At the mountain gate of the Maha Immeasurable Palace, a group of bored acquaintances are waiting for the return of the abbot.

They are all errand workers sent by various academies to pick up new seedlings, and the level is generally around three or four times in gas refining, and the annual teeth are generally in the fifties, and they all belong to the more senior but mixed old fritters.

The only exception is a blonde and purple-eyed nun with hair, who is as beautiful as a flower, and she stands out in a pile of old ginger in the twilight.

The acquaintances of the other courtyards were secretly a little puzzled, isn't this Qiao Ni one of the famous twin gems of the "Aroma Kitchen" "Guanyin Maiden"? In the past ten years, she has been the most prominent in the Uncovered Conference and the Bon Festival in the Gate, I heard that she is only thirty-six years old this year, and she has already cultivated to the ninth level of Qi refining, and she is one of the few cultivators in the sect who is expected to break through the foundation building period before the age of forty and become a disciple of the inner sect - how could she be assigned by the "Aroma Kitchen" to do such a errand with no technical content?

If you can't figure it out, you can't figure it out, you still have to shoot the sycophants.

After all, everyone has heard that the elder of the Luohan Hall, Dharma, has already spoken publicly, and as long as Guanyin is successfully promoted to the foundation building period, she will be accepted as the third apprentice.

The Maha Immeasurable Palace is an "academy system", and only a very small number of inner disciples who stand out from the crowd will be bright-eyed by the bigwigs above, and they will be divided into the mantle of the door wall.

Outer disciples, inner disciples, and personal disciples, don't look at the name of the difference is not big, in fact, what is the treatment of these three?

The same is Xiuzhen, the outer disciples can only listen to the big lectures, the inner disciples are slightly better, they have the privilege of going to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to access the information, and the disciples don't need anything, they have a master, whether it is a magic pill or a magic weapon talisman, what is lacking and the master can open a small stove by opening his mouth. Not to mention that the outer disciples who are extremely hard can only salivate with envy, jealousy and hatred, even the best among the inner disciples are equally out of reach.

This class is the true elite class of the Maha Infinite Palace, symbolizing the future, hope and future of the Maha Infinite Palace!

The horses' farts were all slapped on the horse's legs.

"If something hadn't happened to the Soup Kitchen today, I would have attended the Bodhi Festival in person!" Guanyin's mood was obviously a little anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, and from time to time she turned her neck to look at the sky in the distance: "So, I'm in a bad mood right now, you'd better not chirp crookedly in front of me!"

"Senior brother is in a bad mood, isn't he, don't be afraid, we have something here to relieve boredom. The knowers cheekily took out a stack of white paper and black letters from their pockets, picked out the most interesting and fun, nodded their heads, and presented them with you and me.

Guanyin looked at these skinless two-skinned faces with a scrutinizing gaze, and anger was faintly present on the pretty faces.

Looking at the old faces full of humility and deference written in front of her, she was still embarrassed to pull down her face after all.

"What the hell?" she frowned as she pulled a blank note at a casual glance.

This is a suicide note.

Before the new seedlings crossed the Red Dust Tribulation, they had to write a suicide note according to the rules and explain the future.

"Hehe, senior brother, read it, these suicide notes are interesting, many new seedlings think that life and death are uncertain, and they dare to write anything into it......" A group of acquaintances smiled and nodded, and explained: "We are idle and idle, and it is best to pass the time with this boring." ”

"Aren't these suicide notes supposed to be filed in the Scripture Pavilion?"

"First ask the senior brother of the Lantern Treasure Hall to come over, and when we finish reading, it's not too late to send it to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. ”

This is the first time Guanyin has come to greet Xinmiao, although she feels that it is not very authentic to snoop on other people's privacy, but she has been waiting here for a long time and is really anxious. Let's just use it to kill time! It's better to be at ease than to listen to these bastards slapping their whiskers and making noise.

As a result, the first suicide note shocked her spirits.

"Under the peach blossom tree, the big-footed black woman. Without saying copper coins, first lay the reed mat bed. Three glasses of muddy liquor, a few heartfelt words. When I return to my hometown, laugh with her. "I chanted three times, Guanyin still felt that her mouth was fragrant, the aftertaste was lingering, and a suicide note could be written so deeply and timelessly but funny chicken thief, it was really unheard of and unheard of. Looking at the inscription again-"Long Aotian"-her serious expression couldn't help but turn into a sneer: "Whose child is this, such a male name who is too lewd, and he is not afraid of dying ......" But looking at the lines on the white paper like a dancing girl with a low waist and a fairy howling tree's vigorous handwriting, she couldn't help but exclaim: "Good words! Good poems! There is really the style of an ancient hermit! It is not in vain to take on the name of Long Aotian!"

"That's it. A middle-aged woman with black and white hair didn't just wait for this to be close to her: "Senior brother, I'm afraid I don't know, the new Miao Long Aotian who wrote this suicide note is also a member of the Sidon Empire, and he is still a fellow countryman with you! By the way, he is still the champion of this year's Bodhi Puja! I heard that Master Xi Wudaunt said that this little junior brother has a nickname in the mortal world, called "Sidon Poetry Immortal"!"

"Is it the one who wrote "Who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng" "Guanyin's beautiful eyes flashed, like a few family treasures, and she said eloquently: "It is the one who wrote "There are flowers and wine, spring is always there, there is no moon and no lights, and the night is bright", "The world is a big dream, and life is a few new and cool", "I am Qingdu Shanshuilang, Tianjiao is lazy and slow", "Venus hangs Beidou behind me, it is better to have a glass of wine in front of you", "What's the use of giving birth to me, I can't laugh." What's the use of destroying me, don't reduce arrogance", "I don't ask people to be rich, people need my articles" immortals?"

He also wrote, "I once whipped a famous horse because I was drunk, for fear that I would tire the beauty." ”

It seems that "I don't hate the ancients, I don't see them, I hate the ancients and I don't see my crazy ears" is also his work. ”

"And "looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine" ......"

"And "Qingfeng deliberately makes it difficult for me to stay, and Mingyue has no intention of taking care of herself" ......"

"There is also "a man is as dead as iron, watch the test hand, and mend the cracks in the sky" ......"

Other acquaintances also followed suit.

The monks who were born in the Maha Wuliang Palace, such as the eunuchs, did not advocate the home cultivation mode of "ignoring the idle things outside the window with both ears and only seeking to soar in the day", and the combination of work and rest such as love for landscapes, dancing and writing and making ink has always been an indispensable part of their cultivation career.

Mortals are like ants in the eyes of monks, but not the masterpieces of art created by ants.

Art is an indispensable spiritual nourishment for all civilizations, and even the cultivation of true civilization, which has a bird's-eye view of all living beings, is also not exempt from vulgarity.

"It seems that he is quite good-looking, and when I went home to save my relatives this year, I heard that this man had caused a great commotion when he entered the capital of Sidon, and the axle of the car was almost crushed by the woman who heard the wind along the way throwing melons and fruits and white grass. However, his age seems to have passed the boundary of new seedlings, right?" Guanyin has a relative who is going to participate in this year's Tribulation Festival, so she has been paying close attention to the situation of the new seedlings in the Sidon Empire, but she has no impression of this Long Aotian at all, it is obviously the "wild seedling" temporarily inserted in the Sidon Courtyard.

Why was an older "wild seedling" who had not been cultivated by a quasi-monk in the middle of the house be absorbed into the Maha Immeasurable Palace?

And he won the champion and got the Moyu token?

"It's not just that she looks pretty good!" The middle-aged nun blushed, desperately lengthening her tone to express her surging and uncontrollable feelings, "I took over a group of white-label rookies on behalf of the "Liberation Pool" last night, and I witnessed Long Aotian's heroic appearance, that is called a handsome, I was ...... I was ......" and she got stuck, and after a long time, she couldn't find a strong adjective to fully express what she wanted to express.

"Really?" Guanyin looked down on the nuns of this release pool more and more, she was still a Buddhist cultivator, and even a man had to chirp and marvel, the Taoist heart was so unstable, no wonder she was still at the level of Qi refining triple when she was old.

"It's more real than a pearl!" The other intellectuals followed and swore a curse: "When he comes back and sees his senior brother, you will know, I have never seen such a beautiful incense fork, and the first time I saw it, it was like ten thousand arrows piercing my heart." ”

"I'm afraid I may not have this eye blessing, the champion of the tribulation does not mean that the champion is also the champion in battle. Guanyin flicked her nails with great disdain: "Every year, the black card has to be taken out for a bloody trial as usual, and in the past twenty years, I am the only one who has survived the old seedlings who have become monks halfway." I was still armed with martial arts back then, what did that beautiful male poet fairy have? Could it be that I could get through the first test with many crises and a high elimination rate by chanting poetry?"

People, if you talk too much, you will be easily slapped in the face.

Not long after these words were spoken, the abbot of the head of the house rushed back to the mountain gate.

"Guess what, big guys, how many black-card seedlings have passed the bloody first test this time?" King Kong Sanzang's face was full of joy that could not be concealed.

The monks are not fools, looking at the smug face of the master, they also know that the number of people who have passed this time must be far greater than in the past.

"Gotta have ...... There must be ten people, right?" "According to past experience, the elimination rate of one to ten is a relatively ideal number, this year's black rookie has a total of eighty-three people, it stands to reason that eight people can pass the test is very good, but for the sake of their own head is so good, the number may as well be a little more relaxed, a little more relaxed.

"Not only ten! You're too conservative!"

"Eleven?"

"Twelve?"

"Thirteen?"

According to the face of the leader, the acquaintances raised one after another.

kept shouting until twenty, King Kong Sanzang was still silent.

The intellectuals all grinned and raised their eyebrows, their eyes extremely shocked.

If it was a bit of a performance just now, now they feel incredible from the bottom of their hearts.