Chapter 306: Make You a Bean Paste
Passing by one illusion after another, Lin Xinhuan saw the little beggar. In the illusion, he was wearing clean white clothes, holding a book and reading attentively, while Xiao Huang was playing beside him, just like the daily life of every scholar in the mortal world.
"He must be jealous of people who can read." He must also be jealous of the warm life.
The scene changed. Why did that person look familiar? He seemed like someone I saw in the mirror every day. Wasn't that me standing opposite the little beggar?
A strange yet familiar face, chewing a bun bigger than her face, with a greasy face that Lin Xinhuan couldn't bear to look at: "Thank you, in this fantasy, you didn't forget our agreement, and you drew me a bun bigger than my face because you were afraid I would get hungry."
I rubbed my stomach. I haven't eaten yet, but I'm already feeling full.
Further ahead is the old man who was left behind at the beginning. In the illusion, he is lying between mountains and water, with a chicken leg in his left hand, a duck leg in his right hand, and a circle of baked cakes hanging around his neck.
When you are hungry, open your mouth and nibble on the bread, then stuff some meat into your mouth.
When I feel sleepy, I just close my eyes and fall asleep.
Woke up and continued to eat his cake.
Lin Xinhuan's eyes twitched, and she just wanted to pull Yang Yujie over to take a closer look. She said that she couldn't find anyone who was better at letting go and being lazy than her. Well, here he is. Look at him, he just eats and sleeps, how can he be as diligent as me!
Yang Yujie slapped Lin Xinhuan's hand away, took out a mirror and asked Lin Xinhuan to hold it and look at it: "If Uncle Lin and Aunt Wu were not at home, you would have done this."
At this time, Lin Xinhuan's face in the mirror turned into the greasy face of an old man. She was so scared that she shook her head and immediately threw the picture out of her mind.
The first one to reach the top of the mountain was the old man. When he saw Lin Xinhuan sitting in the main seat, he smiled knowingly.
"Fellow Daoist, congratulations on becoming the first person to reach the summit. Take your number plate and register here."
Xuanyuan Wenqin handed him a wooden sign and led him to Jin Aicai's location. This step was to register basic personal information so that he could be arranged for a suitable position in the future. The leader of a miscellaneous sect who was in charge of various types of practice had the most experience.
After registration, you will go to the logistics department to learn about the sect’s various benefits and whether you are willing to become a disciple of Lingshan Sect.
Xuanyuan Zhang is the most suitable person to be in charge as the lord of the city.
The old man's pupils shrank when he saw them, but he looked cheerful and straightened his beard: Lingshan Sect, I've come to the right place, what a gathering place for big guys, one more person won't make a difference, just lie down happily~
Old people no longer have to worry about the troubles caused by their protrusions.
Jin Aicai felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before. As the disciples behind him came one after another, he temporarily suppressed his doubts.
Following the instructions without any confusion, Lin Xinhuan lifted the lid of the teacup, gently skimmed off the foam, pursed her lips to blow away the hot air, sipped a mouthful of tea, and sighed from deep in her throat: "Ha~ It's really delicious~"
The busy crowd looked up with resentment. Jin Aicai and Xuan Yuanzhang said: Aren't we here to travel and visit the children? What's the difference between this and being in the sect or in the city?
Seeing the lady chatting with Lin Xinhuan with a smile on her face, she could not receive their passionate gazes at all. She sighed helplessly, picked up the pen and continued to register the visitors.
"Here, have a piece of cantaloupe."
"Hmm~ The melons fed by Aunt Xiangling are especially sweet~"
Lin Xinhuan was originally worried about the lack of manpower for the sect to recruit new members, and she was also thinking about how to integrate the Internet with cultivation for efficient registration. However, faced with the cultivation world that has no signs of technology at all, even a smart person like her has to work hard.
It is better to leave this difficult problem to the highly intelligent researchers at the National Academy of Sciences. Professionals should do professional work.
A researcher who has not yet thoroughly studied magic and technology has taken over a project that integrates cultivation with technology. He is overwhelmed and wants to learn the art of clone immediately. As for the black hand behind the scenes, he only wants to say: "It's really a trap."
Lin Xingzheng from the Institute of Science and Technology also started to get busy and joined the relevant project team.
The unexpected visit of the two families hit her heart and perfectly solved her problem: "Welcome to you!"
When facing the particularly enthusiastic Lin Xinhuan, Jin Aicai and Xuan Yuanzhang just thought: This kid is not bad.
After picking up the pen, I suddenly recalled the first time I saw him. What I heard was: "Welcome to us workers!"
Workers, a group of kind-hearted people who work hard without complaint, provide the leader with a big house, and earn spirit stones to spend lavishly. This is a new word they heard when they inadvertently overheard Xuanyuan Wenqin and Lin Xinhuan talking, and it fits them very well.
"One stick of incense has passed. Those who have not reached the summit will lose their qualification to join the sect."
The steady male voice, as loud as a bell, reached everyone's ears, shocking those who were deep in the illusion and making them realize that they were in the trial for selecting disciples for the sect!
Recalling what he had done in the illusion, his face turned purple and then red, red and then black, and black and then blue. It was more exciting than a color palette.
The male cultivator walked to the foot of the mountain in anger, his brows furrowed so much that he could pinch a cockroach to death: "What a lousy place! They don't even want to retain a talent like me. I wish no one from Lingshan Sect will ever be able to ascend to heaven, and will always be trampled under the feet of all the sects!"
"Why didn't I see the little beggar, the old man, and the woman? Could they have reached the top? No, no, no, no." He denied his thoughts again and again, "They must have been teleported away a long time ago."
Some people find it more uncomfortable to admit that others are better than they are to rot and stink. Apparently this monk is such a person.
"Why are you all staring at me? Have you noticed my handsome looks?" He stroked his chin with his hand and smiled evilly. He felt much better after failing the test.
Everyone who saw him covered their mouths and kept looking back at him, enjoying the attention of everyone.
"Hahahahaha, what's that on your face?"
In the end, someone couldn't help laughing and fell over.
On the face! The male cultivator noticed something was wrong and hurriedly touched his own face. It was smooth and tender, with no foreign matter. "It won't be disfigured, will it? Mirror! Mirror! Give me a mirror!"
Outsiders thought he was terribly crazy and threw him a mirror.
"Ah! Who is it! Don't let me catch him!" A face with a pile of poop drawn on it appeared in the mirror. It looked even more distorted because of anger, like the type after having a stomach upset.
The mirror is broken.
Fearing that he would attract the attention of the lunatic, the owner of the mirror could only swallow this humiliation: "Who is this person? I was so kind to lend him the mirror. It's a top-quality product. I think the shit on his face was painted by him. We are all in a dreamland. Who has time to bother a stranger?"
"Yes, yes, he painted it himself in the dream. Who knows what he saw in the dream? He painted all the cute things on his face."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Did they admit that they did it?
The male cultivator became even more furious upon hearing this, and glared at them viciously, wishing he could kill them all. However, looking at the people whose cultivation was higher than his, he could only comfort himself: It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, and I will make you kneel down and apologize to me.
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