Taoist Tan Tai has already seen the answers of three people and is now uncovering the puzzle.

"The answer given by fellow Taoist Sun is that there is a golden jade hairpin in the plate."

At the same time, the maid just now also uncovered the silver cover on the tray, and was quietly lying in it a golden silk carved into the shape of a phoenix bird, embellished with white pearls and beautiful jade.

It's called a hairpin, but it's a bit close.

Sun Muen immediately let go of his anxiety and felt a little proud in his eyes.

I thought my trip was to be a foil. At the critical moment, I gave some trouble to the master of Xunfeng Temple. I never thought that the result of my divination was right, and it really made a splash.

Looking around, although there was a layer of restrictions, I couldn't hear the movement outside. Just looking at the whispering of everyone, I thought I should be cheering for myself.

Before he could start to be complacent, Taoist Dan Tai reported the answer from Monk Su Wen.

"The answer written by Monk Su Wen of Chiguo Temple is a pure gold stroll that looks like a phoenix bird and is decorated with jewelry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Muen felt as if he was depressed.

He could no longer think of any answer that would be closer to the correct answer than this one.

There was also a lot of discussion behind the scenes.

"I am worthy of being a master of Chiguo Temple. Such divination methods are not as good as far away." A casual cultivator who was watching the fun was sighing.

"I am more optimistic about the true teachings of the inside master. Don't forget that that person is the first to submit the answer. I may not be able to see who will be able to die!"

Another casual cultivator who supported Xunfeng Temple was immediately dissatisfied.

"Not necessarily? The monk from Chiguo Temple almost wrote the correct answer. If he could lose, I would just eat the cushion on the spot."

Someone soon retorted again.

...

"Amitabha."

Monk Su Wen clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. Although he was still bitter in his old face, he was indescribable to express his excitement.

He thought that his answer was appropriate enough, and he was bound to win the outcome of this guessing game.

Looking at the reactions below, the Huangmei Taoist smiled even happier, and then delivered the answer to the Taoist Dantai. Kun Dao had already seen Li Yan's answer, and was slightly stunned, before continuing to read: "Fellow Daoist Xuan, Xunfeng Guanguan, answered, there was a winged jade phoenix shaking hairpin with silk and tourmaline in the tray, which was worn by Taoist Dantai."

From the name to the origin, it can be said that there is no word missing.

Really a reversal?

The field was also in full swing. They watched Daoist Dan Tai put Bu Yao in with his own eyes, but there were not three people on the stone placing. Could it be that someone could guess so accurately?

Or did the monks of Xunfeng Temple secretly change the answer?

More than one person thinks so.

But another inner master was always staring at him. If Xunfeng Temple really did this, would that Zen Master Miaoguang not be able to discover it?

"In this game, Xunfengguan won."

Zen Master Miaoguang had a gloomy face and admitted unwillingly.

From great rise to great fall, no one had any more ups and downs than Monk Suwen. He stared at the piece of paper in the hand of Taoist Dan Tai, and his breathing was much faster.

But just when Li Yan thought he couldn't afford to lose, Monk Su Wen's originally hunched face became even more muddy.

"It's the little monk who has not yet practiced yet, and he has anger."

"Sin, sin."

Monk Su Wen kept reciting, but Li Yan's view of him changed.

Everyone in the stands grabbed the casual cultivator who cheated on food and drink.

"Didn't you say you'll eat the cushion if you lose. Come on, I'll give you this one who's been here."

"Eat, eat, why don't you eat?"

The scene was very lively.

Li Yan easily won the game. This time it was Zen Master Miaoguang's turn to sit still. He cleared his throat and spoke. The voice immediately suppressed the discussions of the casual cultivators, and the timing was just right.

"What if I decide this second game?"

Speaking means doubt, but it can be said that it is not up to anyone to comment.

The Huangmei Taoist said intimately, this bald donkey is really good at making a plan!

Both Buddhism and Taoism have their own mastery. The so-called mastery is a familiar thing, so the probability that one can guess is naturally greater.

Although divination and guessing objects are taken up by a word of guessing, based on the monk's magical powers and magic, the impossible things are eliminated, and the correct answer is obtained. The more you understand, the closer the answer you get, the more you get.

Chiguo Temple has lost one game. If it loses this game again, the third game will have no meaning. According to the previous rules, this shot is considered to be a victory for Xunfengguan.

Although I am not afraid of the last open and upright sword contest, I can win more quickly and accurately. What's the point of not doing it?

If the Huangmei Taoist asked the question in this second game, he would definitely choose a familiar Taoist disciple in the Xuan Dynasty, and the monk Suwen was unfamiliar with it. If Suwen had a chess game, what would be the use of Monk Miaoguang taking the initiative in the third game?

Perhaps he was in a very good mood after winning the last game, or he was quite confident in Li Yan's methods, and the Huangmei Taoist did not even fight, so he gave in to the second game.

"Fellow Taoist please!"

Seeing this, Zen Master Miaoguang was not polite. He waved his sleeves and trays and covers to take them into his palms. Of course, the step-shaking hairpin was returned to Taoist Dan Tai.

Then he picked it up on his wrist, took out a string of small-leafed red sandalwood Buddha beads, and placed it on a tray to symbolize the fourteen patiences mentioned in the Sutra of the King of Netherland, namely the Three Sages and Ten Saints and the True Awakening.

He used to wear this string of Buddhist beads on his hands. If Monk Su Wen still couldn't see it, he would definitely look good when he went back.

Then he sent it to the old Taoist for him to check.

Unexpectedly, the Huangmei Taoist showed him a malicious smile, but he also took out something in his hand and placed it on a tray, almost making Zen Master Miaoguang's nose crooked.

"You bald donkey is accustomed to doing things, but I believe you, and I will go to a town for you."

After saying that, he smashed a piece of paperweight in the middle of the Buddhist beads, and this throw almost made Monk Miaoguang’s nose irritate.

Since the paperweight and paperweight is in the hands of the inner master Huangmei Taoist, it is naturally not an ordinary thing. It is a suppression tool that suppresses luck.

Of course, if you want to suppress Xunfeng Temple, a major sect like Chiguo Temple is definitely a delusion, but if you just break the divination and shooting technique of a mere Qi Refiner, it would be simply too easy.

The Huangmei Taoist did this so much that he almost wrote my shamelessness on his face.

Anyway, I won a game, and no one of the three of them won the next game. If I get a draw, I won.

Zen Master Miaoguang looked at the Huangmei Taoist with his eyes waiting for fire, but since the road was already done, he couldn't let the other party take the item back in front of everyone, otherwise wouldn't he have said in person that he was going to cheat.

Seeing the bald donkey being defeated, the yellow-browed Taoist suddenly became clear and looked leisurely, which was like a spring breeze.

Seeing this, Zen Master Miaoguang had no intention of entangling with the Huangmei Taoist again. Then he covered his cover and gave it to him with the True Gang. The next second the tray appeared on the table in the middle of the stone plaza.

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Chapter completed!