The sun in spring hangs warmly in the sky.

The hilltop square of Xiaoniu Mountain is full of birds and flowers, the spring breeze is light, and the newly pumped young leaves from the treetops dance with the wind.

At this time, the only one on the top of the mountain, the main hall with the plaque of "Miscellaneous Hall", the gate is open.

On the steps on the side of the square, eight monks walked slowly, and it was Ding Yishan who walked in front, followed by Shen Yun and other new disciples.

Ding Yishan saw that the door of the miscellaneous hall was opened, and he was obviously relieved, pointing to the main hall and introducing: "This is the place where the monks of Xiaoniu Mountain receive the benefits of the sect every year, but they can only receive it in January every year, and in other months, this place is only open to mortals." ”

"Mortal?"

"Yes, there are so many garden and flower beds, don't they need to be taken care of by mortals, they are here to receive tasks. ”

Ding Yishan smiled and pointed to the beautiful scenery around him.

Everyone suddenly realized, no wonder it is called the Miscellaneous Hall.

"What if I go back to the family and can't rush back here to pick up the supplies in January?" Xia Hongyu was a little worried, she wanted to go home to accompany her parents for the New Year.

"Don't worry, if you really can't get it back, you can get it in January of the following year. Even if you don't receive it in the second year, it's okay, the sect will accumulate year by year, and you can accumulate up to ten years of rewards. ”

Ding Yishan explained, and said with envy, "If you become an inner disciple, you can leave the soul jade slip, as long as the soul lamp is not extinguished, the sect reward will always be retained, and there is no time limit." ”

When the disciples heard this, they were even more envious of the two lucky inner disciples this year.

The group entered the main hall, and Ding Yishan greeted the monks inside: "Senior Brother He, busy, I'll bring this year's new disciple to come and receive the supplies." ”

In the corner of the main hall, under the bright window, there is a long desk, and an elderly monk in his fifties sits it.

Seeing Ding Yishan speak, he got up with a smile and saluted: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Ding, and I will ask you to bring in a new disciple this year." ”

Ding Yishan smiled and introduced the gray-robed old man to a few newcomers: "This is the manager of the Miscellaneous Affairs Palace, let's get to know him." ”

The most important level of communication between immortal cultivators is high and low, unless there are relatives who are related by blood, they are generally higher than a great realm, and the title must be changed to uncle.

Seeing that Ding Yishan and the old man called each other brothers, Shen Yun secretly used the "Heavenly Eye Technique" to take a look, not wanting this old man to be old, and he was only a third-level cultivator. Now that he is old and decrepit, I am afraid that there is no hope of breaking into the Linglan Realm in this life.

It is estimated that it is precisely because of this that he got the position of the steward of the Miscellaneous Palace, and he usually spends his days here to pass the time, right?

Everyone greeted each other, and the gray-robed old man sat down at the table, coughed lightly, and said, "Newcomers, junior brothers and sisters, please take out the token, and the old man will help you handle it immediately." ”

The seven new disciples spontaneously lined up, took out the iron tokens one by one, and waited for Senior Brother He to help handle it.

This Senior Brother He registered quickly, I saw that he took Xia Hongyu's token, and his sense was briefly explored, and then he took out a storage bag from the drawer of the desk, handed it to Xia Hongyu, and recorded it in the jade slip in his hand, and then motioned to the next one.

Shen Yun took a look at the storage bag that Xia Hongyu had just collared, this was a medium-sized, one-foot brown storage bag, and the Big Dipper pattern was embroidered on the storage bag.

For a monk as wealthy as Shen Yun, he naturally didn't look down on this storage bag, after all, he still had several miles on him.

But there were a few disciples among them, and they still had small storage bags hanging on their bodies, so their eyes were a little eager when they looked at this storage bag.

Soon it was Shen Yun's turn to pick it up, he took a casual look at it, then pinned the storage bag to his waist and left it alone.