Zhang Yang glanced at everyone and saw everyone looking at him expectantly.

"To be honest, I don't know who will win. Their strengths are not much different. Although Huaikong will be a little higher in terms of cultivation, Duguxin's combat experience is relatively richer, so the winner is between 55 and 5."

"Don't think about these things now. It's better to look at their competition, and it will start soon."

Sure enough, both of them on the stage had signs of movement.

Duguxin slowly pulled out his "breaking sword". Huaikong also prepared to attack the long stick in his hand.

Duguxin's sword looked very broken, but the moment the sword was pulled out of the scabbard, a cold light flashed, and everyone in the audience was in front of them.

Duguxin moved first, raised his sword and stabbed straight, without any gorgeous moves, just a simple straight stab, but with a simple move, it seemed to have strong pressure. Except for the old guys on the stage, everyone else who were present felt a strong cold air coming. Even in such a sunny day, many people with low strength shuddered unconsciously. And they couldn't help but think:

"What would I do if I had something that stabbed me?"

Although the sword was very direct, fierce, and abrupt, Huaikong was still calm and barely blocked the sword that was stabbed towards Duguxin by raising the long stick in his hand, and then took advantage of the momentum to sweep the tail of the stick towards Duguxin. Duguxin flipped in the air and avoided the sweeping stick. Huaikong did not give him a chance and continued to chase after him. The two of them went back and forth for nearly fifty rounds, but they did not decide the outcome, and the two of them became more and more excited. They retreated with one blow, but they just hit the ground and fought each other.

After about fifty rounds of fierce fighting, both of them were a little tired, so they fell to the ground and took a deep breath. Duguxin shouted:

"Look at me, Dugu Nine Swords."

Then he attacked Huaikong. Huaikong barely caught three moves and became more and more difficult. Finally, in the fourth move, he failed to resist being pointed at Duguxin with a sword at the throat.

"You lost!"

"Thank you, the donor, for showing mercy."

"I feel very happy to fight with you today." He jumped off the stage.

"Dugu Xinsheng will win, and the last game tomorrow will be the one that will be the one that will be against Dugu Xin."

Then the people gradually dispersed.

The competition ended, and the people in the stands gradually dispersed. Zhang Yang and his friends walked at the end of the crowd. Some of the people in front were talking about today's competition, while some were heading towards the bottom of the mountain.

"You guys go back first, I want to walk around alone."

None of the other people said anything, but just walked away quietly. Everyone knows that Zhang Yang never said he wanted to walk alone, that he had something to think about, and he couldn't disturb him at this time.

The scorching sun in the sky is still like fire, and occasionally a little wind is also a suffocating heat. Zhang Yang walked quietly alone, without direction or goal. Unconsciously, there were more and more pedestrians on the road, but Zhang Yang didn't notice it at this time. At this moment, his mind was blank and there was nothing like it. He seemed to be walking on the road as confused as a walking zombie without any thoughts.

"bump!"

Suddenly he felt his body be touched, and he woke up from that confused state.

"Did you not have eyes? Didn't you see anyone? Do you think you are a man in the martial arts world? Humph!"

Then he walked towards the hall.

Zhang Yang was not angry either, but just smiled slightly, as if what had happened just now had not happened at all. And the others around him were sighing slightly when they saw him doing this.

Ignoring the opinions of the people around me, I just raised my head slightly and realized that I had arrived at the Main Hall.

At this time, there were many people in the hall, and there were still people coming in and out. Zhang Yang also raised his feet and walked towards the hall, quietly took three incense sticks, and bowed to the Buddha statue.

Zhang Yang did not believe in Buddhism. He just stood under the Buddha statue and looked at the Buddha statue. He felt that he seemed very small, as if an invisible aura was constantly emanating from the Buddha statue, giving him a feeling of surrender. After retracting his gaze, he turned around and walked into the side hall next to him. After entering the side hall, he found that there were waves of Zen sounds coming from the front. He walked inside in the direction of the Zen sound, and soon he came to the source of Zen sounds. A simple plaque was hung above the door lintel, with only two simple words on the plaque - Zen room. It was just that the word "Zen" gave him some indescribable taste and shook his head. He was no longer confused and walked into the Zen room. The Zen room was very large, with hundreds of cushions neatly arranged, but most of the cushions were sitting on it. These people were all wearing monk robes and overshadowed their heads, and everyone was there singing the Buddha sounds seriously.

Zhang Yang walked in gently, found a futon in the back and sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and sat there quietly listening.

Although he couldn't understand what it was, listening to the Buddha's voice gave him a very relaxed and comfortable feeling. As he listened, he began to sing with the chantings of others. I don't know how long it took, but he sang quietly like this.

Suddenly he felt that the sound around him seemed to have disappeared. He stopped singing and opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw a monk standing in front of him.

The monk saw him open his eyes and fold his hands together and said, "Donor, the Zen Room is about to be closed."

He stood up, "Sorry, Master, I was fascinated just now."

"Haha! It's okay, I think the donor seems to be very good at Buddha."

He smiled bitterly, "Master Ran laughed, I just walked here accidentally and was attracted."

"It seems that the donor's Buddha nature is very high."

"Master, I don't know what scripture it was just chanted."

"Just just now, that was the "Bodhisattva Heart Sutra", also known as the "Heart Sutra".

"I wonder if the master can give me one!"

"Okay, donor, please follow me."

Then the monk took Zhang Yang to a room, and the monk handed him a scripture.

"This is the "Domestic Heart Sutra". The first is Sanskrit and the later is the sorted Chinese. If the donor has any questions, he can come to see me in the future."

"Thank you, Master, I haven't asked for the Master's Dharma Number yet."

The road was very quiet, without any figure, Zhang Yang quickly returned to his room. He did not go to find anyone else, but sat quietly under the lamp and opened the book "Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita". The Chinese part is written in correct small regular script, and the characters are written very smoothly and squarely. It can be seen that the copywriter's mood is very peaceful and relaxed.
Chapter completed!