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

Chapter 1288
As soon as the old monk spoke, the whole valley became silent.

The old monk continued: "In order to demonstrate the fairness and justice of this temple competition, a total of five competitions were held. In the end, a temple will be left and will have the opportunity to bid for the temple first. However, temples that are less than ten should not be discouraged. You also have the opportunity to participate in the auction, the rules have been clearly explained to you when you signed up, and the first competition will begin below."

"Even if you come to the holy place of Buddhism to build a temple, the first priority is to worship the Buddha, and there is no temple without Buddha, so the first competition is the Buddhist scriptures. After the first competition, only fifty temples will be able to enter the second competition, that is, It is said that the rest of the monasteries will be eliminated in the first round, so this first round is very important, don't take it lightly."

"The rule of the competition is to write Buddhist scriptures silently. Please send a disciple who is most proficient in Buddhist scriptures from each monastery!"

After hearing what the old monk said, Tang Seng already had a plan in mind, and this match must be all right.

But Huixin joined Tang Seng and asked worriedly: "Abbot Xuanzang, is it you or the old monk?"

After Xuanzang joined Puji Temple, the ridiculous thing is that after joining this Buddhist sect, the two of them never talked about Buddhist scriptures together.

Although I heard Abbot Huide said that this Fakong is more proficient in Buddhist scriptures, but similarly, Huixin is also more proficient. There is no comparison of who is more proficient.

Now hearing that Abbot Huixin still wanted to go up and make gestures, Tang Seng rejected it at the time: "This time the poor monk will go, if the poor monk can't do it, Abbot Huixin will go again."

Huixin thought to herself, that's a good point, if you can't do it, you will be eliminated directly, and there is no chance of going up again.

He was still a little worried and said to Tang Seng: "I can memorize [-] Buddhist scriptures, abbot Xuanzang, how about you?"

Hehe, do you have to beat the poor monk to hit you?

Tang Seng smiled secretly, although he didn't want to hit this kind old man, but he couldn't let Huixin go up, so he said directly: "The poor monk can memorize [-] books!"

"Fake, fake, you travel around the world, how can you have time to recite..."

When Huixin wanted to make a specific comparison, Tang Seng had already walked up.

In the valley, more than a hundred Dabei Temple monks in cassocks stood lined up, and each monk received a representative of a monastery.

First, check the sign issued by the Great Compassion Temple.

Then let the representative stand still and wait.

Soon, there was a monk from a different monastery standing in front of the three monks in 110.

The monks didn't say much, and each of them started to move one after another. Tables and cases appeared in the valley, followed by pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and all the four treasures of the study.

After all the preparations were completed, the old monk who spoke before continued: "The representatives of each monastery will choose three wax pills from the same question bank, and after pinching the wax pills, you can see the exam questions. For the name of the scriptures, you only need to silently write the first [-] characters of each scripture, and the top [-] who write quickly and accurately will win."

As soon as the old monk finished speaking, the more than a hundred monks in the valley moved their gestures again, and a wooden box appeared in front of each of them. The top of the wooden box was closed, and there was only a hole the size of a fist, through which one could put one's hand into the wooden box.

"The test questions in the wooden box in front of each of you are exactly the same. Which three you can get depends on your luck! Now start drawing questions and put them on the table!"

The old monk continued.

Tang Seng raised his hand indifferently, without even reaching in, and directly called out three wax pills, which landed directly on the table without taking them in his hands.

However, some monks were not so neat. They reached into the wooden box, hesitated for a while, and then took out three wax pills one by one.

It seems a little not confident enough.

This process didn't take much time at all. After a while, there were three more wax pills in front of each monk participating in the competition, lying quietly on the table.

Immediately, more than a hundred monks gestured, and barriers appeared one by one, covering each contestant and the table. The moment the barrier appeared, the exam officially began.

This kind of enchantment is a sound-proof enchantment, so as to prevent someone from cheating by sending spiritual thoughts to the candidates.

This kind of arrangement really means that there is no possibility of cheating.

Still need to cheat?
Tang Seng directly crushed a wax pellet, glanced at the test questions, dipped the pen into the ink and began to write.

Outside the arena, the monks of Puji Temple were watching this scene nervously. The barrier was transparent, and through their spiritual thoughts, they could see the test questions Tang Seng put on the table, and what Tang Seng was answering.

Just can't communicate with Tang Seng.

"Abbot, is the abbot Xuanzang writing right?" Xuan Yi asked nervously.

"It should be right!" Hui Xin said with some uncertainty.

Xuan Yi asked in confusion: "Huisin anyway, one is one, two is two, right is right, wrong is wrong, why should it be right?"

"Xuanyi..."

Abbot Huixin gritted his teeth and said, "Do you really want to embarrass this old monk? This old monk has never even read the "Ju She Lun Sutra". It should be right!"

"Okay, it's right, but, abbot, the disciple thinks that he has found the proof that Abbot Xuanzang must be right." Xuan Yi looked around, and then said.

"What evidence? Could it be that you will memorize this "Ju She Lun Sutra"?" Hui Xin asked curiously.

Xuan Yi immediately said: "How can the disciple be stronger than the abbot? The disciple saw that monk just now..."

While talking, he pointed at a certain monk and continued to count: "He squeezed out the first wax pill, his face changed after seeing it, and then squeezed out the second wax pill, and then he thought about it and started writing. If Abbot Xuanzang can't write, so he must put it aside first, and then pinch a wax pill."

"Yes, Xuan Yi, what you said is very reasonable, it should be right." Hui Xin immediately nodded in agreement, and the expression on her face was not so nervous anymore.

Time passed bit by bit, and not long after, Tang Seng, who was in the enchantment, suddenly blew on the paper with handwriting on the table, blew on the ink, and moved aside.

Then, he pinched the second wax pill.

After glancing at the exam questions, he picked up his pen and began to write.

""Vision Consciousness Lun Jing", this scripture disciple has never seen before!" Xuan Yi shook his head in shame after seeing the test questions.

"So, when you have time, you should read more scriptures." Hui Xin took a look at Xuan Yi and taught.

"Has the Abbot read this movie?" Xuan Yiyi asked Abbot Huixin again, without realizing it at all.

"Of course..." Huixin replied.

"Anyway, there is no such scripture in Puji Temple, how did you see it?" Xuan Yi asked bluntly.

"Of course I haven't read it! You Xuan Yi, you are too impatient and need to be tempered, why don't you let me finish the sentence?" Hui Xin blushed, and began to teach Xuan Yi again.

(End of this chapter)