Senior Brother Bodhi and Lin Yi asked questions and answered each other, and they were very happy. He was just asking questions so well that he was suddenly interrupted by the unopened white-eyed old monk, and he was suddenly annoyed.

Senior Brother Bodhi turned his head and glared at the old monk Baimei, "Didn't you see it? If the answer is not correct, I will continue to ask?"

Lin Yi smiled faintly, bowed slightly to Master Bodhi and said, "Master, it's already the 38th question."

"Uh... I asked thirty-eight questions so soon? I still have many questions I haven't finished asking." Master Bodhi said with regret.

The referees around, including Gu Qiuyu, were speechless. They had clearly agreed to ask ten questions each, but Master Bodhi was fine. He actually asked thirty-eight questions in one breath. Adding to one question from the old monk Baimei, Lin Yi actually answered thirty-nine questions in a flash.

At this moment, the referee who had a little understanding of Buddhist scriptures in the audience looked at Lin Yi's gaze, as if he was looking at a prehistoric monster.

"Lin Yi actually finished reading the entire "Bangluo Jackfruit Heart Sutra".

Gu Qiuyu looked at Lin Yi with an incredible look on his face. He could not believe that in just one stick of incense, Lin Yi had actually read more than a thousand pages of scriptures, and also carefully studied the contents of the scriptures.

"Is this guy a monster?" Gu Qiuyu said powerlessly in his heart: "Even a monster cannot finish studying a bitter and difficult sutra that is hailed by Buddhism as the most difficult to recite in such a short time."

The old monk Baimei was like a deflated ball. He looked at Lin Yi in confusion, sat down on the chair without saying a word, and began to close his eyes and rest.

Gu Qiuyu came to Master Bodhi and asked respectfully: "Master, did Lin Yi really answer all the answers correctly?"

In order to dispel the doubts in his heart, he decided to verify it again.

Master Bodhi nodded sincerely and smiled: "Lin Yi not only answered my thirty-eight questions correctly, haha, if you want to put it carefully, I have solved no less than ten questions before I can."

Gu Qiuyu was even more shocked when she heard this.

"The master is not kidding, are you saying that Lin Yi can still solve your doubts?" Gu Qiuyu asked.

Master Bodhi smiled ashamed and said, "As the saying goes, there is no order of learning, and those who understand it are the first. I claim to be studying Buddhist scriptures for several hundred thousand, but I am not as good as Little Friend Lin reading Buddhist scriptures for a stick of incense. To be honest, Little Friend Lin's insights on the "Prajna Sutra" have exceeded me."

After saying that, Master Bodhi hugged both fists, bowed to Lin Yiyao, and said seriously: "My friend Lin, please accept my bow."

"Master, I can't do it."

Lin Yi immediately flashed aside and asked Master Bodhi to worship.

Master Bodhi is so noble. It is said that he once gave a little advice to a hairy monkey in three or two moves, which made the hairy monkey make a big fuss in the Daxia Palace, and chased the Emperor of the Daxia Kingdom with a stick.

As a junior student, how could Lin Yi afford Master Bodhi’s worship?

Lin Yi's evasion was secretly applauded in everyone's eyes.

This boy is polite and concise, has extraordinary piano skills, exquisite chess skills, and can never forget his reading. He is really an all-round evil figure.

More importantly, this boy is well-educated, not humble or arrogant, not arrogant or artificial. Such a genius young figure is definitely the first young genius in Mingzhu Academy in a thousand years.

Before he knew it, Lin Yi's position in the minds of everyone had vaguely surpassed that of Mingzhu's number one genius, Yun Feibai.

Yun Feiyang sat lazily in the corner, looking at Lin Yi coldly, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. He seemed to be smiling and bored.

At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Lin Yi has won the first half of this third match. Although the referees have not asked Han Rui ten questions, this is no longer important. Master Bodhi's thirty-eight questions and one bowed to the fore, he pushed Lin Yi onto the stage of the winner, and Han Rui was directly ignored by everyone at this time.

Lin Yi won, and there was no doubt that he won, and he was just beautiful.

Han Rui was almost irritated. He never dreamed that Lin Yi could still remember and carefully study the books with such a perverted way.

He felt that he had opened his eyes and had already taken the best of his studies, but he still lost to Lin Yi. The defeat was unreasonable, but he was uncontroversial.

Sure enough, Han Ruiru was asked ten questions by the referees, all of his ten questions were limited to two-thirds of the Buddhist scriptures he was studying. No one asked him questions for the latter third.

But the more this happens, the more it means that Lin Yi won without any controversy.

Soon, Gu Qiuyu announced in public that in the first half of the third game of the Qin Ming battle, Lin Yi, a disciple of Mingzhu Academy, won.

There was applause from the audience.

Except for everyone in Mingzhu Academy, everyone was very happy for Lin Yi from the bottom of their hearts, Lin Yi had already impressed many audiences with his extraordinary charm, and many audiences spontaneously applauded him.

Next, Gu Qiuyu announced the second half of the battle, the calligraphy battle, each of whom wrote a picture and gave it to everyone on the referee's seat for judgment.

Two book children came to the high platform with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The rice paper was spread out, and Lin Yi grinded the ink by himself. He gently polished the inkstone and looked at the snow-white rice paper in front of him, and his heart was filled with thoughts.

Once upon a time, Qian Xue smiled sweetly and grinded for him. The two of them held the same stroke, wrote a word together, or wrote a stroke together.

However, those days are gone forever.

"Qianxue, where are you? Can you give me some inspiration? I don't want you to be alone anymore."

Lin Yi called in his heart.

Aside.

Han Rui had already picked up his pen and began to write on rice paper.

His eyes were very serious and his attitude was very positive. He knew that he had lost half and could not lose any more in this half.

Therefore, he wrote his best regular script.

The regular script is smooth and stable, not seeking merit, but seeking no mistakes.

When he finished writing, his clothes on his back were soaked.

He wrote a total of ten words, and after writing these ten words, it seemed that he had exhausted all his energy.

At this time, Lin Yi had just started writing.

Lin Yi picked up the pen without stopping, and took it with a wave!

Lin Yi wrote a combination of running script and cursive script.

As soon as Lin Yi finished writing this piece of characters, before Lin Yi could lift his pen, a strange phenomenon suddenly rose in the sky.

Countless books suddenly flew in the sky, some of which were written on paper, some on wood chips, bamboo chips, some on animal bones, turtle shells, and even some on stones...

"What's going on? A strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky. Could it be that a magic weapon was unearthed?" Someone from the audience exclaimed.

Everyone in the referee's seat stood up one after another, all looking at the strange phenomenon in the sky in wonder.

I saw that these books in the sky were piled up one by one, one by one, piece by piece, and after a moment, an extremely huge mountain of books was piled up in the sky!
Chapter completed!