Seeing Mo Hai looking at his grandchildren, Zeng Jinren couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Ten seconds later, when Mo Hai looked away, Zeng Jinren didn't dare to ask immediately, but asked Mo Hai to go into the house first.
In the house, which was warm with a floor heater, Zeng Jinren and Mo Hai sat down at the tea table. As for Qin Xiaoyue and Zeng Jinren's group of juniors, they naturally stood behind Mo Hai and Zeng Jinren respectively.
While making tea, Zeng Jinren said: "Master Mo, what do you think of these children? Are there any suitable ones?"
"Qing Yuanzi has to make his own choice, so I can't interfere." Mo Hai smiled lightly.
Hearing Mo Hai's somewhat euphemistic words, Zeng Jinren's heart sank to the bottom of his heart. As long as Mo Hai could like it, then Qing Yuanzi would definitely like it. If Mo Hai answered like this, then he probably didn't like it.
However, there is still hope. Mo Hai doesn't like it, but Qing Yuanzi may like it, but not necessarily.
"Well, then, let's let Taoist Qing Yuanzi choose. I don't know how Taoist Qing Yuanzi will choose?" Zeng Jinren said.
Mo Hai smiled softly and took out the Taoist temple map in the mountains like a magic trick.
"Mr. Zeng, just ask them to stare at this painting for ten seconds in order. If Qing Yuanzi has a favorite candidate, he will naturally give a hint." Mo Hai said.
"You go to the living room outside and enter the tea room one by one in order of age and age to accept the test." Zeng Jinren said.
Zeng An'an and others were confused and had no idea what was going on. Wasn't it that the Taoist priest wanted to recruit disciples? Why didn't he see the Taoist priest and instead let him see the paintings? Could it be that he recruited disciples by observing the paintings?
This method of recruiting disciples is really strange.
Although they were filled with doubts, Zeng Anan and others were wise enough not to ask any more questions, because when outsiders were present, they had no place to interrupt. This was the Zeng family's family rule.
Zeng Jinren has been very successful in educating his descendants. At least, there are no lazy playboys in the family. Everyone is very promising and shines in all walks of life.
In fact, most children of big families are very capable. They have a high starting point and receive high-quality education since childhood. In such an environment, even if they are not fools, they can achieve something. Of course, when the family is big, what?
There are birds, but people's hearts are unpredictable. Some children of big families are blinded by arrogance and arrogance, and become arrogant. These people have become the borers of a family. One or two borers may not be able to bring down the building, but there are many borers.
As it develops and grows, the steel buildings will be chewed up and destroyed, becoming crumbling.
Mo Hai took down a painting from the tea room and hung up a picture of a Taoist temple in the mountains. Because Mo Hai had already "communicated" with Qing Yuanzi, Zeng Jinren and Qin Xiaoyue could look directly at the painting without being affected in any way.
Qin Xiaoyue didn't know about the Taoist Temple in the Mountains, but she understood that it must be some great treasure.
The first person to come in was Zeng Jinren's eldest grandson. He stared at the Taoist view in the mountains and immediately fell into a state of chaos. His consciousness was pulled into the painting. But ten seconds later, he was startled and came back to his senses.
, he looked at Zeng Jinren with confusion and surprise on his face. Zeng Jinren, on the other hand, looked at the Taoist temple picture in the mountains with burning eyes. Seeing that there was no strange phenomenon in the picture, Zeng Jinren was slightly disappointed.
"Okay, you can go out." Zeng Jinren said calmly.
"Um, grandpa, I, wasn't I chosen?" Zeng Jinren's eldest grandson asked cautiously.
"There was no reaction on the painting, so naturally it was not selected," Zeng Jinren said.
"Grandpa, I'm going out first." Zeng Jinren's eldest grandson was obviously overjoyed. His child was seven years old, his wife was young and beautiful, and he had a successful career. He didn't want to be a Taoist priest and was not selected. It was just right.
Mind.
Mo Hai looked on, smiling and saying nothing.
Qing Yuanzi's "interview" was very fast. Soon, only the last one was left. Zeng Jinren still didn't have any reaction when he saw the painting, and he couldn't help but frown.
This Qing Yuanzi can hide in paintings and can be admired by Mr. Mo. He is naturally a powerful, half-human and half-god with great supernatural powers. It can be said that the inheritance of such a powerful power can make countless people
crazy.
Everyone hopes that those closest to the water will get the moon first. Zeng Jinren is not a saint, and naturally he has selfish motives. If none of his grandchildren are favored by Qing Yuanzi, Zeng Jinren will consider asking Mo Hai to help him put in a good word and go through the back door.
"Let An An come in." Zeng Jinren said.
Zeng Anan came in timidly. None of the brothers and sisters in front of her were chosen. A bad feeling arose in Zeng Anan's mind.
"An'an, what are you doing?" Zeng Jinren saw his little granddaughter squirming and couldn't help but remind her in a deep voice.
Only then did Zeng An'an return to normal, looking towards the Taoist view of the mountain with some curiosity and some anxiety.
This is just an ordinary landscape painting, nothing unusual, Zeng Anan commented in her heart.
But soon, Zeng Anan felt dizzy, and then he was at the entrance of a Taoist temple in a deep mountain.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, the Bixi beast carrying the stone tablet seemed to be resurrected, and roared directly at Zeng Anan. Zeng Anan felt as if he was drifting, and his whole body, like a ghost, was stretched, diluted, and floated into the air.
, and then, as if I had been electrocuted, when I came back to my senses, I still saw this ordinary landscape painting in front of me. The scene just now was like a dream, but this dream was too real.
Zeng Jinren saw that the "interview" for the last granddaughter was also completed, but the Taoist temple map in the mountains still showed no disturbance and no hint.
"Grandpa, did I pass?" Zeng Anan asked nervously.
"No." Zeng Jinren sighed.
"Then I'll go out first." Zeng Anan seemed to have been pardoned, with a smile on her lips.
The tea room was silent for a moment. Mo Hai took a sip of tea and said with a slight smile: "Mr. Zeng, it seems that your grandchildren have no interest in the inheritance of Qing Yuanzi's tradition."
"Hey, these young people don't understand at all. If they understand how powerful Taoist Qing Yuanzi is, they will naturally be interested. Mr. Mo, how about you go and say a few words to Taoist Qing Yuanzi and give it to you again?"
A chance?" Zeng Jinren implored shamelessly.
"Since there is no fate, there is no need to force it. Let's not talk about this matter. I came to see Mr. Zeng to ask for something else." Mo Hai smiled and changed the subject. If Qing Yuanzi accepted an ordinary disciple,
Even if all the descendants of Zeng Jinren were accepted, it wouldn't be a big deal, but Qing Yuanzi accepted direct disciples, so it would naturally be extra strict. People who have no Taoist heart, no matter how talented they are, Qing Yuanzi may not be able to