Journey to the West begins with a full-level Tang monk

Chapter 1105 Civilization Competition
"Hit...why not?"

Ling Xiao immediately replied.

"Fellow daoists have now seen that, except when Cheng Zilong was about to hit Monk Sanzang, the monk injured Cheng Zilong in a rage. In addition, he was extremely measured in his actions. According to my speculation, it may be restricted by the Buddhist precepts, Sanzang The little monk can't hurt people at will, let alone take people's lives. Or maybe it has something to do with the skills he practiced and the reason for his rapid breakthrough."

"Fellow daoists, think back, from the competition between the disciples in the Qi refining period to the competition between the disciples in the foundation establishment period, did the little monk Sanzang ever hurt someone, not... half of a person?"

Sure enough, as Ling Xiao said, everyone thought about it silently for a while, and they finally realized that Ling Xiao was right.

In the previous two competitions, the little monk Sanzang basically adopted a defensive strategy, seldom took the initiative to attack, and his attacks were extremely measured, never hurting anyone.

Even if the Immortal Sword Sect used the ten thousand methods to return to the sect, Sanzang only broke through it lightly, and never hurt anyone.

The victories of the two competitions were entirely based on physical tactics, and they exhausted and paralyzed the disciples of the six major sects on their side before finally winning.

"That's right, as fellow Daoist Ling said, the little monk Sanzang did not hurt anyone. Fellow daoist Zhiwei has seen it, and his insight is extraordinary, which is really admirable!"

The senior officials of Duxianmen were the first to respond with a nod.

Ling Xiao nodded: "Don't say any compliments. The situation that the old man said just now is just to show that if the fight continues, it will not harm the monks of the six major sects, and they will not be in danger. But , everyone should warn my disciples, when fighting the little monk Sanzang, don't shout and slap him, and don't try to slap him. His face may be where his back is. Perhaps, Slapping him in the face is related to slapping Buddha in the face, remember that."

"What Fellow Daoist Ling said is indeed a good word of gold and jade. We will restrain our disciples through sound transmission, and we will no longer touch the Ni Lin of the little monk Sanzang." Du Xianmen's senior officials continued to respond.

Ling Xiao nodded slightly again: "That's very good. Now let me tell you the reason why the old man insisted on this competition. Fellow Taoists, think about it, if you want to capture the little monk Sanzang alive and force him to find out the reason for his rapid breakthrough. There are not many opportunities. But even if it is difficult, we still have to do this thing."

"However, there is a saying that what you hear is not what you hear, and what you see is what you see. When the little monk Sanzang speaks nonsense, can we really believe it? That is absolutely impossible."

"So, we have to pass this competition, so that we can observe the little monk Sanzang and observe all his details, even if they are very insignificant, inconspicuous, or even some small places that have nothing to do with the overall situation. Maybe we can find something from it. No matter how bad it is, in the future Capture this person so that you can compare them with his reaction today so as not to be deceived by the other party."

"At that time, we can communicate with each other, and we may find some secrets from our respective gains!"

After listening, everyone nodded and echoed.

In fact, although the six major sects are united, each sect has a point of interest, and they are all planning for themselves while uniting.

Naturally, some of these people should have considered what Ling Xiao said, but they just kept it in their hearts and didn't say it out.

Now that Ling Xiao is the first to tell the truth, everyone can no longer pretend to be confused. If everyone can verify their observations with each other, it seems to be a good choice.

After that, these people stopped talking, and passed the instructions one by one to the disciples of the sect through sound transmission, and then began to observe Tang Seng carefully.

These words were naturally spoken by the technique of sound transmission, and Tang Seng couldn't hear them.

If he really heard it, how would he feel?
It's ridiculous that he even fiddled with his Ni Lin. It's not that he doesn't have Ni Lin, but it's not his face, but his merit points.

All factors that prevent him from obtaining merit points are his life and death enemies!
The current Tang Monk is sitting cross-legged on the grass, observing the disciples of the Golden Core Stage from the six sects.

Finally, seeing those disciples from the six major sects wandering around the boundary line of the competition turned back one after another, he let out a long breath and completely relaxed.

As long as these people don't leave the battlefield, he still has a chance to get merit points.

The competition that followed surprised the onlookers.

After a fierce life-and-death fight, the competition between the two sides became more civilized. Although there were still figures flying and lights shining, they no longer had the terrifying murderous aura they had before.

It's more like a mutual discussion and confirmation between the same sect.

The disciples of the Golden Core stage of the six major sects fought weakly, and Sanzang also shot with great measure, as if he was afraid of accidentally hurting the opponent.

"Come here, abbot, I feel like I'm back to the competition between the Qi refining period and the foundation building period?" Elder Xingsheng of the Tianlong Temple camp saw this situation and whispered to Master Kuchan.

Abbot Kuchan shook his head and said: "Be safe and don't be impatient, Sanzang naturally has a reason to fight like this. If he wants, he can end the competition at any time, but he has a kind heart and wants to let the confidantes of the six sects take it. But , it will take a lot of time to exhaust and paralyze those Golden Core stage disciples, and I will be watching here for the next few days!"

Even though he said this, Abbot Kuchan still had a hundred question marks in his heart.

He knew that Tang Seng must have his reasons for doing this, but where is the reason?What's the point?
He was also very confused!
Time passed bit by bit, and the competition in the competition field was always tepid.

No one knows whether the senior leaders of the six major sects have discovered any secrets from Tang Seng.

Including Tang Seng himself, he only knows that his merit points are increasing rapidly.

He even hopes that this competition will never end, these monks at the golden core stage are all his little boys who give money!

In this competition, Tianlong Temple and the six sects showed extreme patience.

Due to the extremely civilized fighting on both sides, no one of the Jindan stage disciples of the six major sects was injured.

This made Cheng Zilong, who was standing outside the field, very unwilling, and his face was extremely ugly.

I was the most unlucky one in the whole competition. I was the only one injured in the whole competition, and it was the kind of injury that lost an arm.

And the rest of the people said hello, hello, everyone, and they had a great time in the test field.

Unbalanced, extremely unbalanced in my heart.

But he has no choice, since he has withdrawn from the competition, it is impossible to get in.

It wasn't until the senior sect sent a voice transmission to him, telling him that he lost an arm because he had to slap someone twice and touched the Ni Lin of the little monk Sanzang, and he woke up like a dream.

At this moment, he wished he could slap himself twice, what a cheap mouth, that sentence was too sweet, and the price was too high.

(End of this chapter)