A huge and towering building appeared in front of everyone.
At first glance, the entire building seems to be covered in green vines.
However, upon closer inspection, I discovered that the vines were all carved on it, lifelike.
And in the center, there is a statue.
It was an old man wearing a raincoat.
Wearing a bamboo hat, holding a medicine hoe in his hand, and carrying a bamboo basket on his back.
The statue is carved lifelike.
But his face was blurry and he couldn't see clearly at all.
"Who is that?"
Mo Ziqing asked curiously.
The officer turned around and replied: "That is the founder of our School of Theology."
"Back then, the medical community in Tianxing Continent was completely barren."
"Later, after he came, he established the School of Theology and taught everyone the art of refining medicine."
"He is the person who founded the entire Tianxing Continent's medical skills."
"Then why is the face carved so blurry?"
"Because our ancestors have taught us, we don't need to show his image to everyone in the world."
"So, in the statue, his face should be deliberately obscured."
"However, at the highest point of the Medical God Pavilion, there is a full-length statue of the ancestor. Only elders can go there to worship."
The clerk explained patiently.
They had just arrived at the main hall and entered their seats one by one.
At this time, the rumbling bell rang.
Then, a group of old men led by Eguan Bo walked in one after another.
Seeing their figures, many people became excited.
"Wow, they are indeed masters!"
"Did you see it? It's Dean Xuanqing!"
"That's right!"
"Oh my God, I actually met Dean Xuanqing! Are you dreaming?"
"Quick, pinch me..."
Ye Qingli's eyes fell on the old man at the front of the crowd.
He was tall and thin, with deep-set cheeks.
The face is covered with wrinkles.
At first glance, he looks like a dying old man.
However, his eyes are sparkling.
It makes him look very different from ordinary people.
From his face, there was no trace of resemblance to Xuan Chen.
Ye Qingli silently remembered this face in his heart.
Behind Xuan Qing are the other twelve heads of the academy.
But why are there only eleven people?
Ye Qingli was feeling strange.
Everyone has taken their seats one by one.
Xuan Qing smiled and said: "Everyone, you are all the elites on the mainland. You are welcome to apply for the School of Theology."
"In the next three years, the college will provide you with all the conditions to grow into a famous doctor."
"Thank you, Dean!"
"Oh my gosh, the dean is so kind."
"Yes, I was so moved that I almost cried..."
A group of people were so excited that they almost fainted.
"Now, please ask Mo Zhangyuan of Tiangongyuan to bring out the golden bottle."
An officer of the Medical Research Association stood up.
The rules for drawing lots from the golden jar were announced loudly.
In fact, there is nothing special.
That is, let every student come to the golden urn.
Then, try to release all the spiritual energy in your body.
Then, the golden bottle will react naturally.
"Attention, everyone, you must try your best to show your abilities."
"This will determine which branch you will be admitted to."
“Once it’s set, it can’t be changed.”
“You’ll be studying there for the next three years.”
"You only get one chance."
"Please take it seriously."
Next, everyone walked up one by one.
