Film and Television: The Great Feng Sword Immortal, starting with Lingyue's updo hairstyle

Why is Southern Jiangsu hiding its strength?

Despite his deep thoughts, Emperor Yuanjing still turned to the Supervisor and said, "Supervisor, you are indeed confident."

"Okay, very good..."

The supervisor drank alone, completely ignoring Emperor Yuanjing's words.

"The Great Emperor, a banished immortal, possesses unparalleled talent!"

On the square outside the observatory.

Many young ladies from prominent families gazed at the white-clad man standing proudly on the steps of Foshan, their eyes filled with infatuation.

Among them were some still-attractive noblewomen, their eyes fixed intently on the young man.

If I could spend a night with a banished immortal, I would have no regrets in this life.

This was what many of the women present were thinking.

No wonder even those sluts in the brothels are so enamored with Su Zhexian!

If it were these ladies of high rank, they would probably do the same.

The woman, her eyes gleaming, stared intently at the painting of Su Nan, gradually losing herself in the moment…

Huaiqing was also deeply shaken.

A hint of admiration flickered in the eyes of the eldest princess.

Lingbao Temple.

Luo Yuheng gazed at Su Nan's figure, his thoughts growing increasingly complicated.

Mu Nanzhi, on the other hand, rested her chin on her hands and stared blankly at Su Nan.

Even when the Prince of Huai was young, he wasn't as dazzling as him.

……

"Master, please cultivate your manners."

Su Nan sheathed his longsword and continued along the path

After walking for a quarter of an hour, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

So we've arrived at the summit of Foshan.

At the entrance to this mountain peak stands a giant Bodhi tree, beneath which sits an old monk.

This is clearly the third level.

Su Nan slowly approached the old monk.

"The master bluntly stated, 'How can this level be competed against?'"

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name and said leisurely, "Donor's mind is not at peace."

"Why should we be quiet?" Su Nan countered.

“When the mind is calm, there is Dharma; when there is Dharma, there is Buddha; when there is Buddha, one can transcend the sea of ​​suffering,” the old monk replied.

"Why do we want to escape this sea of ​​suffering?" Su Nan asked again.

"Why not transcend it?" the old monk countered.

"Why seek transcendence?" Su Nan asked again.

"Why not transcend it?" the old monk said slowly.

Southern Jiangsu: ...

As for the onlookers outside the venue, they were already completely confused.

What are those two saying to each other?

"What are they talking about?"

"You can't even understand Zen koans?"

"You understood? Then tell me."

"Nonsense, if I could understand it, I'd be a high monk. But it's precisely because I can't understand it that it contains profound mysteries."

"I see……"

The people outside whispered among themselves, their reactions varying.

Some people frowned, scrutinizing their conversation word by word, trying to glean profound Zen wisdom from it.

Some people nodded slightly or shook their heads, looking as if they had figured something out.

"Let's get straight to the point, how do we plan to fight?"

Su Nan smiled faintly.

It's not that he's patient.

But this old monk in front of me... his strength is extraordinary.

At the very least, it's a second-grade item!

"You're too attached to appearances, why do you want to engage in a magical contest?" the old monk said with a smile.

"It was clearly your Buddhist sect that proposed this contest of magical arts. Master, aren't you afraid of disgracing Buddhism by making such unreasonable demands?"

Su Nan said calmly.

"Just now, the benefactor said on the mountainside: 'Monks are free from all worldly desires.'" The old monk's face was serene and calm as he slowly said, "If one is free from all worldly desires, what is face?"

Everyone who heard this was stunned.

I've seen shameless people.

I've never seen anyone so shameless.

That damned bald monk!

Su Nan then sat down in front of the old monk, his brows furrowed.

It seems like they're brewing up some big move...

In reality, he was recalling the plot.

Having been in the Great Feng World for so many years, there are some things I don't remember very clearly.

He needs to think about it.

……

The onlookers looked at Su Nan and the old monk sitting opposite each other, and doubts gradually appeared on their faces.

These two are sitting face to face, not saying a word. What's going on?

Could it be that this third challenge is a test of who can sit the longest?!

"Godfather, what is the key to this challenge?" Yang Yan asked.

The members of the Golden Gong all looked at Wei Yuan, waiting for his answer.

Wei Yuan ignored them.

He's not a mind reader!

At this moment, inside the royal pavilion, a young girl in a fiery red palace dress cupped her hands to her mouth like a megaphone and shouted in a sweet voice, "Hey, you bald monks, what's this round of competition? Is it the Old Monk Formation?"

The girl had a round face and a pair of watery, almond-shaped eyes. At first glance, she appeared to be a charming, amorous, and extremely alluring woman.

The Arhat Du'e was initially unwilling to engage, but seeing that it was a princess who was asking the question, he explained out of courtesy, "The third trial has no content."

These words stunned all the dignitaries present.

What does "no content" mean?

Biao Biao slapped the table with both hands to express her dissatisfaction.

Du'e Luohan simply shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

The men suddenly realized why Lord Wei hadn't spoken up!

It turns out this level has no content at all. But if there's no content, how can you fight?

Duke Wei was indeed clever!

Amidst everyone's confusion, Princess Huaiqing spoke, her clear voice like the clinking of jade, melodious and resonant:

"Untitled!? Does that mean that no matter how Su Nan responds, the Buddhist sect can remain silent or disagree, trapping him in the secret realm until he admits defeat?"

A word to wake up the dreamer!

In the various pavilions, the expressions of the civil and military officials changed slightly.

After careful consideration, I found that this was indeed the case; no matter how difficult the level, as long as there is a challenge, it can always be overcome.

The most troublesome and unsolvable kind of battle is this kind of battle without any substance!

There is a lot of room for maneuver; whether it's a physical or verbal confrontation, Buddhism can veto it with a single vote.

Buddhism will always remain invincible.

"Shameless!"

"Isn't this just being shameless? If you want to have a contest of magic, then set up your formations. You Buddhists can have your say in both literary and martial arts, but what does this even mean?"

"A contest won by cheating is probably not a fair victory."

"..."

Immediately, countless curses erupted.

Many hot-tempered martial artists pointed at Du'e Luohan and others and cursed them.

Neither literary nor martial arts are they afraid of each other. There are many masters in the capital. Both sides counter each other's moves and rely on their own abilities.

But this third level is simply unsolvable!