The first round of the Qin Empire's scripture seeker selection was simple: running. After all, anyone going to Great Thunderclap Temple to obtain the true scriptures could not have a frail body. They might fall ill and die halfway there.
Upon hearing this, quite a few old monks pounded the ground in despair. They had spent their entire lives chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha, with hardly any physical training at all.
The route was not particularly long, only thirty li there and back.
Only the first hundred would qualify. Everyone else would be eliminated outright.
In order to clear the first round, the Buddhist Sect's eminent monks had no choice but to risk their old lives.
Naturally, there were cultivators among the monks, and more than half of them could scale walls and leap across rooftops.
The most formidable old monk among them had reached the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm. He moved like the wind and completed the round trip in less than ten breaths.
The monks of Da'an Temple were all gasping for breath as they ran. The old Abbot's legs were nearly breaking. It was not that he did not want to head west to meet Buddha; he simply lacked the strength.
As the top hundred spots filled up, even Xuanzang could not squeeze in.
Guanyin Bodhisattva in the sky frowned. More than eighty people had already passed the first round, while Xuanzang had not even completed a tenth of the route.
Finally, Guanyin closed her eyes and lightly flicked the willow leaf in her hand. Several drops of liquid brimming with life force fell onto Xuanzang's bald head.
It was as though his Ren and Du meridians had been opened. Xuanzang's feet began to race forward uncontrollably.
Just as the final hundred spots were about