On December 18th, early in the morning, there were crowds of people in front of Junshan Temple. Hundreds of monks gathered at the steps in front of the temple, waiting for the exam. Behind the monks, three layers inside and three layers inside and outside, were filled with people from the village who came to see the lively Junshan people.

Bai Geng was holding the No. 13 wooden sign and was also standing among the monks. Next to him was the Miss Jiang's family who had been squeezed over at some time.

"Brother Bai, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive yesterday." Miss Jiang's head lowered her head to admit her mistake.

Bai Geng said: "It's okay, I've experienced too much this matter and it's not worth mentioning."

"The little woman knows that she is not worthy of Brother Bai, so she doesn't ask for anything else, but she asks for Brother Bai to fulfill her wish."

"What is Miss Jiang's wish..."

Bai Geng asked, and heard a gong ringing in front of the temple gate. Someone shouted: "The time has come, the monks who are expected to take the exam will enter the venue!"

The crowd suddenly became turbulent, and the monks who signed up for the exam rushed forward and walked towards the temple.

"My son, try it carefully, don't embarrass my Yue family..."

"Disciple, don't think about anything else. Just focus on comparing. Even if it doesn't work, there will be a next time..."

"Brother, there are three heart-nourishing pills here. I asked me to go to Huayun Pavilion for you. If you are not in good spirits, you can continue to take it..."

"Husband, I'm waiting for you here. I wish you success..."

Amidst the chaos, Bai Geng had a note in his palm, but it was stuffed by Miss Jiang. He didn't have time to look at it, so he walked up the steps with a wooden sign in his hand.

Lu Jin and Song Xiong stuck in the temple gate and checked one by one.

"Guo Zhiwei, male cultivator, Pingwu County Lingyao Villa, Grand Master Realm, white face, round face, No. 3, please come in."

"Long Qingxian, male cultivator, Yangcao Mountain, Pingwu County, Huangguanjing, square face and big ears, No. 18, please come in."

"Jingxing lay Buddhist, female cultivator, Jingxingyan, Pingwu County, Huangguanjing, Xing... Well, on the 19th, please come in."

"Bai Geng, male cultivator, Qingzhu Valley, Jiangyou County, Huangguan Realm, face is like jade, wood is like a star, plump god is elegant, nose is like a hanging gallbladder... Is this written by Xiaoqu? This guy... No. 13, please come in."

Bai Geng entered the temple gate, followed the queue and walked in, passed through the Jade Emperor Hall, dormitory and other places, and came to the back garden. He saw the ponds, hills, red pavilions and lawns, and jade belts. There was a sense that he could not say in the smallness. He felt relaxed and happy in his heart.

There were already four people sitting in the pavilion. Bai Geng met Zhao Ran when he came and knew that these four people should be the judges of this written test, four Taoist sects from Long'an, Baoning, Dufu and Tongchuan.

More than twenty sets of tables and chairs were placed around the pavilion, which were far apart from each other. Bai Geng walked over, found the number Thirteen, and sat in his seat. When he got free, Bai Geng took out the note of Miss Jiang and saw that it said, "Tonight, the top of Junshan."

Bai Geng couldn't help but tremble, remembering the spirit wolf last night. He looked at Ms. Jiang who was sitting diagonally behind the table, and signaled to talk to her several times, but Ms. Jiang blushed and refused to look at him.

In desperation, I had to give up for the time being and remind Ms. Jiang later after the written test.

The written test began soon. Bai Geng won the A test paper. After the question was posted, he quickly browsed it. Bai Geng felt very calm and began to write the answer paper without thinking.

The first is the semantic sorting question of logical relationships:

Zi: Many ancient magic weapons remains, magic array relics, etc. discovered and unearthed in northern Sichuan areas such as Longan and Baoning are evidence of their relic

Ugly: After the battle, the magic weapon was settled, a large number of spiritual herbs, spiritual flowers, and spiritual mines were soon born. These plants with spiritual energy attracted a large number of monsters to gather.

Yin: Influenced by the aura of spiritual energy, many places here are very suitable for the cultivation and growth of monsters.

Mao: The monster attracts monks living in the heart of the Central Plains to hunt in northern Sichuan

Chen: Although northern Sichuan is located in a densely populated area, this area is where ancient monks fight fiercely

Si: This happened about 60,000 to 50,000 years ago

Rearrange the above six sentences and label the serial number as: ()

Bai Geng didn't even finish reading the title, so he directly filled in the blank "Chen Yin Chou Mao Si Zi".

Then look down, the second question is the quantitative relationship:

There are three piles of spiritual fruits, the first pile has three hundred and three spiritual fruits, the second pile accounts for one fifth of the total number of spiritual fruits, and the third pile accounts for several seventh of the total number of spiritual fruits. Find the total number of spiritual fruits.

Zi. Three thousand five hundred and thirty-five

Ugly. Three thousand six hundred and thirty-six

Yin. Three thousand seven hundred and thirty-seven

Mao. Three thousand eight hundred and thirty-eight

Bai Geng fills in the blanks without thinking.

He quickly finished answering the previous twenty-five test questions, and he began to answer the essay again. The essay was to independently choose a section of the Taoist sutra, and then explain a certain section of the practice he had practiced recently in turn, and describe the actual purpose of the practice. Bai Geng finished all the answers in just one hour during the entire written test.

After answering the questions, Bai Geng looked at the situation of the monks around him and saw that everyone was still trying hard to answer the questions. Some were writing like flying, some were scratching their heads, and some looked around, but no one handed in the paper. So he patiently waited and continued to wait for the right time to hand the paper.

Bored, Bai Geng kept staring at the four Taoist sects in the pavilion. His eyes were always following the female cultivator, and he felt that the female cultivator had thin waists and long legs, a clear face, and was very attractive.

I heard that this is a female walking from Tongchuan Mansion, with her surname Pei. Bai Geng thought to herself that the Pei family is worthy of being a descendant temple in Sichuan Province. Pei Walk is so young that she is actually in the Huangguan Realm. When I was at her age, I was afraid that she was still struggling in the Feather Realm.

Before he knew it, he saw too much, and immediately discovered it by Pei Zhongning. Pei Zhongning had a bad eye and glared at him immediately. Bai Geng quickly lowered his head and thought, thinking, thinking that this Pei was so sexy, without a trace of gentleness as a lady from a wealthy family. It was a pity.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strange movement. Bai Geng looked up and saw Pei Xing's face sinking like water. He quickly walked down from the pavilion, walked straight to the seventh table, picked up the test paper on the table, and said coldly: "I said it long ago. You must not use Taoist magic and magical powers during the exam. Do you think it was just in vain?"

The monk at Table 7 was over 60 years old, and the old man stood up to defend himself: "I am not feeling well, just a skill for clearing my heart. Isn't that okay?"

Pei Xingzhuo snorted, "You still dare to argue? This test room is a magic array set up by Senior Brother Zhao himself, and eight pieces of the guard Taoist talisman are used! Are you pinching the Qingxin Art or the Divine Eye Art? Do you want to show your magic on the spot?"

The old monk's lips were trembling, and he didn't dare to argue anymore, but begged for mercy: "Pei Xingyou, give me another chance. The little old man is 69 years old and has been competing for more than ten times. He has not had a position yet. Where can he have face when he goes back? Just take it as fulfilling my wish..."

Pei Xingzuo shook his head: "The law is like iron. If you violate the law, you must be punished. Otherwise, others will follow the example of this talisman awarding competition. Can't be done? Senior, go back."

The old monk asked in the pavilion unwillingly: "Zhao Xing, let me spare my old man's experience. Can I ask my old man to answer the questions intact?"

Zhao Ran couldn't bear it, but at this moment, in front of so many monks taking the exam, what could he do? He had to harden his heart and shake his head gently.

The old monk left the examination room in frustration. Looking at his lonely back, the monks were all shocked, and they gave up other thoughts and answered questions with peace of mind.
Chapter completed!