I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

Go out for alms?

Ye Nan raised his eyebrows.

Well, it's really a coincidence that I came here.

"I just want to worship in the Holy Land and be an ordinary disciple. It doesn't matter if Monk Zhe Shi is not here. The Lord of the Holy Land is always there, right?"

The monk replied, "The Holy Lord is indeed there. Do you want to meet the Holy Lord?"

Ye Nan nodded without thinking.

"Do you think that our holy master can be seen by anyone?" The monk squeezed his fist, "If you want to worship my sanskrit holy land, you must first pass my test!"

Ye Nan glanced at him with some contempt.

Pass you first?May I ask if you can bear my finger?

He could tell at a glance that although this monk had the right to speak, his cultivation was only an eighth level martial king.

I'm afraid this kind of ants can't get through with a single move in their hands.

"You are too weak, replace your Holy Master."

After hearing Ye Nan's words, all the monks laughed.

"That's what you said, I hope you don't regret it!"

A burly monk turned and left.

Soon.

Boom~~~
Suddenly, there were loud explosions in the entire Sanskrit Holy Land.

follow closely.

I saw an old monk with white brows in a bright red cassock escape, with a holy aura all over his face.

"This little friend, is it you who want to visit my Sanskrit Holy Land?"

Ye Nan nodded and said, "That's right."

The old monk with white eyebrows smiled contemptuously, and said in a nonchalant way: "The benefactor is still in the world of mortals, so it is better not to become a monk anymore, please go back."

Ye Nan didn't know what he meant by this, and asked, "What is the world of mortals and not the world of mortals, can I be a lay disciple?"

Layman disciple?

The old monk with white eyebrows was laughed out of anger on the spot, and said coldly: "Just you? Still want to be my lay disciple in Sanskrit Holy Land? What talent do you have that deserves my exception to accept you?"

Ye Nan hadn't had time to speak yet.

A certain monk at the side suddenly said: "Holy Master, his talent is incredible! Just now he escaped the offensive of so many of us, a bit amazing!"

ridicule.

Lively sarcasm.

The old monk with white eyebrows reluctantly took a look at Ye Nan, and said, "I'm sorry, but it is absolutely impossible to worship my Sanskrit Holy Land quickly just by my body skills."

Ye Nan calmly said: "Then what if the talent is extraordinary?"

The old monk with white eyebrows thought about it for a while, and said, "How extraordinary is your talent?"

Ye Nan smiled slightly, "If you come to test it, you'll be fine."

The old monk with white eyebrows showed a suspicious expression.

He felt that Ye Nan, a young man, could be so confident and venture into his own holy land alone?
Or, do you have special skills?

"Well, seeing that you are a young man, I will give you this chance, but if you don't have any talent, then you have to be mentally prepared."

The old monk with white eyebrows raised his feet and walked deep into the holy place, saying: "Follow me."

Ye Nan nodded and followed closely.

Along a quiet path, the two soon arrived in front of a Buddhist hall.

"This is the Hall of Eighteen Arhats. If you can stick to it for a stick of incense, you will be considered qualified."

When we got here, the old monk with white eyebrows got straight to the point.

Ye Nan didn't talk nonsense, and directly opened the door to enter Luohan Hall.

In the blink of an eye, he came out.

"Huh?" The old monk with white eyebrows felt a bit of contempt in his heart, "Why did you come out? Did you just give up when you saw the tyranny of the Eighteen Arhats?"

Ye Nan said lightly: "Go in and have a look."

Hearing this, the old monk Baimei realized something, and hurriedly opened the door to enter.

For a moment, he was stunned.

Looking around, I saw the eighteen arhats in the hall who were originally alive and well, all stumbling around and breathing weakly.

Even the arhat stick made of meteorite was broken.

"How... how did you do it?"

The old monk with white eyebrows stood there dumbfounded, his cloudy eyes filled with disbelief.

Ye Nan's floating voice came from outside the door, "They are too weak."

The old monk with white eyebrows pushed the door straight out, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know how you did it, how about it, there is a puppet hall deep in the Holy Land, which is the test level for accepting disciples every year, and that level is the last one. Guan, it's extremely dangerous, since you think the eighteen arhats are weak, then you go there to learn, how about it?"

Ye Nan didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly agreed, "Take me there."

"Walk."

Not long after walking deep into the holy land, the old monk with white eyebrows brought Ye Nan to an ancient house.

look around.

I saw that the ancient house was made of blue bricks, and before I approached it, I could immediately feel the bursting breath coming from inside.

"I would like to remind you again that young people are a bit talented, but don't be arrogant. The horror inside is beyond your imagination. If you regret it after entering, then yell and I will turn off the switch of the puppet. Help you get out of trouble."

Before entering the door, the old monk Baimei explained another sentence.

Ye Nan knew that he meant it well, but he didn't need it at all.

creak-

He didn't answer, just pushed the door open and went in.

Seeing Ye Nan like this, the old monk with white eyebrows sighed heavily, feeling that this young man was too high-minded.

Boom!

Boom! ! !
As soon as Ye Nan entered, there was a loud noise from the whole ancient house.

But the bang was fleeting.

Seeing Ye Nan push the door and come out, the white clothes on his body were only slightly stained with dust, and his expression was calm and easy.

"It's still too weak..."

Hearing this, the old monk with white eyebrows widened his eyes, feeling deeply unbelievable.

Without going in to check, he already knew what was going on inside.

In his hand, he held a white mechanism buckle.

This buckle is the switch of those puppets.

But now, the switch has lost contact with those puppets.

This means that the puppet inside has been completely destroyed and turned into a pile of debris.

"Young man, I wrongly blamed you just now. From today onwards, you are a lay disciple of my Sanskrit Holy Land. This is your badge. Take it."

The old monk with white eyebrows took out a golden plaque, pressed it casually, and wrote a Dharma name on it: Wubei.

"Your generation is a sad generation, so you just use this dharma name, are you satisfied?"

Ye Nan took a look at the sign and said, "I'm a lay disciple, and my Dharma name doesn't matter, but this is too ugly, right?"

The old monk with white eyebrows smiled awkwardly and asked, "Then what name do you want?"

Ye Nan was about to speak.

However, at this moment, an arrogant voice suddenly came from a distance, "Just call him Wangcai!"

What he said made Ye Nan raise his eyebrows.

looked sideways.

I saw a young man in a white gown flying from the air, with a folding fan swaying gently in his hand, looking very personable.

thump.

The youth fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Ye Nan's eyes turned cold, and he asked, "Who are you?"

The young man joked and said, "My name is Aixinjueluo Shuaika, does it sound nice?"

"It sounds good, it sounds great." Ye Nan sneered.