Chapter 403 Tit for Tat

After walking for about half an hour with the people from Tianjiumen, they finally came to an empty valley. The surrounding mountains are covered with lush trees, and there are vines climbing on some cliffs.

When Huo Linsheng came to the valley with dozens of key disciples from Tianjiumen, another group of people could be seen from a distance waiting on a higher flat ground in the valley.

There are also quite a few people on the other side, about thirty or forty people.

Most of the thirty or forty people were dressed casually, and they didn't pay too much attention, but each of them had a badge with the word 'Xuan' pinned to their chest.

People from Tianjiumen also wear badges on their chests, but the Tianjiumen's badges have the word 'Heaven' on them.

Among the people on the other side, there is also an exception. The man was a bald monk with cassocks on his body, a string of huge prayer beads around his neck, and a string of prayer beads in his hand.

Judging from his appearance, he should be no less than seventy or eighty years old, but probably because of his profound cultivation, his energy and spirit are still extraordinarily tough, without showing any signs of aging.

In all likelihood, this person should be the Forgetful Sorcerer invited by Xuanzhenmen.

As soon as they met, a man in his early fifties who stood at the forefront took two steps forward and said in a smug and provocative tone: "Tsk tsk, you Tianjiumen are so arrogant! You just arrived now, It seems that they didn't take our Xuanzhen sect seriously..."

Huo Linsheng stood at the front, looked at the other party, and said lightly: "You are half right. Tianjiumen has always been peaceful in dealing with people, so there is no so-called airs. However, it is a shame that you Xuanzhenmen don't take it seriously. real."

"you……"

The man on the other side was suffocated by Huo Linsheng's words, and a look of anger appeared on his face, "Huo Linsheng, don't be too arrogant!"

"Arrogance? Do you have it? Wu Shengbao, tell me, why am I being arrogant? Isn't it true that your Xuanzhen Sect lost to our Tianjiu Sect five times in a row?"

Huo Linsheng glanced at each other. Said lightly.

Wu Shengbao, the master of Xuanzhen Sect, was choked up by Huo Linsheng's words. However, perseveringly, what the other party said was the truth, and he couldn't refute anything at all.

In the past twenty years or so, Xuanzhenmen has indeed lost to Tianjiumen five times in a row.

Because of this, I feel that I must not lose to Tianjiumen in this Fa Conference. That's why Xuanzhenmen is paying a huge price. Master Wangxin from 'Chantian Temple' was invited to help out.

The intention is to win this Fa Conference competition.

Wu Shengbao knew in his heart that if he continued to quarrel with Huo Linsheng like this, he would definitely lose. Who would let him have "dry goods", this pair would naturally have more confidence than him, and a few words could choke him Nothing to say.

Therefore, Wu Shengma immediately suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a cold voice: "Huo Linsheng, don't be complacent. The past was the past, and now is the present. Today, you Tianjiumen don't want to win this Fa Conference again, hum !"

Those Xuanzhen sects standing behind Wu Shengbao also clamored, "That's right, you Tianjiu sect will lose this time!"

"The so-called feng shui turns, this time the ceremony will definitely be won by our Xuanzhen sect."

"You Tianjiumen had better admit defeat obediently, otherwise. Our Xuanzhenmen will definitely beat you to pieces, haha..."

The people of Xuanzhenmen were choked by Huo Linsheng's words just now. In addition to losing to Tianjiumen for many years, the entire Xuanzhenmen was holding their breath.

This time Xuanzhen Sect has invited Master Wangxin, so it can be said that they are sure to win, so it is natural to shout and provoke Tianjiu Sect to vent the depression and bad breath accumulated over the years.

Faced with Xuanzhenmen's clamor and provocation, the people of Tianjiumen naturally fought back not to be outdone, and shouted one after another.

"Just because you also want to win our Tianjiumen? Go ahead and dream about your Spring and Autumn Days!"

"It seems that you have forgotten the last time so quickly, and the last time, and the last time... how did you lose to our Tianjiumen? If you want to win against us, I'll bah! In the next life Bar!"

The disciples on both sides chattered in confusion.

It can be seen that there is indeed a deep grudge between Tianjiumen and Xuanzhenmen today. For outsiders who don't know, it's hard to imagine that the Nine Gates and Xuanzhen Gate were still one body eight or ninety years ago.

After a flurry of chatter, Wu Shengbao, the head of the Xuanzhen Sect, first raised his hand to signal his people to stop, and stared at them coldly.

Seeing this, Huo Linsheng also asked the people from Tianjiumen to stop talking to each other.

"Huo Linsheng, don't talk nonsense, let's open an altar to worship the ancestors, and then win or lose!" Wu Shengbao said coldly, his words were full of confidence and confidence.

Huo Linsheng also looked at Wu Shengbao coldly, and said coldly, "I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

"Humph!"

Huo Linsheng snorted coldly, waved his hands behind him immediately, and said, "Bring the things over here, and set up an altar to worship the ancestors!"

"yes!"

Hearing Huo Linsheng's words, several young disciples behind him immediately stepped forward with several big bags on their backs.

On the other side, Wu Shengbao also snorted coldly, and immediately waved his hands to let the disciples of Xuanzhenmen carry a few big sacks up.

The sacks on both sides contained things that were used to arrange altars and sacrifices.

It can be seen that although the Jiumen and Xuanzhenmen have split into two factions today, and they seem to be in the same position, they still recognize the common ancestor.

Yin Xiu and Yin Tianqi watched quietly among the many disciples of Tianjiumen.

Yin Xiu's eyes carefully sized up the very eye-catching bald monk "Master Wangxin" in the middle of the other party, then withdrew his gaze, and then turned his attention to the respective arrangements of Tianjiumen and Xuanzhenmen. On the altar...

The two sides each arranged a Dharma altar in the southeast direction, and there are some particularities in terms of the orientation and specific location. In addition, the materials used in the altar also have some tricks in it, and they are not in the form of casually fooling people.

While the disciples on both sides were arranging the altar, the rest of the people looked at each other coldly. The air seemed to be filled with a heavy and oppressive atmosphere, as if even the air was about to be frozen.

The bald monk on the opposite side began to set up the altar on both sides, and he sat cross-legged on one side, closed his eyes slightly, plucked a rosary in his hand, and muttered Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

Look at that. It is indeed very demeanor of an eminent monk.

About ten minutes later, the altars of both sides were arranged one after another. On the altar, in addition to some sacrificial offerings, there is also a simple incense burner, with white candles on both sides.

The altar is complete. Huo Linsheng and Wu Shengbao snorted coldly at each other. They strode forward one after another, went to their respective altars, picked up paper money and incense, and began to worship their ancestors.

While burning incense and offering sacrifices to their ancestors, both of them were muttering something in their mouths.

At this time, the other disciples of Tianjiumen and Xuanzhenmen also withdrew their cold gazes at each other, turned to look at the altar, and their expressions became solemn and solemn.

Offering sacrifices to ancestors is still a very solemn matter for sects like Tianjiumen and Xuanzhenmen. No profanity.

The sacrificial process is very fast. It's done in a few moments.

After Huo Linsheng and Wu Shengbao each inserted incense into the incense burners on the altar, they turned around and stood facing each other.

"Huo Linsheng, let's start. This time, I will let you Tianjiumen lose a complete defeat!" Wu Shengbao stared at Huo Linsheng and said with a sneer.

Naturally, Huo Linsheng would not show weakness, and counterattacked: "Just rely on your Xuanzhenmen? Don't be afraid that the wind will flash your tongue!"

"Huh, Huo Linsheng, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. The old rules. Let's start drawing lots!" Wu Shengbao said coldly.

When Huo Linsheng heard the words, he immediately waved at his people. Said: "Bring up the bamboo stick!"

Hearing this, an elder from Tianjiu Gate personally brought up a long and thin cardboard tube. A piece of bamboo stick about the length of a thumb protruded from each end of the cardboard tube, and the exposed parts at both ends were almost the same length.

The cardboard tube wraps the bamboo sticks tightly without leaving any gaps.

After the elder of Tianjiumen took the cardboard tube, Huo Linsheng said to Wu Shengbao who was opposite him: "Please!"

"it is good!"

Wu Shengbao strode forward immediately, walked up to the elder of the Tianjiumen, then stared at the paper tube carefully, and then stared closely at the eyes and expression of the elder of the Tianjiumen.

It seemed that he wanted to see something from his eyes.

After a while, Wu Shengbao suddenly grabbed the piece of bamboo stick exposed on the left side, pulled it hard, and pulled the bamboo stick out of the wrapped cardboard tube.

After glancing at the bamboo stick in his hand, he immediately said to the Tianjiumen elder: "Take out the remaining piece of bamboo stick and have a look!"

The elder of Tianjiumen sighed slightly in his heart, and pulled out the remaining piece of bamboo stick on the right side.

When Wu Shengbao saw the length of the bamboo stick drawn out by the elder of Tianjiumen, he burst into a 'haha' laugh.

Immediately turned to look at Huo Linsheng, and said with a proud smile: "Huo Linsheng, it seems that even God will not help you Tianjiumen this time. Even the bamboo sticks made by you Tianjiumen let me draw the top lottery. How can your Tianjiu Sect compete with our Xuanzhen Sect this time?"

Huo Linsheng looked at the bamboo sticks in the hands of Wu Shengbao and the elder of Tianjiumen, and couldn't help frowning slightly, and he couldn't help sighing secretly.

It was already a very difficult situation, but now the other party draws the lottery, it may be even more difficult!

However, Huo Linsheng did not show timidity on the face, and said coldly: "Wu Shengbao, even if you get the lottery, so what? Your Xuanzhenmen won the lottery, but lost to our Tianjiumen not once or twice , what is there to be proud of!"

"Hey, I have my pride, Huo Linsheng, now, let's see the truth!" Wu Shengbao still sneered proudly. (to be continued ~^~)

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