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"You bastard, stop fucking blindly. If you do it again, I'll eat you."

Li Sao grabbed the wild boar's tail and pulled it away from her bed.

After discovering the wild boar in Yangtou Cave that day, Li Sao felt that it looked very similar to her turtle son, so she took it back to the inn and took good care of it.

And he named it ‘The Bastard’.

"Just follow my instructions. Do you know how to behave well during the competition?"

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

Li Sao laughed playfully: "Senior brother, you have never ridden a wild boar, so you don't know. Although the White Bone Lingxi is powerful, it is so hard that it makes my butt hurt."

"It's far worse than my bastard."

Hum hum hum ~

At this point, Lisao came closer and whispered: "Senior brother, it's good to bring it in."

"In case there is nothing to eat when we go in, can't we still use it as backup food~"

"Yeah~"

The corner of Li Chen's mouth twitched, knowing that you were still thinking about this bite.

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

If you really want to eat it, Chiyao will have to fight for you.

Perhaps because the explosion in the cave was too powerful at that time, Chi Xiaodou had just transformed and his state was unstable, and he fell directly back to the wild boar form.

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

Lisao rides all over the streets every day.

Six days have passed since the last time Big Beard and the officers and soldiers found trouble for no reason.

And today is the day when the ‘Contest for the Currents’ begins.

The Zhengliu Conference is actually about entering the ‘Secret Realm of Ten Thousand Valleys’.

It has been said since ancient times that "thousands of mountains contend for beauty, and thousands of valleys contend for flow."

Shangyang City is both mountainous and watery.

These hundreds of water flows eventually converge into Shangyang Lake.

After each infusion for a period of time, water vapor will evaporate from the lake water and gradually condense into the entrance to the secret realm.

From here you can enter the secret realm of Wanhe.

Legend has it that the Secret Realm of Wanhe is a small world created by He Bo Wuyi in ancient mythology.

Hidden in it is the inheritance of He Bo.

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

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

Early in the morning, disciples from various sects came to Shangyang Lake one after another.

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

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

"Mr. Liu, which one are you optimistic about this year?"

"Hehe, this old man can't say it well."

"But I find the Ghost Sect quite pleasing to the eye."

"Ghost Cult?"

"Mr. Liu, I think you are the entrustee of Changlefang."

"Although the Ghost Sect has always been number one over the years, this year the Ghost Sect was severely damaged by the Sanshou Temple. Do you still dare to say that it is the number one?"

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

"This ghost sect has been entrenched in southern Xinjiang for so many years. It has a strong foundation, and it is not just exhausted by one or two defeats."

"Well, what Mr. Liu said makes sense."

"But in my opinion, the Nu Jiao Gang has attracted a lot of attention in the past few years. The Canglang Seven Sons alone have gained quite a reputation."

"The Seven Sons of Canglang are quite powerful, but the Diancang Sect is not bothered either. Although Hongfei, one of the two heroes of Diancang, is dead, the Diancang Sect still has two heroes and four evil spirits, and their background is not under the Ghost Sect."

"After all, I am the number one in the righteous path of Southern Xinjiang."

"I wonder what everyone thinks of Sesshoji Temple?"

"Sasho Temple has been in great demand during this period. It has become the most outstanding monk at the top of the Golden Scales list. He has understood the Five-Character Sutra and defeated the Ghost Sect several times."

"I think this year is a dark horse."

"You damn dark horse, haven't you heard of it?"

"What did you hear?"

"The Ghost Sect, Lieguang Pavilion, and Duanmai Mountain are friends who wear a pair of trousers. This competition will inevitably confront the Sesshou Temple."

"But the seven sects of the righteous path have also agreed to deal with the Shasheng Temple together in the secret realm of Wanhe."

"Why is this?"

"Why? When the Sesshou Temple ruled Southern Xinjiang two hundred years ago, everyone was in danger. If we wait for them to rise again, wouldn't our Southern Xinjiang never have peace again?!"

"I see."

"But I heard that since the appearance of Duxiu Monk in Sessho Temple, it has been based on the Zen dharma and has not done anything harmful to the four parties."

"Hmph, rumors are just rumors after all. Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"

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

"The odds are open, the odds are open."

"Place your bet, place your bet."

Upon hearing this, everyone ran towards the place where the sound came from.

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

For a time, the lakeside was jammed with water, and everyone rushed to place their bets.

"Go to the Ghost Sect and get ten spiritual stones."

"Dian Cang Sect, twenty yuan."

"Danxinmen, ten yuan."

…

The monks of Shasheng Temple finally arrived at 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 Sect, and he will lead this competition.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Master Canghe gently stroked his gray beard with a smile on his face.

This year the Ghost Sect's vitality has been severely damaged, and the Diancang Sect is bound to win the number one spot!

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 alone is still before his eyes.

This year it was him who led the team at Sesshōji!

…

Xuanyan Academy is the Confucian branch of Jixia Academy.

Dou Wenguang, the mountain leader, is sitting upright and serious in speech.

And the disciples are also the same.

Confucianism is not good at competing for the first place and is good at pursuing the golden mean.

The Struggle Conference is just a place of experience for Xuanyan Academy.

This time, Xuanyan Academy did not want to participate in the secret communication between the seven sects.

But thinking of the devastation of life in southern Xinjiang two hundred years ago, Dou Wenguang sighed softly.

Er Cao's body and name are both destroyed, and the flow of rivers will not be destroyed forever.

The Sesshou Temple must not rise!

Hey, that monk is...!

Ascetic!

Dou Wenguang wiped the sweat from his forehead.

…

"Lao Ba, Lao Ba~"

Li Chen suddenly heard a cry coming from his ears.

Looking around, he turned out to be the Seventh Canglang Son of the Nu Jiao Gang.

Since the last bamboo shoot competition, Li Chen has been called this.

He gave a distant salute to the seven people as a greeting.

"We haven't seen each other for a few days. Lao Ba is getting more and more popular in the Shasheng Temple."

"That's not true. The disciple of the Killing Buddha has a greater reputation than our Seven Canglang Sons."

"Shit, you know so much."

"Laoba, he has real feelings~"

"We can't control other people. We won't take action against Lao Ba this time."

"Of course."

"As agreed, after entering, the smoke will still be the signal."

"Don't 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 him. Each one of them seemed to have been soaked in a dye vat, red with enthusiasm.

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

Candle Dragon Temple.

PS: monthly tickets, recommended tickets, come to the bowl~

PS: I remembered wrongly, it’s the seven sects.

I’m too sleepy tonight and can’t hold on. I’m sorry, fellow book friends~~~

Three updates tomorrow.