This was a small, warm reminder. After all, Senior Buddha Lotus could be very good at serving dishes according to the guest—the more stubborn a person was, the more likely they were to be made into an example. Ahem, when he had been young and ignorant, he had made the same mistake every Buddhist Cultivator in Bitter Crossing Temple had made.
Unexpectedly, the entrance to the Lotus Pond this time consisted of eight beams of light paved by eight Buddhist Sect scriptures. No one could make out the contents of the scriptures; they could only choose one based on instinct and enter. Whatever they chose was what they got.
Chen Zui stood first in line. What he hated most in his life was using his brain. "Which way?"
Wen Xu looked at the eight identical beams of light and reasonably suspected that this was merely a gimmick on display. After all... if there really were eight secret realms for comprehending one's heart, Bitter Crossing Temple was being far too lavish. At the end of the day, they were only Golden Core True Persons.
"Pick one that looks pleasing to you."
Since the finals were meant to test one's heart and temper one's nature, this was a completely individual contest. Even fellow disciples of the same sect could never interfere with another's path. Still, Wen Xu was Yonglu Mountain's junior granduncle-master, so he inevitably had to greet the fellow disciples competing alongside him. As for interference? His master had never given such instructions.
At those words, Chen Zui immediately walked toward the nearest pillar of light. The moment he stepped inside, his figure vanished into the beam. Seeing someone enter first, the others promptly followed. Wen Xu and Bian Chunchou soon followed Chen Zui into the beam nearest to them.
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