As a result, not only did he not listen, but he mysteriously settled accounts for everyone: "Do you know when people spend the most money in this life? Well, in short, seven or eight out of ten of the money people save in this life is spent to continue their lives. Do you think that the rules of opening the pulse, regardless of age, are set up in my proclamation for those monks who are devoted to the Tao? No, those two are specially made by me for those old people who are wealthy and do not worry about money but are afraid of short lives.

According to diligent estimates, there should be nearly a thousand households with a million people in Wild Wolf Town who can afford this money, and there should be more than one elderly person in each household. In Wild Wolf Town alone, there are thousands of potential customers, and the most important thing is that the elixir beast material he promised under the banner of Hua Ci Peak is not the nutritional medicine made of white flour sold by the scum who specialized in attacking the old man in his previous life, and the elixir animal material of the Valley of Ten Thousand Beasts does have the effect of prolonging life for mortals. Although you still need to pay another spirit stone to buy, but without the identity of a registered disciple, you can't buy many spirit stones, right?

Moreover, in addition to the local residents of Wild Wolf Town, there are not a few people who come and go here to do business, and even some small families who come to participate in the opening of the pulse will also be interested in the identity of a registered disciple.

To put it bluntly, the identity of a registered disciple is only one low-level spirit stone every year, which is not a heavy burden for a small family. With this identity, it is equivalent to establishing a certain sense of connection with the Beaver Peak, not only can you buy the elixir beast materials that are strictly controlled by the sect, who knows that the next step of the Beaver Summit will not take out the secret Dan Dao method of the sect to sell? Anyway, in everyone's eyes, the Beaver Peak is really poor and crazy!

Yi Qingyun looked at the old people on crutches, and thought that if he joined Hua Ci Peak in the future, there would be such a group of fellow Daoists who were faltering, and his eyelids couldn't help but jump a few times.

He hurriedly collected his mood and walked towards the inner disciple recruitment office located in the courtyard behind the Qingdi Temple.

Bypassing the Qingdi Terrace, I saw a plaque on the door with the plaque of "Inner Disciple Recruitment Office" hanging on the door into the hall. Different from the messy chaos in the front yard, the recruitment office of the inner disciples here is much more formal. At least even the plaque is hung up, unlike the registered disciple who just finds a piece of paper to write a name.

And it seems that there are not many monks who come to apply for the inner disciples, and there is not even a figure at the door of the recruitment office, and Yi Qingyun's sense of superiority that has been extinguished has a tendency to resurrect.

Elder Liu, who was following behind him, was also a little relieved at this time, after all, there were only one hundred and ten people who could open the middle and upper grade spiritual roots this time, and it was not enough for the other four peaks, and with such qualifications as his own young master, Hua Ci Peak must not be able to recruit any of them.

Yi Qingyun learned a lesson, restrained his previous wild attitude, tidied up his clothes, and then stepped forward and pushed open the door of the recruitment office at the inner door.

To the surprise of the two of them, there were several monks sitting in the room, no wonder there was no one waiting outside, and they dared to see that all the monks who applied for the examination were sitting in the room.

According to the rules of the other four schools, no one else is allowed to sit in on the exam, so that the observers do not have to prepare themselves for the questions raised by the examiner.

Yi Qingyun and Elder Liu didn't know the rules of Hua Ci Peak, and they stood at the door and didn't know whether they should go in or avoid it for the time being.

At this time, a young man in a green shirt with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks came over with a smile on his face, first introduced himself as Yin Gongchou, and politely exchanged a few words with the two of them, and then let the two of them into the house.

If you say that the layout of the recruitment office at the inner door of this civet peak is also ingenious, at first glance it does not look like a serious recruitment office, but like a teahouse hall for chatting and drinking tea.

The chief in charge of recruitment and the monk who came to apply for the exam were sitting at a table in the corner talking at the moment, although Yi Qingyun and the others could see the people over there, they couldn't hear the specific content of the conversation, and it was estimated that the entire corner was isolated by a small soundproof magic circle.

In fact, it is not difficult to break through this small soundproof array, but the difficulty is that once the soundproof array is broken, the person who releases the formation must be aware of it.

Because of this, although everyone is in the same room, no one dares to touch the crooked eyes of eavesdropping.

Except for the recruitment place in the corner, on this side of the room is a rectangular mahogany table, surrounded by a dozen mahogany chairs, and a lot of melons, fruits and tea.

This layout is different from the ordinary teahouse hall, which is a small square table of four or five people, scattered in the hall, and the people who come to drink tea occupy a table and talk to each other, and no one will disturb the guests at the other tables.

There is only a long big table here, so everyone can only sit down around the table, and it is estimated that a few people here have just arrived, and they have not yet become acquainted, and the atmosphere is quite embarrassing.

Yi Qingyun and the two were led to the long table by the thin monkey boy, Elder Liu was about to go to the corner, but Yi Qingyun sat in the middle seat, Elder Liu had no choice but to follow and sit down next to him.

Yi Qingyun first glanced at the situation in the corner, and the person who was questioned by the principal was a tall white-headed old man, and next to him was a little boy. Yi Qingyun was a little disdainful in his heart, the recruitment of the inner disciples of the Heart Dao could be done by the family for the time being, but the posture of watching the guests and hosts chatting could not end for a while.

Yi Qingyun retracted his mind at this time, his eyes swept over several monks at the same table, and he felt that all of them were not good-looking, so he stopped talking.

Elder Liu's rivers and lakes are much older, and he greeted everyone at the table with a smile, while secretly observing and figuring out everyone's situation.

The first thing that caught his attention was a guy sleeping on the corner of the table, and he couldn't see the face of this person, and he could only speculate that this person was probably a loose cultivator from the already very shabby animal skin hunting costume that was common in the ruins of the wasteland.

Except for this guy who was out of place with everyone, the other three people sitting around the side of the case were talking to each other.

One of them was a bald man with a shiny face, and his voice was unusually loud, even if he deliberately lowered his voice, every word he said could be heard clearly by the people in the corner of the room. Just look at this person, who is close to middle age, it is estimated that he has heard about the three, regardless of age, and came to try his luck.

Next to the strong man is a thin boy who is dressed quite sloppily, and his age is around thirty, and he also belongs to the age line of other peaks. This man has unkempt hair, I don't know how many days have not been washed, all of them are glued into locks, his face is full of stubble, and there are still many traces of soup left by eating and drinking on the clothes on his chest, and the sour smell emanating from his body can be smelled from a distance of several feet.