A seal of immortality

Chapter 247 Gambling Fight ([-])

At this time, as many as 800 people had already gathered on the platform on the mountainside, and more people came one after another.

Most of these people are around 20 years old, and the older ones are in their 40s, both men and women.

Zhao Qingshan led Wang Changsheng and the others towards a crowd.

Judging from their attire, they clearly came from two different forces.

There is a flame pattern on the clothes of the person on one side, which is the logo of Fenghuomen. The leader is a middle-aged fat man with a greasy face. This person has layers of fat around his waist. Trembling, his cultivation base is unfathomable, he is obviously a monk in the alchemy period.

The people on the other side were wearing uniform blue Taoist robes. The leader was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a yellow wooden sword on his back. This person had ordinary features and a goatee. The aura on his body was stronger than that of a middle-aged fat man. a bit.

"Zhao Daoyou, why are you alone, and Han Daoyou who came with you! Could it be that your Taiqing Palace sent three people to participate this time?" The middle-aged fat man said curiously.

"Senior Brother Han is delayed by something, so come here later. By the way, Fellow Daoist Wang, I heard that you have recruited a new disciple of Lei Linggen with a different attribute. I don't know who it is!" Zhao Qingshan explained, looking at the middle-aged man. The disciples behind the fat man looked over.

"Lei Zhen, come out and meet Senior Zhao from Taiqing Palace," the middle-aged fat man smiled and waved behind him.

A short, fat, ugly man came out, bowed to Zhao Qingshan, and said, "I've seen Senior Zhao."

Wang Changsheng's expression changed when he saw the short and fat man. If he remembered correctly, he had seen this person a few days ago when he was buying spirit wine. Originally, the owner of the shop invited Wang Changsheng to a party, but because of this person, Wang Changsheng refused.

"Hey, it's already the late stage of foundation establishment. It seems that your Fenghuomen attaches great importance to this disciple! Maybe after more than a hundred years, your Fenghuomen will have another alchemy cultivator," Zhao Qingshan said. After looking at the short and fat man, he said meaningfully.

"We old guys don't know how much we have suffered before we can advance to the alchemy stage. Although Zhen'er is a Lei Linggen with a different attribute, I can only say that this child has a glimmer of hope. By the way, Wang also heard , Fellow Daoist Zhao has also taken in a new disciple, it is said that he is the No. Said.

"Changsheng, come to see Senior Wang and Senior Yu," Zhao Qingshan nodded and said.

"Junior Wang Changsheng, I have met Senior Wang and Senior Yu," Wang Changsheng didn't dare to neglect, he hurried out and bowed to the two of them.

Seeing Wang Changsheng, a flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the short and fat man. He did not expect that Wang Changsheng would be No. 1 in the Grand Competition of the Taiqing Palace, and he was definitely a formidable opponent.

Behind the middle-aged Taoist priest, a woman in her twenties saw Wang Changsheng, and a look of fear flashed in her eyes.

"Zhao Daoyou's disciple can stand out in the competition during the Qi refining period, and won the No. 1 competition. After the foundation is established, I'm afraid it will be even more remarkable!" The middle-aged Taoist stroked his beard and said with a smile.

"Longsheng has only a short period of time to build his foundation. How can he compare with the disciples of the two fellow Taoists? Fellow Daoist Yu, I heard that your sect Tianyu Mountain has received several good seedlings, and one of the disciples' spiritual consciousness is far superior to those of the same level. Cultivator, I wonder if you have brought this disciple here," Zhao Qingshan chuckled and changed the subject.

"Master Nephew Liu, come and meet Senior Zhao," the middle-aged Taoist turned his head and said to a woman with delicate features in a pleasant manner.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Qingshan was slightly taken aback, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged fat man's expression remained unchanged, as if he knew something.

"Junior Liu Feifei has met Senior Zhao," the woman stepped forward, saluted Zhao Qingshan, and then retreated.

The middle-aged fat man's ears moved, and he said, "Okay, it's getting late, and other fellow Taoists are waiting for us in the attic! Let's go! I'll leave this place to these juniors."

Zhao Qingshan nodded, told Wang Changsheng and the others, and then walked towards the attic with the middle-aged fat man and the middle-aged Taoist priest.

As soon as the master left, everyone did not interact with each other and went about their own business.

Wang Changsheng took this opportunity to carefully observe other people around him.

At this time, nearly a thousand people had already come to the platform. At a glance, it was crowded with people and it was very lively.

These people's cultivation bases are low in the Qi refining period, and high in the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen period. No one knows exactly how many people will participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference. Only when they sign up will they know.

"It's the time of day. All fellow Taoists who came to participate in the treasure hunting conference have come to sign up by lottery. After counting the number of people, the treasure hunting conference will officially begin," a masculine male voice was uploaded from the towering stone platform behind the magic circle Come on, everyone on the platform can hear it clearly.

As soon as the words fell, it immediately attracted the attention of other monks. They stopped talking and moved closer to the towering stone platform. Wang Changsheng also walked over.

At this time, there were still three children of the Huang family standing on the high platform, a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a bookish face was holding a palm-sized conch in his hand, and the remaining two were holding a golden bowl with several Ten bamboo sticks, another person holds a red jade pen in his left hand, and a white disc in his right hand.

Seeing the people approaching, the middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded in satisfaction, and said, "I am Huang Yu, on behalf of the Huang family, and welcome all fellow Taoists to come to the treasure hunting conference held by our Huang family. The rules of the conference may be different. Fellow daoist is not clear, so I will briefly explain it below. The treasure hunting conference is divided into gambling and duel.
For things of the same value, the winning party can get what the losing party has. Those who participate in gambling fights need to draw lots. Unless they are from the same sect or family, if they draw the same number, they will immediately start fighting. The loser will be eliminated and the winner will enter. In the next round, draw lots again until there are ten people left, and these ten people will compete in rounds, and finally compete with our disciples from the Huang Family Life and Death Hall according to their rankings. If you defeat them, you will get corresponding rewards. Next, participate in the treasure hunt meeting Fellow Daoists, please go to the stage to draw lots one by one. "

"I declare in advance that life may be in danger when fighting skills. Fellow Daoists who participate in the treasure hunting conference need to sign a life and death certificate. It depends on luck.”

"Didn't it mean that if you win five games in a row, you can enter the next round? It seems that Brother Song's news is wrong!" Wang Changsheng's expression changed, and he thought to himself.

After listening to the middle-aged Confucian scholar's words, someone immediately walked up to the stone platform, took out a bamboo stick from the golden bowl, glanced at it hastily, and put it away.

Wang Changsheng's mind moved, and he released his consciousness to explore the golden alms bowl, but he was blocked from the outside of the alms bowl. In this way, the number of bamboo sticks he draws depends entirely on luck.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Changsheng walked up to the stone platform and took out a bamboo stick from the golden bowl. He glanced at it and saw the word "one" written on the end of the bamboo stick. He was actually the first to go on stage.

After a while, the bamboo sticks in the golden bowl were all taken out, and there were still dozens of people in line. The middle-aged Confucian scholar then asked someone to take out dozens of bamboo sticks and put them in the bowl.

Soon, all the contestants got a bamboo stick.

"Is there anyone who wants to participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference? If so, come and draw lots. If not, then the gambling will begin." The conch shone with bursts of white light, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked three times, but no one came forward.

"Since no one draws lots to sign up, the gambling battle will officially begin. Please, friends who have drawn bamboo sticks, walk into the formation in order," the middle-aged Confucian scholar announced.

Wang Changsheng nodded when he heard the words, and appeared in the formation with a flash of his figure.

At the same time, a young man in white with a bamboo pattern on his clothes stepped out from the crowd and quickly walked into the formation.

A middle-aged man dressed in the Huang family's costume walked up to the two of them, and when they wrote their names on the white discs with a red jade pen, they backed out.

As soon as this person left, the monks of the Huang family activated the formation, and a huge white mask covered the two of them inside, and the monks outside the mask could clearly see what was going on inside.

The young man in white is also in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but his mana fluctuations are somewhat stronger than Wang Changsheng's.

"Bitter Bamboo Cliff White Jade Forest," the young man in white introduced himself politely.

"Prince Changsheng of Taiqing Palace," Wang Changsheng also reported his name.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded and said, "The competition begins."

(End of this chapter)