The old monk's eyes flickered even more when he heard the gray mist complaining there, and suddenly, he asked, "Are your qualifications very poor?" How come you are still in the position of intern disciple at this age? ”

The old monk thought that it was very normal for Gray Mist to have poor qualifications, after all, if he grew up training in the Nanchao Temple since he was a child, anyone with ordinary qualifications would be able to become a formal disciple before he became an adult.

A formal disciple is also a disciple of a master, who is attached to the name of a master and receives the teachings of the master.

Unless you have very poor qualifications, you will stay in the apprenticeship stage.

But this kind of person has a strong sense of belonging to the Nanchao Temple, these people have grown up in the Nanchao Temple since they were children, and if they really want to let it out, don't say whether the disciples are willing or not, even the Nanchao Temple is reluctant.

Usually for this kind of people, the Nanchao Temple will let them go down to the earth to experience Hongchen when they become adults, and only after a few years of training Hongchen can they return to the temple and continue to practice in the Nanchao Temple.

The reason why the temple will let them go down to earth to experience is to let them get in touch with the outside world of flowers.

If he is still willing to return to the Nanchao Temple after coming into contact with the outside world, it proves that this person's Dao heart is firm, and the Nanchao Temple is willing to spend a lot of money to cultivate him regardless of his qualifications.

And some of the people who did not come back according to the specified time after the training, the Nanchao Temple would not feel sorry for the loss of them.

In the eyes of this old monk, the gray mist looked so big on the outside, and he must have returned to the temple after going down to the earth. The cigarette in his mouth is also the best proof, how can a monk who has not been trained in the world smoke a cigarette?

However, this monk was destined to guess wrong, Gray Mist shook his head, and said helplessly: "I am not a monk who grew up in the Nanchao Temple since I was a child, but I came in halfway through the guò assessment. ”

Although the old man in front of him was very suitable for Gray Mist, Gray Mist was not stupid enough to expose all his identities. So when he said this, he withheld a message and did not say when he would enter the Nanchao Temple.

Although the Nanchao Temple is located in a remote area and is secluded, there are many people who come to the Nanchao Temple every year. Among them, many parents took the initiative to bring their young children over, just so that their children could practice in the Nanchao Temple.

The Southern Dynasty Temple has a deep heritage, and there are naturally some criteria for selecting disciples. Under the selective selection criteria of the Southern Dynasty Temple, some disciples with excellent qualifications are selected every year like a big wave of sand.

With an identity like Gray Mist, what is said well is an intern disciple, and what is not said is a miscellaneous servant.

When others are practicing. They were carrying water; While others are eating, they are chopping wood; When others are sleeping, they have to get up early and pour the night incense (you know~).

This is completely the treatment of miscellaneous servants, and miscellaneous servants are also the largest number of members in the Southern Dynasty Temple. To put it bluntly, the significance of miscellaneous servants in the Southern Dynasty Temple. It's about serving other people.

As for the lower ones, there is no more, because there is no lower rank than the miscellaneous servants in the Nanchao Temple.

"Oh......" The old monk touched the smooth head on top of his head, and suddenly realized that he had joined in halfway, no wonder he didn't recognize this person.

The old monk lowered his head and thought about something, but the time for the gray mist to blow out had arrived.

The gray mist took the last puff of the cigarette deeply, and the cigarette was completely burned to the position of the cigarette butt, and bursts of choking white mist appeared.

Gray Mist reluctantly bounced away the last trace of sparks, threw the cigarette butt into the woods on the side, and turned his head to pat the old monk on the shoulder. Signaling that he was leaving.

This old monk looks old, there are so many people in the Nanchao Temple, and the place is very big, and the next time he smokes, he doesn't know what year, month, time and place, it is estimated that he will never meet this old man again.

However, Gray Mist was not used to saying parting words, and sadness or anything was not his style, so he said goodbye to the old man in a way that he thought was very gentlemanly, and turned to leave.

Seeing the gray mist leave without looking back, the old monk seemed to see a pack of cigarettes with wings in front of his eyes and flew away slowly.

No way! Absolutely not! For an old smoking gun. Giving up a single cigarette is a shameful act!!

"Do you want to become a full disciple?" The old monk's bland voice sounded in Gray Mist's ears, and Gray Mist had never felt that this voice was full of magnetism at this moment, and it simply stabbed him in the heart......

Gray Mist turned his head without thinking, and replied in a loud voice: "Think!! "--God-like seconds.

As long as there is any opportunity to become a full disciple. The gray fog will not be spared. He has never forgotten the reason why he joined the Nanchao Temple, if he didn't succeed in his studies, how could he go back to help his eldest brother? Not to mention revenge?

"For a monk like you, who was added halfway through, it is very difficult to become a full-fledged disciple. However, it is not without a way to ......" Successfully stopping the figure of the gray mist advancing, the old monk said gracefully. The last words are still unfinished.

The old monk's eyes kept looking towards Gray Mist's arms, this look was too revealing to make Gray Mist's body chill, and he quietly took a few steps back.

Although he really wanted to take revenge on the Plague God Sect and wanted to go back to help his eldest brother, he still insisted on the unwavering qaq of the hundred-year-old line of selling his art......

"Ahem......" Seeing that the gray mist did not say anything, the monk coughed a few times. This man is really elm headed, and he has hinted that it is so obvious that he still doesn't understand what he means.

"Tomorrow there is a master who wants to recruit apprentices, and it just so happens that I have a recommendation qualification, I can give you this qualification, but you have to ......" There are four words that indicate that the old monk was interrupted by the gray mist of emotion before he could say these four words-

"I'm not a sell-out!!"

"Ahem, cough, cough, cough......" The old monk was really angry this time, does he seem to have this special hobby?! The old monk glanced at the gray mist angrily, and said bluntly: "Give me the cigarette, I recommend you to go." ”

I want cigarettes? Gray Mist suddenly realized, and then glanced at the old monk embarrassedly, cough cough, he ...... Isn't this also because other people's eyes are too ...... What's that......

However, this pack of cigarettes, but I saved it by eating and saving, and I gave it away for a recommendation qualification that was not guaranteed, which is really a bit painful.

I can't bear the child's wolf, so I'm done!

Once he made up his mind, Gray Mist took out the cigarette in his arms very neatly and respectfully offered it to the old monk.

The old monk, the old god, stretched out his hand on the ground—huh? I can't pump |^_^||.

I'm pushing harder -- I still can't ^_^ pull it!!。

With all his might, the cigarette finally came out of Gray Mist's hand. (To be continued.) )