Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

Mr. Lin felt his head buzzing at this moment, and the villagers on both sides chattered non-stop.

"This is an illusion, not a real person..."

The weak voice of the Qilin in his body suddenly came, and Lin Fei was stunned, then extremely happy, "Have you recovered?"

"I just have a little strength to speak." Qilin raised his eyes slightly, and his eyelids moved, but he couldn't move other parts.

Lin Fei was instantly depressed and lost interest.

"I think this is an illusion for the assessment. Since it is an illusion, you can only rely on yourself. I can't help you. Your every move may be watched by the outside world."

Qilin persuaded weakly.

Lin Fei was awed in his heart. Unconsciously, relying on Qilin has become a habit. This should not be his style.

His path as a cultivator should be to suppress everything by himself, with his brothers cheering beside him, and women worshiping him behind him. The wheels of history must be kicked and rolled by himself.

"This should be your test question, right?"

The Qilin interrupted his train of thought again. The high-spirited and imposing aura that he had just imagined was like a deflated ball in an instant.

Okay! It and I are one. It is acceptable for it to help when pushing the wheel of the cart.

Lin Fei squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty. He did not contact the villagers immediately. He analyzed the villagers' words carefully only after he was away from the crowd.

After a while, he roughly figured out the topic of the test, which was to let the candidates solve the conflict between the two villages.

Han Yu watched Master Lin in a daze with interest, and the test question gradually became clear in the discussion of the group of cultivators behind him.

It is to let a future cultivator solve the mortal dispute? Han Yu thought it was unlikely, especially for a large sect like Qingyang Sect. How could they be so bored as to let their future disciples get involved in these bullshit things.

"Someone failed."

Suddenly, the cultivator exclaimed and pointed at a fantasy stone.

Han Yu also looked up. In the picture, a cultivator squeezed in the crowd and seemed to realize that this was a test question. Then he seemed to have thought of the wording and stopped the people on both sides.

Seeing the crowd quiet, the candidate smiled with satisfaction, seemed more confident, and then began to talk about various truths.

"The lake is over there and will not run away. It is inexhaustible. You are two neighboring manors. Maybe you are still a family for several generations..."

The candidate couldn't say anything more because he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back. He turned his head in horror and a villager from Dongzhuang stabbed him in the back with a sickle for mowing grass.

Not only that, people from the two manors rushed up and drowned him in the blink of an eye.

When the candidate fell out of the illusion, his face was still pale. He looked at the candidates around him who were still closing their eyes. He seemed to understand something. The whole person was instantly depressed. Soon, a disciple of Qingyang Sect came and sent him out.

"Little brother, don't be too sad. Temporary gains and losses don't mean anything. If you are interested, you can come again next year, or you can choose other sects. There are also fellows from other sects watching the ceremony today." The Qingyang Sect disciple said politely.

The examinee's face gradually improved, and he hurriedly thanked the disciple.

"Little brother, you can rest at the foot of the mountain first, or go to the stone platform to watch the subsequent assessment. After the end, the sect will send all the examinees back to the city."

After the disciple finished speaking, he went into the mountain again.

After the first examinee was beaten out of the illusion, more than ten were beaten out one after another. Almost everyone was sent out by the Qingyang Sect disciples with their heads down, and almost climbed up the high platform at the same time.

They all wanted to know where they lost?

Han Yu gradually found something wrong. It seemed that he had thought wrong. This was not a simple solution to the conflict between the two villages, because all those who just talked were sent out.

Not only Han Yu, but also many cultivators from other sects around him found out.

In the illusion, Master Lin suddenly ran away, leaving behind a group of villagers. His actions quickly attracted the attention of people outside the scene.

"If I'm not mistaken, he is running towards the direction of East Village."

A cultivator said.

Master Lin was indeed running towards East Village at this moment. Not only were the people outside confused, but even Qilin couldn't understand Lin Fei's intention.

Lin Fei ran all the way into East Village. At this time, the small village was empty. Master Lin smiled and took out a fire starter. In the strange eyes of everyone, he set all the houses in the entire East Village on fire, and then ran out without stopping.

The villagers of East Village seemed to see the fire in their houses, but they stood still. Master Lin was happy when he saw it. It was indeed a rule restriction. The villagers here would only stay here.

He rushed to West Village without stopping, and also set the whole small village on fire.

After doing all this, he clapped his hands and returned to the original place. At this time, the villagers of the two villages looked at him angrily.

Master Lin put his hands on his waist and laughed, saying, "This is an illusion. If it were reality, I could compensate you for your homes. Now your East Village is gone, and your West Village is gone, so there is no need to fight."

The villagers were all enraged in an instant and swarmed over. Master Lin was so scared that he ran away, but after running a few steps, his feet were empty. When he came back to his senses, there was already a dense forest around him, and there were candidates standing with their eyes closed.

Did I pass?

Master Lin stood there for a moment, and no Qingyang Sect disciples came to pay attention to him. He was happy in his heart, and then he continued to move forward happily.

"Why can he pass like this? He is unreasonable. He burned down other people's villages."

One candidate spoke unconvincedly at this moment. He watched Mr. Lin's passing process from beginning to end, and there was no reasonable place.

Han Yu had his own guess. He thought about it and said, "Have you ever thought that the East and West Villages and the lake are just a cover. The questions in this level are not given by Qingyang Sect, but by you. You have to hand in the papers yourself."

The candidate didn't seem to understand, but the monks around him were thinking about it.

"This Taoist friend means that there is actually no proposition in the first level, and the candidates ask and answer by themselves?"

A monk couldn't help but speak.

Han Yu nodded, looked at the remaining few pictures, and said, "There are various ways to pass the first level. What do you see from the prompts, and then what questions do you ask yourself, and can you give yourself the answers in the end."

"What he saw was the gap, and what he understood was that the environment created the gap. His way of solving the problem was that the best way to eliminate the gap is to have no more differences in the environment, and to let each other merge is the solution."

At this time, in the picture, the strong man dressed as a butcher suppressed the villagers on both sides with a kitchen knife, and then redistributed the right to use the lake water.

There was one candidate who was the most outrageous. He actually dug a hole on the spot and prepared to dig a lake for the people in the West Village. However, he came out while digging.

Can he pass this? It's too outrageous. Every candidate has thought of such a stupid method.

"Because he really did it, and his will was strong. I think if he hadn't been teleported out, he might have really kept digging."

A cultivator sneered at the group of indignant candidates and spoke, but his face gradually became ugly as he laughed.

Damn it, the dog-eaten Qingyang Sect has spoiled my appetite. What should I do if these ten idiots don't even look down on me...