Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, in the three-star cave of the oblique moon, the Bodhi Patriarch sits on the futon, preaching on the high altar, and the children of the Tao are sitting below, all of them are listening carefully on their faces, without distractions, and concentrated.

And in the hall, an ape dressed in Taoist robes, squatting on the futon, his eyes rolling, looking at the senior brothers beside him from time to time, and scratching his ears and cheeks when he heard the wonders, he was overjoyed.

Patriarch Bodhi didn't care about the small actions below, after finishing today's homework, he shook off the dust as white as snow, and looked down at the young and immature faces below with a pair of deep eyes, with a serious face, and asked in a deep voice: "You have been under my door for three years, and the time of Mengtong has passed, so I will come to the school to test you today, if you don't succeed, you have no chance with my way, go down the mountain!"

"Patriarch! disciples are willing to serve the patriarch for the rest of their lives!" A rather clever little Taoist boy hurriedly got up and walked in front of the Bodhi patriarch in an old-fashioned manner, and was about to bow down to perform the real worship ceremony, but was brushed by the Bodhi patriarch, and the body that was originally going to bow down was held up by a gentle force, and he could no longer move.

"The Tao is natural, whether it is successful or not, there is a fate, and it cannot be forced!" said the Bodhi Patriarch, shaking his head slightly, shaking off the dust, and said leisurely.

As he spoke, a spacious open space appeared in the main hall, and the Bodhi Patriarch looked at the hundreds of children below, and said leisurely: "Today, I will show you what you have learned one by one, whether you succeed or not, you have your own public opinion!"

"Patriarch, the disciple is willing to show his strengths!" As soon as the Bodhi Patriarch's voice fell, a boy spoke.

"Hmm!" Patriarch Bodhi looked at this disciple who spoke out, he had excellent roots and bones, he was born smart, but he was a good seedling of cultivation, with a smile on his face, and he bowed slightly.

Seeing this, Xiaodao Tong smiled, happily ran to the open space in the main hall, first bowed to the Bodhi Patriarch, and then turned to look at the surrounding people, the little face was slightly red, but still calmed down, took out a seed from the fat little hand, put it in the palm, and then his eyes flashed slightly, as if there was a flash of aura, his lips squirmed slightly, and there was a faint aura in his body escaping out.

With both hands skillfully pinching, the seeds in front of him were in front of him, and after this Tong Fa continued to enter the seeds, the original ordinary seeds began to grow inferiorly, first germinating, then stretching the stems and leaves, and finally began to bud one by one under the backdrop of green leaves.

Xiao Daotong's face was full of joy, his face became more and more ruddy, and finally his hands were closed, and his fingertips pointed out a spiritual light, and the immature child's voice shouted softly: "Open!"

If there is no Taoist sound, the buds on the stems and leaves in front of the little Taoist boy suddenly open, the petals stretch to the fullest, the silk stamens are full of fragrance, and the rich fragrance of flowers in the hall is overflowing, as if you are in the field of spring, and the eyes are full of vitality full of flowers.

"Good !!"

"That's amazing!"

The little Taoist children below cheered one by one, although there may be deep jealousy in their hearts, but more Taoist children are still simple-minded, and they all cheer from the bottom of their hearts.

Seeing this scene, the little Taoist boy in the main hall also straightened his chest and looked at the Bodhi Patriarch with anticipation.

But the Bodhi Patriarch on the high platform frowned, and sighed leisurely: "I talked about life and death before, because I want you to understand that everything in heaven and earth has laws, and what we have to do is to go with the flow, do nothing, do nothing, do nothing. But today you used a spell to make this seed that should bloom in the coming year bloom early, although you gained a short-term beauty, but you sacrificed the original vitality of this seed. Do you think you've done a good job of sacrificing a flower's life for your own selfishness?"

Hearing this, the little Daotong's face immediately turned white, and he squirmed his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he was silent, and after hesitating for a while, the little Daotong seemed to have tears in the corners of his eyes, and his fat little hands picked up the flowers blooming in front of him, staggered, and walked out of the hall.

After a while, the little Taoist boy returned, covered in mud, but with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"Patriarch, the disciple knows his mistakes, the life of a flower is also life, the disciple has planted this flower and rooted in the earth, if the disciple has the opportunity, he will take care of this flower every day to make up for the mistakes made by the disciple!"

"Knowing that mistakes can be changed, good is great!" Bodhi Patriarch nodded slightly, "In the future, this flower will be handed over to you to take care of, the flower will bloom, life and death will wither, if you calm down and feel the life of a flower, it will also be a fate for you!"

"Ancestor Xie is complete!"

"You have been under my door for three years, and you have always been known as a common name, and today I will give you a Dharma name!" As soon as Patriarch Bodhi said this, Xiao Daotong's face was full of joy, and he hurriedly bowed to the teacher, kowtowed, and said, "Thank you, Master!"

"Well, there are twelve characters in my door, which are Guang, Da, Zhi, Hui, Zhen, Ru, Sex, Hai, Ying, Wu, Yuan, and Jue, and are assigned to you as the tenth generation. ”

"Today, if you take flowers as the way, you will be given the Dharma name Wuhua as a teacher!" said Patriarch Bodhi in a deep voice.

"Master Xie gave the name, and the disciple will be called Wuhua in the future!" Xiao Daotong, that is, Wuhua, said happily.

"Well, you stand down! Who else wants to show it?" said the Bodhi Patriarch, looking at the hundreds of little Taoist children below, there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes, just a trace of news, so many people wanted to worship his disciples.

It's not impossible to accept apprentices, but it depends on whether you can get into the eyes. At least, just now, this enlightenment flower was able to enter the eyes of the Bodhi Patriarch and be accepted as a disciple.

As for the other little Taoists, it depends on their respective fate!

Bodhi Patriarch's words fell, and another little Taoist boy came out.

This little Taoist boy is very burly among his peers, and his arms are almost as thick as the legs of other little Taoist children, at this time he walked to the center of the main hall with a big grin, and after arching his hand to the Bodhi Patriarch, he looked at the little Taoist children around him proudly, "Look at my boxing skills!"

Saying that, this little Taoist boy spread out on the top of the main hall, and every time he threw a punch, a strong wave of qi raged in the main hall, and a set of boxing techniques were played, making it a tiger and a tiger.

After a while, after a set of boxing techniques, Xiao Daotong's face was slightly ruddy, he straightened his chest, and looked at Bodhi Patriarch expectantly.

"Born with divine power, but the spiritual root is insufficient, and I have no relationship with my Tao!" said the Bodhi Patriarch, slightly shaking off the dust, the little Taoist boy on the main hall did not react, he was wrapped in a warm wind, and when he woke up, he had already left Fangcun Mountain, appeared in the original home, and his face was blue with anger, and finally he cried.

"Okay, next!, who else?" said Patriarch Bodhi again.

With two vivid examples, the rest of the little Taoist children are a lot more cautious, and they are also cautious about the content on display, and they must let the ancestor catch their eyes.

Among the next dozen or so Taoist children, only four or five were accepted by Bodhi Ancestor, but the others had no chance and were sent down the mountain.

"The ancestor is above, and the disciple's grandfather is Changyun Old Immortal—uh!" Before this fairy tale was finished, it was sent away by the Bodhi Patriarch.

Then came another round of brutal elimination for these Dao Tong, only two of the more than 30 Xiao Dao Tong remained, and the further they went, the more demanding the Bodhi Patriarch seemed to be.

Many little Taoist children looked at this scene, their faces were a little faintly pale, their little hands were pinched together, and their knuckles began to turn slightly white unconsciously.

"Who else wants to show it?" Patriarch Bodhi looked at these little Taoist children below, shook his head slightly, qualification does not determine everything, and the heart is also part of the assessment, if you encounter a slight setback, you will be in chaos, you can't concentrate, and you can't go far in the future.

"Patriarch, the disciple wants to play against you!" When he was secretly thinking, a childish voice came, and the Bodhi Patriarch followed the sound and saw a fair-eyed little Taoist boy holding a chessboard and two chess boxes in both hands, calmly stepped forward, and said with anticipation.

"Oh, play against me?" Patriarch Bodhi couldn't help but smile, so many Taoist children, all of them wanted to behave well in front of themselves, and they didn't dare to come out when they saw their own atmosphere, and a little better was also respectful and respectful, listening to the teachings. Now that Meng Buding met a little Taoist boy, he dared to play against himself generously, not to mention anything else, it was rare to have this heart.

As soon as he thought of this, Patriarch Bodhi was also interested, "Okay, it's rare that you have this thought, I'll talk to you about it!"

"Ancestor Xie is complete!" This Dao Tong walked to the stage of the Bodhi Patriarch, and after placing the chessboard, he first saluted respectfully, and then knelt on the ground, his body was straight, and his face with clear eyebrows showed a trace of heroism, "Ancestor, but the disciple doesn't want to use the method of encircling the game, but wants to use the method of the game created by the disciple to play against you!"

"Oh, let's hear it!" Patriarch Bodhi looked at this little Taoist boy with clear eyebrows, with a sense of aura on his body, and he liked it a little in his heart, and at this time he was also quite lenient and asked patiently.

"Patriarch, the method of the game created by the disciple is very simple, the chess game is vertical and horizontal, and only the five sons need to be connected in a line, even if you win!" Xiaodao Tong's immature voice sounded, and explained the rules of the game in detail.

"Hehe! This Go is a skill that embraces heaven and earth, but it is ingenious to you, although it is a bit tricky, this exquisite mind is also rare!" Patriarch Bodhi sat on the high platform, stretched out his hand, and a chess piece was gently pushed between his fingers.

"The disciple will go first!" Xiao Daotong looked at the black chess in the hand of the Bodhi Patriarch, knowing that the Bodhi Patriarch would not seize the opportunity because of his identity, so he reached out and took out a white piece from the chess box next to him and landed on the chessboard.

Syllable!

A crisp sound sounded, a piece fell on the chessboard, and then the sound of falling pieces snapped unconsciously, and soon the chessboard was black and white, and the situation was vertical and horizontal.

"Lian Huo San, Ancestor, you lost!" Xiao Daotong saw sweat on his forehead, and dropped a chess piece in his hand to a position, before wiping the sweat on his forehead and breathing a sigh of relief.

"Well, really!" Patriarch Bodhi looked at the chess pieces in his hand that had not yet fallen, shook his head and chuckled, and the chess pieces in his hand were pinched on the tips of his fingers, and he couldn't fall for a long time.

"Bold, you actually dare to win the patriarch!!" Patriarch Bodhi had not yet spoken, and among the remaining Taoist children who had not yet been admitted to the school not far away, there was a young and mature Taoist boy who suddenly stood up and scolded loudly.

"Ancestor, how can such a disrespectful disciple be your disciple, just let the disciple teach him a lesson on your behalf!" The cold glint in the eyes of this little Taoist boy flickered, and there was an extra peachwood sword in his hand at some point, although it was a wooden sword, but it was painted with cinnabar dan, and the aura poured into it could kill people.

Holding a peachwood sword, Xiao Daotong didn't wait for the Bodhi Patriarch to reply, so he rushed towards the little Daotong who was playing the game, and the sword blade went straight to the Daotong's bun, but he wanted to cut off the Daotong's hair with a sword, so that the Xiaodao Tong could not become a teacher.