Look In the Mirror

  Chapter 312 Shangyang Lakeside

  hum~hum~

   "Baby bastard, don't push me blindly, I'll eat you if you push me any more."

   Li Sao grabbed the boar by its tail and pulled it away from her bed.

  Since discovering this wild boar in the Yangtou Cave that day, Li Sao felt that it was very similar to his turtle son, so he took it back to the inn and took good care of it.

   And name it 'Wang Ba Zaozi'.

   "You listen to me, do you know how to perform well during the competition competition?"

   "What? Junior brother, you plan to ride it to participate in the competition?"

  Li Sao laughed: "Brother, you don't know if you have never ridden a wild boar. Although the Bone Spirit Rhinoceros is mighty, its body is too hard, it hurts my ass."

   "It's far worse than my **** kid."

  hum huh huh~

   Speaking of this, Li Sao leaned closer and said in a low voice: "Brother, it's good to bring it in."

   "If you go in and don't eat it, can't it be used as spare food~"

   "Yes~"

   The corner of Li Chen's mouth twitched, you knew you were still thinking about this mouthful.

  But you can ride this wild boar, but don’t eat it.

   If you really want to eat it, Youdao Chiyao must find you desperately.

  It may be because the explosion in the cave at that time was too powerful. Chixiaodou had just transformed into a form, and her realm was unstable, so she fell directly back to the wild boar form.

   Even the memory seems to be a little damaged, and now it is a simple spirit beast wild boar.

  Every day, Li Sao rides all over the street.

  It has been six days since the last time Beard and the officers and soldiers picked on each other for no reason.

   And today is the day when the 'Contest for Streaming' begins.

  The Tournament Competition is actually entering the ‘Mystery of Myriad Valleys’.

  Since ancient times, it has been said that 'thousands of mountains compete for beauty, and ten thousand valleys compete for stream'.

  Shangyang City has many mountains and many waters.

   These hundreds of thousands of water flows finally converge in Shangyang Lake.

   After pouring for a period of time, there will be water vapor on the lake, which will gradually condense into the entrance of the secret realm.

   From here, you can enter Myriad Valley Mystery Realm.

   Legend has it that Mysterious Realm of Wanhe is a small world opened up by Hebo Wuyi in ancient mythology.

  Hidden in it is He Bo's inheritance.

  But for thousands of years, no one has ever understood it.

   Later, it evolved into a testing ground for the various sects in southern Xinjiang.

  Early in the morning, disciples from various sects came to the bank of Shangyang Lake.

   At this time, many people had been waiting for a long time.

   This time of year is the busiest time in Shangyang City.

   "Old Liu, which one do you like this year?"

   "Hey, this old man can't speak well."

   "However, I think the Ghost Cult is very pleasing to the eye."

   "Ghost Cult?"

   "Old Liu, I think you are the trustee of Changle Fang."

   "Although the Ghost Sect has always been the number one in these years, but this year the Ghost Sect was hit hard by the Shasheng Temple. How dare you call it the number one?"

   "What do you know? A skinny camel is bigger than a horse."

   "The Ghost Cult has been entrenched in southern Xinjiang for so many years, and it has a strong foundation. It doesn't just run out after one or two defeats."

   "Well, Mr. Liu is right."

   "However, in my opinion, the Nujiao Gang has attracted attention in recent years. The Canglang Seven Sons alone have gained a lot of fame."

   "The Canglang Seven are powerful, but the Dincang Sect is not bothered. Although Hong Fei, one of the Diantang Shuangying, is dead, the Diantang Sect still has two heroes and four evil spirits, and their background is not under the Ghost Sect."

   "After all, I am number one in the right way in southern Xinjiang."

   "I don't know what everyone thinks of Shasheng Temple?"

   "The Shasheng Temple has been in the limelight during this period. It has become the top monk on the Jinlin list, comprehended the five-character scriptures, and even defeated the Ghost Sect several times."

   "I think this year is a dark horse."

   "Dark horse fart, haven't you heard of it?"

   "What did you hear?"

   "The three branches of Ghost Sect, Lieguang Pavilion, and Duanmai Mountain are friends who wear a pair of pants. This competition will inevitably confront Shasheng Temple."

   "But the seven sects of the Righteous Way have also discussed to deal with Shasheng Temple together in the Mystery of Wanhe."

   "And why?"

   "Why? When the Shasheng Temple ruled southern Xinjiang two hundred years ago, everyone was in danger. If we wait for them to rise again, then there will be no peace for our southern border?!"

"I see."

   "However, I have heard that since the emergence of the Duxiu monk in the Shasheng Temple, it has taken the Zen orthodox Dharma as its foundation, and has not done any harm to the Quartet."

   "Hmph, rumors are rumors after all, who can say what will happen in the future?"

   At this moment, a shout suddenly burst out from the crowd.

   "The market is open, the market is open."

   "Bet the bet."

  Everyone ran towards where the sound came from.

  Every time the competition is held, Changlefang in Ping'an Prefecture will set a handicap on the shore of Shangyang Lake.

  For a while, the lakeside was blocked, and everyone scrambled to place bets.

   "Go to the ghost religion, ten spirit stones."

   "Dian Cang Pai, twenty yuan."

   "Danxinmen, ten yuan."

  …

  The monks of Shasheng Temple finally came to the lakeside.

   At this time, some sects have been waiting for a long time.

   Master Canghe is the younger brother of Master Cangsong, the head of the Diancang School, and he will lead this tournament.

  Looking at the din of people, Master Canghe stroked his gray beard lightly, with a three-point smile on his face.

  This year, the Ghost Sect's vitality has been severely injured, and the No. 1 throne is bound to be won by the Cang Cang Sect!

  Suddenly his cloudy eyes widened.

   That monk is...

   Master Canghe swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty.

  Decades ago, the scene of that guy fighting three elders by himself is still in front of his eyes.

  This year, he is the leader of Shashengsi!

  …

  Xuanyan Academy is the Confucian branch of Jixia Academy.

  The head of the mountain, Dou Wenguang, sat upright, serious in speech and smile.

   And the disciples under the door are also in general.

  Confucianism is not good at striving for the first, but good at taking the golden mean.

   For Xuanyan Academy, the Competition for Talents is just a place for training.

   Xuanyan Academy originally didn't want to participate in the secret arrangement of the seven sects this time.

  But remembering how two hundred years ago, people in southern Xinjiang were devastated, and Dou Wenguang sighed softly.

   Ercao's body and name are all destroyed, and the rivers and rivers will not be abolished through the ages.

  The Shasheng Temple must not rise!

   Hey, that monk is...!

  Ascetic!

  Dou Wenguang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

  …

   "Old Ba, Lao Ba~"

  Li Chen suddenly heard a cry coming from his ear.

   Following the sound, they turned out to be the seven sons of Canglang from the Nujiao Gang.

  Since the last bamboo shoot meeting, Li Chen has had this title.

  He saluted the seven of them far away, as a greeting.

   "I haven't seen you for a few days, and the old man is getting more and more popular in the killing temple."

   "That's right, the Buddha who kills life is much more famous than the Seven Sons of Canglang."

   "Fart, what do you know."

   "Old Ba has true feelings~"

   "We don't care about the others, this time we are determined not to attack Lao Ba."

   "Of course."

   "Okay, after entering, it will still be the name of cooking smoke."

"Do not worry!"

  …

   "Amitabha."

  The great monk is wearing a fiery red cassock, and his beard and hair are all red.

  The same is true for the disciples behind them, each of them is as if soaked in a dyeing vat, red hot.

   This is the first promotion of Zen Buddhism in Southern Xinjiang.

  Candle Dragon Temple.

  PS: Monthly ticket, recommendation ticket, come to the bowl~

  PS: My memory is wrong, it is the seven sects.

   I'm too sleepy tonight, I can't hold on anymore, sorry, fellow readers~~~

   It will be three shifts tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)