The Book Mountain is the first level of the temple, and if you pass through the Book Mountain, you can enter the real temple, not the temple of Chen Guo. At this time, it was only more than 20 days since everyone entered the cave, and in the cave, everyone was convinced that the cave was related to the temple in this world, after all, after spending countless hours checking the information, the only thing they didn't understand was the temple, what else could it be if it wasn't the temple? They were not like Guan Mingyu's system, they had to collect information, find information, and run all over the five countries of the Central Plains, and twenty days was already very fast.

No matter how everyone entered the temple, whether they forcibly beat it, or smuggled it in, or even waited for the palace test three months later to change the prince with a tanuki, these were all tossed by everyone. This talent law will change significantly, but also temporarily invited a lot of talents, even the knowledge and action they have seen are shocking, the process of time is not to worry, this battlefield is a triple stage, or Guan Mingyu is a strong hole card, and the rest is to make up the number.

"I don't know how the Zhixing girl will enter the holy mountain? She is the heir of the school palace under the palace, the six arts of Confucianism, I am afraid that she is not much better than the saints of this world, is she going in with great fanfare, or sneaking into the temple?"

"However, this world is a prosperous era of Wenhua, so it is too cheap for Confucian monks. At least those who can enter the cave are also the talents who have awakened the light of their minds, even if they don't make any small moves, they can directly refer to them with a temporary identity, with their background, if they don't meet the same kind of people, there is no problem in winning the head of the government test, and they can finally enter the temple. And the three veins of Dao, Buddha and Demon, and even the monks of the Three Kingdoms, do not have this kind of Confucianism and Taoism, is the evaluation standard different or what?"

While thinking about it, Guan Mingyu smashed three thousand cause and effect points, hid all the essence and spirit, and hid it on Su Lin's body and headed towards the temple. Su Lin's entry into the temple is a high-level secret, even if a half-step primordial god like Zhixing enters the cave, he may not be able to detect this, didn't he see that Cheng Yuanshan was traveling in disguise?

The temple of Chen Guo is in the east city, and a huge palace covering an area of 100 acres stands in the center. Guan Mingyu has most of the information in the Central Plains, and naturally knows that the temple is not only a place of worship, but also connected to the Great Wall and gathers the talents of the world, so it is normal for it to occupy such a huge area.

Entering the temple, Surin's heart kept stirring. Since obtaining the "Confucianism and Taoism Holy Scriptures", I can be said to have come and gone, and I have become the head of the case in one step, and I can use it even under the suppression of the temple, with such ability, who will dare to look down on me from this day on? He had a clear mind and entered the temple under the guidance of the old eunuch.

Of course, those old eunuchs were not qualified to enter the temple, Su Lin thanked him, and walked towards the temple with his green shirt swinging. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, looking at the huge square in front of him, the magnificent palace, and in front of him was what he had called the "temples" in the materials he had consulted these days. Seeing a few people waiting outside the temple, Surin raised his feet and stepped inside.

As soon as he entered the temple, a slight sense of suppression arose, but Su Lin didn't care, because when he entered the Tribute Courtyard, there was suppression, how could the temple not have it? After trying it in Zhihai, the "Confucian and Taoist Holy Scriptures" could still be opened, he breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly to the front, and pushed open the doors of the temples.

The temples are the places where talents gather, and all the talents of the world are transported from here to the Great Wall, protecting the entire Central Plains and the five countries. The palace was unusually quiet, with countless statues enshrined in all directions of the temple, and unlike the dense sculptures on the left and right, there were only three statues in front of it, one of which was a tall old man, located in the center of the three statues. On the left-hand side is a king with a high ancient crown, who is the king of Wen who has customized the Zhou ceremony. On the right-hand side is a slightly thin old man, who is none other than the sub-saint Mencius. Each of these three great sages and saints can be called the savior of the human race, and they are also the only saints so far, and the only two sub-saints.

With a longing mood, Su Lin silently bowed to the saints in his heart, and then raised his feet to the temples and entered.

The moment Su Lin's left foot reached into the gate, the dazzling light instantly lit up, and the entire hall was like another sun, shining so that Su Lin was only left with light in front of him. These rays of light were mixed with all kinds of points of light, like moths to a fire, and drilled into Su Lin's mind.

Pressure, pressure everywhere, swarmed into Surin's mind. In the midst of these pressures, countless majestic or benevolent reading voices sounded in the void, and in Su Lin's mind, either the old man with a high ancient crown, or the middle-aged man in a green shirt, or the kind and kind, or the majestic and domineering......

Su Lin knew that he couldn't panic at this time, this was the condensation of the literary thoughts left by the saints, and the test was his own literary position, and it had nothing to do with the strength of the strength. He let out a loud shout, and the nine bricks in the Zhihai rose up, merging with all the saints. As soon as the two came into contact, the light of literary and talented energy returned to the statues of saints like green smoke.

With the surge of talent, all the literary fantasies have been calmed. Su Lin breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he was the real head of the case, and he was still a saint before the child, otherwise these Wen Si would cause his Zhihai to collapse, even if he didn't die, he would be a vegetative person.

It seems that the saints have approved of themselves. Su Lin straightened his robe, stepped across the temple, and walked in from the side. Next stop, Book Mountain. Only after passing the mountain of books can one enter the real temple.

The mountain of books is the source of all mountains, and all the books that can attract talent in Chen Guo can be found here. No one knows the assessment of Shushan, even Hanlin Cheng Yuanshan doesn't know the details inside, everything can only be explored by himself.

Entering the main hall of Shushan, Su Lin's eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in a warm world of birds and flowers. In this world, everything is so harmonious, the birds sing in the forest, the flowers bloom under the trees, the jungle rises towards the sun, and the water flows under the bridge.

Surin suddenly had the idea to stay here forever. But at this moment, his eyes suddenly turned red, and an agitated spirit woke up in an instant.

"Thankfully, I've come to my senses. If I have a sense of attachment, I am afraid that I will never take another step in my life, let alone climb the mountain of books and enter the true temple? In this way, I can only wait for the saints to send me out of the temple, and I will not even be able to go to the real temple, and I will never be seen from now on."

He gathered his thoughts, made sure of his thoughts, and began to walk slowly forward. In front of it is a wooden bridge, and under the wooden bridge is a small stream that is a foot deep, and the cliff wall is steep. This was the only way Surin had found, and he lifted his steps, calmed down his miscellaneous thoughts, and walked up with his feet up.

As he walked up, the bridge shook slightly, as if it had fallen into disrepair. Su Lin was stunned for a moment, but there was a road in front of him, how could he go back? He gritted his teeth, took another step, and walked up.

At the moment when others walked up completely, the bridge shook violently, and the entire bridge made a creaking sound, and even people could not stand on their feet. Su Lin panicked, reached out and grabbed the edge of the bridge, but it was still to no avail, the amplitude of the shaking was getting bigger and bigger, and he became more and more panicked, the wooden bridge seemed to be about to fall apart, Rao grabbed the stake and was almost thrown out. Fortunately, he has opened up Zhihai, has a literary position, and is physically strong after being baptized by talent, otherwise he would have been thrown down in this shaking.

Calm, calm, he kept telling himself. Taking a deep breath, he suddenly noticed that the shaking of the bridge had flattened, and he was gradually able to move slowly across it. He was overjoyed, and was about to act, when the shaking of the wooden bridge became violent again.

"Could it be that this wooden bridge is the embodiment of a state of mind, your own mind is calm, the wooden bridge is calm, your mind fluctuates, and the wooden bridge vibrates?"

As he calmed down, the wooden bridge really stopped shaking, and he carefully controlled his emotions, moving step by step on the slightly vibrating wooden bridge, and soon moved to the edge of the other end.

Su Lin counted his steps, and saw that it was not far away, but the bridge suddenly shook again, even bigger than it was at its peak. He was holding the stake so hard that he was almost hanging from the bridge, and he could only smile bitterly: "I just said it's not that simple, sure enough." ”

He hung on the bridge, taking a deep breath of air to force himself to calm down, calculating what he could do. The vibration of the wooden bridge has nothing to do with the mood, it is obviously the last level of the wooden bridge, and I must pass it. As long as you pass this hurdle, you will have the next step.

Looking at the road, he slowly increased the shaking amplitude with the vibration of the wooden bridge, ready to jump over it at the highest altitude, his strength was not strong enough, and it was impossible to move it by hand. As his shaking amplitude continued to increase, his heart also became happy, and at the moment of the highest point, he gritted his teeth fiercely and shook out with all his strength.

But at this moment, the stake he was holding suddenly broke, and the accumulated strength had not been fully exerted, and he had no force point, so he could only instinctively draw a parabola, but looking at his own situation, he couldn't shake the other side.

What to do? What to do? For half a breath, Su Lin's mind was like a flash of lightning, imagining what he should do. If you can't catch it and fall into the stream, will you be able to cross it? This cliff is so shaking, you will definitely not be able to climb up. If you follow the stream, can you reach the other side?

At this time, he had a flash of inspiration and made a decision between half a breath. At this time, Guan Mingyu was also anxious, he was not Su Lin, his consciousness swept around, except for this wooden bridge, there was no place around where this stream could be crossed. He was about to help him, when he saw a trace of hideousness flash on Su Lin's face, and shouted: "A!"

Zhihai's talent flashed, and a thick armor appeared on Su Lin's chest.

Su Lin shouted again: "The arrow is coming!"

As he shouted, nine arrows visible to the naked eye appeared in the air, and Guan Mingyu didn't know why, so he saw nine arrows heading straight towards Su Lin's chest.

Guan Mingyu was dumbfounded, watching Su Lin be shot by nine arrows, and the armor on his chest blocked the arrows, but the power was acting on him, just like the impala fit, Su Lin was already about to fall, but like a double realm king fist, he flew up again, and then drew a wonderful parabola and fell to the ground opposite the stream.