I looked at it interestingly and couldn't help but secretly let go of my mind and sensed the black stone.
Oh, it weighs two hundred and fifty pounds.
It's not too serious to say it's serious, it's not too serious to say it's too light.
After all, people nowadays are in poor physical condition and do not exercise much.
If I hadn't "inherited" Jiuyang's cultivation, I might not be able to pick up that stone.
The man named Ding Li is fat and short.
He was 1.6 meters tall, bowed his buttocks, howled for most of the day, and remained motionless.
The old man in gray shook his head and said, "You were eliminated."
Ding Li said with a sad face: "Senior, please give me another chance."
The old man couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Boy, you have been drained by alcohol and sex. Even if I give you ten thousand more chances, you still can't pick me up."
Ding Li stubbornly begged: "Please, I will try it one last time. I, I want to learn Taoism."
The old man said with a serious face: "Aren't you just pretending to be a master in the Taoist examination? Get out of here, if you bother me again, I'll slap you to death."
Ding Li shrank his neck and ran away.
The old man in gray clothes said lazily: "Next, what? Your name is Feng Chengcheng?"
He opened his mouth wide, looked at the burly boy who was 1.8 meters tall in front of him in disbelief, and said dumbfounded: "Cheng Menlixue's Cheng?"
The burly young man said seriously: "Yes."
The old man swallowed and joked: "Your father, your father's name is not Feng Jingyao, right?"
The young man waved his hand and said, "No, it's not."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and signaled that he could start.
Unexpectedly, the young man continued: "My father's name is Feng Gong."
"Crack."
The book in the old man's hand fell to the ground, and his face was covered with black lines.
The little episode adjusted everyone's mood and made the nervous people relax a little.
"Wang Yuan, qualified."
"Wu Difei is qualified.
"Fang Yong, eliminated."
“Yigou, qualified.”
With a stroke of the old man's pen, I easily put down the stone and passed smoothly.
Yes, Yiguo is the new name I gave myself.
Let’s put it aside for now whether it sounds good or not, the main thing is to conceal the identity.
According to the teahouse clerk, the handyman disciples do not need any special assessment, only strength is tested.
In addition, one's family background must be clean.
Those who commit crimes and commit crimes in the secular world will not be accepted by the Taoist community.
Therefore, applicants are required to hold proof of identity and undergo verification by the management, record personal information, and file it into the register.
If a disciple is later found to be "guilty", the Taoist sect will mercilessly expel him or even kill him on the spot as a warning to others.
I have more than a dozen "temporary ID cards" on me, all of which came from Lingxi's prior arrangements.
In her words, the ID card is absolutely authentic and reliable.
The only difference in the photo is that I used a human skin mask to change my facial features.
This is not difficult for me.
Maybe it's not 100% similar, but 70% or 80% is enough.
In a green brick house, a small fenced courtyard, and a simple office.
I provided my "proof of identity" in accordance with the assessment requirements.
Yigou, male, 28 years old.
Haihe City, Dongmen Village native.
The deputy steward named Sun Gou inspected my face carefully, squinting his eyes from time to time to compare my face with the photo on my ID card.
After a long while, he was sure it was correct and wrote down.
"Old Li, the new disciple is entrusted to you."
After lighting a cigarette comfortably, Sun Gou knocked on the table and said, "Go down and work hard. From today on, you are a member of the Taoist sect."
I was so flattered that I bent down and said, "Thank you, thank you for your cultivation."
