Fortune Teller

Shit!

The combination of the ninth-grade spiritual treasure and Taoist secrets instantly split the black and white palm prints, but Patriarch Zangchen's face became extremely ugly.

Using Lingbao means admitting defeat.

"With the rules of space and the two energies of life and death, Xianyun's strength is indeed superior to mine."

Patriarch Zangchen took a deep breath, and the reluctance on his face instantly dissipated, turning into a gentle smile, "I admire you, fellow Taoist Xianyun not only integrated the rules of the five elements, but also the space method is so mysterious. I was so brazen in front of fellow Taoist before, I’m just afraid I’ll be laughed at.”

"Fellow Taoist Zangchen's words are serious," Gu Xiuyun withdrew his energy and clasped his fists, "The soul secret technique of Zen Buddhism is unique in the world, and the power of Jie Chen's life and death phase is unparalleled. The poor Taoist can only win half of the moves. If it is a life and death fight, who will lose?" Who will win is unknown!”

"Is this the end?"

The demon guardians watching from a distance looked confused.

One move of Jie Chen's life and death, one move of black and white hands, can the winner be determined?

"According to what the two patriarchs said, Patriarch Xianyun also used the rules of space in addition to the Five Elements Rules, and Uncle Zangchen also used the secret technique of the soul."

The powerful master of Qingquan Temple used his soul to transmit his message, "The secret technique of the soul and the life and death of Jie Chen failed to suppress Xianyun. This person's strength is more terrifying than we expected."

"We can only use the second method!" Great Master Jixuanshan responded secretly.

After a while, gongs and drums sounded in the void.

A team of monks in colorful robes stepped on the clouds and came from the end of the void. There was a boy on the left and a girl on the right. They looked particularly delicate, with a hint of childishness between their eyebrows.

Below the team there are two white elephants and strange beasts, which spit out white gas from their mouths, forming clouds and earth.

"Following the order of Master Zangqian, I invite Senior Xianyun to preside over the Dharma Incense Ceremony. The Zen Sect would like to send three drops of pure water and a holy lotus as a thank you gift."

After saying that, the young monks bowed and knelt down, looking extremely sincere.

"Presiding over the incense performance?" Gu Xiuyun narrowed his eyes.

"Uncle Zangchen, fellow Daoist Xianyun is a cultivator from outside the territory. How can he host the Dharma Incense Meeting? This matter is against the rules!" The host spoke quickly in confusion.

"What kind of status do you have, and you are qualified to judge the decision of the Zangxiang Temple?" Patriarch Zangchen glanced into the distance, "Besides, the person who invited Fellow Taoist Xianyun was Senior Brother Zanggan, not me. I can't make the decision."

After the words fell, a powerful man from Qingquan Temple stepped forward and said, "Senior Xianyun has participated in creation, so it is natural for him to host the incense ceremony. I don't understand, senior brother, Zhenyan Temple has received guidance from senior Xianyun, and its strength has doubled. We can't." Could you please give me some advice, Senior Xianyun?”

"In front of the great road, don't be too selfish."

"Patriarch Xianyun is proficient in the Five Elements Taoism and is good at spatial techniques. Who else is qualified to host the Dharma Incense Ceremony except him?"

"Senior Xianyun, please host the Dharma Incense Ceremony."

The true artistic conception experts from more than a dozen ancient temples shouted in unison.

To kill...the great master of Zhengon Temple looked livid, fully understanding the intentions of all the forces.

First, let Patriarch Zangchen take action, in the name of competition, to test Xianyun's true strength. If Xianyun's strength is not good enough, he will take the opportunity to be seriously injured. There is no trace of the soul secret technique of Zen. If he cooperates with the Lotus Space, no one can see the problem. .

If Xianyun is too strong, let the young monk show up and invite him to host the incense ceremony.

As the host of the incense meeting, naturally he cannot leave the field to participate in the battle.

"Brother in charge, what should we do now? No matter whether senior Xianyun refuses or agrees, he can no longer fight for Zhenyan Temple!" Monk Wuyan looked anxious.

"The Tibetan Prime Minister's Temple is using conspiracy. There is no other way but to accept it."

The host looked up to the sky and sighed in confusion.

Praise and kill - The one who praises is Patriarch Xianyun, and the one who kills is Zhenyan Temple.

In this situation, whether Gu Xiuyun agrees or not, his status has been raised to the same level as the Zangxiang Temple. The Dharma Incense Association will be a battle between the sixteen ancient temples. The Zangxiang Temple will not participate. Naturally, Patriarch Xianyun cannot participate either. .

For this reason, the Zangxiang Temple did not hesitate to let him serve as the host of the incense ceremony, which was a great honor. If he did not accept it, it would be a slap in the face of the Zen sect.

This move was extremely cruel, and it directly cut off Shingon Temple's retreat.

"Fellow Taoist monk Zanggan warmly invites me. If I refuse, I would be too ignorant. I just want to see what the incense of Zen Buddhism is like."

Gu Xiuyun smiled slightly.

"Thank you, senior."

The young monks all bowed in unison and waited aside.

…

Half a day later.

On the vast turbid sea, high platforms stand, surrounded by clouds, and ancient temples stand among them.

In addition to the participants in the war, the various forces also brought many Douxiao Realm disciples. The Dharma Incense Festival is a once-in-a-thousand-year event and can be called a rare grand event in the Zen sect. Naturally, they have to bring their disciples to experience it.

Above the clouds, Patriarch Zangchen and Gu Xiuyun stood side by side, followed closely by the abbot of the Sixteenth Ancient Temple.

"Fellow Taoist Xianyun personally hosted the Dharma Incense Ceremony, which indeed attracted many temples and temples." Patriarch Zangchen pointed to the west, "The people gathered in the demonic cloud are all the protectors of Zhenlan Palace. Among the twelve temples, Headed by Zhenlan Palace, I didn’t expect that they would even appear.”

"Performing the Dharma Incense Festival is a grand event in the Zen sect. Pindao is just a name. How can he be qualified to host it? Let alone attract the protectors of Zhenlan Hall. I can't bear the praise of fellow Taoists."

Gu Xiuyun said with a smile.

At this moment, a wisp of sinister death energy surged out from the turbid sea, and the corpses of the practitioners could be vaguely seen floating in.

Why did he choose to play Faxiang Hui here... Gu Xiuyun frowned.

In such a ferocious place, there are nine out of ten psychic corpses hiding under the water, and maybe there are even venerable corpses. Isn't the Zen sect afraid of causing trouble?

"This place is called the Sea of ​​Bitterness of Rebirth. Over hundreds of millions of years, a large amount of grievances of living beings have gathered. Over time, powerful Yin corpses began to appear in the sea water, and practitioners did not dare to go here."

Patriarch Zangchen saw Gu Xiuyun's doubts, "The Zen sect once spent a lot of effort to kill the Yin Corpse, but with no results. Later, they chose this place to perform the Dharma Incense Festival and used the Yin Corpse as a way to compete in various ancient temples."

"That's it." Gu Xiuyun looked surprised.

This is indeed a good idea.

There is an endless supply of psychic Yin corpses. As long as the evil spirit of Yin evil persists, as soon as the front legs are eliminated, new ones will appear on the back legs.

No venerable or ninth-grade patriarch is willing to sit here all year round.

The Dharma Incense Meeting is originally a competition between practitioners. Using the Infernal Corpse as a test not only saves trouble, but also reduces casualties. It is indeed a good method.

After a while.

A red sun slowly rose from the distant sky, and just as the red sun jumped out of the sea - the drums roared, and Patriarch Zangchen and Gu Xiuyun walked up to the highest jade platform.

Patriarch Zangchen was the first to speak, "The Dharma Incense Festival is held every thousand years. I have been practicing for tens of thousands of years and have experienced a lot. But this time is different. Senior Brother Zangqian invited fellow Taoist Xianyun to host the event..."

Boom!

Lines of golden light rose into the sky, transformed into the form of strange beasts, and bowed towards the high platform. Immediately afterwards, three thousand spirit boys and spirit girls appeared in the void, chanting Zen sounds in their mouths.

There are so many tricks in Zen Buddhism... Gu Xiuyun muttered secretly in his heart, his face not moving at all.

The two of them talked about some scenes one after another, and the performance of Dharma Incense finally began.

"According to the traditional rules, the ninth-grade ancestors of the ancient temples from all sides are the first to leave, sit and talk to each other, and at the same time attract the Yin corpses in the surrounding seas with the original rules. After the ninth grade, there will be a fight between the True Inspiration Realm, and finally the Douxiao Realm disciples."

Patriarch Zangchen said, "When Patriarch talks about Taoism, you and I are the ones who decide the outcome. This year, Taoist Brother Xianyun will come forward, so I will feel much more relaxed."

"I once heard Master Bujie say that when discussing Taoism, the Patriarch not only competes with the realm of Taoism, but also with Buddhism and Zen secrets. These poor Taoists know nothing about it, so they still have to ask Taoist friend Zangchen to help." Gu Xiuyun shook his head and smiled.