Chapter 36: The Charm of Conscience

"You see, this is where the mountain gate of our Zixiao Palace is located, the Ziyun Mountain Range. If you really enter this gate in the future, this is where your master is located. But now, you wait to follow me to the main peak Liumi Peak's Gong Transmission Hall, tell me about your origins, and then test your cultivation in detail. After taking in the surprised and excited expressions of several people, the young man smiled, and then pointed at the highest mountain.

Zhou Moyang and the others naturally didn't have any opinions, and immediately the young man surnamed Naying drove the huge bowl under his feet and went straight to the so-called "Liumi Peak" in the distance. On the way, they met several monks passing by, most of them were low-level monks in the Qi refining period, and when they saw the young man, they immediately greeted him respectfully, it seemed that this young man was not famous in this Zixiao Palace.

The only foundation monk I met was a yellow-robed monk with pointed ears and monkey cheeks. The other party happened to fly down from the Liumi Peak, and when he saw the young man surnamed Ying, he was stunned at first, but then greeted with a smile on his face: "Senior Brother Ying, are these people all new disciples, it seems that there are not many people this time," this person was very enthusiastic about the young man, but he didn't look at Zhou Moyang and several other casual cultivators at all, and he looked very meritorious.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Yan, these people still have to go through the test of the Mind Asking Technique, and after reporting to the head of the sect to know, they can be regarded as official disciples of this sect. Now it's just a candidate. This heroic young man surnamed Ying, when he saw this yellow-robed monk, his face frowned inadvertently, but he still replied lightly.

"In this way, Senior Brother, you also know that Senior Brother and I are still in a shortage of two talisman disciples, how about it be better to directly divide the two of them from these people and belong to my disciples", the yellow-robed monk immediately asked with a smile after rolling his eyes.

Only then did his gaze catch up on the crowd behind the young man. Zhou Moyang's face was as usual, but he felt a little uncomfortable. This person's gaze disgusted him, and he actually regarded them as things, and listened to the tone, and really wanted to use them as coolies. When several other casual cultivators heard this, their faces also changed, and they didn't seem to have a good impression of this person either.

"Senior Brother Yan, I can't call the shots in this matter. You know, this matter of assigning disciples has always been handled by the master. If the senior brother really thinks that the talisman making disciples are not enough, he can go to the head of the sect to apply for it. Senior brother still has important things to do, and Senior Brother Wei Chi is still waiting for a few of us, so I won't accompany him much. The young man surnamed Ying also knew a lot about the temperament of the yellow-robed monk, and immediately rejected the other party's request. Then he immediately found an excuse, urged the spiritual weapon under his feet, and took Zhou Moyang and the others to a pavilion on the mountainside.

The yellow-robed monk wanted to open his mouth and continue to entangle, but when he heard the words "Senior Brother Wei Chi", a trace of hesitation appeared on his face, and he was stunned, and he actually let the young man leave. Looking at the figure of the young man and the others entering the pavilion in the distance, the yellow-robed monk's expression was still cloudy. After he looked down and thought for a while, he suddenly snorted coldly, and the person turned into a yellow light and flew towards another mountain peak.

At this time, the young man had already taken Zhou Moyang and a few others into the first floor of the attic. In the attic, a thin young man was half-lying on the sandalwood Taishi chair, holding a roll of bamboo slips and reading with relish. Seeing this, Zhou Moyang was surprised for a while.

This person is only about thirty years old, but his cultivation has reached the realm of the late stage of foundation building, and he is definitely a rare talent. At his current age, he has a great chance of forming a golden pill and entering the golden pill stage. No wonder the annoying yellow-robed monk didn't dare to dwell on this person's name anymore.

When the other monks saw the thin young man cultivating like this, they also looked at each other a few times. At this time, this person had already put down the bamboo slip in his hand, and after glancing at the young man surnamed Ying, he said softly: "Senior Brother Ying, I have worked hard for you," and then his eyes turned and fell on Zhou Moyang and the others, and looked at them one by one.

He looked very carefully, and looked very slowly from head to toe, until most people looked at it with trepidation, but I don't know if it was Zhou Moyang's illusion, he found that when the other party's eyes saw him, he seemed to subconsciously pause, and then his eyes jumped directly to others a little quickly.

Zhou Moyang thought that it was impossible for the other party to see any flaws, but he quietly remembered this matter in his heart. After a while, this Senior Brother Wei Chi retracted his gaze, and then calmly lowered his waist, and a dozen silver talismans appeared in the palm of his hand.

"There were only seven people this time, which wasn't much different from what I expected. Otherwise, if there are more people, my conscience charm here is really not enough. Senior Brother Ying put these talismans on the bodies of these Taoist friends for a while. When the effect of the talisman is at work, I will bring them to my ashram. Senior Brother Wei Chi's voice was very cold, and as soon as he put these talismans in the young man's hand, he stood up and walked to the second floor without looking back.

However, when the thin young man walked slowly up the corner stairs, for some reason, he suddenly bent over and coughed sharply with his back to several people. Listening to the voice, it seemed to be painful, but then he stood up and disappeared at the top of the stairs to the bewildered gaze of the crowd.

Seeing this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Moyang's eyes, but then he disappeared without a trace and returned to normal. After the young man surnamed Ying showed a somewhat worried expression in his eyes, he sighed, turned around and said to Zhou Moyang and the others: "These in my hand are the heart talismans of this sect. I don't think you need to elaborate on the effect of this talisman, and you should also know its function when you hear the name. If you have a bad idea, or if you have other plans to fool you out, it's best to quit now. Otherwise, if you find out something wrong in a while, don't blame us for being unkind. ”

As soon as he finished saying these words, the young man's eyes flashed coldly, and he coldly swept the seven people opposite. Although his tone was a little eerie, naturally no one would stand up at this time. So, the young man surnamed Ying nodded slowly, and with a wave of his hands, seven silver lights flew out, just one by one, sticking to each person's right shoulder.

The young man then sat down cross-legged without hurrying, and no longer paid attention to the seven of them, closing his eyes and recuperating. These few people looked at each other, although they each had ideas in their hearts, but naturally they didn't dare to tear up this talisman of question, so they had to wait with wide eyes.

At this moment, Zhou Moyang tilted his head slightly, glanced at the silver talisman close at hand on his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, but immediately it was nothing. It didn't take long for the talisman on Zhou Moyang's shoulder to suddenly shine with silver light, and then flickered brightly and dimly.

The young man surnamed Ying who was sitting cross-legged noticed something, opened his eyes suddenly, and said to Zhou Moyang without emotion: "You go up there." Senior Brother Wei Chi is waiting for you there," Zhou Moyang heard this, glanced at the talisman on the side again, and left without saying a word. A moment later, the man was standing on the second floor of the pavilion. It was empty, and there was nothing but two futons.

The thin young man sat cross-legged on one of the futons, and when he saw Zhou Moyang coming up, he immediately showed a faint smile on his face, and pointed at the other futon in front of him with his right hand: "Sit down, don't worry, it will be over soon." Asking the mind is not an evil spell, it is just a matter of judging whether your answer is true or a lie. ”

Although the judgment of this technique cannot be said to be completely correct, there is not the slightest error. But ten of them are **, and they are still right. Therefore, I will ask you ten questions, and if more than three of them are judged to be false, you will not be accepted by this sect, and you will understand."

"I know," Zhou Moyang sighed lightly, nodded honestly, and then sat down on the futon in front of the young man. However, Zhou Moyang was a little unimpressed at this time. For him, who had cultivated the "Refining God Decision" and his divine soul was extremely powerful, the cultivators of the same level used the Mind Asking Technique against him, which had little effect. Besides, apart from some personal **, there is no need for him to lie about other things.

"Okay, let's start asking. Let's start with your background......" Senior Brother Wei Chi glanced at the silver talisman flashing on Zhou Moyang's shoulder, and began to ask. Two hours later, Zhou Moyang and the other seven people flew out of the pavilion, and then went straight to the mountain.

Seven people, including Zhou Moyang, were all judged to be fine by the thin young man. Therefore, a few people now only need to go to the head of the Zixiao Palace to approve and register their names, and they will be considered official disciples of the Zixiao Palace.

The main peak, Liumi Peak, is 3,000 zhang high, surrounded by the side hills, like the stars and the moon, looking down on the other mountain peaks and the pale blue half-moon-shaped lake. And this giant peak, from the mountainside, is shrouded in a lilac mist, hazy, full of indescribable mystery.

At the foot of Liumi Peak, there are dense buildings of all sizes around this mountain, ranging from a few simple stone houses to huge halls as large as ten zhang high, as well as many bluestone streets similar to bazaars, which are criss-crossed in a messy manner. On both sides of these streets, there are some stalls of all kinds, some people are selling something, and many disciples of the Zixiao Palace are walking among them, bargaining with the owners of these stalls.

The young man surnamed Ying urged the spirit weapon to pass by, and flew straight to the top of the mountainside at a height of 2,000 zhang, and a stone hall stood alone. This stone hall is all made of cyan boulders, about ten zhang high, and there is a small side hall of six or seven zhang high on both sides. At this time, at the stone platform in front of the temple gate, several monks flew in and out.

The young man surnamed Ying lowered the copper bowl and let Zhou Moyang and the others go down one by one. Then he made a squeeze, causing the bowl to shrink rapidly and put it in the storage bag. "You wait here for a while, I'll go to the head of the house first, and then call you to wait in." After saying this, the young man stopped paying attention to the strides of the few people.

Several foundation building monks at the door, obviously knowing the young man surnamed Ying, did not have the slightest intention of stepping forward to interrogate, so they watched him enter the temple gate. At this time, the guards looked at Zhou Moyang and the others who were a little farther away with curious eyes, and seemed to guess some of their identities. >