Fortune Teller

In the next few days, monks walked through the mountains one by one, almost all of whom were disciples of Dingkong Temple.

There are fewer and fewer practitioners in front of the mountain.

Seven days later, there were only a group of practitioners who were in the early stages of the Douxiao Realm, as well as those from the Earth Temple and casual cultivators.

"It's almost time!"

Gu Xiuyun opened his eyes.

Junior Brother Yinqiu had left four days ago. In any case, he was the master of the Xuan Dynasty after all, much stronger than the early stage of Douxiao Realm.

Three days are enough to break through the divine formation.

call!

The true mysterious spiritual power surged violently, and the spiritual power turned into threads, condensed into a forbidden form, and finally formed two superimposed Taoist rhymes.

"break!"

The ban blasted towards the mountain.

In an instant, the rocks collapsed, and the surrounding monks raised their heads one after another. They saw a clear palm print on the mountain, half a foot deep, which was shocking.

"Is this... someone comprehending the secret technique?"

A practitioner couldn't help but exclaimed.

Everyone also looked around in surprise.

It’s incredible to be able to understand the secret arts in just seven days. This is not an ordinary Dao Yun secret technique, but a stacked Dao Yun. The prohibition contains two Dao Yun, combined in a special way, even if you are extremely talented. Otherwise, it will take three or four months.

"In just seven days, he understood the secret technique. This junior is not easy!"

In the void, several Zhenyijing responsible for guarding lowered their heads and looked towards Gu Xiuyun.

"Looking at his clothes, he should be a disciple of Dingkong Temple. He didn't choose the formation route, but studied the secret art books, which shows that he is quite confident in his talent."

"Dingkong Temple is lucky."

As he said that, everyone looked at one of the eighth-grade men, who was the great master of Dingkong Temple.

"This junior... I seem to have never seen him before," the great master of Dingkong Temple frowned slightly, "I have watched the competitions in the temple many times in the past thousand years, but I have never seen this person before."

"Oh? Isn't he a disciple of Dingkong Temple?"

"Impossible. If you are a casual cultivator, how dare you wear the monk's robes from Dingkong Temple?"

Everyone was a little confused.

…

As he spoke, Gu Xiuyun had already passed through the mountain and escaped towards the depths of the sea.

The great master of Dingkong Temple quickly followed.

If it were an ordinary disciple, he would naturally not care.

But a genius disciple who only took seven days to understand the secret book must be taken seriously as a true artistic conception. Such a genius is likely to be selected as an Arhat.

Whoosh! !

There are hundreds of thousands of miles between the two sea areas, but for some reason, there is an invisible force in the void, which makes the practitioner's speed increase a hundred times. In just a moment, Gu Xiuyun has reached the end of the sea area.

There is another big mountain in front of us.

The mountain is broad and stretches, and countless practitioners are walking in it, their expressions are a little solemn, as if they have encountered a lot of trouble.

In front of the mountain, a stone tablet stands horizontally in the sea water, with densely packed text engraved on it.

"Wuwang Mountain, if you want to cross this mountain, you must have a strong will. The seven emotions are used as swords and the six desires are used as swords in the mountain..."

"It turns out that it is a big mountain that tests the mind and will," Gu Xiuyun's eyes were as calm as water, "You should be able to get through this mountain in half a day."

As he spoke, he stepped forward.

Mind and will are very rare for others, but Dingyin Da Neng recruited people with strong wills back then, so this test is almost not difficult for them.

tread! tread! tread!

Gu Xiuyun's steps were neither hasty nor slow, walking towards the depths of the mountain.

"The speed is so fast, and it is so stable, which shows that the mind and will are extremely strong." The True Illusion Master in mid-air became more and more confused, "Who is this boy's disciple? Why have I never seen him before?"

"With extraordinary talent and understanding, and a strong mind and will, this boy is expected to become an Arhat. I have to keep an eye on him to avoid any accidents."

The power of true artistic conception follows closely behind.

…

Half a day later, Gu Xiuyun successfully walked out of the mountain.

He looked back and saw that there were many disciples of Dingkong Temple in the mountains, but Yinqiu, Yinze and others could not be found.

The disciples of Dingyin Dagong are all people with strong minds and wills. The second test is indeed not difficult for them.

"Compared to the first two tests, the third mountain is much more difficult. They must still be there."

Gu Xiuyun's whole body lit up with escape light and he walked away quickly.

…

In front of the third mountain.

Every cultivator showed bitter expressions on their faces, including Yinqiu, Yinze, and even a few Shangmiao Zhenren were stopped here.

"The puppet in the middle stage of the Xuan Dynasty is much stronger than me, how can it possibly get through??" Monk Yinqiu kept shaking his head.

"What the hell, why is it that the puppet beast I fought against is so good that it's a top-notch monk? Isn't it because the poor monk has been practicing for a long time?" A master of Shangmiao was indignant.

Only after crossing the third sea level can you participate in the sect competition. This is the rule on Buddha Day.

And if you want to pass the test, you must defeat the puppet in front of the mountain.

The strength of each puppet is different. The strongest one is comparable to the early stage of True Inspiration Realm, and the weakest one is only at the early stage of Douxiao Realm. Depending on the years of practice, the puppet beasts encountered are also different.

For example, the monk Yinqiu encountered a puppet in the middle stage of Xuanxuan.

The Master Shangmiao, who has been practicing for more than seven thousand years, encountered a top-notch Shangmiao puppet.

If someone practices for more than 10,000 years, he will even encounter the early stage of true artistic conception.

"Junior Brother Yinqiu looks so bad. Could it be that he feels sorry for those Xuanling Crystals?" Monk Yinze walked up to him with a sneer, "I saw with my own eyes that those contract talismans fell into your hands. Unfortunately, they all turned into Waste paper."

"What are you so proud of? The time has only passed halfway, and we still don't know who will win and who will lose." Monk Yinqiu retorted.

"Don't deceive yourself. How is it possible to understand the secret book within half a month?"

"If Yinshan really had this ability, he would have become famous in the sect long ago. How could he wait until today?"

Monk Yinze looked disdainful, "Junior brother, please stay here. I have defeated the puppet beast and am preparing to go to the next sea area. During the sect competition, please remember to give me a few shouts."

"There's no need to shout. Junior Brother Yinqiu still has to shout for me. I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you." A voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Um?"

Monk Yinze quickly looked behind him.

The disciples around him also looked up.

I saw a figure coming quickly, and the escaping light surged around the body, blocking the face, but the outline of the facial features could still be seen.

"Senior Brother Yinshan?!"

The moment he saw the person clearly, monk Yinqiu's eyes lit up with excitement and excitement.

"How is it possible?? How could he pass the first test? Could it be..."

Monk Yinze's eyes were dull.

The monks around also looked shocked.

They remembered very clearly that Yinshan chose the secret art book. Only seven and a half days had passed, and he actually reached the third most important mountain. Could it be that it only took him less than seven days to fully understand the secret art book? ?

Whoosh!

Gu Xiuyun came to Yinqiu's side, with a smile on his lips, "The secret art books are quite sophisticated. They took me a lot of time and made my junior brother worried."

"I knew that senior brother would be able to pass the test. There are hundreds of Xuanling Crystals, which are nearly half a million source coins. How could senior brother give them up so easily?"

Monk Yinqiu said excitedly.

In Dingkong Temple, the person Gu Xiuyun is most familiar with is Yinqiu.

Before the Douxiao Realm, the two of them often traveled together. Yinqiu knew very well that his senior brother was an extremely stable person. How could such a person lose his mind and make a contract indiscriminately just because of a few words?

To the monks around them, they only lost one Xuanling Crystal, but to Gu Xiuyun, it was hundreds of Xuanling Crystals, which had a completely different meaning.

People can give up some money for the sake of face, but they will not go bankrupt for a few words...unless they are crazy.

"No wonder you want to make a contract with us, Yinshan... I underestimated you." Monk Yinze's face turned pale and pale.

He didn't take a Xuanling Crystal seriously.

What really made him angry was his previous arrogance. Thinking of his previous provocations, Yinze felt filled with regret.

A hundred feet away, a monk breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, Senior Brother Yinshan didn't agree to my request. He mentioned the bet to ten Xuanling Crystals and 30,000 Origin Coins. I can't afford to pay back even if I bankrupt my entire family."

Not only him, but the other monks also exhaled a sigh of relief.

He was not the only one who had this idea. Fortunately, Gu Xiuyun didn't agree. Thinking of this, not only did everyone feel no resentment, but they felt a bit grateful.

There is a huge difference between one Xuanling Crystal and ten Xuanling Crystals.