To put it mildly, after all these Taoist leaders have finished talking nonsense, after people from all walks of life have made donations, after some messy ceremonies, after the pudding has fallen asleep on the table for an hour.

This internal door assessment has finally begun......

"This assessment is still the same as the assessment method of previous years, next to this one, is the inner disciple of the Diancang faction, Li Zimu, this assessment, he will also watch from the sidelines, I hope that all colleagues can play seriously and strive to be brilliant"

A middle-aged man wearing a purple Taoist robe with a goatee and a mustache who claimed to be the head of the Pure Heart Dao stood up and said, Li Zimu understood, stood up and nodded to everyone in the audience, and sat down again.

"I announce that this inner door assessment will officially begin, and the items will be brought up!"

Qingxin Dao said loudly, then sat down, and after a while, four disciples behind the altar carried a table of eight immortals to the altar.

Li Zimu glanced at the Eight Immortals table, judging from the strength used by the four disciples to raise their arms, the thing on the table that was covered by a red cloth was not very heavy, but he didn't know what it was.

"The assessment of this first level is still a fortune telling, this time the hexagram is a fortune hexagram, and it is the most basic face hexagram in the fortune hexagram, I hope you will seize this opportunity. ”

A middle-aged Taoist in a yellow robe then stood up and spoke.

Li Zimu glanced at him, his voice was vain, his face was slightly haggard, and his body leaned forward unconsciously.

It seems that the people of this Quanzhen Sect are not all not close to women, at least the yellow-robed Taoist next to him does a lot of things for men and women on weekdays......

The four disciples under the altar understood, and took off the red cloth head on the table, revealing something that was covered, which was a head.

Of course, it was not a real head, but a sculpture carved out of wood, and only a head with the neck up.

Just use this thing to tell the fortune of the face?

Li Zimu sneered in his heart, how can this thing be counted?

At least find a real person, even if it's just a random disciple standing there, it's definitely much better than this lump of wood.

But it's not that it can't be counted, it can only be said that it is so, and there is a deviation.

Physiognomy is not only a person's face, but also the relative temperament, erotic posture, body language and harmony of movements.

It's just such a lump of wood, he can't even turn his eyes, what can he figure out, it's all a bunch of waste who are dead reading scriptures, Li Zimu thought coldly in his heart, and he didn't say it.

At the sound of an order, the thirty or forty figures sitting cross-legged in the square under the stage all turned around, and everyone was looking at the head sculpture on the table of the Eight Immortals in front of them.

The expressions are different.

Li Zimu looked coldly at the so-called outer disciples in the audience, and the expressions on their faces were presented in his eyes one by one.

There are those who are dazed and at a loss, there are those who frown and think hard, and there are those who look calm and calm.

Li Zimu shook his head, before he came, he thought that the inner door assessment of this gossip gate, although it was a primary foundation, would never be just a formality like this.

Now that he looks, he just wants to leave now......

What kind of assessment is this? From the facial expressions of those outer disciples, it can be easily seen that this is a pre-arranged thing, okay?

The question of this assessment is inherently unfair and reasonable, who can guarantee this lump of wood, among the outer disciples under this time, has anyone seen it in advance?

To put it mildly, among those outer disciples in this battle, is there anyone in the middle who already knows the standard answer to this assessment?

Li Zimu didn't have the slightest anger in his heart, what he had was just coldness, he was also a product outside the rules, fairness and justice were just decorations for him, so he didn't have the qualifications to be angry or reprimanded.

He has seen a lot of this kind of shady scenes, not to mention the so-called unscripted real-time programs on TV, just the officialdom of shopping malls, and some places, but that's it, he has seen too much, and he has experienced a lot, so much that he is still experiencing it now.

The reason why most people reprimand, debunk, and expose the unfairness of these things, whether it is a shopping mall or an officialdom, is because they themselves are not the beneficiaries of this rule, so they are not convinced.

Of course, if people dare to make such shady or unspoken rules, they are not afraid that someone will expose and denounce it, and they have a way to solve this matter.

That.

Most of them finally dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, only those few righteous young heads, who slammed their heads with all their might, causing a laugh from onlookers.

The outer disciples in the audience, after observing for a while, there were some people who were responsible for distributing blank paper and pens.

They pretended to show the onlookers a blank sheet of paper and told them that it was a very fair assessment.

Li Zimu looked at these outer disciples who were burying their heads in writing their answers quickly, but a lighter smile appeared on his face.

At this time, Zhuge Yinglong, who was in the audience, was thinking hard and writing two words on the paper from time to time.

It's like a student who usually doesn't study hard and is bored after an exam, but still has to pretend to write something.

Li Zimu told him not to worry, but he was still a little nervous, he didn't know how to write, because he had not received such a Taoist education, and the Taoist classics left by the sages did not say that it could be counted like this.

Time passed like this, and the spectators on the edge of the square and in the guest hall were all pointing at the people in the field and whispering to the acquaintances on the side.

Li Zimu knew that they weren't talking about anything wrong with this assessment, because they also couldn't see it, what they were talking about was just the performance of the disciples in the field.

Li Zimu began to be a little glad that Zhuge Yinglong was glad that he did not receive this so-called authentic Taoist education, but buried himself in hard study.

"The time is up, please put down the paper and pen in your hands and wait for the final reply"

The yellow-robed Taoist looked at the time and said loudly, and the people in the audience obediently put down the paper and pen in their hands, waiting for the inner disciples next to them to put the paper and pen away and put them on the altar.

"Li Xiaoyou, do you want to see the final result?"

"No, I believe they all have a very good answer" Li Zimu shook his head and refused Zhuge Zheng's request, but the latter did not have much regret on his face, but nodded with a smile.

Several Dao Masters exchanged the blank pieces of paper in their hands back and forth, wrote down their names from time to time, and finally looked at each other and nodded.

"I announce that the closest to the answer in this first level assessment is the disciple of the Diancang Sect, Li Yunlong!"

The applause was accompanied by Zhuge Yinglong's stunned expression, as well as Li Zimu's nonchalant smile.

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