Chapter 1965: Meditation in the Air, Tang Seng's Faith

"Creak!"

The two pillars began to sway in the strong wind, making a harsh sound.

These pillars were made of wood, so naturally, they would begin to sway left and right, or even bend, in such strong wind.

Tang Seng's body began to tilt slightly, but his posture did not change in the slightest.

It was strange to say, but in such strong wind, Tang Seng should have fallen long ago. However, each time it looked extremely dangerous, he still did not slide off the square platform.

"Let me see what kind of magic power and cultivation this Tang Seng has."

The Grand National Master frowned, thinking to himself, and then quietly released his spiritual sense to directly perceive Tang Seng's side.

Upon probing, the Grand National Master was shocked. Tang Seng actually had no magic power at all.

How could this be? With such strong wind, why could his meditation posture be maintained so steadily? He didn't use magic power to stick his lower body to the square platform, so how did he manage not to fall off?

Tang Seng closed his eyes slightly, his heart without a trace of fear. He seemed to no longer feel the wind blowing on his cheeks. He just silently recited in his heart, "Buddha is above, save the suffering. Today, I, Tang Seng, sacrifice my life without fear, only to resolve the danger of my master and disciples, and to resolve the danger of the monks in Chechi."

Sun Wukong, at this time, held his head high, his eyes staring fixedly at Tang Seng's position. In fact, he was already prepared. As long as Tang Seng was blown off the high platform by the strong wind, he would immediately fly up to catch him.

Then, he would bring out the Jingu Bang and level the entire palace.

In short, Sun Wukong would never fulfill the agreement of letting Tang Seng lose the gamble and go to the guillotine.

This Grand National Master had only conducted the third duel through sophistry anyway.

Time passed second by second. The strong wind had ceased. It was now three o'clock in the afternoon, and more than three hours had passed.

And the two people's meditation still had not determined a winner.

"Your Majesty, do we really have to keep competing like this? It seems there will never be a result. Both the Grand National Master and Tang Seng are experts at meditation."

A general knelt on one knee before the King, cupped his hands, and said.

"Hmm?" The King of Chechi had just woken up from a nap. He glanced at the two people on the high platform and said, "How could there be no result?"

"Since it's meditation, one should expect it to take a long time. As long as they keep competing like this, someone will eventually be unable to persist and waver in their meditation posture."

The King of Chechi said leisurely, looking calm and composed.

"Your Majesty is right. The Grand National Master wants to compare Daoist hearts to prove who is the real demon."

"So this competition must determine a winner, otherwise we won't know who the real demon is."

At this time, another general suddenly said.

On the stone steps over there, Wukong, Fahai, Marshal Tianpeng, and General Juan Lian all had sore buttocks from sitting.

It must be said that the meditation skills of these two were extremely remarkable. The four of them had been sitting in casual postures for so long and felt somewhat uncomfortable, yet they could maintain one posture without change.

"Fahai, what can one realize from meditating like this?"

Wukong touched his left forehead, looked at Fahai somewhat boredly, and said.

"All conditioned phenomena."

Fahai's expression was calm as he said this.

"Junior Brother Sha, is there anything to eat in that bag? I'm starving."

Marshal Tianpeng looked at General Juan Lian and said.

"There are still some red bean buns, I'll take them out now."

General Juan Lian looked at him and said.

Marshal Tianpeng took a red bean bun and began to eat it in large bites. At the same time, he looked up at Tang Seng in the sky and suddenly froze, muttering to himself, "Before, I thought that for Buddhist disciples, all cultivation was for a purpose, all for the sake of becoming a Buddha."

"But today, seeing Master meditate like this, without fear of life or death, with such piety, I suddenly start to believe that in this world, there are people who truly have firm and incomparable faith." ===== CHAPTER 1967 =====