Chapter 547

Tianyin City, central square!

Most of the strong writers and Taoists from all over the world gather here. Here, the eight theories collide here, and the four cultures and Taoists communicate here. All the time, there are exchanges and collisions between literature and Taoism. Although they gather temporarily, they are just like the holy land of literature and Taoism. Every monk is unwilling to leave for a moment and needs to absorb more culture.

Mo Yike was surrounded by thousands of cultural practitioners. Gu Hai and his party came near and could not even squeeze in.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! We are representatives of Dahan. Get out of the way A group of officials are leading the way.

"On behalf of Dahan?" Wen Xiu, who was crowded in front of him, was slightly stunned and immediately got out of the way.

Because all the scholars gathered here understand that the collision of literature and Taoism here is a small Dynasty, the Great Han Dynasty, which is "challenging" the great Huang Dynasty.

However, they persisted for a long time, but they still did not decide the outcome. After watching Wenbi, Wenxiu gradually gave up his contempt for the Great Han Dynasty. At least a game of chess in front of him made many people sigh.

The Great Han Dynasty? Another representative?

As the crowd got out of the way, Gu Hai and his party finally stepped into it.

As soon as he entered the interior, Gu Haydn saw the interior scene clearly.

But at the very center of the sky, there is a scroll floating at the moment. On the scroll is written the "Bodhi". The twenty words of Bodhi are in golden light. The mighty air around is like a storm, forming a tornado. It rushes up into the sky, and the sea of noble and healthy air is under the suppression of Bingji, who is shrouded by the golden light.

Bingji's mouth is still covered with solidified blood. She sits with her knees crossed and holds a picture of words in her hand. Although it's wrinkled, she can see the words of "going to drink". Bingji seems to be in a coma. She sits with her knees crossed and still holds "going to drink".

"This is Bingji? Trapped in the book world and unable to come out? " The brow is slightly wrinkled.

"Oh, too much deception!" A fierce light flashed in Gu Hai's eyes.

Even though Bingji used to drink a bowl of medicine soup for herself, Bingji is her own woman after all. Seeing her woman suppressed in the book, Guhai's heart sank to the bottom.

Bingji is suppressed under Bodhi. Not far away, there is a chessboard. Mo Yike is playing chess with an old man with white hair and white clothes.

There are a large number of chess practitioners around, learning from their chessboard, setting up the chess score, and starting to deduce.

However, there are several chessboards covered with blood.

"Poof!"

A chess monk suddenly spat blood on a deduction board.

"South Island chess king, how are you? You vomited blood, too? " A group of chess players picked up the man who vomited blood.

"How can it be? What kind of chess power? I just intercepted one of the chess areas, just...! " South Island chess king startled way.

"Don't look. Be careful. This chess game is weird. Don't look!" The South Island chess king cried to the others when he stopped.

"As soon as the artistic conception of chess goes into it, it's like seeing a whirlpool. I can't extricate myself from it. I seem to see thousands of troops killing me!"

"Me too. It's hard for me, but this game is so wonderful and powerful. I can't bear to move my eyes!"

"Poof!"

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Most of the players who are deeply involved in chess are flushed and engulfed in the deep chess game. They can't extricate themselves from it as soon as they enter it, but they are far beyond their own chess ability, exhausted and bleeding.

Mo Yike and the old man with white hair were very careful. You come and I go.

Not far behind the old man with white hair, there was a chair with a very handsome white robed monk. The monk was drinking tea and a group of subordinates were standing beside him.

"Emperor, the old man with white hair who plays chess with Mr. Mo is wuyuanzi. The one who drinks tea is the monk of the early Yuan Dynasty. The others are the servants of the Dahuang Heavenly Kingdom. There were a group of other people in the rhubarb Dynasty, but they all left now! " An official explained to Guhai.

"Monk of the early Yuan Dynasty? Oh Gu Hai showed a sneer.

Behind Mo Yike stood a group of other officials of the Great Han Dynasty.

At the moment, Gu Hai and his party crowded into the crowd and came to the front, which immediately attracted their attention.

"The emperor!" All the officials were delighted.

"Meet the emperor!" A group of Dahan officials bowed down excitedly.

The official of Dahan bowed down, which immediately surprised Wenxiu all around.

"The emperor of the Great Han Dynasty?"

"Is he emperor Dahan?"

"Mr. Mo is so powerful that he is willing to stay in the imperial court? Is it to submit to him? "

"I can't see anything special!"

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Most of them didn't know Guhai. However, some of them knew Guhai, especially those who came from metropolis. When they saw the arrival of Guhai, they were very happy.

"Mr. Gu, it's Mr. Gu! Ha ha ha, the monk at the beginning of Yuan Dynasty is miserable! "

"What happened to master yuanchu? Does the emperor know how to write? "

"Of course, Mr. Gu made the previous book" going to the wine "in a moment. When I was going to the wine, I was shocked by the wind and rain, and the poem became a weeping ghost. You didn't see it!"

"Besides, Mr. Gu's chess way is also very powerful. It seems that Mr. Mo's chess way is not as good as Mr. Gu!"

"No way. How can he be better than Mr. Mo?"

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As the people who knew Gu Hai began to speak, there was a commotion around him. After all, it is rare in the world to reach the level of Mo Yike. But do you think Mr. Gu is more powerful than him? Is it possible?

What's more, it's going to be wine. Is it really made by him?

There was a commotion among the monks.

Immediately aroused the curiosity of the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, he put down his tea cup and looked at the ancient sea in doubt.

Mr. Mo also had a meal in his hand and turned to look at it.

"Mr. Mo, since you are playing chess, you should concentrate on it The opposite boundless son kindly reminds a way.

"Emperor, you are here at last!" Mo Yike's face immediately showed great joy.

Boundless son see ink also guest expression, slightly a Zheng, doubt of hope.

Gu Hai nodded and came forward with a gloomy face: "Mr. Mo, you are working hard!"

"I didn't do anything, just Bingji, but I can't help it!" Mo Yike said with a bitter smile.

"Oh? Emperor Dahan? You are what Bingji said. If you come, you will defeat my Guhai Not far away, monk Yuan Chu sneered.

Wu Ya Zi looked at Gu Hai curiously and didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Mo Yike and said, "Mr. Mo, it's time for you to settle down!"

Mo Yike shook his head: "just a moment, Mr. boundless son!"

With that, Mo Yike follows Gu Hai.

The ancient sea is step by step to Bingji. Looking at the bloodstain on Bingji's mouth. Gu Hai's face is gloomy.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the monk also stood up and walked step by step to Bingji ancient sea.

Sifang Wenxiu looks at Guhai in surprise. You know, although some people admire Guhai, how can people believe that he is powerful if they don't see the means of Guhai?

"Wuliangshoufo, Bingji is now a minister in your Dahan?" The monk asked coldly at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty.

Looking at the ancient sea, there was a sense of pride in his eyes.

Gu Hai didn't pay attention to the monk at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, but carefully went to get Bingji's volume "will enter the wine".

"Be careful, it's covered by the artistic conception of Bodhi!" A kind Wen Xiu suddenly cried.

Sure enough, a part of the twenty golden characters in Bodhi suddenly blooms, and the golden light goes straight to the ancient sea. As long as the strong calligrapher is shrouded in it, he will fall into the artistic conception of Bodhi, just like Bingji.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the monk showed a sneer, as if he wanted to see Gu Hai make a fool of himself.

In addition to the central square, Qingdi with a group of people, also looked coldly at the center of the central square, accurately speaking, his eyes have been staring at the ancient sea. Seeing Guhai step into the middle of Bodhi, his eyes are also narrowed.

"Hum!"

But I can see that Gu Hai is stepping forward in the book of Bodhi without any interference.

"Eh? How could it be? " At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the monk was shocked.

My Bodhi is very aggressive. No matter how strong a calligrapher is, he can't walk through it so easily. As long as he has the artistic conception of the calligrapher, he will be affected. But how can he feel like the ancient sea?

"Oh?" The Qing emperor in the distance also squinted.

"Emperor, does the ancient sea have any artistic conception of calligraphy? Why not be influenced by Bodhi Seven kill surprised way.

"How can there be no artistic conception of calligraphy? Haven't you heard that "going to wine" was all written by Gu Hai? " A person nearby doesn't understand a way.

"Yes Seven kill show a blank.

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In the courtyard where the future Buddha is located, a group of monks have long regarded the ancient sea as an enemy, and they are also paying attention to the ancient sea. Far away, when they see the central scene, the monks are also shocked.

"Buddha, how can there be nothing wrong with the ancient sea?" A monk asked blankly in the hall.

There was a moment's silence in the hall, and the voice of the future Buddha came: "strange!"

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In the central square, countless scholars are also wide eyed. After a while of discussion, how could the ancient sea have no influence at all?

Gu Hai naturally won't tell others that he doesn't have any artistic conception of calligraphy, so he won't be affected. But some distressed looking at the brow locked Bingji. Gently help her wipe the corner of her mouth dry blood.

Even if she indulges in the book of Bodhi, Bingji is still holding on to the book "will enter the wine".

Guhai slowly grabs "will enter wine", as if to pull it out.

"No, this is the emperor's" going to drink ". You don't deserve it, you don't deserve it!" In a daze, Bingji seems to be resisting, and no one is allowed to snatch the wine“ Bingji, it's me. Give me the wine Gu Hai said softly“ Emperor, emperor, are you here? The Emperor help me, the Emperor help me Bingji cried in the hazy, and her whole body was shaking. The hand is loose, and "going to the wine" is drawn out by Guhai. Bingji still didn't wake up, but trembled: "what a heavy snow, emperor, I'm cold, emperor, I'm cold!" Bingji shivers in her coma, and she feels distressed when she sees Guhai. Bingji is the body of the water tripod, so she feels cold. How cold should it be in the context of Bodhi. Gu Hai looked up at the "Bodhi" floating in the sky, and his face was extremely gloomy“ Bingji, I'm here. You're trapped in the book of Bodhi and can't get out of trouble. I'll teach you to come out. It's just a piece of Bodhi, but it's not too bad! " Gu Hai said softly“ Take pen, ink, paper and inkstone The ancient sea sank“ Yes A group of officials immediately took pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Gu Hai grabs the brush and puts it in Bingji's hand“ Bingji, listen to me and smash Bodhi with the artistic conception of calligraphy The ancient sea is cold“ I listen to the emperor, I listen to the emperor, the emperor, I'm so cold Bingji a cold shiver in the vague cry, voice sad, seems to cry“ Break My Bodhi? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha? Her present state, even if there is a Chu Wen to write for her, is only as powerful as her heyday. Guhai, you are really beyond your capacity! " The monk sneered at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty“ Ink is also a guest, read "Bodhi"! " The ancient sea sank“ There is a bodhi tree in the heart Mo is also a guest“ Write, Bodhi has no tree Gu Hai's soft voice to Bingji road in confusion“ There is no tree in Bodhi Bingji wrote word by word. The handwriting is so crooked that it doesn't form a shape at all. There is only a little bit of integration into Bingji's artistic conception of calligraphy. However, just after writing these five crooked words, the golden light of millions of Buddhas bloomed in an instant, and a wave of righteous spirit rushed to all directions of the square. Boom!