After Yang Jian went up the mountain, Wen Liang began screening the brothers who had come to join them.
The process was simple enough. They only needed to go to Wild Goose Terrace in the Water Margin Stronghold, where Ma Shan, Liangshan's sixth chief and Wen Liang's sworn brother, was waiting.
Ma Shan wore a cloud-fan helmet and a pale yellow robe. His face looked powdered, and three long strands of beard hung from his chin. What surprised Yang Jian was that Ma Shan had three eyes, just like him.
One look from the third eye in Ma Shan's forehead was enough to decide whether someone could join.
As a fellow Three-Eyed Monster, Yang Jian knew perfectly well that distinguishing treachery from virtue, good from evil, and darkness from light in people's hearts was a basic power of that third eye.
But he still did not understand. Did bandits really need to judge good and evil?
The bandit who had admitted to petty theft earlier received a glare from Ma Shan and passed.
However, Ma Shan specifically warned him, "You haven't committed any great evil, but your conduct leaves much to be desired. Undergo reform for a few days first, then submit a report on your thinking."
What in the world was that?
Yang Jian grew increasingly bewildered. Had these people really dreamed up so many tricks just for joining a bandit gang?
Wen Liang, who was maintaining order nearby, probably took a liking to Yang Jian because of his handsome looks. Seeing his confusion, he offered a few unsolicited explanations:
"My sworn brother's third eye can distinguish good from evil. You know Grand Tutor Wen at court? He's our Liangshan's Grand Tutor Wen. He can tell good from evil, loyalty from treachery. Only bandits who haven't committed any great