Chapter 3210

"Nothing!" Xiao Hua spat out these three words, then turned around and walked towards the donkey cart that Yuan Ya brought over.

"Hehe …" Xiao Jian suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and quickly followed behind Xiao Hua. He looked at the gate of the Small Gold Temple as if he was looking at his own home.

In just half a cup of tea's time, Xing Kong and Xing Min from the Cloud Forest Temple, along with ten monks from the Small Gold Temple, walked onto the stage. The ten monks sat cross-legged on the stage with a wooden fish in their hands. One of their hands tapped lightly, and the other hand placed in front of their chest while chanting.

As the monks chanted, the entire stage emitted a faint Buddhist light. The Buddhist light gradually transformed into the shape of a lotus.

"Amitabha!" The kind-hearted people below the stage couldn't help but cry out in shock.

The moment the lotus took shape, clouds appeared below Xing Kong and Xing Min's feet. The two of them flew into the air, clapped their hands, and took out two purple gold alms bowls from their sleeves. Under the activation of their telekinesis, two Buddhist lights shot out from the alms bowls, like pillars of light flying into the air.

"Amitabha, Buddha is merciful!"

The two monks chanted Buddhist mantras as they formed seals with their hands and struck the alms bowl. The alms bowl emitted a thunderous sound as the pillars of Buddhist light trembled and intertwined in midair. Slowly, the image of a benevolent Buddha that was dozens of feet tall appeared in midair!

"Buddha, please protect us!" Seeing a huge Buddha standing in front of them, many of the villagers didn't dare to stand anymore. "Plop, plop, plop!" They all kneeled on the ground, and the entire area below the stage was in chaos!

"Hmph, Junfeng, did you see that?"

Mo Jianli coldly said, "This is bewitching people's hearts. The Buddhist Sect is much better than us Confucian cultivators!

If we want to chase the Buddhist Sect away from the Hidden Immortal Continent, we must first chase them away from the hearts of the people! "

"Yes, disciple understands!" Zhu Junfeng's face was also filled with worry as he softly replied.

The Buddha standing on the lotus stayed in the air for the time it takes to eat a meal, and then it turned into thousands of specks of light that scattered around the stage. Xing Chen's voice was extremely calm, "Amitabha, this is my grace, the rain of the world. Anyone who obtains this item has fate with the Buddha, and is born with kindness!"

"Buddha, please protect us! Buddha is merciful!" In an instant, everyone went crazy, and almost reached out their hands to grab the Buddhist light that was falling down!

The entire area below the stage immediately became extremely dangerous.

"Clang …" Among the thousands of Buddhist lights, the sound of metal clanging suddenly, the sound of metal, of the hundred or so Immortal Academy's disciples were scattered all around the stage, at the same time, they all waved their hands, and drew long swords from their backs.

This sword energy was originally weak, but when the hundred or so disciples all activated it at the same time, the scene was magnificent. The sword energy was like a song, and immediately cut apart the thousands of Buddhist lights, and even destroyed the fanaticism of the thousand or so people.

"Go!" Seeing this, Zhu Junfeng patted his back, and the flying sword rushed into the air like a rainbow. At the same time, Qiu Jian, Li Mo Ming, and Ji Dong didn't hesitate, and three flying swords flew out together with Zhu Junfeng's flying sword. The four flying swords on the stage were like swimming dragons, and set off waves of turbulent waves. When the sword light scattered in the air, the hundred or so flying swords at the same time emitted a strong sword cry, and rushed to the sky, as if they were flying together, and clustered around the four flying swords.

Then, the four flying swords led four separate groups of flying swords to dance in the air, and the thousand or so people below the stage couldn't help but be fascinated.

"Go!" Mo Jianli lightly shouted, and Zhu Junfeng and the other three rushed into the air, and landed on the flying swords. With a wave of his hand, the hundred or so flying swords turned into fish, and followed Zhu Junfeng and the other three in the air. Mo Jianli waved his hand, and a fist-sized vermillion red gourd appeared in his hand. As Mo Jianli activated his yuan qi, the entire gourd gave off a red glow, and the red glow entered the air, and then turned into thousands of fog. The fog evaporated, and gradually covered the area around one mile in the air. "Hua …" There was a soft sound, like rolling up a bead curtain, and a soft chuckle, like pearls falling onto a jade plate. But where the breeze passed, the fog was lifted, and a brilliant light was born from the fog, and an unimaginable fairyland appeared in the air …

Thousands of golden lights rolled, and thousands of auspicious qi sprayed out purple fog.

There was a heavenly gate, deep and dark, made of glass, and bright and made of precious jade.

Wasn't this the legendary Southern Heavenly Gate?

Looking at the Southern Heavenly Gate, there were dozens of Heaven Suppressing Marshals on both sides, and one of them was leaning against a pillar, holding a mace. Around him were dozens of gods in golden armor, and each of them held halberds, whips, sabers, and swords.

The outside was okay, but the inside was shocking.

There were a few huge pillars in the inner wall, and on the pillars, there were golden-scaled Brilliant Sun Red Bearded Dragons. There were also a few long bridges, and on the bridges, there were phoenixes with colorful feathers flying in the air.

Looking at the inside of the Southern Heavenly Gate, the bright clouds reflected the sky, and the green fog covered the entrance.

On the stage of the God of Longevity, there were famous flowers that hadn't been shed for thousands of years, and beside the medicine furnace, there were evergreen herbs.

In front of the Pilgrimage Tower, there were red robes, and the stars were bright. The hibiscus crown was golden and dazzling.

Jade hairpins, pearl shoes, and purple ribbons with golden badges.

When the golden bell rang, the three divine statues entered. When the heavenly drum rang, the thousand saints worshipped the Immortal Emperor.

In the middle of the hall, there were golden nails and jade doors, and colorful phoenixes dancing on the vermillion door.

The winding corridor was exquisite everywhere. Three eaves and four clusters, and layers of dragons and phoenixes soared.

Above, there was a purple Weiwei. It was bright, round, and bright, and on top of a big golden gourd. Below, there was a heavenly concubine holding a fan, and a jade maiden holding an immortal towel.

Fierce, heavenly generals in charge of the state. Spirited, immortal ministers protecting the emperor.

In the middle, there were many layers of Taiyi Pills in a glass plate. In an agate bottle, there were a few curved coral trees.

There were all kinds of strange objects in the Heavenly Palace, and none of them existed in the world.

Golden Palace and Purple Palace, and Qi Flowers and Jade Grass.

Passing by the Jade Rabbit Altar, the Golden Crow flew at the bottom.

(The above are all references, not original works.)

Not only were the thousand or so people from Longevity Town on the left flabbergasted, drooling from the corners of their mouths, but even Xiao Hua was flabbergasted. This kind of immortal realm was far from what an ordinary cultivation sect had!

"Hehe, senior …" Xiao Jian's voice sounded in Xiao Hua's ear. "This is where the Confucian Immortal Palace is!

Everything inside … who knows if it's real or fake?

This disciple never knew anyone who went to the immortal palace! "

"Oh, I see!"

Xiao Hua suddenly understood. This so-called immortal palace had nothing to do with him, and he didn't know if he could go there in this life.

Then he looked at the other side of the arena, in the shed of the Buddhist Sect.

At this time, Xing Chen's face was also not good. The reason why he said those words in a low voice was to set off the atmosphere, to make people fight for the so-called Buddha's light. Those who snatched the Buddha's light, if Monk Ming Yue could find them later, it meant that they were fated with the Buddha, and in the future, they would also be pilgrims of the Small Gold Temple.

He didn't expect such a big mess, but of course, he didn't care about the chaos!

What he cared about was that his Buddha's light was completely shattered by the sword light of the Confucian cultivator. This was a naked slap in the face.

Originally, Xing Chen was still thinking about how to deal with Chongyun Sect's Mo Jianli, but now he made a decision.

As if he sensed something, Mo Jianli turned his head slightly and looked at Xing Chen. "Amitabha ~" Xing Chen put his palms together, a big smile on his face.

The immortal palace stayed in the air for a little less than an hour. The scene inside was like a revolving lantern. Heavenly maidens, immortals, immortal birds, and divine beasts, in short, it was all seen in the dreams of the secular world. When everyone felt like they were in a dream, all the fog slowly fell and was absorbed into the gourd in Mo Jianli's hand. All the illusions disappeared without a trace, and only the hundred or so flying swords were still floating in the air …

"Changsheng Academy wishes the Immortal Buddha Ceremony a success …" The hundred and ten students shouted in unison again. That voice, along with the true energy that the students cultivated, resounded loudly in the air above the entire Small Gold Temple. Mixed with the whistling sounds of swords, it really made one immediately feel respectful.

When Mo Jianli and the others descended from the air, the hundred or so flying swords flew back into the hands of the students. Zen Master Ming Yue appeared on the stage and waved his hand. "The Immortal Buddha Ceremony is over. Now, the competition that everyone has been waiting for is about to begin. This competition will affect the fate of the Little Gold Temple!

I don't know if the Little Gold Temple will still exist in Changsheng Town after this battle. This poor monk is really nervous! "

"The Little Gold Temple will win! Zen Master Ming Yue will win!"

Someone shouted, and it immediately caused dozens of people to shout. The whole place was in an uproar again.

Zhu Junfeng frowned. The key to this battle was the Little Gold Temple and the River and Tide Temple. It had nothing to do with Changsheng Academy. However, he didn't know if these words had other meanings, but it made him feel very unhappy.

The voices below the stage rose and fell, making Zen Master Ming Yue very excited. "Thank you, everyone, for your blessings. This poor monk will do his best and will not disappoint you!"

Then, Zen Master Ming Yue opened his mouth again. "The Little Gold Temple is the host of this Immortal Buddha Ceremony. This poor monk will be the first to announce the order of the competition."

As he spoke, Zen Master Ming Yue announced the Little Gold Temple's name list. It was: Jian Zheng, Jian Ping, Jian Shan, Ming Fa, Ming Cheng, Xing Kong, Xing Min, Xing Fan, and Xing Chen!

After he finished speaking, Zen Master Ming Yue looked below the stage and said loudly, "Priest Xiao Jian of the River and Tide Temple, can your Tide Temple's name list come out?"

"Haha, my Tide Temple only has three people. It's really simple!"

Xiao Jian said loudly. "The first to fight is my inferior disciple, Yuan Ya. The second is naturally Fellow Daoist Xiao Hua. The last is I!"

"Oh?

Xiao Hua … "Both Mo Jianli and Xing Chen looked at Xiao Hua. How could they not know Xiao Jian's wishful thinking?

Xiao Hua was the one with the highest cultivation in the Tide Temple. As long as he didn't lose, Xiao Jian, who was average, didn't need to fight.

"What about Changsheng Academy?" Zen Master Ming Yue also looked down on Xiao Jian in his heart. He raised his head and looked at Zhu Junfeng.

Actually, according to Zhu Junfeng's arrangement, the four seniors from the Chongyun Sect didn't need to fight. At least, Mister Mo Jianli didn't need to fight.

However, after hearing the Little Gold Temple's arrangement, even Xing Chen was arranged, how could Mo Jianli not fight?