The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

Xiao Feng's arrival did not affect Xiaofeng's daily life.

Leng Qingsong repaired the roof.

Chen Changsheng didn't know what he was doing in his room.

Bai Feiyu still stood on the branch and showed off.

Hu Tutu still flies around on his paper crane.

But there was an extra young man carrying a bluestone on the plank road. It was Xiao Feng who was repairing the plank road.

Everyone has something to do, which means I have nothing to do.

Ouyang was slumped on his recliner, holding a book in his hand and dozing off.

Everything in the small courtyard seemed so peaceful.

Only the occasional salute from Qingyun Peak disturbed people's dreams.

As the time for the sect competition gets closer and closer.

The sects invited to watch the ceremony also came to Qingyun Sect one after another.

Every time a sect comes, the roar of salutes will be heard from Qingyun Peak.

There were more than ten times more light than usual, streaking across the blue sky from time to time.

The entire Qingyun Sect seemed extremely busy.

It seems that the small mountain peak has been forgotten.

Suddenly a Sanskrit sound that resounded like heaven and earth came from Qingyun Peak.

On the Qingyun Peak of the original Xuanzong Taoist Gate, the light of Buddha filled the sky, and it seemed that the Buddha was discussing the Tao.

Ouyang took the book off his face, looked in the direction of Qingyun Peak with a surprised expression, and said in a voice: "What's going on? The great monk went up the mountain?"

Bai Feiyu, who was standing on a branch, looked in the direction of Qingyun Peak, shook his head and said, "It seems that someone is discussing Taoism at Qingyun Peak. Buddhism seems to have produced an incredible reincarnation of the Buddha."

"The reincarnation of Buddha? The legendary Buddhist saint?" Ouyang suddenly became interested.

The year before last, I heard that Buddhism gave birth to an incredible saint.

Legend has it that as soon as this person entered Buddhism, the golden body of Buddha spoke and gave him his name.

It takes one year to build the foundation, three years to form the elixir, and five years to build the Nascent Soul.

The speed of upgrading the cultivation level is like a ghost.

The eighteen abbots of Dalingshan Temple, the holy land of Buddhism, discussed Taoism at the age of eighteen, and they did not fall behind!

If Buddhism gets this person, it will be a great success!

Seeing this movement, Ouyang thought at first that those people outside were really good at blowing things, but now it seems that there is indeed something to what they said.

Just when Ouyang was thinking about whether to eat melon, he wanted to see which unlucky guy was being used as a stepping stone.

Seven copper bells suddenly sounded from above Qingyun Peak.

The sound of the copper bell was distant but not harsh, but it could easily reach the ears of everyone in the Qingyun Sect.

This is the sound of the sect’s calling bell!

The seven voices represent that all disciples from all mountains must go to Qingyun Peak to discuss matters.

It is also called the shaking bell by Ouyang.

It means that something happened to the sect, and everyone in the peak speed code!

Ouyang sat up from the recliner and said with interest: "Let's go and have a look. The last time the bell rang, it was to compete for which mountain peak Xiaobai entered. Today there is something to eat."

Leng Qingsong and Bai Feiyu walked with their swords.

Chen Changsheng followed closely with Xiao Feng, who couldn't wield a sword.

Hu Tutu and Ouyang followed slowly behind on paper cranes.

All members of Xiaofeng Mountain were dispatched, leaving only one Tibetan Fox to guard the house.

After all, eating melons was rare in the boring years of cultivating immortals.

When everyone arrived at the foot of Qingyun Peak, the place was already packed with people.

All the inner disciples together numbered over a thousand, and except for some who were in retreat, everyone who could come came.

As soon as Ouyang arrived at Qingyun Peak, he saw Ling Feng being beaten.

Gee, is there any justice?

Every time he went out to take the blame, it was Lao Ling, just because he had a good temper and was still the head disciple.

Every time someone came to kick in the door, Lao Ling would be beaten first and then talk.

Isn't this bullying honest people?

It's a pity that all the good positions are taken by others, and there is no good position for eating melons.

Ouyang winked at Leng Qingsong, and Leng Qingsong understood it and walked towards the best position while holding his sword.

On a high point of a boulder, a dozen disciples of Wenjian Peak stood with swords in hand, watching with great interest.

After all, they asked Jianfeng to have a large number of people, so such a good place would be snatched away by them.

Dare to take action? Have you asked me about these dozen long swords?

Just as they were enjoying watching it, someone came to ask them about a dozen long swords.

Leng Qingsong, dressed in black, jumped onto the boulder and uttered two words in a cold voice: "Get down!"

The disciple who had never seen Leng Qingsong was immediately furious. This kid was really blind and wanted to draw his sword immediately.

But someone on the side held the hilt of the sword and whispered a few words.

The disciple who wanted to draw his sword suddenly shrank his head, glanced at Leng Qingsong with some fear, and then followed his brothers to jump from the boulder to the stone occupied by Tianyan Peak.

"Go down! If you dare to resist, have you asked me about these dozen long swords?"

The disciples of Tianyan Peak looked at the arrogant disciples of Wenjian Peak and dared not speak out in anger.

The small mountain peak got the best viewing position. Ouyang sat lazily on the big rock and hugged Hu Tutu, watching what happened on the field.

Bai Feiyu is on the left, Leng Qingsong is on the right, and Xiao Feng is slightly behind.

When Chen Changsheng saw the scene in front of him, he frowned and retreated to the back of the crowd.

In the middle of the field, a shiny bald man was sitting cross-legged, his whole body exuding Buddha's light, and he was eloquent.

Young grass grows from the boulders beneath me, and flowers grow from under the futon.

Opposite him, Ling Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, his brows furrowed, and he wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to refute, and under the suppression of the Buddha's light, even his own true energy was suppressed and unable to move in his dantian.

"Senior Brother, do you have any doubts that Taoism is originally Buddha?" the bald boy in a yellow cassock suddenly shouted.

Ling Feng, whose Taoist heart was damaged, spat out blood, put one hand on the ground, and looked at the bald boy with a weak look on his face.

His originally good looks combined with his damaged Taoist heart gave him a sickly look.

It caused panicked shouts in Xizhou.

"Senior Brother Lingfeng, you can't admit defeat."

"Senior Brother Lingfeng, even if we lose, we will always love you."

"Senior brother, come to my room at night and I will heal your injuries!"

……

Ling Feng, who looked upright, slightly cupped his hands towards the bald boy and said weakly: "Junior brother Huizhi has great opinions, but Ling Feng is stupid, but I still insist that the Buddha is the Buddha, the Tao is the Tao, and I am not alone in the Tao!"

After speaking, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again, but there was no wavering on his resolute face.

The disciple on the side who was confused for a moment lowered his head in shame.

Huizhi looked at Ling Feng, who had a determined look on his face, and sighed and said, "Brother Dao is strong-willed. Huizhi has only seen him in his life, and Huizhi also admires him."

This great monk is really good at being a good person. He will give the opponent a step down when he wins, and he immediately wins Xi Zhou's favor.

They all forgave the young man in front of them on Ling Feng's behalf for Ling Feng's damaged Taoist heart.

Ouyang, who was chewing an apple, looked at the template of the bald boy with a surprised expression on his face:

Name: Huizhi (Buddhist Saint Pseudo)

Cultivation: Ninth level of Nascent Soul

Root bone: 9

Charisma: 9

Lucky: 9

Buddhist qualifications: 11

Special skills: Buddha is me

The pseudonym behind the Buddhist Holy Son in this bracket is really intriguing.