Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 382 Weird Assessment
Qingshuang possesses the power of the Holy Land of Origin second only to the Holy Lord, and it is easy to find out the location of the Taoist place where Xuanzang lives.

Walking outside Xuanzang's ashram, Qingshuang was thinking of an excuse to visit, when a gentle voice came from behind her.

"Brother, what's the matter at the gate of the poor monk's dojo?"

When Qingshuang turned her head, she saw Xuanzang looking at her with a smile.

"Oh, I have met this elder. I am Feng He, the inspector in the Holy Land. I specialize in recording the situation of the newly recruited elders and investigating whether they are qualified to become internal elders. I am here to ask Elder Xuanzang about some things. I don't know how Is it inconvenient?" The big man transformed by Qingshuang asked with a straight face.

Xuanzang thought for a moment, with a look of doubt on his face, "Will the inspectors start their investigation after the first era? Why so soon?"

"Elder Xuanzang, it's like this. Because the Dao Trial Conference is approaching recently, the Holy Land needs to conduct an inspection of the outer elders. Some of them will be transferred to the Dao Trial Conference site to maintain order. Those who perform outstandingly will have the opportunity to become internal elders." Qingshuang made up an excuse and explained, while talking, secretly looked at Xuanzang from top to bottom.

"Tao Dao meeting?"

Xuanzang's eyes lit up, didn't he just kill the Lord Xiao just to enter the Dao Trial Conference?

This is the opportunity to find it!

"Okay, if you have any questions, please come in and talk!" Xuanzang waved his hand, the formation of the dojo was opened, and the two walked into the dojo side by side.

"Ronglan, serve tea!"

"Yes, elder."

The two were sitting opposite each other. Xuanzang looked at this two-meter-tall, majestic man, and suddenly felt an inexplicable attraction. This feeling had only appeared on Qingshuang before. His face was a little weird, and he thought to himself: "I can't change my taste, right? Why do I feel that way about this big bearded man in front of me..."

"Wind Inspector, do you have any questions?" Although Xuanzang felt a little cold in his heart, he still had a smile on his face.

The giant man transformed by Qingshuang was also infected by this kind of smile, and asked with a smile, "I don't know where Elder Xuanzang came from?"

"The poor monk comes from the Great Desolate World. Brother Feng probably hasn't heard of it. It's far away from the heavens and seas." Xuanzang replied slowly. He felt that the giant man looked at him a little strangely.

"How long has Elder Xuanzang practiced? When did he prove the Tao?"

Hearing this question, Xuanzang narrowed his eyes slightly, and then slowly said: "The poor monk has practiced for hundreds of epochs, and he attained the Tao before the [-]th epoch. I can't remember the exact time..."

When Qingshuang heard this, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes, and said inwardly, "This guy is lying, if I hadn't met him 3 years ago, I would have been fooled by him, hmph!"

"Hehehe, Elder Xuanzang has been practicing for so long, it's really touching!"

"Touching?" Xuanzang was taken aback, there was something wrong with this adjective.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, I mean Elder Xuanzang is indeed a man of great perseverance, the next question, what avenues does Elder Xuanzang have in his cultivation?"

"The poor monk has more than 20 ways to practice, namely the Avenue of Faith, the Avenue of Life, the Avenue of the Undead, the Avenue of Ice, and the Avenue of Stars..."

Xuanzang told all the avenues he practiced one by one, but he hid the avenue of strength, because he heard that the avenue of strength was ranked very high, and it was easy to attract the covetousness of some strong people.

"Ahem, isn't there a way of strength?" Qingshuang asked with a half-smile.

Xuanzang was startled suddenly, staring directly at the giant man in front of him, his heart was a little shaken, and he thought to himself: "Did he see it?"

"Elder Xuanzang, I am naturally sensitive to the aura of the Dao, and I can feel a trace of the Dao of Strength in this dojo. Don't worry, if it is related to secrets, I will definitely not ask more questions. The next question, Elder Xuanzang Ever had a Taoist companion?"

"Taoist companion?" Xuanzang showed a complicated look on his face. His soul had a Taoist companion, but that was not his real Taoist companion. "The poor monk is obsessed with cultivation, and there is no Taoist companion..."

After answering, Xuanzang suddenly felt a little strange. Is this kind of question considered an assessment?
Why does the assessment of the Holy Land of Origin feel so weird...

The wind inspector continued to ask a few innocuous questions and then left without moving the spirit tea on the table.

"What a strange inspector, there is such a scent of konggulan on a big man!" Xuanzang smelled the residual smell in the air, his expression became more complicated, and he said two words lightly towards the direction of the door.

"abnormal!"

Boom!

The formation in the dojo was closed, and Xuanzang returned to the training room, ready to refine the newly acquired Blood Fiend Gauntlet.

Three days later, Xuanzang received the task letter issued by the Presbyterian Church of the Holy Land of Origin. He passed the assessment of the supervisor and could maintain order at the Dao Dao Assembly.

"Hehe, this mission actually gave me such a great power. Anyone who dares to make trouble will be killed on the spot. Now that Lord Xiao Palace is dead!" Even in the way of forcing the Lord Xiao to take action, his expression is still a bright smile, and only Monkey King can understand the amount of information contained in this smile.

Two months later, the trial meeting was held as scheduled.

On an incomparably wide martial arts arena, teams from different sects gathered here. The leaders of the teams were all Dao Overlords, and they were all divided into different areas to observe the ceremony.

At the entrance of the Martial Arts Field, there is a huge formation, which can test the bone age of those who participate in the Dao Trial Conference, and judge whether they meet the standards for participating in the Dao Trial Conference.

The disciples from various sects tested one by one and entered the middle of the Martial Arts Arena, where many precious Dao materials were arranged, and there were also groups of arrays of different colors. Every disciple who participated in the Dao Trial Conference would be assigned Within one of the formations.

Above the martial arts arena, there is a viewing platform made of black crystals, floating above it. At this time, many internal elders have come to sit on it, as well as invited spectators from other holy places.

Xuanzang stepped on the void and watched the martial arts field below with several other peripheral elders to prevent any disturbances.

"The Lingshui Sect team is here!"

Xuanzang took a closer look and saw a group of disciples wearing blue costumes passed through the formation and entered the martial arts arena. At the front was a middle-aged man with a short beard wearing a water-blue robe.

"He is the Lord of the Palace of Xiao, right? Let's see how I can deal with you later!" Xuanzang stared at the middle-aged man with a cold light in his eyes.

As the overlord of the Dao, Xiao Kuang is particularly sensitive to prying eyes. He raised his eyes and saw Xuanzang looking at him. Although he didn't know why the elder of the Holy Land looked at him so strangely, but out of etiquette, he Smiling and nodding.

"Elder Xuanzang, do you also know Xiao Kuang from Lingshui Sect?"

(End of this chapter)