Yuan Jia sent a voice transmission: "I dare to ask my senior brother, what is the realm of Ningxia?"

Yuan Chang sent a voice transmission: "This is not clear, but since he is a student of Donghua Academy, it is normal to practice Qi at the seventh level to the perfect level. He is extremely talented, and it is already amazing to reach the third level and fourth level of foundation building.

You should know that in the higher academy, only outstanding students from higher academy classes can reach the eighth level and the ninth level of foundation building, and there are very few perfect foundation building."

Yuan Bin was surprised and sent a message: "If this is the case, wouldn't there be very few young talents in the field who can pass through the leaf-picking flower formation?"

Yuan Chang sent a voice transmission: "Uncle Master has considered this issue long ago. As long as he persists in the formation, the magic array will naturally weaken. On the other hand, Ningxia may not even have the ability to enter the formation."

Yuan Jia sent a message and said, "Senior Brother, this is not right. Ningxia is just a disciple of the three generations of Zhenxu Sect. Our dignified Yuan Temple is a disgrace to use these methods.

Besides, I, Huangyuan Temple, have a vast Buddhist principle. Isn’t it difficult to impress Ningxia? So..."

"Yuan Jia!"

Yuan Chang shouted in a deep voice.

Yuan Bin hurriedly said, "Junior Brother Yuan Jia, I think you are so crazy about guarding the tower. If Master Zhiming had not pleaded for you, you would still be thinking about your mistakes in the quiet room. Don't speak nonsense!"

Yuan Jia chanted the Buddha's name low and stopped talking.

At this time, everyone in the field had already soared into the air, and Ningxia was also in the eyes of the crowd and rose up.

After browsing the ground, he rushed into the formation and immediately felt like he had entered a swamp pool with extremely high viscosity, with obstacles everywhere and nowhere to borrow power.

Every time I move forward, it is extremely difficult.

At this moment, Ningxia silently used the mysterious skill, and no one was using a sword to shoot. The white light in his palm was released, and there was no hindrance.

He disappeared into the formation like a light smoke, and the young talents from higher education institutions and noble children from famous noble families all stared at the eyes.

If it weren't for the situation of the Yuanchang monk towards Ningxia, it was an enemy but not a friend, the children of the nobles would have suspected that Huangyuan Temple had secretly opened a back door for Ningxia.

Ningxia landed lightly and saw more than a hundred people standing on the platform in front of the Hongwei Temple of the Great Buddha Temple.

"Haha, I didn't expect that it was my Shenyi Academy who took the lead."

Zhu Shunliu laughed loudly and sent a voice to Ningxia: "Although I said that you are low-key and implicit. But your move is really beautiful.

I now feel that even if you go to the Higher Academy, you will just go through a formality, and there should be nothing to teach you there."

"Ming Changyan is so serious. Can Gong Chang introduce the identities of everyone in the venue to the students?"

Ningxia voice transmission.

At this moment, Zhu Shuliu introduced him.

Those present were indeed the palace heads of the higher academies and the nine central secondary academies, including Su Poxiao, the palace head of the Imperial Sage Academy, who had dealt with Ningxia.

In addition, the high-ranking officials and nobles in the court actually saw Lady Guo State.

When he looked at Lady Guo, Lady Guo's eyes turned to other places, and was smiling cutely with a young man in his thirties in his erotic clothes.

Ningxia was frustrated and made up her mind to no longer waste time and feelings on this woman who couldn't control her.

"Donor Ning has no yellow seal bag in his hand. I guess he had made a big fuss below before, saying that the one who respects Buddha like Buddha is the fallacy is Mr. Ning?"

A fat monk said in an incense voice.

Even without Zhu Shuliu's introduction, Ningxia knew this fat monk. Zhihai, Zhiming, Zhiqing, and the three monks of the Zhi generation who participated in the besieging Qin Keqing, were this person.

Ningxia bowed and said, "The fallacy? There is a saying, "There is a truth. Monks do not lie. Why does the great monk make such crazy words? The correct argument, and the fallacy can be decided by the great monk's words."

Ningxia's reaction made all the adults and nobles in the field feel energetic.

Zhu Shuliu was shocked and sent a message: "Don't say too much, why bother with the monks? Just go through the motions."

Ningxia sent a voice transmission: "Did the palace chief forget that prayer post? It pointed out that the invitation was Ningxia of Zhenxu Sect, not Ningxia of Shenyi Academy. It was obvious that they were targeting Zhenxu Sect.

As a disciple of Zhenxu Sect, I cannot sit idly by myself, so I would like to forgive the Palace Master.”

Zhu Shuliu stood there on the spot.

Even more urgent than Zhu Shuliu was Lady Guo. Although she was determined not to contact Ningxia, she still attended the Longfa event that she did not need to attend by any means.

It is just to take a look at the heart-warming person from a distance.

She made up her mind and just took a look from a distance without giving any look or emotions.

But at this moment, Ningxia and Monk Zhihai met, she still couldn't help but feel worried.

Monk Zhihai said loudly: "I would rather not show off my ability to speak out, and God and Buddha are free, how can I respect Buddha as if Buddha is there? I see that Donor Ning has entered the path of demons. There is a way: if you are awake, you will not be confused, and if you are confused, you will not be awakened. It is better to reflect your true face from the great round mirror, and donor Ning wake up quickly."

When the last verse was expressed, Monk Zhihai specially blessed the Buddha's power, and the Buddha's voice was shaken, as if the yellow bell was knocking in everyone's hearts.

The eight winds of Ningxia remain unmoved: "The great monk, if you have reason, it is not because you have a high voice, and if you have a low voice, it may not be reasonable, but at least it is reasonable. The great monk said: If you are awake, you will not be confused. If you are confused, you will not be aware. It is best to reflect your true face from the great round mirror."

At this point, Ningxia took a special look at Lady Guoguo, who was peeking at his gaze and fleeing quickly.

Ningxia continued: "I am concerned about: form is emptiness, emptiness is form, but it proves the supreme Bodhi from the realm of true nature."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was silent, and many people shouted "Okay" from the bottom of their hearts.

Because Ningxia's words were so wonderful, the words that Monk Zhihai taught him to wake up were made into a perfect match by him.

What's even better is that the Buddhist principles are extremely neatly corrected.

Even the old monk Fashan, who was sitting upright on the cushion, opened his eyes slightly.

Lady Guo's eyes were circulating, her heart was bumped into a deer, and she secretly pinched her cuffs and murmured: "Feature is emptiness, emptiness is color, it's like it's true. I don't know who was in the middle of the tunnel at that time... Bah..."

Monk Zhihai didn't expect Ningxia to say this. He caught him off guard and kept chanting the Buddha's name, forcing him to be angry, and said coldly: "The donor's clever words and demeanor are not worthy of praise. I remembered that the donor Ning has the elegant name of a poetic immortal. Unexpectedly, he forced the ingenuity of poetry to show off his words with Buddhist principles. But he did not know that the destiny of heaven is destined, and the mantras are also going to hell, which is a pity."

Ningxia said, "The great monk said that Ning was showing off. Ning said a few more words: Enlightenment and don't talk about the destiny of heaven, practice should not take the true scriptures, one is sad, one is joy, and one is withered and flourishing, which one is destined to be in the previous life? The cassock is originally pure, and the world is untainted and empty. The ancient temple has a thousand-year-old bell, and it is all fools."
Chapter completed!