Desperate Night

"Too difficult." Guo Shangdong on the side could not help but sigh. "It feels like it will take forever to defeat the illusion."

"It's okay, it's the same at the beginning." Xun Yang patted his shoulder with understanding, "You are already very good. Many people may not reach your level in a year. There are also people whose Taoism regresses after their state of mind falls."

"." Yu Hong didn't know what to say on the side. He just felt that it didn't seem appropriate for him to stand with the two of them.

Moreover, from Xun Yang's words, he felt that the corruption in Qingchen Temple seemed to be more serious than he imagined.

Guanwugong, a Taoist method that requires a very strict state of mind, can actually be roughly seen from the mental state.

And it is very likely that many of the teachers in the temple can no longer maintain their original state of mind.

I'm afraid that the decline of Taoism is the norm.

Not long after, Zhengming and the other four from the Daozhong class also arrived.

The four young Taoists, dressed neatly and neatly, had a cold temperament, and looked like young Taoists. They attracted a lot of attention as soon as they entered the door.

Then the rest of the old students of the Jinyu class came one after another.

Finally, there were many pilgrims watching the excitement not far away.

"Although we notified them in advance, only half of the Jinyu class can come, but half of them is still a lot." Guo Shangdong whispered beside Yu Hong.

"It's really quite a lot." Yu Hong looked at the number of people around him, which had increased to more than ten. The number of people in the Jinyu class has accumulated year after year.

When the number of people in the Jinyu class increased to twenty-one, it looked like a huge group.

The backyard of the temple became more and more lively.

These people looked different in temperament, and they seemed to be from all walks of life, and their ages ranged from teenagers to forty-somethings.

Everyone changed into a gray Taoist robe, gathered in groups of two or three, and chatted quietly about topics of interest to them.

Almost all the disciples had arrived, and then came the middle-level deacon Taoist priests in charge of management.

Among them, there are Taoist priests who sing lyrics, Taoist priests who discipline, Taoist priests who enjoy music, Taoist priests who register, etc.

Finally, after waiting for more than ten minutes, the master entered the venue.

"The three masters Yu Mo, Yu Fang and Yu Zhong are here."

The Taoist who sang the lyrics started working loudly, holding a small emperor bell in his hand and knocking it gently.

Ding.

The sound of the bell refreshed everyone's spirits.

The three old Taoists, supported by the Taoist children, slowly walked in and sat in their exclusive seats. Everyone hurriedly saluted the three of them.

"The routine internal competition of Qingchen Temple has officially begun!"

The Taoist Yu Mo, one of the old Taoists, stood up and recited the opening words aloud.

"Taking advantage of this new class entering the door, the internal competition can not only show the style of the younger generation of Qingchen Temple, but also allow everyone to have a clear understanding and comparison of their own abilities and qualities."

"In fact, this internal competition ranking is the ranking of the commission level when it is put outside." Guo Shangdong whispered to Yu Hong below.

"Can it be like this?" Yu Hong was speechless. This is really all about money. Deliberately holding an internal competition to show their own strength, and then publicly setting prices for each disciple to earn extra money?

Next, the Taoist class demonstrated their magic skills, led by the Taoist Zhengming, who was known as one of the two great geniuses.

He was the handsome white-faced Taoist priest who always had a cold face and looked like he was wasting his time when talking to anyone.

After he went up, a patient who was said to have been hit by an evil spirit was soon sent to the scene.

"I'm in so much pain, who, who is cutting my flesh with a knife? Who is it!? Get out now!!" The patient was tied to a metal stretcher and was still struggling wildly when he was sent up, with bloodshot eyes and tears.

"Don't worry, you will be relieved of the pain soon." Zhengming took a few steps forward, stood beside the other person's stretcher, and stretched out his hand to press on the other person's forehead.

As if he was electrocuted, the patient froze for a moment, then quickly closed his eyes slowly, his expression became gentle, and then... he fell asleep.

In front of at least forty or fifty people around him, he fell asleep.

Wow.

Suddenly, there was thunderous applause.

The pilgrims who were watching the excitement around them clapped their hands in a very respectful manner.

Most of these pilgrims were elderly people. When they saw the scene of the treatment, they all cheered and praised loudly.

Some people even called Zhengming by his nickname.

"As expected of the Jade-faced Taoist Master Zhengming! He is really amazing!!"

Zhengming's face was slightly red. He pretended not to hear, but his eyes became more and more cold. He bowed to the people around him and the teacher, and turned to leave.

"The case stage is over. Now it's the internal ranking. This time, we will start with the junior brothers in the Jinyu class. The assessment method is the display of Taoism. Due to special reasons, the assessment method of our sect is also very special." The Taoist in charge of the assessment said loudly.

He stepped back and made way for a large room with an open door on the side.

"The method is to enter the fighting room and fight one-on-one freely. To teach the junior brothers the attack and defense of the Seven Feather Fist. The winner will enter the next round."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the Jinyu class looked at each other in surprise.

"I thought we were practicing Taoism, how come the assessment method has become a direct fight?" A female disciple from the Jinyu class, who was obviously a newcomer, couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

No one answered. Although many people were also confused, since the rules of the sect have been set, they just followed them.

"Dingrou, this time, look to me." When Guo Shangdong heard that it was this assessment, he immediately became confident.

He patted Yu Hong's arm, "You are all dead muscles. They look big, but they are actually useless. If you can't hold on later, just admit defeat quickly, understand? Wait for me to go up and avenge you."

"Yeah." Yu Hong was speechless and could only hum, taking care of the other person's emotions. After all, they also had good intentions.

Although I don't know why this is the case, it seems that there is really no way to assess Taoist cultivation. We can only observe and make simple judgments through other methods.

After all, a person's mental and willpower strength cannot be judged without extreme circumstances.

Not long after.

Taoist Yu Mo and two other veteran Taoists sat on the main seats and began to watch the battle.

"The top three from the Jinyu class will be ranked first, and then the top three will challenge the Taoist class. Okay, let's get started."

Yu Mo picked up the wolfberry tea, took a sip, and ordered.

"The challenge has officially begun. The top three in the Jinyu class will receive an Anzhai Talisman. A talisman. The top three in the overall ranking will receive a custom-made Taoist tool." The Taoist who sang the lyrics explained loudly.

Soon, the Taoist registration priests called people forward one by one according to the ranking of Jinyu class students.

"The first game, Dingshan versus Dinghai."

Two young men and women with absolutely no Taoist temperament walked in.

One is tall and the other is short. The former has a pockmarked face and a fierce temperament. The latter looked confused and had two ponytails tied up.

As soon as I walked in, the door was closed.

The pockmarked man suddenly took action, taking the opportunity to sneak attack and punch the twin tails in the back.

Snap.

His punch was dodged, and he was pushed sideways by the twin ponytails, causing the punch to miss.

Although this punch was unsuccessful, it succeeded in arousing the displeasure of the surrounding spectators.

Everyone started cheering through the hollow windows, hoping that the Pockmarked Man would be defeated soon.

Immediately afterwards, the two distanced themselves and each used the Seven Feather Fist to attack.

This seven-feather fist, when struck slowly, moves gracefully and gently, like seven different styles of flying birds, vibrating both arms.

When used in actual combat at this time, to play fast and fast, the performance is as graceful as a dance, and has an additional sense of mystery like a sacrificial ritual.

The audience was quite pleased to see it.

In the final two minutes of the chase, Twin Tail managed to win, punching the pitted man and knocking him to the ground.

People around her applauded as she held up her hands and panted out the door.

It's just that although Yu Hong also applauded, he still felt...

"As expected of the rehearsal, it's really good, the effect."

Not far away, Xunyang muttered something, but he listened completely.

Yu Hong looked strange. He looked at the excited pilgrims outside and suddenly understood something.

"The second game, the group versus the smoke."

Soon the singer's voice sounded again.

The second pair of Taoists walked into the big room. This time they were two pretty women, both from the Jinyu class, one was plump and the other was pure.

This fight will make the outside audience even more interested. More and more pilgrims are attracted.

Especially when the two girls have sex together occasionally, the applause rises one after another.

Yu Hong looked at Guo Shangdong, who was also impressed, and shook his head in his heart, already understanding what was going on.

As time goes by, and the battles continue, slowly, not all of them are drama, there are also real battles among them.

Until the start of the eighth game.

"The eighth game, Dingrou vs Dinghe."

As the lyrics were being sung, Yu Hong walked slowly into the room. He waved his hand towards Guo Shangdong, who was cheering for him behind him.

With a creak, the door closed.

He walked to the sticker on the ground marking the confrontation position, turned around and looked across.

Standing opposite was Ding Zhong, a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned figure and broad shoulders and a flat head. His figure is well-proportioned and strong, not showy. Even if he is wearing a monk's robe, you can still feel his muscles bulging. He is a person who exercises regularly.

"That's polite." The other party raised his palm and saluted him.

"Polite." Yu Hong returned the greeting.

Obviously, in order to balance the viewing ability, the other party specially arranged the two disciples who seemed to be similar in size together.

But for the students in the Jinyu class, even the seniors who entered the class first, Yu Hong was not interested. No matter how powerful Guanwu Gong and Qiyuquan were, what would be the use of such a small amount of time to practice?

‘Let’s fight quickly. ’ He’s too lazy to act.

puff.

When the door closes, the battle begins.

The moment the wooden door closed.

Yu Hong stepped forward, making only a faint sound under his feet. In the blink of an eye, the person appeared beside Ding Zhong.

A sideways palm hit the waist.

Bang.

This came down so fast that the fixed weight didn't react at all. It seemed that he had practiced some moves, but...

"Ah!" He screamed, fell to the ground and rolled around, unable to get up.

"Dingrou wins!"

The lyricist speaks out.

"Another sneak attack!"

"If you don't talk about martial ethics, shouldn't you first take a stance?"

"This man has no good martial arts. He has grown so big for nothing."

Yu Hong was speechless as he listened to the noise of the audience outside.

Was that a sneak attack? He has slowed down a lot, but the other party just can't react. What should I do?

After exiting the room, he returned to Guo Shangdong, who was hesitant to speak but had a strange look on his face, and stood quietly, continuing to watch the battle.