Coming here, Fang Ting is still nowhere to be seen.
The incarnation looked normal, followed the crowd, and walked towards the peak step by step.
Not long after, they walked out of the jungle and came to a magnificent palace.
The middle-aged monk took a step forward and said loudly: "Master, I have been ordered to hold the apprenticeship ceremony and select new disciples. Now that I have selected them, I will bring them up the mountain and ask the master to take a look."
"come in……"
The door of the main hall opened by itself, but a familiar voice came from inside.
“Uncle Chen?”
The middle-aged monk quickly walked into the hall and found two people standing inside. It was Uncle Chen and the girl Fang Ting who was brought in by him. He couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Master, respect him..."
The monk surnamed Chen said calmly: "Senior brother, the master of the pavilion, happened to have a whim, gained some understanding of the exercises, and went into seclusion. Let me arrange the rest of the matter. Do you have any opinions?"
“Disciples don’t dare!”
The middle-aged monk's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly stepped forward and presented a jade slip, "Uncle Chen, the jade slip is full of information about these new disciples."
The monk surnamed Chen said "hmm", took the jade slip, and looked at everyone.
Being stared at by Jin Dan, everyone’s expressions were unnatural, and they were secretly worried.
When they came in, Fang Ting saw the incarnation and greeted him happily.
Incarnate into a secret passage and hear a sound of pain, look at the nose and nose and look at the heart.
I didn’t expect that it would be this person who decided their fate in the end. I just hoped that he would act impartially.
"Lantoumen has just selected a group of disciples. It's not bad that there are so many this time. You have done your duty well," the monk surnamed Chen nodded to the four of them and praised them.
The four people looked happy.
Then, the monk surnamed Chen turned his gaze, raised his finger and pointed at the young man with three spiritual roots, "You! Come out!"
The young man was startled, his face turned pale, his legs were spinning, and his body was trembling a little.
“Is I so scary?”
The monk surnamed Chen was not used to seeing him, and frowned, "No wonder he was rated as having a lower character. According to your words, he was sent to the Zhuding Hall to practice for three years to see the effects!"
Having said that, the monk surnamed Chen threw a red token to the young man and asked him to take it with him.
Then, the monk surnamed Chen named several people one after another. Some would ask a few questions, while others would not ask any questions and would just throw a token to them.
The questions are also very random. Sometimes they ask about their origins or experiences, and sometimes they ask about their insights into practice, which makes people unprepared.
The tokens are of different colors, representing each hall in Yanmiao Pavilion.
These new disciples were called over one by one by the monk surnamed Chen, and the incarnation's heart became heavier and heavier.
In the end, there were only two people left, him and the oldest old man.
“This old guy doesn’t really want to target himself, does he?”
The avatar muttered secretly, it would be dumbfounding if the hidden plan failed due to this little accident.
“Your name is Zhao Songqiao? Come here.”
The monk surnamed Chen pointed out the old man, and only one incarnation was left.
Fang Ting sensed that something was wrong and kept silent, not daring to say a word. The others were not stupid either. They had already seen some clues and started to watch the show deliberately.
“With your level of cultivation, it is not easy to develop such a character, but it is not completely hopeless to build the foundation.”
The monk surnamed Chen was very kind to Zhao Songqiao, "Let's go to Xueying Hall first. The hall master is my disciple. He will guide you to change to one of his own skills and try to see if there is a chance."
“Disciple, obey!”
Zhao Songqiao took the snow-white token with excitement on his face.
Finally it was the turn of the incarnation. The monk surnamed Chen pointed at him and was about to speak when the expression on his face suddenly changed and he suddenly raised his head and looked outside the main hall.
Others didn't know why, and when they looked outside, they only saw vast waves.
“Why is this old guy here?”
The monk surnamed Chen frowned, showing a look of surprise, whispered something, snorted secretly, then waved his sleeves and robes, shooting out a blue light arrow.
The light arrow shot out of the mountain peak, flew a certain distance and then exploded. A ripple appeared in the void, and then two figures slowly emerged.
These two people were wearing black and white Taoist robes with yin and yang patterns painted on them.
One of them is a thin old man, holding a fly whisk, with an immortal air and an extraordinary temperament. The other man is short in stature, sitting behind and to the side of the old man, like a Taoist boy.
After the two people appeared, their figures paused slightly, and then flew towards the main hall.
“Brother Chen Xian, the old Taoist has come here to make trouble, I hope my fellow Taoist will not be surprised.”
The old Taoist priest bowed his head, looked around, and asked in surprise, "Why don't you see fellow Taoist Qi?"
"If Fellow Taoist Huayang is looking for the Pavilion Master, you may be disappointed. The Pavilion Master has other things to do and is not in the Pavilion." The monk surnamed Chen returned the courtesy with his hand in hand, and his tone was cold, "Fellow Taoist, if you have anything important to do, I'll wait for you, Senior Brother."
When I come back, I will report it on your behalf."
“I heard that your pavilion is holding a ceremony to recruit disciples today. Are these the new disciples? Is there anything more important than continuing the inheritance of the sect? Could it be that Fellow Daoist Qi has sensed the opportunity for a breakthrough and is preparing to have a baby?”
The old Taoist priest seemed unable to hear the hint of expelling guests in the tone of the monk surnamed Chen. He strode over and glanced at the new disciples one by one with a strange look in his eyes.
Everyone felt uncomfortable being stared at, but seeing that even Yanmiao Pavilion Jindan treated this man with great courtesy, no one dared to say anything.
Incarnation was secretly surprised.
Although he had never seen this old Taoist priest, when he saw this strange Taoist robe, he easily recognized his origin. This man was actually a monk from Lan Doumen, and he was a part of one of the true cultivation traditions, "The Secret Technique of Yin-Yang Heavenly Fighting"
pulse.
Yanmiao Pavilion and Lan Doumen are really closely related.
Just after I started, I saw a true disciple of Lan Doumen.
I just don’t know why the monk surnamed Chen is so cold to the old Taoist priest. He has just started incarnation, so I can’t guess what’s going on.
As everyone knows, Qin Sang's real body is standing on a hill beside the lake at this time, looking at Yanmiao Pavilion shrouded in mist, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
He hid in the dark, and after preparing to ensure that the incarnation was safe, he left temporarily and traveled around Landou Mountain for a while to see if he could make some friends and cooperate with the incarnation inside and outside.
Just now, he suddenly felt a wave of fluctuation, and then saw a ray of light flying from a distance, and suddenly disappeared into the mist.
Qin Sang could not clearly see the true appearance of the old Taoist priest, but this kind of black and white escaping light was the only one on Landou Island. He suspected that it was probably a true disciple of Landoumen who came in person.
The direction from which the escaping light flew is exactly where the Lan Doumen Gate is.
“What are the Lan Doumen disciples doing here at this time? Wait and see, maybe we can find a way to contact him...”
Qin Sang murmured, thought about it for a moment, and then went back to lurk.
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The main hall of Yanmiao Pavilion.
When the monk surnamed Chen heard what the old Taoist said, he suppressed his displeasure and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist Huayang, please don't make fun of Brother Pavilion Master. Brother Pavilion Master's cultivation has not yet reached the extreme level, and there is still some distance before we can have a baby."
.Besides, it’s not that easy to conceive a baby, right? How effective can it be to realize it once or twice? How can the Nascent Soul Dao Fruit be said to be accomplished?”