From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 362: Reciting the Songs Over Emei Mountain
No complaints, no ugly moments, and all the expectations came to an end on the last day.

Those who were hoping for luck no longer had any hope, those who were self-important began to look for other ways out, and those who were resentful hoped that one day Baiyun Taoist Temple would know what a talented person it had missed today.

There are fewer and fewer candidates in the resettlement area, and a large number of buses are slowly driving out from the mountains in southern Sichuan, heading in all directions.

On July 9, the sky was getting dark, and the evil spirit that had been accumulating in the forest all night was slowly dissipating.
The remaining 4,000 people were still tossing and turning in bed as dawn approached.
Today is the final trial. The winner will be able to seize the opportunity to transcend, experience magical techniques, and live in freedom in the Shu Mountains.

But the elimination rate is still over 50%.

No one wants to be the eliminated half.

As long as they pass the last level, those things that originally only existed in novels, storybooks, movies and TV dramas will become reality. Whenever they think about it, these four thousand candidates still feel like they are in a dream.

Before five o'clock, most people had already set out. Just like the first day, they mixed in the huge team and headed towards the foot of the mountain. It was dim and most people were using flashlights.

Although there were only 4,000 people, their momentum was still mighty. They were silent all the way. The temperature in Shushan was still a bit cold at that time, and the exposed skin was chilled and gave off goose bumps.

Most of them have bloodshot eyes, like a silent but surging torrent.

Wang Shuhuan also saw the Yang siblings, whom he had met once that day, in the crowd. Yang Jiaqi seemed to have a good impression of him and nodded frequently to show his goodwill.

Yang Xinwu said nothing, and even had a hint of hostility.

In other words, there is hostility towards everyone.

Today, these people would be his competitors.

Yang Xinwu and Yang Jiaqi are the best-qualified and talented descendants of this generation of the Yang family.

As early as the beginning of the revival of spiritual energy, the Yang family had many exchanges with Baiyun Mountain and wanted the younger generations in the family to become Li Yang's disciples.

At that time, Li Yang thought it was too early to accept disciples, but he also promised Yang Yingying that if she established a Taoist tradition and founded a sect in Baiyun Temple ten years later, he could send younger generations of appropriate age to the mountain to participate in the selection.

Although Li Yang would not take care of or favor the Yang family, he had someone above him who was easy to talk to. At the request of Yang Yingying, Wang Xin once touched the bones of the younger generations of the Yang family to preliminarily explore their qualifications. As a result, Yang Xinwu and Yang Jiaqi stood out among the younger generations of the Yang family and enjoyed the Yang family's resource allocation and spiritual rice every day.

But now facing these four thousand people, Yang Xinwu was unsure.

These 4,000 people were selected from 800,000 people, and there are many descendants of top tycoons and dignitaries and people with extraordinary talents. The influence given to him by the Yang family is no longer enough for him to maintain his arrogant attitude.

The four thousand people had different mentalities. Chen Li watched Yang Jiaqi flirting with Wang Shuhuan all the way, and kept her head down without saying a word.

When the sky was just getting light, more than 4,000 candidates arrived at the foot of Baiyun Mountain.

Without further ado, Wang Shuhuan and the Yang brothers and sisters grabbed the middle seat. Looking around, today's arrangement was no different from the previous few days.

Time passed little by little, the candidates gradually took their seats, and the noise from four thousand people gathered together became gradually noisier.

Someone recognized the Yang siblings. Several chaebol descendants who had become acquainted with them because of the yak incident a few days ago came up to chat with them, wanting to know if their cousin Wang Xin had given them any information for today's interview.

At six o'clock, I saw the clouds at the foot of the mountain rolling and parting to the left and right, and several figures walked out of it.

They were Li Yang, Chi Yanhong, Wang Xin, Zhu Ling, Yu Bao, and Zhao Ziyao.

The six people were all wearing Taoist robes and cloud cloaks. They floated out from the clouds with indifferent expressions. They really seemed to be isolated from this world, as if they had ascended to heaven, which was dizzying.

These are the most important people in charge of Baiyun Mountain now, and they are all here today.

After eight days of trials, the candidates had become somewhat familiar with the several people. Realizing that today was unusual, they all kept silent.

The world fell silent again.

The four thousand people all watched in silence as the six people walked towards the platform. Li Yang walked in the front, and the other five stood behind him, and the momentum and grandeur came out in an instant.

After glancing at everyone calmly, Li Yang spoke loudly:
"Today is the last trial of Baiyun Taoist Academy."

"However, the location of this final trial is not in Baiyun, but in Emei. Later, I need you all to move to Emei with me."

Li Yang has always disliked those verbose official jargons, and conciseness is best.

The four thousand examinees were still confused, and then they heard Dao Zhenjun say: "...Move to Emei Mountain."

Wow!
Everyone started arguing, and the whole mountain was suddenly plunged into a fierce excitement.

A brave person asked Li Yang his question:
"Going to Mount Emei? But Mount Emei is quite far from Baiyun, and we didn't buy tickets in advance."

Li Yang just smiled faintly: "You will know later."

While everyone was still confused, Li Yang suddenly threw away his sleeves and waved his hand towards the candidates below.

In a flash, there was no longer a candidate at the foot of the mountain.

The four little ones were very conscious. They were already accustomed to the magical power of the devil in Li Yang's sleeves, and they did not resist when they were covered by Li Yang's sleeves.

Chi Yanhong's eyebrows jumped and he rejected Li Yang: "I will fly over there by myself."

"Alright."

After that, Li Yang laughed evilly, hugged Chi Yanhong and turned into a sword light that broke through the clouds.

"Song! Song!"

The sword light was like a meteor in the sky, smashing the clouds along the way into pieces and making a terrifying sonic boom.

When Wang Shuhuan and Chen Li opened their eyes again, the scenery in front of them had changed.

Looking up, there are still mountains, but they are rolling and undulating. The mountains are much taller than the white clouds.
The place where they were standing was a small concrete flat ground, with a bluestone road leading up the mountain at the opening. In front of them was a rolling sea of ​​clouds, and the morning sun shone some light, dyeing the forest on the top of the mountain a vast expanse of golden red.

"This is Wuxiangang! Wuxiangang at the foot of Mount Emei!"

Someone took out his cell phone to locate the location and exclaimed.

"Damn it, it was already six o'clock when we just gathered, and it's only six and four minutes now. Doesn't that mean we have traveled hundreds of kilometers in just a few minutes?"

"Is this what cultivation is? You can teleport with more than 4,000 people! If you were delivering food or express, wouldn't you make a fortune?!"

Soon, this guy who dreamed of getting rich by delivering takeout food was despised by everyone around him.

However, at this moment everyone's heart was restless and almost roaring.

This is cultivation! This is cultivation! You can't use common sense to figure it out.
"I travel to Penglai in the morning and Cangwu in the evening, with a green snake in my sleeve, showing my courage.

I was drunk three times in Yueyang, but no one recognized me. My recitation flew over Dongting Lake!"

"quiet!"

Seeing that the four thousand rookies were still making a lot of noise, Li Yang shouted softly, and a wave of spiritual energy rushed over like a tsunami, and the noise disappeared immediately.

"This is the place where you will have your final trial. It is the third level of the trial in my Baiyun Daoyuan, and it is called Seeking the Dao."

(End of this chapter)