Rong Hai walked calmly in the dark Demon-Sealing Palace. After a while, a little yellow light appeared not far ahead of him.

As he slowly moved forward, the light became bigger and brighter. Finally, when Rong Hai was only about 30 meters away from the yellow light, he could see the true appearance of the yellow light and the surrounding scenery clearly.

On a small pool with a diameter of only about ten meters, clear and unwavering, a yellow gem the size of a winter melon was suspended two meters above the pool. The golden soft light it emitted was the only light source in the hall.

Tens of thousands of lifelike yellow crystal Buddhas were sculpted to the west of the pool; tens of thousands of ancient jasmine flowers as thick as arms were planted neatly under the Buddha's feet; thousands of old monks wearing black robes sat on the ground, and had the lowest level of cultivation and level 6, sat motionless between the flowers and closed their eyes and meditation.

A level 9-level monk in a black robe and a kind face was smiling and carrying a small white crystal bucket, carefully watering a jasmine flower.

Seeing this, Rong Hai quickly stepped forward and picked up a small bucket by the pool, scooped a bucket of water, and watered the flowers without saying a word.

Without much effort, Rong Gong hurriedly ran over. He also carried a small bucket and watered the flowers without saying a word.

The three of them were busy for nearly two hours before they finished all the flowers. During this period, none of them said a word.

"Amitabha, you two sit down." The old monk carefully put back the bucket and turned around and ordered his two disciples.

"Master! Rong Hai is crazy! He wants to accept disciples!" As soon as Rong Gong sat down, he quickly reported to the master anxiously.

After hearing what he said, the old monk smiled and said to the two apprentices: "If you accept the apprentice, you must teach the apprentice wholeheartedly. That is very tiring. Rong Hai actually intended to accept the apprentice after he went out to the mountain. Well, he was indeed crazy, but it was so crazy. If you want to learn from Rong Hai, hurry up and go crazy."

"Master, no! Rong Hai's apprentice is a novice monk in Erlin Temple. That kid is just a useless person and can't take on the big responsibility at all! Master." Rong Gong explained to the master anxiously.

After hearing this, the old monk looked at Rong Hai calmly, wanting to understand the second disciple's thoughts.

Seeing that the master looked at him, Rong Hai calmly said to the master: "Amitabha, Master, Rong Kong's child is indeed very poor in his qualifications. He may not be able to reach his innate life. However... Master, I have made up my mind that the only disciple of my life is Rong Kong." After that, Rong Hai closed his hands and lowered his head with his eyes closed.

When the old monk saw that his second disciple was so decisive, he immediately developed a strong curiosity towards Rong Kong, a saint disciple who was said to be of poor qualifications.

He didn't think that Rong Hai chose to pass on the Luohan Palace to Rong Kong to flatter him. The old monk still knew very well what kind of person his disciple was.

He also didn't think that Rong Hai used his power for personal gain and harmed the public and self-interest. After all, Fengmo Mountain has a very rigorous management system. Even if all the palace masters don't care about the matter, there is no problem at all. It is impossible for the entire Fengmo Mountain to operate poorly because of a leader's problem.

In fact, the same is true. Most of the leaders on Fengmo Mountain are actually professional monks like mascots. Generally, if there is no major event, they will worship Buddha and practice martial arts in their residences, and rarely go to their own departments to stroll.

However, even if the mascot is not important, you must choose a good-looking one that everyone can accept, which is reasonable.

Oh, you have a hopeless waste in this life and go to serve as the leader of tens of thousands of Yang Gods. Is this good-looking? Can you accept it?

Rong Hai must have been clear about these things, so the old monk completely denied the second disciple's absurd behavior at the first time. He just said to Rong Hai lightly: "Go and bring that child in and meet us old monks."

When Rong Hai heard the master's words, he felt relieved. He knew that since the master had not rejected him at all, this matter would probably be done.

Rong Hai was very sure of this matter. After all, he just wanted to accept an apprentice, and he was not doing anything that was harmful to the world, nor did he hurt anyone. Moreover, this was his basic right. Except for Rong Kong himself, no one actually had the right to say anything.

Sure enough, when the master agreed to see his future disciple, Rong Hai immediately ran out of the hall with joy and hurriedly brought the little fat man over.

"Master, this fact is inappropriate! That..." Rong Gong was not a fool either. Of course, he understood the master's attitude at this time, so he quickly persuaded the master.

But it was useless. The master closed his eyes and waved his hand to interrupt him, and then sat on the cushion quietly waiting for the arrival of his disciples.

Soon, Rong Hai ran back with the fat man, and he immediately happily introduced to the master: "Master, he is Rong Kong. Although his qualifications are not very good, he is still very smart, honest, obedient, diligent, hardworking, hardworking, and kind." Apart from the last point, the rest is purely just his own nonsense, but now he can't take care of that much. The master nodded and recognized that is the most important thing.

"Rong Hai! You're just nonsense! What's wrong with my qualifications? My master clearly told me that I can definitely practice Yang Shen. Don't always be in front of outsiders, um..." Rong Kong was talking with his stomach outstretched, but Rong Hai covered his mouth.

"Hahaha, haha, this, master... By the way, we are used to being casual. Haha, yes, we are used to being casual, so he talks to me like this. It's just a habit, just a habit." Rong Hai smiled dryly, covering Rong Kong's broken mouth while explaining to the master nervously.

"Master, look at the successor of Rong Hai's audition, how does he look like!" Rong Gong said loudly with a disgusted look on his face.

When the old monk saw Rong Kong's stupid appearance, he immediately had a bad initial impression of the fat man.

The little fat man and Rong Hai described it in their mouths are completely different, and their qualifications are even worse than what Rong Hai and the others said.

Despite this, the old monk still had no anger in his heart, but became more and more curious about his future disciple.

After all, if Rong Kong was really useless, how could Rong Hai and Shouan Living Buddha both recognize him as his disciples?

Therefore, Rong Kong must have some huge advantages, but his advantages may have been covered up by his extremely obvious shortcomings.

Thinking of this, the old monk smiled and said to Rong Kong, "Hello, Amitabha, little monk. The old monk Rong Zhan, this is polite."

When Rong Kong heard Master Rong Zhan’s greetings, he angrily opened his hand to Rong Hai, glared at Rong Hai fiercely, and then he also bowed respectfully: "Hello Master Rong Zhan, Wukong, Erlin Temple novice Wukong, I am honored to come here to pay homage to you." After that, the little fat man folded his hands together and respectfully gave a big gift to the other party.

After Rong Kong finished speaking, everyone in the Demon-Sealing Hall counted one and all frowned slightly.

After Master Rong Zhan smiled at Rong Kong, he didn't say anything, but just looked at his second disciple Rong Hai.

Seeing this, Rong Hai frowned and said nervously to Rong Kong: "Has I told you before? As soon as I entered Fengmo Mountain, the monk's Dharma name must be changed to Rong. Why did you forget it again? Hurry up, tell the master again, you must not make any mistakes this time." After that, he looked at Rong Kong with anticipation.

"I remember what you said, and I know the rules here. However, my Dharma name was given to me by my master, so I only have one Dharma name in my life, my name is Wukong. Wukong, a novice monk from Erlin Temple, is very honored to be here to pay homage to Master Rong Zhan." After Wukong finished speaking, he still put his hands together and bowed to the other party respectfully.
Chapter completed!