"Oh, you have too many people, right?"
Lu Xi looked at the Western monks lined up in two rows on the left and right and knew that they were the result of magic. These big men were not satisfied with the beating they had just given them and were rubbing their hands together, shouting and cursing, and wanted to go up, but were scolded by Lu Pan.
"What are you talking about? Liang Sheng hasn't said anything yet."
In the peripheral vision of the seven brothers who were glaring fiercely, Lu Liangsheng, who was standing at the back, was standing there with his hands behind his back, holding the scroll.
Know… Know…
Cicadas continued to chirp in the distance, and a breeze blew past the scholar. A few strands of black hair hung by his ears and swayed gently. Lu Liangsheng looked at the group of monk soldiers transformed from Buddhist beads and frowned slightly.
Throwing beans to create soldiers... Isn't this a Taoist magic
This Tuyuhun national master might not have changed his career...
After thinking about it, he shook his head and asked Lu Pan and others who were still in front to retreat outside. He looked at the Tuyuhun National Master with his messy monk robe, tapping his fingers on the scroll one by one.
'Finally... there's one thing I can't do.'
There are so many skills to learn that Lu Liangsheng sometimes forgets which ones he knows. Master's magical powers are still the best. He can learn whatever he eats. Uh... forget it. Thinking of what his master did in the past, he quickly put this idea behind him.
After hesitating for a moment, Lu Liangsheng reached into his sleeve pocket and when he touched a messy ball of fur, a smile appeared on his face.
Got it!
He casually grabbed a few tufts of light yellow hair and held them in his palm, but the hair lasted too short a time and was not enough to intimidate the other party. The only way to do it was as mentioned in "Ce Dui" - to conquer the enemy without fighting, which meant to show enough deterrence to make the other party retreat and compromise.
'Time is short, so I will win by quantity.'
"Master Lu, it's your turn."
While he was thinking about it, the voice of Fo Lianzun sounded from behind the monks. Lu Liangsheng nodded, grabbed the ball of messy hair, spread it in his palm and blew it, and it flew away into the sky.
Looking at the fluttering hair, Yang Guang and a group of civil and military officials on the imperial steps were stunned.
"Master, where did you get so much hair?"
"Mao can also turn into a human?"
“… I just want to know where it came from.”
Amid the sound of continuous low voices, the falling monkey hair fell to the ground. The moment it touched the floor, clouds of smoke rose up, covering most of the square. When the wind blew, the smoke dissipated, and a series of short figures less than four feet tall were seen playing with copper rods taller than their bodies.
"Monkey... Monkey?"
Fo Lianzun opened and closed his mouth slightly, and all he saw were monkeys squeaking and huddling together, groping at each other and catching lice; some were spinning sticks, leaving afterimages; some were throwing sticks into the air and dropping them to the ground, with a monkey jumping on them, holding its body firmly with its hands and feet, and looking out.
Squeak~~
There were also monkeys screaming behind him. Fu Lianzun turned around and saw countless monkeys running around with sticks in their hands, climbing onto the flags of the four countries and jumping back and forth.
These scenes were quite embarrassing in Lu Liangsheng's eyes. After all, they were not created by his magic and were not subject to any constraints. He just didn't expect such a scene.
"Just consider it a defeat."
The scholar thought about it, raised his sleeves calmly, and bowed to the Tuyuhun State Master over there, but Fu Lianzun bowed to him first with his seal raised.
"Master Lu, I lost."
As soon as the old monk finished speaking, the time for the monkey hair to last was up. Bang, bang, bang... countless smoke burst out and turned into hair again, lying quietly on the ground.
Fo Lianzun glanced quietly at the hairs on the ground and felt relieved.
"To be able to capture so many monkeys so easily, you must have a high level of cultivation."
He sighed, stood up and walked two steps forward, bowed again, and then turned to the Baiyan Imperial Steps and bowed to the emperor above. "Amitabha, I want to inform the emperor that the Tuyuhun State Master Fo Lianzun admits defeat. Your country's State Master has profound magical powers and a broad mind. He does not add insult to injury. This old monk is convinced."
Yang Guang sat back on the dragon throne, thinking back to the bad intentions of the three kingdoms' national masters who had come to the hall to compete in magic. He vented his anger severely, and looking at the foreign monks bowing below, his smile became even wider.
"Master is right. The mystical arts of our imperial master are exquisite, and everyone in Chang'an knows about it. However, the imperial master does not like to publicize it, so he has never thought of spreading his fame to the countries in the Western Regions."
"I see. I am grateful for your advice."
Fulianzun stood up, walked back to the Tuyuhun prince in silence, apologized, and sat cross-legged on the ground in meditation. At this time, only the last Turkic national teacher Anashi was left. After watching the previous three games, he became more and more frightened. He knew that he would probably not win if he went up.
Even if he was lucky enough to win a game and pass it to the outside, the opponent was outnumbered by three, with four methods defeating three, and the prestige of the Sui Dynasty would not be damaged at all.
"Turkic High Priest, do you still want to compete?"
Lu Liangsheng somehow won the bean-casting soldier trick of Fo Lianzun, but he didn't have time to think about the details. He knew there was one last person over there. After he finished speaking, Anashi glanced at Ibtihaji's corpse on the ground and Fo Lianzun who was sitting in meditation, took a deep breath, and walked forward.
"Master Lu's cultivation level is beyond Anashi's reach. I admit defeat!"
He lowered his head, then raised it again and added, "… Anashi's defeat does not mean that the White Wolf God has admitted defeat. Your disciple Yuwen Tuo killed my senior brother on the grassland. After Anashi improves his cultivation, he will ask the national master for advice in an upright manner."
Yuwen Tuo, who was standing behind the stone pillar fence, sneered. His voice was calm, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears.
"I am here, Grand Master. If you want revenge, you can come to me anytime. But I will kill you, not bury you. Before you come, dig a hole for yourself."
White Wolf Cult
In the square, Lu Liangsheng became puzzled by these four words. He raised his hand and pressed the fence on the other side of the imperial steps, asking Yuwen Tuo to stop talking. Then he waved to the unicorn beast that stood up on its hind legs and stretched its neck to hook the leaves. The old donkey roared twice, ran over excitedly with the bookshelf in its mouth, put the bookshelf on the ground, swung its tail, and rubbed around its owner.
“Master Lu… what are you doing…” Anashi looked warily at the scholar opposite him as he flipped a book from the bookshelf. Lu Liangsheng unfolded the book, looked at the painting on it and chuckled.
"You mentioned the White Wolf Cult. My master actually knows a wolf demon."
He pointed his fingertips at the painting, drawing the front. A wisp of green smoke floated out of the book and descended to the ground, transforming into a man in a cloak, with a white wolf fur wrap around his neck, a majestic face and a thick beard. As his figure appeared, his hands were still tied around his waist. Seeing so many people around, he didn't care and turned around to look at Lu Liangsheng who had let him out.
"You are such a fool, junior! I am in high spirits and you didn't even say hello."
There was a 'dong' sound behind them, and Gongsun Liao and Lu Liangsheng turned their heads to look over there.
Anas had already knelt on the ground, staring at the man opposite in amazement. The next moment, he raised his hands above his head and crawled on the ground.
"White Wolf God, the Turkic priest Anashi pays homage."