As soon as Chen Dong entered the outer gate, he was thinking about how to enter the inner gate. Although he wanted to see Yun Zhongzi, in Huang's eyes, this was Chen Dong's pursuit of improvement.

Deacon Huang said happily: "You can enter the inner sect if you reach the eighth level of psychic power! Chen Dong, you have great potential. I believe you can definitely enter the inner sect. However, you can't rush this kind of thing. Most disciples can't enter the inner sect from now on."

It will take at least several decades, or even hundreds of years, to get from the outer sect to the inner sect. Unless you are the kind of genius who only meets once in ten thousand years, it is possible to break through the eighth level of divine connection within a few years."

"Eighth level psychic?" Chen Dong murmured.

It is true that Chen Dong is a genius, otherwise the sloppy Taoist would not have accepted him as his disciple in the first place.

But he is not an absolute genius, his talent can only be rated as A, unlike Zhuo Yizhou who can reach S level.

It would take decades or even hundreds of years. Chen Dong definitely couldn't wait that long.

Chen Dong asked: "Deacon Huang, how long did it take you to enter the inner gate?"

Deacon Huang said with a smile: "My talent is mediocre, and it took me a full one hundred and ten years to go from the outer sect to the inner sect."

"One hundred and ten years?!" Chen Dong was of course extremely surprised: "Then this year you..."

"I am one hundred and thirty-five years old!"

Chen Dong looked at Deacon Huang up and down in disbelief. After all, Deacon Huang didn't look that old, he was only in his forties or fifties.

"Why are you making all this fuss? Monks age at a slower rate. Some of them who don't look old are almost 200 years old and look younger than me!"

"Yes, I know..."

Chen Dong suddenly understood why Yanzu and the others came to this place.

This place is rich in spiritual energy, which is not only suitable for cultivation, but also for seeking immortality!

Throughout the ages, which emperor has not wanted to achieve immortality?

Yanzu tried his best and actually did it, finding such a magical continent.

"Chen Dong, you are motivated. As the person in charge of your outer sect, I am very pleased. I am considered weak among the deacons, but I will not treat you badly. This is 10,000 spirit stones. Let's treat it as a meeting gift."

As Butler Huang said, a box appeared in his hand.

Of course Chen Dong was very surprised: "How can this be done..."

Chen Dong had communicated with other disciples before and already knew the rules of Qingyun Temple.

Ordinary outer disciples can get three thousand spiritual stones a month, and ordinary inner disciples can get five thousand spiritual stones a month.

Deacons are slightly better, ranging from 6,000 to 8,000.

It may not look like much, but the number of disciples in Qingyun Temple is tens of thousands, which is a huge number when taken together.

In the entire Yanxia Continent, only Qingyun Temple can afford it!

Deacon Huang's level is not high, he only needs 6,000 spiritual stones per month, and 10,000 spiritual stones is equivalent to his two-month share.

Deacon Huang said with a smile: "It's okay, just take it. You are number one, so don't feel aggrieved by following me. Okay, if you need anything, come back to me. I'll go to the elders."

Watching Deacon Huang's leaving figure, Chen Dong was certainly moved in his heart.

Deacon Huang, you are really a nice person.

Chen Dong put away these ten thousand spirit stones. Now he has a total of sixty-five thousand spirit stones.

Chen Dong has accumulated so many spiritual stones within a few days of coming to this world, which means he has no concept of money, which is actually really scary.

Back at his residence, more than a dozen people who were under Deacon Huang's door were gathering together to chat.

"Have you heard that Butler Huang is very ordinary? He has no right to speak in Qingyun Temple."

"Yes, if we are bullied in the future, it may not work to go to him..."

"What a bad luck. It would be nice to follow a more capable deacon."

"Why did you just follow him..."

Chen Donggang separated from Deacon Huang and was lamenting how good Deacon Huang was. Of course he felt very unhappy when he heard others say this about him.

"What are you talking about?!" Chen Dong shouted sharply.

"Senior Brother Chen!" These disciples greeted him immediately with fear.

Chen Dong walked up to them and said seriously: "Deacon Huang is a very nice person. Don't slander him. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." These disciples were respectful.

Another disciple asked: "Senior Brother Chen, we are going to practice in the square, do you want to come with us?"

Chen Dong had heard before that the square at the outer gate of Qingyun Temple was where the spiritual energy was relatively abundant, so the outer disciples all practiced there.

——Three thousand spiritual stones per month are really not enough to fill the gap between teeth, and some people are reluctant to smoke and want to save money to exchange for a good weapon, so the square has become a better choice.

"No, I'm a little tired, I want to take a rest." Chen Dong walked into his hut without looking back.

The structure of the hut is relatively simple, with just a bed, a desk, and some simple daily utensils.

There is no water or electricity, so you have to fetch water yourself when washing.

In Qingyun Temple on Earth, Chen Dong had lived in this kind of hut before, so there was nothing unusual about it.

Chen Dong closed the door and immediately sat cross-legged on the bed, absorbing the inner energy of Ruyi Peng Hong Yuxing, which of course had been transformed into spiritual energy that was as red as blood.

A few hours later, he slowly opened his eyes.

Level three spiritual communication, breakthrough!

How many decades to hundreds of years will it take to go from the outer door to the inner door?

Chen Dong couldn't wait that long. He thought about his father every moment.

With Ruyipei, it will be much easier!

On Earth, there aren't that many people with the level of psychics for him to suck, but it's different in this world. The psychics are everywhere. Isn't it easy to upgrade?

Of course, Chen Dong is not so perverted as to kill people casually.

He had heard before that Qingyun Temple also had a mission pavilion, where he could take on some missions within his ability in exchange for spiritual stones and other rewards.

For example, wanted criminals arrested by the government, enemies with bounties offered by some big families, etc.

In Qingyun Temple, this is also a way to earn spiritual stones.

But for Chen Dong, it's not just to earn spiritual stones, but also to absorb that person's internal energy to achieve rapid upgrades!

So Chen Dong doesn't look down on practicing in any square at all, because he has a faster way to upgrade!

Spiritual stones are nothing, Ruyi Pei is the king, this thing is an accelerator.

Of course, the benefits and risks must be directly proportional. How can a wanted criminal who can be hung in the mission pavilion of Qingyun Temple be an ordinary wanted criminal?

In order to save their lives, most people will not do any dangerous tasks.

But Chen Dong couldn't care about that. He wanted to reach the eighth level as soon as possible so that he could enter the inner gate and see the ancestor Yun Zhongzi.

It's good to be promoted to the eighth level of divine communication, because according to his estimation, the Flame Saint is very high level and can easily condense hundreds of Qi fists. Moreover, there are so many masters in the Holy Palace who want to kill him instantly.

Not that easy.

After returning home, I can at least face off against the Flame Saint.

As for Chen Dahong...

Chen Dong can only pray that his father is not dead yet!

After reaching the third level of spiritual communication, it was already getting late. Chen Dong went to the cafeteria to have a meal and then came back to sleep.

Early the next morning.

Chen Dong got up immediately, first inhaled the spiritual energy that Ruyi was wearing, and then took out five thousand spiritual stones and inhaled it.

After absorbing five thousand spiritual stones, he didn’t even break through to the middle stage of third-level spiritual communication!

Chen Dong couldn't laugh or cry. As expected, it got slower and slower as time went by. No wonder it took them decades or even hundreds of years.

Fortunately, Chen Dong has Ruyi Pei, which is the only thing that makes him full of hope.

Chen Dong counted the spirit stones and found that there were still 60,000.

Chen Dong immediately went out and went straight to the mission pavilion.

On the way, you have to pass through the outer gate square.

Chen Dong clearly saw that a group of disciples he had recruited were all practicing Qi at a little edge of the square.

"Senior Brother Chen!" Pang Chengye greeted immediately.

"Junior Brother Chen!" Bai Feichen also said cheerfully.

In this world, strength is respected, and whoever is stronger will be the senior brother. Chen Dong, who is a third-level psychic, is naturally the senior brother of Bai Feichen, a fourth-level psychic.

Chen Dong only knew these people at Qingyun Temple, so he stopped and greeted everyone.

"Senior Brother Chen, come and sit!" Someone gave up his seat.

"No, I have to go to the Mission Pavilion."

"Ah? Senior Brother Chen has just entered Qingyun Temple and he has to go on a mission?"
To be continued...