a quick movement!"

Master Xu Luo was stunned for a moment, then sighed, "It was the poor monk who lost."

He opened the cuffs of his hands to collect the flying insects on the stage, and his bulging robe shrank, and he didn't know where the insects were hidden.

But if you look closely, there are actually many flying insect corpses scattered on the stage.

Flying in mid-air, the little insects that were useless could not be killed with a swing of a knife, but they were hit and whipped by Guan Luoyang just now, killing a large number of them.

"Hahahaha, what a water and fire fairy clothes. This Qiuhong Taoist priest, who seems to be only in his early 20s, has already achieved one of the four major achievements in martial arts. He is really young and promising."

Unexpectedly, the first one to laugh and applaud was Wei Dinggong.

When the people next to him were about to praise him, Mr. Wei Ding suddenly changed the subject.

"However, our fighting method is to elect the host of the Hungry Ghost Festival. No matter how skilled the boxer is, it seems that he can't be counted in our ranks for fighting for the talisman order?"

Da Da was the first one to agree: "That's right, no matter how good your boxing skills are, if you can't feel the mana rituals, how can you assume the position of the host at that time?"

Someone said in the crowd: "We all know that Wudang is a combination of martial arts and martial arts, but you let the martial arts fool you in this kind of matter, isn't it a bit of a violation of the rules?"

"I don't think this match can be counted, and Mage Xu Luo may not be defeated?"

The voices among the crowd erupted one after another.

Wei Dinggong smiled slightly and turned to look at Qiushi.

"Who told you that I have no magic power?"

The light voice overwhelms all the noise.

Guan Luoyang bent down and pulled down a wooden board, pushed the sleeve of his right hand to his elbow, and said, "If there is no mana, what is it?"

Under the eyes of everyone, the brilliance of bronze was condensed on the skin, and the complicated patterns spread from the elbow to the fingertips.

The surging heat gathered towards Guan Luoyang's fingertips, and a few wisps of green smoke rose.

puff! ! ! !

The fire wrapped the wooden block and burned between Guan Luoyang's five fingers.

Wei Dinggong looked at this scene with a slightly stiff expression.

Ordinary people study the scriptures and classics hard, and it takes seven or eight years to practice the first magic power, and they often need to use some utensils and spells to exert the exact effect.

Like Guan Luoyang, who does not recite mantras, does not use weapons, casts spells with bare hands, and ignites damp thick wood, at least it takes more than ten years of hard work.

Boxing kung fu is absolutely impossible to do this kind of thing.

But how big is this talent?If he studied the scriptures hard for more than ten years, where did he get the effort to train his muscles and bones to achieve such an achievement in martial arts? !
Among the hundreds of people around the high platform, there are not a few people who have similar thoughts.But in fact, they can only be a little jealous at most, envious and unwilling, and sigh, it is worthy of Wudang's background, there is such a great talent hidden in the place of Jiaozhi.

"I have never made a name for myself among mages before, and I rushed to participate in the martial arts battle. If you don't say anything, you may have some complaints in your heart, just like this mage Wei Dinggong."

Guan Luoyang grabbed the flame and glanced around, fixed on Wei Dinggong, and suddenly smiled.

"That's it, I'll take a step back and change the rules."

"From now on, I will sit in the arena and compete for the talisman of the great mage Yulu. There are five winners in the front and four who are not on the stage in the back. They can all come up."

"I'm the only one here at Zhenwu Temple, from the first fight to the last one, how about it?"

The scorching sun is in the sky, and everyone is watching.

Guan Luoyang waved his hand, the flames fell to the ground, and sparks flew everywhere.

(End of this chapter)