Seeing the two believers approaching, Han Bin was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old man with his eyes closed in the center of the courtyard, and said without fear in the eyes of everyone's surprise: "Is this the style of an immortal?"
The old man still had his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard Han Bin's words.
The younger children couldn't help but laugh, and some even pointed at Han Bin.
The disciple in white on the left snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "Is a beggar worthy of asking about the immortal? Get out of here quickly, otherwise I won't be polite."
Two believers came to Han Bin, each grabbed a shoulder, lifted him up, and quickly walked out of the gate.
Han Bin looked calm and said loudly: "So what if I am a beggar? Beggars are also human beings. Don't immortals treat beggars as human beings? If this is the case, I would rather not be this immortal." His voice was not loud, but he was still talking.
The sound echoed in the silent courtyard for a long time, making everyone's heart tremble. Many children couldn't help but lower their heads after hearing this.
The two believers had already arrived in front of the door. Just as the door was about to open, the old man opened his eyes and said sternly: "Put him down."
The disciple who spoke just now, the disciple in white, was slightly startled, then cupped his hands and said: "Uncle, he insulted..."
The old man snorted coldly, waved his sleeve at the disciple in white, and heard a sharp snap, leaving a blood-red slap mark on the latter's face. After the slap, the old man said to the disciple: "Zhang Yuan, no wonder
You haven't made any progress in practicing for all these years. Can you practice immortality well with such a mentality? What's wrong with beggars? Beggars are human beings. Weren't our ancestors also beggars back then?" He changed the topic and became much gentler, and said to Han Bin: "
You are not old, but you can say these words. Just because of your words, you are qualified to stay."
The two believers were stunned for a moment. When they saw the old man waving, they put Han Bin down.
Han Bin was the kind of person who always repaid his kindness. He imitated the way Mr. Storyteller used to tell stories, bowed his hands to the old man, and then walked towards where the other children were standing.
The old man nodded with satisfaction and then closed his eyes.
Zhang Yuan glanced at Han Bin resentfully, took out a green jade plaque from his arms, pointed at a child casually, and said, "Come here."
The child who was called was full of joy and ran over quickly and said: "Immortal."
Zhang Yuan handed the jade sign to the child's middle and said: "Take this jade sign. If it emits white light, go to the left. If there is no white light, go to the right and stand."
The jade tablet is a palm-sized disc, entirely cyan, with nine thumb-sized stars engraved on it.
The child took the jade token excitedly and looked at it without blinking. Time passed slowly, but the jade pendant did not change at all.
Zhang Yuan took the jade pendant from the opponent's hand and said lightly, "The spiritual root is too weak and is unqualified."
After hearing this, the young man seemed unable to accept this fact and froze in place.
Zhang Yuan didn't even look at him. He pointed at a child about ten years old and said, "Come here."
"The spiritual roots are too weak and unqualified."
"The spiritual roots are too weak and unqualified."
"The spiritual roots are too weak and unqualified."
Three children in a row were all unqualified. Zhang Yuan seemed to be used to it, and the expression on his face did not change. Then he pointed his finger at Han Fei and said, "Here you go."
Han Fei quickly walked over and took the jade pendant, which suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.
In the white light, you can vaguely see nine stars all bright.
The young man in white nodded and said: "Nine-star spiritual roots are qualified. Go and stand on the left."
Then, the young man in white ordered more than a dozen children. Except for two who made the jade pendant emit a star of light, the rest failed. As the children walked away one by one, there were fewer and fewer children in the yard who had not been ordered.
, Han Bin still stood there, as if the young man in white had a grudge against him and just refused to click on him. Finally, when the last child except Han Bin failed, the young man in white finally nodded to Han Bin, "Come here.
"
There were originally more than 300 children in the yard. Except for two who emitted nine-star rays, most of the other children were from one to three stars. However, there were not many children from one to three stars, only about ten people. Han Bin
He knew in his heart that the probability of possessing the spiritual root mentioned by the immortal was too low, less than one in a hundred. When he heard Zhang Yuan calling him, Han Bin took a deep breath and walked over.
Holding the jade plaque, Han Bin closed his eyes and secretly said in his heart: "You must pass, you must pass."
The young man in white glanced at Han Bin's jade pendant and snorted: "Unqualified."
This sentence fell in Han Bin's ears, but it was like a huge stone pressing on him, making him breathless. He came here just to practice, but now, he doesn't even have the chance to cultivate as an immortal. Han
Bin suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yupei. His eyes were so wide that he even shed tears.
Seeing Han Bin's actions, the young man in white sneered: "Don't look at it, it won't shine if you look at it anymore." With that, he was about to take the jade pendant from Han Bin's hand.
Han Bin didn't know where he got the courage. He suddenly took a step back and held the jade medal tightly.
When Zhang Yuan saw it, he was happy and said with a smile: "I have seen many children taking entrance exams, but this is the first time I have seen such a difficult one like you. Could it be that if you hold it for a while, the jade tablet will be able to detect your spirituality?"
Can’t take root?”
Han Bin gritted his teeth, moved his little hand, put the jade plaque into his sleeve, and looked at it again.
It was pitch dark inside his sleeves. He saw a faint white light emitting from the jade plaque, and said in surprise: "There is light, there is light."
Zhang Yuan seemed to have known this result, and he laughed and said: "Of course there is light, what's so strange about this." When he said this, seeing Han Bin still not giving up, he snorted: "I'll tell you the truth.
!Everyone is born with more or less spiritual roots in their body, but some people’s spiritual roots are too weak to be detected by the jade tablet.”
Han Bin grabbed these words, stared at the young man in white and said, "Since I have spiritual roots in my body, why can't I practice?"
Zhang Yuan became impatient and forgot about the bright red slap marks on his face, and said angrily: "Boy, don't go too far. I've made it very clear. What else do you ask?" He was a disciple of the state religion.
A fairy in the eyes of mortals actually talked so much nonsense to a child. If word got out, his fellow disciples would laugh at him.
Han Bin's face turned cold, and he threw the jade pendant in his hand to Zhang Yuan, then turned to look at the old man and said respectfully: "Grandpa, can I really not practice?" He was a child, even though he had heard the stories of immortals, he still
He didn't understand the names of immortals. He just felt that the other person was very old and should be called grandpa.
After hearing what Han Bin said, the old man showed an imperceptible smile and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Han Bin." Han Bin had a good impression of the old man who had helped him and was very polite when he spoke.
The old man stood up, walked towards Han Bin, walked in front of him, and said: "Not everyone can practice. Your spiritual roots are too weak. Even if you practice immortality, you will not be able to achieve results, but it will waste your time.
"
Han Bin caught this sentence and asked: "Grandpa, although my cultivation can't produce any results, I can still cultivate immortality, right?"
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the unqualified children in the yard fell on the old man, waiting for his answer.
The old man touched the beard on his chin, his eyes became solemn, and after a moment he slowly said: "Theoretically, this is true, but the state religion will not accept a disciple who is almost unable to cultivate immortality. Whether he has the qualifications to cultivate immortality, he will go to heaven at birth.
It is destined. You have no spiritual roots, cannot cultivate immortality, and the laws of heaven cannot be violated." The last five words fell into the hearts of all the children, but they were like thunder.
Han Bin didn't know how to leave the state religion branch, nor how to return to the Han Mansion. That memory seemed to have been cut out of his mind. After returning to the Han Mansion, Han Bin locked himself in his room, except for eating.
He has no contact with anyone except himself. Even if his uncle sees him, he still doesn't see him.
Early the next morning, Han Fei came to his room, kicked open the door, and said angrily: "When will you go back?"
Han Bin sat in a chair in a daze, his eyes dull, as if he was stupid.
When Han Fei saw this, he became even more angry and said sternly: "Han Bin, get out of here quickly. Now everyone outside knows that Han Mansion has accepted a beggar."
Han Bin suddenly raised his head, smiled coldly at Han Fei, and said, "You really want me to leave?"
"I don't want you to leave. Do you, a mountain man, deserve to live in such a nice house?" Han Fei is also a child after all, and he also has no sense of propriety in his words.
"Okay, I'm leaving!" Han Bin quickly ran out the door without saying a word.
Seeing Han Bin's retreating figure, Han Fei snorted coldly and said sarcastically: "You still want to cultivate immortality like that. If I were you, I would die long ago."
Hearing the voice from behind, Han Bin trembled. At this moment, he did think of death. But when he thought of his parents' grief-stricken scene after his death, he completely suppressed this thought. Han Bin loved reading since he was a child.
He matures much earlier than other children, and he knows what to do and what not to do.
After leaving the Han Mansion and looking up to the sky, Han Bin had a resolute look in his eyes, and then he said in a solemn voice: "I don't believe you can't become an immortal by cultivating yourself."
An hour later, Han Bin came to the square again. At this moment, the square was still crowded with people, and countless parents were waiting for their sons to come out. Han Bin had already made up his mind, and under the doubtful eyes of everyone, he walked step by step toward the branch of the state religion.
He walked to the door. When he came to the door, two Ming Dynasty disciples obviously recognized him and asked in surprise: "Why are you here again?"
Han Bin did not answer and knelt down facing the door.
It was the first time for the two believers to see this scene, and they were confused at the time. They didn't know which song Han Bin was singing.
One of them said sternly: "This is an important place for the state religion, leave quickly."
Another person seemed to see Han Bin's intention and persuaded him: "Little brother, even if you kneel and die here, there is no way you will be selected as a disciple of the national religion. Leave quickly!"
Han Bin glanced gratefully at the believer who spoke for him, and said resolutely: "I won't leave. Although I don't know how to cultivate immortality, I understand that no matter what you do, you must be determined." As he said that, he knocked heavily on the door.
He knocked three times. After three times, his forehead was already bright red, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
People's hearts are made of flesh. The believer who had shouted at Han Bin before was also moved by his determination. He pointed to a side door not far away and said: "There are too many people coming and going here every day. It's not convenient for you to kneel here."
, let’s go over there!” The other person didn’t try to persuade him anymore. He could already see from Han Bin’s eyes how determined this fifteen-year-old child was.