Qingling Punishing Heart

Chapter 167
Because Ji Gongzhen was too young to bear the cold, after worshiping the stele, he was temporarily sent down Qilin Cliff, and only waited for the "martial arts test" to watch the battle again.

Guo Han took the opportunity to get close to his father, Father Guo Shi, and began to exchange pleasantries endlessly, and glanced at other registered disciples from time to time, obviously showing off his outstanding status.

Chai Song waited quietly, and waited until the father and son stopped talking, and then said: "Master Guo, the topics in the previous Qilin Yun examinations were all similar with minor differences. Lord Guo came here from a long distance. Regarding the content of the essay examination this time, we can say What's your opinion?"

Hearing that Chai Song wanted his father to write a question, the corners of Guo Han's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

However, the other registered disciples began to lose their temper and began to discuss:

"The Qilin Yun Examination is a test of immortality, and the elder Chan Zong actually went to ask a mortal for his opinion!"

"Although we are low-minded, we have already regarded ourselves as monks who explain education!"

"This is an insult to us!"

"No reason!"

Although many disciples only talked in low voices and did not dare to make loud noises, all the whispers gathered together and became a din full of resentment.

Facing the dissatisfaction surrounding them, the twelve white-robed elders remained calm, keeping their eyes closed and meditating all the time, as if they didn't regard these so-called registered disciples as people who explained the teachings at all.

Chai Song looked around the crowd expressionlessly, his indifferent eyes seemed to scan a group of ants.

Naturally, ants don't have to treat them with the same attitude as monks who explain education.

Su Ji saw Chai Song's attitude with his own eyes today, and finally understood why he chose Guo Han as his disciple.

Chai Song is in control of the power now, if he really chooses a disciple who can take charge of his own affairs, it will pose a great threat to his status.

The only difference between Chanjiao and Jiejiao is that it takes protecting the common people in the world as its mission.Therefore, from the time of King Wen of Zhou, he has been teaching and assisting the Zhou family until today.Although the ruling and opposition parties of the Zhou Dynasty are a gathering place for mortals, controlling the ruling and opposition parties of the Zhou Dynasty is tantamount to controlling the people of the world.

As the son of the emperor's favored minister, Guo Han will sooner or later have his son inherit his father's career and shoulder the important task of becoming the mainstay of the Zhou Dynasty.However, Guo Han is ignorant, at most he can only become a powerful minister like his father.Such a person is exactly what Chai Song needs most, such a person is easier to control, and even if such a person becomes a disciple, he will definitely not be trusted by Master Chan.

Thinking of this, Su Ji still felt strange, since this time Qilin Yun's examination was for Master Chan to choose his disciples, why didn't Master Chan himself be there?
Did he just trust Chai Song like this and let him do anything wrong?

Father Guo Shi has been in politics for many years, so he is very knowledgeable and interesting, so he immediately declined, "Thanks to the Taoist priest's praise, there are infinite mysteries in Taoist affairs. I am an ordinary person, how dare I speak rashly."

Chai Song had already given enough face, so he didn't say anything more, and slowly turned to face the disciples, announcing loudly:

"This year's essay test is the same as in previous years, with a time limit of seven days. Those who walk down Qilin Cliff within seven days are deemed to have voluntarily given up. All disciples must silently write the first two thousand and ninety-nine volumes of the 99 volumes of Xiaodao within seven days, and finally judge the best according to the number of words. inferior."

Niu Zhu scratched his head and muttered to himself: "Three thousand rolls of a small knife? What kind of dish is that?"

Su Ji turned his head and asked Taoist Priest Huang Niu: "What is the Three Thousand Ways? I have only heard of the Three Thousand Ways."

Daoist Daoist Lang Lang replied: "The 'three' in the Three Thousand Ways is a changing number, representing an inaccurate number. The so-called Three Thousand Ways is just a general term, which represents innumerable meanings. The three thousand volumes of Taoism are just three thousand volumes of the small way."

"If all Taoism that can be learned in writing is a small way, then where is the real great way?"

"The Dao comes from the heart. Everyone has their own Dao in their hearts. Whether it is teaching or stopping teaching, the end point is the way to heaven. As long as you can get the Dao in the end, you will be able to prove the Dao."

Su Ji suddenly realized, and couldn't help feeling secretly happy.From this point of view, the written three thousand volumes of Taoism that I learned in the Good Fortune Jade Document is the so-called three thousand volumes of small ways, which is the content that is required to write silently in this essay test.He has long been familiar with these contents, not to mention only asking to write the first 99 volumes silently, even if he wants to write the entire [-] volumes, it is easy for him.

At this time, the disciples had already started to exchange the wooden plaques with numbers engraved in their hands for pens and ink, as well as a stack of animal skin rolls for writing.

"Wow!" Niu Zhu looked at the rolled animal skins in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh: "So many sheepskins! How many sheep do we have to kill?"

Su Ji smelled it with his nose, and found that although the animal skin roll looked like sheepskin, it smelled very strange.

At this time, a familiar voice said: "That's not sheep's skin, it's the skin that was peeled off from the same giant beast at the gate of purgatory."

In the voice, Jiang Ling walked over slowly, his face was extremely pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Su Ji looked at her in surprise, because she had never seen her so haggard, "Why did Senior Sister come here, did something happen to her?"

Jiang Ling said calmly, "It's nothing, it's just another old problem."

Looking at her pale face, Su Ji couldn't help but think of the situation when she first met, when she absorbed Xiao's inner alchemy, she lost her mysterious energy, and then thought of her father Jiang Ying's once sick appearance.Unexpectedly, her congenital illness was no more optimistic than his father's back then.

Su Ji suddenly came up with a guess: Jiang Ying's congenital chronic disease was cured because of Jiang Xuan's inner alchemy.Could it be that Jiang Ling wanted to steal the inner alchemy of the White Wolf King because he wanted to cure his innate illness?
Thinking of this, Su Ji's expression became complicated.Hua Rulang, who is in danger now, needs the same thing to save, and this time to steal the pill is Jiang Ling's only chance to cure his congenital illness.However, judging from her current state, it is obviously unknown whether she can win.

If Jiang Ling fails the Qilinyun test, the chance of stealing the white wolf king's inner alchemy will be even slimmer, so Su Ji must win this Qilinyun test.

At the beginning of the essay test, basically everyone was in a state of scribbling.

Niu Zhu's face showed embarrassment.He was the only one who didn't know what the so-called "three thousand scrolls of a small knife" meant?After looking at the animal skin face to face for a long time, he finally started to write. What he wrote were: flower rolls, vegetable rolls, beef rolls, mutton rolls...

The animal skin roll filled a menu, and when he wrote it in the evening, even he himself started to feel a little hungry.But he couldn't go down the mountain, so he could only eat the only steamed bun sent down the mountain.

Among the disciples, those who are as hungry as him are not in the minority.The top of Qilin Cliff is extremely cold, let alone silently writing papers, just staying there for seven days and seven nights is already the limit.

The next day, everyone's writing hands were frozen.

Some just gave up because they couldn't bear it, some were thinking hard with a pen in their mouth, and some kept writing madly from the beginning to the end, the pen in their hand never stopped, almost without thinking at all.Su Ji belongs to the last category.

On the third day, Yun Yi put down the pen in her hand and stopped writing.

On the fourth day, Yin Jiuyou and Jiang Ling stopped writing.

On the fifth day, Taoist Tubie's apprentice stopped writing.

On the sixth day, everyone except Su Ji stopped writing.

Before dawn on the seventh day, Su Ji finally raised his head and stopped writing, only to realize that the writing hand had completely lost consciousness.

At this time, the result can be judged based on the number of sheepskins alone. At present, the number of animal skin rolls around Su Ji is the largest, even twice that of most people.

Su Ji divided the written sheepskins into two piles, and when it was dark, he secretly pushed one of the piles to Niu Zhu's side.

Niu Zhu stared wide-eyed, scanned the animal skin roll, and gradually realized that Su Ji wrote two copies by himself, and each copy was full of content.

Su Ji originally thought that things could go on smoothly like this, but when he was about to hand in the animal skin scroll with his name written on it, he suddenly stopped!He was shocked to find a thing that shocked him extremely. For some unknown reason, the contents of the originally written 99 volumes turned out to be blank!
At this moment, accompanied by an unpleasant stench, a dark figure brushed past him, and handed out the written animal skin roll with both hands.

Behind the shiny black ghost-faced helmet, a strange smile emerged.

(End of this chapter)