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"It can range from three years to five years."
"But it's all the same."
"Because if you can't leave the Kongxiang Temple in one year, you can only come out when the Kongxiang Temple reappears in 500 years."
Jian Wuming told all he knew about the inheritance of Kongxiang Temple.
Finally, he looked at Lynch with piercing eyes,
"Friend Daoist, I treat you with sincerity, and I hope you can treat me with sincerity."
"Tell me your name. After you go out, you make an appointment for a time and place. Let's have a good fight."
"Amitabha. Donor, you have a picture."
Lin Qi's eyes flickered, he sang Amitabha, clasped his palms together and performed a Buddhist salute, turned around and left the meditation room without saying a word.
Jian Wuming cursed in anger, chased after him, chattered endlessly, pestered Lynch to make a fight, and did a fight after he went out.
Then, a big monk suddenly jumped out of the grass.
Without further ado, he took out a subduing magic pestle as thick as an arm, and hit Jian Wuming.
"In a pure place of Buddhism, it is full of foul language, how decent is it!"
"Next time, I will punish you to confine you in the Discipline Hall for three months!"
The Great Monk struck Wuming with the sword, and at the same time, Lin Qi's eyelids twitched wildly. Seeing the Great Monk holding the Demon-Conquering Pestle, he looked at him intently, and hurriedly said.
"Little monk Fa Hai, I have met my senior brother."
"Fa Hai, um, your Dharma name is good. When you finish walking through the Mirror Stage, if your aptitude is acceptable, you can come to my Discipline Hall to report."
The monk nodded in satisfaction.
Then it disappeared and disappeared into the grass again.
"Amitabha, Bajie, are you okay?"
Lynch looked at the big bump on Jian Wuming's head and couldn't help asking.
Jian Wuming touched the big bag on his head, gritted his teeth and glared at Lin Qi, "Junior Brother Fahai, I am really indebted to you."
"Brother Bajie, who was that just now?"
Lynch asked in a low voice.
Jian Wuming always felt that the dharma name Lynch gave him was weird, but just after being hit, his head was so dizzy that he didn't bother to give himself another dharma name, and said angrily.
"It's not the group of dead bald donkeys in Kongxiang Temple."
"Made, you will still be a demon after you die."
"Shh."
Lynch motioned him to shut up quickly, because not far away, a group of great monks walked over fiercely with a magic pestle in their hands.
Jian Wuming's heart trembled, he didn't dare to speak, and followed Lin Qi to stand in place with lowered eyebrows, waiting for the group of great monks to leave.
"A new disciple has entered."
"Do you have a law number?"
"Do you want me to help you get one, senior brother?"
The great monks walking towards each other stopped when they saw Lin Qi and Jian Wuming, chatting and laughing happily, someone asked.
"Fahai has met all senior brothers."
"Bajie has met all senior brothers."
After Jian Wuming followed Lin Qi to say hello, he saw several great monks looking disappointed.
"Do you have a law number?"
"It's such a pity."
"Have you considered changing your name?"
"It's nice to be rootless."
Lynch and Jian Wuming hurriedly shook their heads.
The few great monks could only leave regretfully, and they don't know which unlucky person will be caught by them, and then they will be forcibly crowned with the title of rootless.
"Let's go."
"Go to the Mingjingtai first and get the official disciple status."
"Otherwise, when I see these great monks, I'd be very upset."
Jian Wuming touched the big bag on his head and urged.
Lynch nodded slightly, and continued to move forward with Jian Wuming, and he didn't need anyone to lead the way.
Because soon, they saw a long dragon that lined up from the bottom of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.
A large group of bald heads, with bright foreheads, glistened in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Lin Qi and Jian Wuming lined up honestly, and Lynch asked in a low voice, "Would it be possible to leave after passing through the Mirror Stage and becoming a formal disciple, and then only have to wait a year?"
"Ah."
"But the monk's advantage is not for nothing. You don't have to be too cautious."
Jian Wuming replied, and was about to tell Lynch some good luck that the predecessors had obtained from the inheritance of the Kongxiang Temple.
I heard a bell ringing halfway up the mountain.
Then a voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu sounded.
"Quit sex."
"The power of Buddha, three stages!"
"You can be a disciple of the outer sect and enter the general affairs hall."
After the mighty sound, a bald monk was sent away by the Buddha's light with a gloomy expression.
The crowd immediately chattered.
"That person seems to be Fellow Daoist Xiao from the Tianhan Realm. His cultivation base has already reached the Great Consummation of Foundation Establishment, but he was assigned to the General Affairs Hall, or is he an outer disciple?"
"Normal. Kongxiang Temple doesn't look at your own cultivation level, it all depends on your talent."
"Otherwise, wouldn't all those Taoist friends who came here shortly after entering Foundation Establishment be sent to the outer sect?"
"That's true."
Lynch didn't care about the crowd's discussion.
He almost laughed out loud when he heard the words "the power of the Buddha, three paragraphs" with a sense of imagery.
(Tomorrow three more)
Chapter 106 I Played This
"why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing, I just remembered a happy thing."
"Really? I thought you were laughing at Xiao Han for being assigned to the outer door."
Jian Wuming said in a low voice, "That guy Xiao Han is very narrow-minded. You'd better not laugh at him, or he will be jealous and he will definitely attack you after you go out."
"You know him well?"
Lynch took a step back calmly and asked.
"I don't know him well, but I beat him before."
Jian Wuming's straightforward answer stunned Lynch.
Before Lin Qi wanted to understand the relationship between Jian Wuming and Xiao Han, a monk in the Tianhan Realm who was assigned to the outer sect as the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen.
Halfway up the mountain, someone has already passed the Mirror Tower.
"inability."
"The power of Buddha, six stages."
"You can enter the Arhat Hall as an inner disciple."
The monk who was assigned to the Arhat Hall of the Inner Sect was overjoyed, but after hearing his dharma name, his face turned dark again.
The crowd in line laughed out loud.
"Incompetent. Haha, I can laugh at this name for a year."
"Another person who forgot to give himself a dharma name."
"Didn't you read the guide before you came here? If you don't take the name yourself, the name given by the great monk will be disgusting."
"Stop laughing. The great monk called him incompetent, you really think he is incompetent."
"Keep your eyes wide open to see clearly, he is Fang Xiu from Tianmeng Realm."
Someone recognized this monk named Incompetent, and when his real name was spoken, the expressions of many laughing people immediately changed.
Lin Qi was ignorant and ignorant, so he looked at Jian Wuming.
Jian Wuming said indifferently, "Fang Xiu from Tianmeng Realm has cultivated three peerless supernatural powers, which are very powerful. Yes, I have fought."
Lynch suspected that Jian Wuming was in Versailles, but he had no evidence.
Soon, the number of people passing through the Mirror Stage increased, but most of them were assigned to the outer door.
Occasionally there are a few people assigned to the inner door, which basically cause commotion in the crowd.
It seems that they are all well-known leaders in the Foundation Establishment Realm, and they have the strength to rule the roost.
Of course, it will inevitably lead to Jian Wuming's mildly pretentious comments: I have played this.
It's as if anyone who has never been beaten by Jian Wuming is not a master.
Lynch didn't know if Jian Wuming was bragging, or if he was just being so bragging.
But Lynch spotted a problem.
That is according to the division of disciples in Xianyuan.
Most of those who can achieve foundation building can be regarded as elite disciples, or even true disciples, when they practice Qi.
But it is such a group of foundation-building monks who are enough to become elites and true biography in the Tianxian Great Universe, and their own strength has already become the elders of Xianyuan.
After entering this Kongxiang Temple, he can only become an inner disciple at most.
None of the elites and true biography that went further up had appeared up to now.
This is very strange.
Because if Kongxiang Temple had such high requirements for the talents and aptitudes of its disciples, wouldn't all those who could become the elites and true disciples of Kongxiang Temple be regarded as the arrogance of the human race as defined in the Great Universe of Heavenly Immortals.
Lynch asked out the doubts in his heart.
Jian Wuming replied.
"That's true. To become a true disciple of Kongxiang Temple, you must be a person of Tianjiao level, possessing the congenital gods."
"And to become an elite of the Kongxiang Temple, at least one must have the innate aptitude to master four or more peerless supernatural powers."
"Don't be surprised."
"Because the Kongxiang Temple is one of the three holy places of the Buddhist Bodhi Universe, the range of disciples it recruits covers one-third of the Bodhi Universe."
"Choose the best from the best, and the selection criteria are naturally far higher than that of Xianyuan."
"After all, the selection scope of Xianyuan is often limited to only one practice world."
"Even if the entire silver-blue star field we are in has millions of practice circles, compared to the monks in the entire Celestial Universe, it is only one ten-thousandth of it."
"So it can be calculated that the range of disciples that Kongxiang Temple can recruit in the Bodhi Universe is completely equivalent to the result of adding three thousand silver and blue star fields."
Lynch understood instantly.
If you compare the fairy courtyard of Tianxian Great Universe to a kindergarten in a village.