My Demon Queen

Chapter 290 Top 6 24

In the spacious competition venue filled with a tense atmosphere, the sunlight poured down like a golden veil, covering the entire venue with a warm and bright glow.

Wuyou stood quietly at one side of the venue, his plain black monk robe fluttering gently in the breeze, as if isolated from the surrounding noise.

The black monk's robe is soft in texture, and every sway seems to tell the quietness and depth of time.

Wuyou's eyes were lightly closed, his expression was peaceful and serene, his long eyebrows were drooping, like a quiet painting.

His face had a transcendental temperament, as if he had experienced the baptism of time and became indifferent to the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the world.

He clasped his hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures silently. His low and soothing voice flowed slowly in the air like a gurgling stream.

At this moment, Fang Chen, dressed in white, came to the competition venue like a handsome young man.

He had a cold face, and his snow-white clothes made him look even more scholarly, as if he was a character from a poem or painting.

Fang Chen's eyes were clear and firm, his long hair gently lifted in the wind, exuding a unique temperament.

He held an exquisite brush in his hand, the tip of the brush flickering with a faint light, as if it contained endless wisdom and power.

The two stood on each side of the field and looked at each other calmly.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze and the air around seemed to become exceptionally quiet.

Their eyes met, without words, yet seemed to convey thousands of words.

It is a kind of tacit understanding and respect between masters, a kind of recognition and expectation of each other's strength.

The audience around cast curious glances at him, whispering and talking among themselves.

The contestants in the rest area also looked curious, their eyes moving back and forth between Wuyou and Fang Chen.

Some people lowered their voices quietly, as if they were vaguely placing bets and guessing the outcome of the competition.

"Master Wuyou, it's our first meeting. Please give me your guidance." Fang Chen bowed slightly and saluted, his voice cold and steady.

"Amitabha, I dare not give you any advice. Thank you for being so polite, Mr. Fang." Wuyou clasped his hands together and bowed in return.

Fang Chen nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with eagerness to try: "Since the master is not going to make a move, then I will show my ugliness."

After saying that, he floated towards Wuyou like a light breeze.

The brush in his hand danced gently in the air, leaving behind graceful arcs. The light flickering from the tip of the brush was as bright as a star, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

Fang Chen waved the brush, and a soft light shot out, slowly approaching Wuyou.

The light seems light, but it contains great power.

It passed through the air, leaving a beautiful trail, as if it was a masterpiece of nature.

Wuyou's face was calm, and he chanted the Buddha's name softly. A golden light flashed on his body, and the golden bell cover appeared instantly.

The golden bell emitted a dazzling light, like a huge shield, protecting Wuyou tightly inside.

The light emitted by Fang Chen hit the golden bell, making a slight sound, like raindrops falling on a lotus leaf.

"Master, your Buddhist teachings are indeed profound." Fang Chen stopped and exclaimed with a smile.

His eyes were full of admiration, and he had a deeper understanding of Wuyou's strength.

Wuyou clasped his hands together and said slowly: "Donor Fang's literary power is also extraordinary. However, this competition is not a fight, so it doesn't have to be so intense."

Fang Chen smiled slightly: "Master, what you said is very true. However, since it is a competition, I should go all out to show my respect for you."

After saying that, Fang Chen made another move. The brush in his hand danced more agilely, and rays of light shot towards Wuyou like twinkling stars.

The lights intertwined into a beautiful pattern in the air, like a gorgeous painting.

Each ray of light contains different powers and artistic conception, which makes people feel Fang Chen's profound literary skills.

Wuyou remained calm and composed, his golden bell shield was as solid as a rock to block every attack.

There was no panic in his eyes, only a deep tranquility.

He seemed to be integrated with the whole world, without being disturbed by the outside world.

"Donor Fang, don't be angry. Only by letting go of the desire to fight can you find inner peace." Wuyou advised softly. His voice flowed like a clear spring, cleansing people's souls.

Fang Chen's eyes were firm: "Master, Confucianism emphasizes self-cultivation, family management, governance of the country and peace in the world. We should be enterprising and display our abilities."

His voice was full of passion and sense of responsibility, showing the mind and bearing of a Confucian disciple.

Wuyou sighed softly: "Donor Fang, Buddhism pursues inner peace and liberation. Only by letting go of obsessions can one transcend the sufferings of the world."

His eyes revealed a deep compassion and were full of care for all things in the world.

Fang Chen shook his head: "Master's method is good but too introverted. Confucianism advocates being proactive and doing things for the benefit of the people."

The two of them exchanged blows, competing and conversing at the same time, and the concepts of Buddhism and Confucianism gently collided in this competition arena.

Their words were like sparks of wisdom, gleaming in the air.

Every sentence contains profound philosophy and makes people think deeply.

"Master, Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect and reincarnation. Does that mean everything is predetermined?" Fang Chen asked.

Wuyou shook his head slightly: "Donor Fang, although cause and effect are predetermined, people's hearts can change. A single good thought can change the trajectory of fate."

Fang Chen was silent for a moment, then said: "Confucianism believes that man can conquer nature, and one can change his destiny through his own efforts."

Wuyou smiled and said, "Donor Fang's courage and determination are admirable. But you should also understand that letting things take their own course is also a kind of wisdom."

Fang Chen nodded: "Master, I have benefited a lot from your words. But in this competition, I still have to go all out to show the demeanor of a Confucian student."

After saying that, Fang Chen waved the brush again, emitting a powerful light.

This light is brighter and more powerful than before.

It streaked across the sky like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for Wuyou.

Wuyou remained calm and composed, using his golden bell to steadily block the ray of light.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a deep tranquility.

"Master Fang, your strength is indeed extraordinary. But in this competition, we should value peace and not be too obsessed with winning or losing." Wuyou said.

Fang Chen smiled slightly: "Master, rest assured, I will not forget the original intention of the competition. However, I also want to better understand the concepts of Buddhism and Confucianism through this competition."

The two continued to compete, their movements becoming faster and faster, and the light becoming brighter and brighter.

The audience around was stunned and shocked by their strength.

The contestants in the rest area also showed admiration and were amazed at their performance.

As time went by, the competition entered a white-hot stage.