Wang Le is no longer a rookie who just debuted. Since he wants to join the Pure Land Sect with anonymity, he must of course understand the other party's situation so as not to miss the situation.

When Wang Le came to Wufeng Ancient Town at the southeast of the Qinglian Mountains, he not only changed his appearance and identity, but also turned himself into an ordinary Qi Refining Cultivator.

For Wang Le, who has already achieved the realm of Transformation of God, it is easy to conceal his true cultivation without being known to outsiders.

What's more, the cultivation path he took was unique, and the magic power of Dantian and Zijin were different from ordinary people.

Under deliberate disguise, even if an existence with higher cultivation than him is difficult to see through it.

As for the new identity, of course, we can't use the title of Emperor.

After all, no one in this world is a fool, especially Wang Le has gained great reputation in recent times.

Anyone with a scheming check will know that the Emperor and Wang Le are the same person.

"Boss, is there any rules for the recruitment of disciples in the Pure Land Sect?"

While drinking a small wine, Wang Le asked the tavern's client and boss, and threw a low-grade spirit stone at the other party.

After all, he is just a qi-refining cultivator now. If he takes out too many spirit stones at once, it will only make people suspicious.

What's more, the news he wanted to find was very ordinary, and it was not a secret.

A low-grade spirit stone is enough as a tip.

The old man was stunned at first, then laughed and said, "You are late, you are here. There are still three or four months left before the Qingjing Sect opens the door to recruit disciples!"

"Three or four months?" Wang Le frowned slightly.

For others, three or four months is just a blink of an eye, but Wang Le shoulders heavy responsibilities and does not want to waste time out of thin air.

At this moment, the old man said again: "Even if the guest waits for three or four months, he will not be able to become a disciple of the Pure Land Sect."

Wang Le looked at the old man without asking questions, and saw the other party actively explaining: "The guest official has already cultivated Qi, and the disciples recruited by the Pure Land Sect are all ordinary mortals and have no foundation for cultivation."

Wang Le's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "I originally thought of joining the Pure Land Sect as a disciple, so that it would be easier to penetrate into the Pure Land Sect. Now it seems that this path will not work."

As his thoughts changed, Wang Le had to change his plan again and decided to improve his cultivation to the Golden Elixir realm. When he got into the Pure Land Sect, he would become a guest first.

As for the future, it is better to act according to the opportunity than not being able to get in.

Just when Wang Le had a decision in his heart, he saw the old man suddenly change his mind and said, "But things are not without a turnaround, and the guest officials don't need to be discouraged so quickly."

Wang Le's eyes lit up, and then he took out a low-grade spirit stone again without hesitation and threw it into the old man's hand.

I saw the old man weighing the low-grade spirit stone in his hand, but just smiled without saying a word.

Wang Le rolled his eyes immediately and had to throw out another spirit stone to the other party, and then cursed angrily: "Don't be too greedy, let go of the fart, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

The little old man smiled, not afraid of the young Qi-refining monk in front of him.

After all, he is also a Qi Refining Cultivator himself, and he is still in the late stage.

So of course, I am not afraid of Wang Le's bad habits and threats.

Otherwise, if he was given a hundred courage, he would not dare to control Wang Le.

"The only way for a qi-refining cultivator like Keguan to join the Pure Land Sect is to get a flying sticker from the family affiliated to the Pure Land Sect."

The little old man said with a smile.

"Flying post?" Wang Le didn't say anything, but just looked at the old man with confusion.

A trace of surprise flashed in the little old man's eyes, and he muttered strangely: "It's true that the guest official doesn't even know about the flying post."

"Cough cough!" Wang Le coughed lightly and covered his embarrassment and said, "I have a shallow understanding."

The old man smirked twice with disbelief, and then he did not expose Wang Le's lies.

After all, he received three low-grade spirit stones, and exposing the smuggling of Wang Le would not do him any benefit.

As a businessman, the old man will certainly not do such a destructive thing that harms others and does not benefit himself.

Then the old man told Wang Le: "No matter how big or small the Taoist sects, there are more or less disciples who will go out independently."

"Disciples who have the cultivation level of heaven and dominate the country can start a mountain and become ancestors and establish their own sects."

"But there are disciples with average cultivation who leave the sect for various reasons, and then scatter to form local cultivation families and become subordinates of the Taoist sects."

"And these families can get the corresponding quota for worshiping and practicing in the sect."

Speaking of this, the old man smiled and looked at Wang Le and continued: "These corresponding quotas are all dispatched by sects with flying posts, and each flying post means one quota."

"Walking to the sect with a flying sticker in your hand, you can become one of them at any time."

At the end, the old man did not forget to add: "The Pure Land Sect with a long history and countless disciples naturally cannot be avoided."

Wang Le's eyes showed a sudden look, and then he couldn't help but questioned: "Outsiders can join the sect if they get the flying tab. If someone is not good for it, that wouldn't be good. Could it be that those Taoist sects have never considered this?"

The old man smiled disapprovingly and said, "Of course those powerful Taoist sects will be very strict. They will carefully check every disciple who holds a flying post and worships the mountain gate."

"But we are not so particular about sects with poor strength."

After a pause, the little old man continued: "The Pure Land Sect has a long history and countless disciples are true, but it has long declined and is no longer as strong as before."

"The review of Feitiao is of course not so strict."

"After all, it is difficult for sects like the Pure Land Sect to try disciples now. As long as you have some talent, you want to join those powerful Taoist traits."

Wang Le nodded deeply in agreement, the stronger ones are stronger, and the weaker ones are weaker. This is what he said.

Thinking of this, Wang Le, who was already moved, immediately asked the old man: "I don't know how to change to a flying post that I worshipped in the Pure Land Sect?"

After a pause, Wang Le further asked: "This Wufeng Town is at the foot of the Qinglian Mountains. I guess there will be a cultivation family that is dependent on the Pure Land Sect?"

The old man smiled and nodded and replied, "Of course there is one. As long as you have enough spirit stones, or other cultivation resources, such as elixirs and magic weapons, you can naturally change to the fly stickers you want."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly changed his mind and looked at Wang Le meaningfully and asked, "But Wufeng Town is so close to the Pure Land Sect, do you really want to trade flying posts with the family in the town?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and then he took out ten spirit stones at once with a calm expression and put them on the table.

When the old man saw the spirit stones on the table, his eyes couldn't help but show a scorching look.
Chapter completed!