After returning to his own room, Zhong Qi put a bag on the Eight Immortals table, which contained an apricot yellow robe and ten taels of silver patterns. They were all stuffed inside when Zhong Qi left.

[Silver pattern, also known as foot pattern, is sterling silver with a content of ten percent silver, and is the standard silver for the tax treasury of the Ministry of Revenue]

"Although Deng Kui has something to ask for, he is still good at dealing with people and being so kind. With these ten taels of silver, some powerful external skills can be practiced, very good, very good..." Zhong Qi sat on the short puddle and opened his bag, muttering to himself with joy.

After pondering for a moment, I picked up the two silver ingots that were the size of a baby's fist. I saw the seal script of these two small ingots: [Xuanhua Wu Town], the bottom engraved: [Yongsheng Kuyin,] and other official script words. I sighed with a pity: "It's a pity that I dare not use this official silver, and I have to take the time to melt it into pieces."

The so-called official silver is the tax collected by the government. The silver after the treasury was built into the warehouse. Because the scattered silver collected by the people were mixed and impure, it was unified by the tax silver government to build sterling silver (in ancient times, the government had to collect one tael of silver, and it was also costing two or three cents of fire).

Both official silvers are engraved with official patterns, which are sealed by the tax treasury and are subject to treasury investigation. Private ownership and private use are prohibited by the public. Therefore, they must be cut into scattered silver, or melt it yourself before use, otherwise it will be a serious crime of beheading.

"But Old Deng is really brave. Even the soldiers of his subordinates dare to move Xiangyin to give him away. What a fucking talent, but I like it, hehe, sincerity..." It's a pity, but for the first time, Zhong Qi couldn't help but be happy whether it was official silver or stolen silver.

One tael of silver is slightly equal to a common money, and more than one thousand documents of Tongbao. If you spend a penny in this life, you can buy two buns. In terms of purchasing power, it is still more than one dollar in the previous life. Ten taels of silver is equivalent to 10,000 yuan at once. For the poor Zhong Qi, it is really a huge sum of money.

After a moment of emotion, Zhong Qi carefully wrapped the Yindinger and pressed it under the bed. Then he took off his clothes and took off his shoes, lay on the bed to rest for a night, and went down the mountain to purchase medicinal materials tomorrow.

Not long after time passed, the sun had already set, and the dusk gradually faded. Zhong Qi felt that he had just closed his eyes for a while. Xingxing was awakened by the knock on the door. He leaned up with sleepy eyes and shouted, "Who is knocking outside? It's just disturbing the dream. It should be beaten, and it should be beaten..."

"Master Hong...Master Hong, it was the master who asked me to call you. He heard that you were back and had a banquet in the yard. He asked you to go to the table quickly and pick up the new Taoist Tong..." Cheng Yu outside the door was scolding Zhong Qi, and couldn't help but tremble in fear and replied in a trembling voice.

Since Zhong Qi Jian nailed the evil spirit and practiced the Five Thunder Palm, he and Cheng Ze had an inexplicable awe of Zhong Qi. After all, the Taoist scripture says: Thunder is the key to heaven and earth, and is the most upright and upright. He will kill evil spirits. In this world, no one has any fault? Zhong Qi can hold thunder, which is naturally frightening.

"Oh... I know, I'll come afterwards and tell them not to wait for me."

Zhong Qi agreed outward, listened to the sound of footsteps and walked away. He quickly got up and put on his shoes and socks, put on his clothes, put on his basin of clean water and washed his face. Then he woke up a little, resisted his sleepiness and cheered up, opened the door and walked towards the middle wing.

He was really tired. He walked dozens of miles of mountain road, which was really exhausting. In ancient times, it was dark, except for the couple who made a villain in the bed, there was no entertainment. He was also used to going to bed early, and he was a little uncomfortable after suddenly turning upside down.

It was almost the end of the Wu period, and the lights of the halls in the temple were still swaying, layers of long-lasting lotus lanterns, thick columns of sandalwood ignited, worshiping the gods, illuminating the lights. This is also the origin of the incense money.

Looking at the brightly lit temple and the solemn statue of the treasure, Zhong Qi couldn't help but laugh: "There is no inspiration in the world, and there are no ghosts and gods in the underworld, but clay and wooden fetuses, what's the use of worshiping him? Even incense cannot be preserved. It's really a god who relies on me, and I rely on magic to maintain this faith for him."

Although Zhong Qi is engaged in the Yin-Yang game, he is not superstitious about ghosts and gods. He is in Zhengyiwei Alliance Dharma Buddhism, but his thoughts are a complete Quanzhen Sect. For the gods, not to mention that there is no one now, even if there is a god, he will not believe in it unless he is offering Laojun. [Laojun transforms into three qi into the Taoist Three Pure One, and in the faith of Zhengyi Dao, Laojun is the personalization of the Great Dao]

Passing through the back wall of the Demon Palace, I arrived at the middle wing. The middle wing was the two-story wooden pillar corner building where guests were. The first floor was the tea room, the living room, the scripture hall, and the second floor was Jia Qingfeng's residence.

There is a yard behind the corner building, which is more than ten feet wide and is covered with stone slabs. At this moment, the lights are dim, and the words and laughter are coming.

Zhong Qi walked through the side fence and saw the eight immortal tables in the courtyard, with a short stake in all directions. Jia Qingfeng was on the top. On the left was the two of Tong Taoist, Chengze and Chengyu, who were sitting at the bottom. Although they were chatting and laughing, no one moved their chopsticks.

Seeing Zhong Qi coming with his hands behind his back, Jia Qingfeng took the lead and stood up and smiled and said, "Junior brother, you are here, hurry up and take your seat, wait for you."

"Yes, Master Hong, you are not here, we dare not move our chopsticks..." Dao Ren Chi also laughed silly from the side.

"Senior Brother Lao and Master Tong have been waiting for a long time, but I shouldn't have..."

Zhong Qi bowed to Jia Qingfeng and Tong Taoist, nodded to Chengyu and then showed up to the upper part of the left.

The Taoist Chi is about the same age as Zhong Qi, but he cooks a good dish and is an extremely important talent in the General Temple.

Recently, it has been incense again, and Jia Qingfeng is rare to be generous. He has chicken, duck, fish, meat, everything is complete, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. He is also a good woman who can make rice banquets and show off her talents. He has four heats, four cool dishes and one soup, and all of them have a lot of color, fragrance and taste.

Everyone in the General Temple is a righteous school, but they are taboos for the five disgusts and five meats. The rest are not afraid of meat and vegetables. However, the Tong Taoist is Quanzhen who learns alchemy. He does not eat meat dishes or drink alcohol. He just picks vegetarian dishes and drinks some tea.

After three rounds of five flavors, after a few glasses of mud wine, everyone talked to each other. Jia Qingfeng said to everyone: "This fellow Taoist Tong is a mage of You Fang. He has been placing an order in our temple recently..."

Seeing everyone nodding and saying that they knew, Jia Qingfeng asked Taoist Tong again: "I don't know how long it takes for a friend to hold an order. According to the rules of the Shifang Lin, if the fellow Taoist has been holding an order for a long time, he still needs to receive a vocational position."

"Xiaodao is preparing to practice in Guibao Palace for a while and leave after the New Year. Please ask Mr. Jia to instruct his duties," Taoist Tong bowed to Jia Qingfeng and replied.

Zhong Qi kept eating food on his own. Seeing Jia Qingfeng pondering for a moment, he was about to make arrangements, so he quickly put down his chopsticks and reported: "Senior Brother Jia, I have gradually realized the Taoist mastery and plan to go into seclusion and practice for a while. Why not transfer my Taoist responsibilities to Brother Tong Dao?"

"My junior brother has been going out to preach missions recently. He has increased the incense in our temple and spread the belief of the general who subdued the demons. He has worked hard and made great contributions. Since my junior brother is going to retreat, then transfer his responsibilities to fellow Taoist Tong." Jia Qingfeng looked at Zhong Qi and quickly changed his mouth.

Taoist Tong quickly stood up and bowed, "Little Tao respects Master Jia's arrangements, and he will not dare to neglect it."

Jia Qingfeng waved his hand and smiled, "Since Fellow Tong has taken over the responsibilities, he is also our own people. You don't have to be so polite, sit down quickly."

As soon as the position of the rank of Zhong Qi was relaxed, and everyone was at ease. They were at ease and they all offered their own duties. They all kept toasting. Even the Taoist Tong, who had quit drinking, was persuaded by everyone to come to have a few glasses.

After a banquet, everyone was slightly drunk. Except for Zhong Qi who was left by Jia Qingfeng, the rest dispersed directly, and Chengze also led Tong Taoist to the house to rest.

There was no outsider here. Jia Qingfeng put down his cup, his face calmed down, and he was not drunk at all. He said to Zhong Qi: "Where have you been going these days? I won't come back early to report my safety, so that my master and I are worried about being afraid."

"Come on, I don't know that you are a senior brother. It's true that you are afraid of me. Worrying about me is false..." Zhong Qi replied with a dim eyes, but his face was extremely calm.

Looking at Jia Qingfeng with a smirk, Zhong Qi curled his lips and told Jia Qingfeng word by saying "The Qian Mansion" to show off his magic, killing monsters in the barren mountains, and resting in Jiuli Road.

Unexpectedly, when Jia Qingfeng heard about killing monsters in the barren mountain, his face was shocked, as if he had remembered something, and he asked quickly: "Junior brother, where did you meet the Ge Xing?"

"I don't know the specific details. I just left Xiaoxi Mountain and crossed the Shisan River and walked down the rural road for about ten miles..." Zhong Qi was a little confused and recalled when he suddenly asked about this.

Jia Qingfeng slapped the table and said in shock: "It's also my junior brother, you are very capable and have great fortune and great fortune. If someone else enters that room, your life will be difficult to survive..."

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