Desperate Night.

Chapter 291 Chapter 291
"It's too difficult," Guo Shangdong at the side could not help but sigh. "It feels like defeating the illusion is a long way off."

"It's okay, it's the same at the beginning." Xun Yang patted his shoulder in understanding, "You are already very good. Many people may not reach your level in a year. There are also people whose Taoism declines after their mentality drops."

"." Yu Hong didn't know what to say. He just felt that it was not appropriate for him to stand with the two of them.

Moreover, from Xun Yang's words, he felt that the corruption in Qingchen Temple seemed to be more serious than he had imagined.

Guanwugong is a Taoist method that has very strict requirements on the current state of mind. In fact, whether one is practicing well or not can be roughly judged from his mental state.

It is likely that many of the teachers and leaders in the temple are no longer able to maintain their original state of mind and will.

I'm afraid that the decline of Taoism is the norm.

Soon, Zhengming and other four people from the Daozhong class also arrived.

The four young Taoists, dressed neatly and tidy, with a cool temperament, looked like young Taoists. They attracted a lot of attention as soon as they entered the door.

Then came the other old students of the Jinyu class, many of whom also arrived one after another.

Finally, there were quite a few pilgrims gathered not far away to watch the fun.

"Although we notified them in advance, only half of the members of the Jinyu Class were able to come. But half is also a lot." Guo Shangdong whispered beside Yu Hong.

"It's indeed quite a lot." Yu Hong looked at the number of people around him, which had increased to more than ten. After accumulating year after year, the number of people in this Jinyu class is quite large.

By the time the number of people in the Jinyu class had increased to twenty-one, they already looked like a huge group.

The backyard of Guanli became more and more lively.

These people have different temperaments and seem to be from all walks of life. Their ages range from teenagers to forty-somethings.

Everyone changed into grey Taoist robes, gathered in groups of two or three, and chatted in low voices about topics that interested them.

Most of the disciples had arrived, and next came the Taoist deacons who were in charge of middle-level management.

Among them, there are Taoist priests who sing lyrics, Taoist priests who discipline, Taoist priests who play music, Taoist priests who register, etc.

Finally, after waiting for more than ten minutes, the teacher came in.
"The three masters Yu Mo Yu Fang Yu Zhong have arrived."

The Taoist priest began to work loudly, holding a small imperial bell in his hand and striking it gently.

When.

The sound of the bell lifted everyone's spirits.

The three old Taoist priests, supported by their Taoist children, slowly walked in and sat in their special seats. Everyone hurriedly bowed to each of them.

"The routine internal competition at Qingchen Temple has officially begun!"

The Taoist Yumo, one of the experienced Taoists, stood up and recited the opening words aloud.

"Taking advantage of this opportunity when a new class is entering the classroom, the internal competition can not only show the style of the younger generation of Qingchen Temple, but also allow everyone to have a clear understanding and comparison of their own abilities and qualities."

"In fact, this internal ranking is the commission level ranking when it is put outside." Guo Shangdong whispered to Yu Hong below.

"Is it possible?" Yu Hong was speechless. This person really only cares about money. He deliberately held an internal competition to show his own strength, and then publicly set the price for each disciple to earn extra money?

Next, it was the Taoist class’s demonstration of practical skills, led by none other than Taoist Zhengming, who was known as one of the two great geniuses.

That is the handsome Taoist priest with a white face who always has a cold face and acts like everyone he talks to is a waste of his time.

After he went up, a patient who was said to have been possessed by evil spirits was soon sent to the scene.

"It hurts so much. Who, who is cutting my flesh with a knife? Who is it? Get out now!" The patient was tied to a metal stretcher. When he was brought up, he was still struggling frantically. His eyes were bloodshot and tears were streaming down his face.

"Don't worry, you will be relieved from pain soon." Zhengming took a few steps forward, stood beside the other person's stretcher, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the other person's forehead.

The patient froze as if he had been electrocuted. Then he slowly closed his eyes, his expression softened, and then he fell asleep.

He fell asleep in front of at least forty or fifty people around him.

Wow.

Suddenly there was thunderous applause.

The pilgrims who were watching the fun around applauded out of respect.

Most of these pilgrims were elderly people. When they saw the rescue scene, they all cheered and praised loudly.

Some people even called Zhengming by his nickname.

"As expected of Jade-faced Taoist Master Zhengming! He is truly amazing!!"

Zhengming's face flushed slightly, and he pretended not to hear, but his eyes became colder and colder. He bowed to the people around him and his teachers, then turned and walked away.

"The case stage is over, and now it's time for the internal ranking. This time, we'll start with the fellow disciples from the Gold and Jade classes. The assessment method will be a display of Taoism. Due to special reasons for our sect's Taoism, the assessment method is also very special." The Taoist in charge of the assessment said loudly.

He stepped back and made way for a large room with an open door on the side.

"The method is, after entering the fighting room, you can fight freely one-on-one. I will teach you the Seven Feather Fist offense and defense. The winner will enter the next round."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the Jinyu class looked at each other in surprise.

"I thought we were practicing Taoism, so how come the assessment method has turned into direct physical combat?" A female disciple from the Gold and Jade class, who was obviously a newcomer, couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

No one responded. Although many people had the same doubts, since the rules of the sect had been set, they just followed them.

"Dingrou, it's up to me this time." When Guo Shangdong heard that it was this assessment, he immediately became confident.

He patted Yu Hong's arm and said, "Your muscles are just dead muscles. They look big, but they are useless. If you can't hold on, just admit defeat. Got it? I'll go up and avenge you."

".Hmm." Yu Hong was speechless and could only say "hmm" to take care of the other person's feelings. After all, the other person meant well.

Although I don't know why it is like this, it seems that there is no way to assess the Taoist cultivation level. I can only observe and make a simple judgment through other means.

After all, the strength of a person's mental will cannot be judged unless they are in extreme circumstances.

Not long after.

Taoist Yumo and two other old Taoists sat on the main seats and began to watch the battle. "The Gold and Jade Class will first select three winners and rank them. The top three will then challenge the Daozhong Class. Okay, let's begin."

Yu Mo picked up the wolfberry tea, took a sip, and gave instructions.

"The challenge has officially begun. The top three in the Gold and Jade class will receive a house-safe amulet and a protective amulet. The top three overall will receive a customized Taoist weapon." The Taoist who sang the lyrics explained loudly.

Soon, the registration Taoist priest called everyone forward one by one according to the ranking of the students in the Jinyu class.

"The first match is between Dingshan and Dinghai."

Two young men and women who looked completely unhuman walked in.

One of them is tall, the other is short. The former has pockmarks all over his face and a fierce temperament, while the latter looks ignorant and has two ponytails.

As soon as I entered the room, the door was closed.

The man with pockmarks suddenly attacked, taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, punching the girl with twin ponytails on the back.

Snapped.

His punch was dodged and was pushed sideways by the girl with the twin ponytails, so it made a sound of missing.

Although this punch failed, it successfully aroused the dissatisfaction of the surrounding audience.

Everyone started cheering through the hollow windows, hoping that the pockmarked man would be defeated soon.

Then, the two men distanced themselves from each other and each used the Seven Feather Fist to attack.

When the Seven Feather Fists are performed slowly, the movements are graceful and slow, like seven birds of different styles flying, vibrating their arms.

When used in actual combat, with fast hitting fast, it performs as gracefully as a dance, and has an additional sense of mystery like a sacrificial ritual.

The audience was quite excited.

After a two-minute chase, the girl with twin ponytails finally won and knocked the man with pockmarks to the ground with one punch.

When she raised her hands and walked out the door, panting, everyone around her applauded.

Although Yu Hong also clapped, he still felt
"As expected of a rehearsal, the effect is really good."

Xun Yang, who was not far away, was muttering something, and he heard it all.

Yu Hong had a strange look on his face. He looked at the excited pilgrims outside and immediately understood something.

"The second match is between Ding Qun and Ding Yan."

Soon the Taoist's voice was heard again.

The second pair of Taoists followed and walked into the big room. This time they came with two women who looked pretty, both from the Jinyu class, one plump and the other pure.

As the fight started, the audience outside became more interested, and more and more pilgrims came.

Especially when the two girls were fighting and occasionally exposed their private parts, the cheers became louder and louder.

Yu Hong looked at Guo Shangdong who was also watching with great interest, and shook his head in his heart. He now understood what was going on.

As time goes by, as one battle after another is fought, slowly, it becomes clear that not all of them are just show, there are real confrontations in between.

Until the eighth game started.

"The eighth match, Dingrou versus Dingzhong."

As the lyrics were being sung, Yu Hong slowly walked into the room and waved to Guo Shangdong who was cheering him on from behind.

With a creak, the door closed.

He walked to the spot on the ground marked with a sticker indicating the confrontation point and turned to look across.

Standing opposite was Dingzhong, a well-proportioned middle-aged man with a flat head and broad shoulders. His body was well-proportioned and strong, not a show-off. Even in his Taoist robe, one could feel his bulging muscles, indicating that he was a person who exercised regularly.

"Thank you." The other person raised his hand and saluted him.

"Thank you." Yu Hong returned the greeting.

Obviously, in order to balance the viewing experience, the other party arranged these two disciples, who looked to be of similar size, together.

However, Yu Hong had no interest in the students in the Jinyu class, even the seniors who entered the class earlier. Even if Guanwu Gong and Qiyu Fist were very powerful, what could they achieve after practicing for such a short time?
'Let's do this quickly. ' He was too lazy to act.

puff.

When the door is closed, the battle begins.

Just at the moment the wooden door closed.

Yu Hong stepped forward, his feet making only the slightest sound, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Dingzhong.

A palm strike from the side hit the side of the waist.

Bang.

This happened so fast that Dingzhong didn't react at all. It seemed that he had practiced some tricks, but...
"Ah!" He screamed, fell to the ground, holding his waist and rolling over, unable to get up.

"Ting Rou wins!"

The Taoist priest sang the lyrics aloud.

"Another sneak attack!"

"If you don't talk about martial ethics, shouldn't you get ready first?"

"This guy has no martial virtue. He has grown so big for nothing."

Yu Hong listened to the noise of the audience outside and was speechless.

Was that a sneak attack? He had already slowed down a lot, but the opponent just couldn't react in time. What should he do?
After leaving the room, he returned to the side of Guo Shangdong, who seemed to be hesitant to speak and had a strange look on his face, and stood quietly, continuing to watch the fight.

(End of this chapter)