Although Qin Fengming was doubtful, he knew that such things were beyond the knowledge of his little foundation-building monk. He just glanced at a few people with no strange expression on his face, then turned his head and walked forward.
At this time, there were already thousands of monks standing on the square, but their faces looked melancholy. Only a few monks looked happy.
But even in the joyful look, there seems to be some caution
Everyone has no idea about the number of entry-level students determined by Manghuang Mountain. Even the monks who have passed the competition are still difficult to determine in their hearts.
Standing among the crowd, Qin Fengming did not show any signs of strangeness. He was already very sure about joining Manghuang Mountain. What he was thinking about at this time was which class to join, but it was difficult for him to make a decision.
Just when Qin Fengming was having trouble deciding on this matter, there were also five monks arguing over something in an extremely hidden cave in Manghuang Mountain.
If anyone sees these five people, they will definitely be shocked and unable to move for a long time.
Because the cultivation level of these five monks has actually reached the late stage of Transforming Infants, and three of them are already at the late stage of Transforming Infants, and one of their feet has already entered the realm of aggregation.
These five great monks are already standing at the top of the world of immortality at this time. They are usually like dragons, but at this time they are blushing.
These five old men were the five decision-makers in Manghuang Mountain at this time. Usually they would only come together to discuss with each other when big and important matters were involved. They never thought that what they were arguing about at this time was not related to the survival of the sect.
"Brother Dao Shen, I remember that you accepted a disciple thirty years ago, and that disciple was extremely difficult to find in terms of cultivation and talent for making talismans. This year, this monk can no longer be your disciple.
"
An old man with slightly red eyebrows said calmly. There was no expression on his face, but his cultivation level was that of one of the three peak cultivators of Transforming Infants.
"Haha, brother Weiming, although I have accepted a disciple with good qualifications thirty years ago, he is only a registered disciple. If he cannot successfully enter the realm of infant transformation within a hundred years and has some problems in the art of making talismans,
I won't officially accept him as my disciple despite breaking through."
"But this time I have to accept this disciple as my disciple. I think I have already lived for nearly 1,100 years. Even with the help of the elixir, I can only extend my life for another two hundred years. In this life, it is already difficult to achieve my wish after entering the aggregation."
"After I become immortal, our Manghuang Mountain Talisman Making Group will be difficult to maintain. Although Song Yi is also expected to advance to the late stage within a hundred years, it is difficult for subsequent disciples to have good talents. It is necessary to choose a good person to inherit my mantle."
An elegant old man with white beard and hair said.
"Haha, Brother Daoshen, you have lived for more than a thousand years, but I am not much different from you. Although I had not planned to accept a disciple before, hearing about the little monk made me want to accept a disciple. This is my first time to accept a disciple.
I also hope that some of my senior fellow apprentices will be able to help me.”
A late stage monk next to him interrupted in real time. His face was solemn. Even though he was facing the top monk, he did not give in at all.
"Brother Zhuang, you are saying this differently. I think that young monk did not participate in the puppet skills competition. Come to think of it, he knows very little about puppets and has no talent. It is difficult to say that you want to accept him as a disciple, but it seems inappropriate. But the magic circle
However, that little monk is extremely accomplished. If he is trained well, he will definitely achieve something. This man, I want to accept him as a disciple. From now on, I will have this little monk to carry forward the Manghuang Mountain Formation."
An old man in his fifties with a pale face and no beard also said to himself
"Hey Brother Tianji, although the little monk did not participate in my puppet skills competition, judging from the many skills he possesses, both his intelligence and talent are extremely high. As long as I try my best, he will definitely achieve great results in the puppet field. But this old man is I am very confident in my heart.”
The old man surnamed Zhuang had a cold look on his face and defended himself, but there was no doubt in his words.
"Since all brothers want to accept this person as a disciple, I have a way." The old man known as Wei Ming suddenly said.
"Brother Weiming, why don't you tell me what you can do and let us listen to it?"
The other three people nodded after hearing this.
"Haha, what's so difficult about this? Since we all want to accept this little monk into our sect, we might as well bid for the highest bidder to accept him as his disciple. The materials and spiritual stones he produces will be shared equally among the rest. I don't know how this works."
It is unheard of for these great monks in the late stages of bidding to auction off a monk.
The other three people looked at each other and thought to themselves that it would be difficult to achieve their wishes without paying some price. Thinking of this, the other three people looked at each other and nodded.
Just when the four of them had finalized their plans and planned to bid for the monk to be auctioned off, a voice rang out:
"Haha, fellow juniors, you and I are people who have lived for hundreds of years. At this time, we have been arguing for so long over a small foundation-building monk. Finally, we even thought of bidding for such a ridiculous thing to spread the word, so as not to make those old ghosts laugh out loud. "
The four people who were arguing with each other after hearing this voice couldn't help but shut up and turned to look at the person who spoke.
The person who spoke was the monk among the five who had never spoken.
I saw him sitting upright among the four people. His face was fair, with a wisp of black beard floating on his chest. He looked very calm. His eyes had been closed all the time, and his face had not changed. He had never spoken a word from the beginning to the end.
If a Transformation Infant cultivator saw these five people, he would definitely recognize the black-bearded old man at a glance, but he is the one with the most profound magic power and cultivation among the five people.
Although he is only in the Dzogchen realm of Transforming Infants, his magic power is deeper than that of the other two Dzogchen monks. He is also closer to the realm of aggregation. It is very possible for him to break through to the realm of aggregation in the morning.
Seeing the four people arguing endlessly, the black-bearded old man couldn't help but slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the four people, eyes flashing with light, a slight smile on his face, and said in a calm voice.
"Haha, I thought Brother Sima would be silent all this time, but now he spoke up and asked Brother Sima if he had any good ideas to resolve this matter."
The old man named Dao Shen who spoke first saw this old man and said with a smile on his face.
"Haha, what's the problem? Just call the little monk and ask him what he thinks and who he plans to join. Then the matter can be easily solved."