After leaving Sihai Shop, Su Ming had just returned when a monk from the inspection team came to the door.
"Dong dong dong!"
Hearing a knock on the door, Su Ming opened the store door.
Two monks from the T-shaped street patrol team were standing in front of the door. One of them was holding a registration list, and the other was holding an inkstone and writing brush. They looked at Su Ming with smiles on their faces.
"Fellow Taoist, you are polite,"
The monk from the patrol team holding the registration list raised his hand to Su Minggong, "In order to coordinate tomorrow's operations, Manager Wu specially ordered us to come and register our names."
Say it.
The monk from the patrol team handed over the registration list in his hand.
Su Ming took the register, which had already written down the names of over a hundred people, all of whom were shop monks on the T-shaped street.
After looking through the registration list, Su Ming sneered in his heart: "What kind of co-ordination operation? Isn't it worried that someone will take the communication talisman and not go, so we can give everyone eye drops."
Although he felt unhappy, his arms could not hold his thighs, so he took the ink-stained pen from another monk on the inspection team and wrote his name.
"Fellow Taoist Gao Yi."
Seeing Su Ming write down his name, the monk from the patrol team smiled happily and gave a false compliment.
Seeing how happy he was, he must have benefited a lot from it.
Just when Su Ming was about to send the two of them away.
A sudden burst of crying erupted across the street.
It’s Yang Laoliu’s family!
Su Ming followed the sound and looked across the street. The two patrolling monks also frowned and looked across the street.
Across the street, I saw the wife and son left behind by Yang Laoliu, kneeling on the ground, pleading with two monks from the inspection team who came to register.
Yang Laoliu's first wife has a beautiful face, white skin, but a somewhat plump figure.
At this moment, she was holding her son, who was in his early ten years, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to the monks from the patrol team.
"Master Immortal, please do your best. This shop is the last family property left to us by the master!"
As he spoke, Yang Laoliu's wife's voice trembled, she kept kowtowing, and her beautiful face was filled with tears.
Her son, who was also kneeling next to her, looked at the monks from the patrol team with a trace of hatred in his eyes.
However, whether it was fear or hatred, the monks on the patrol team opposite all turned a blind eye.
Mortal emotions are really not worth mentioning in the eyes of monks.
"Ms. Yang, you should be aware of the rules of Qingshui Fang City. Although our shop in Fang City is succeeded by father after death, your son has no spiritual roots and is just a mortal.
Besides, this time every household in our Dingzi Street will send someone out to take part in the operation to eliminate monsters outside Fangshi. Who can come out of your Yang family, your son?"
These two short sentences made Yang Laoliu's wife turn pale.
Seeing the miserable plight of Yang Laoliu's wife and children, Su Ming felt that his original situation was quite lucky.
After all, he had spiritual roots and was a monk at the third level of Qi training at that time.
Seeing that Yang Laoliu's wife was silent, the monks from the inspection team issued an ultimatum: "You, mother and son, must move out of Qingshuifang City before the sun sets today, otherwise"
The monks from the patrol team looked at Yang Laoliu's wife and children coldly, then turned and left.
The monks from the inspection team standing in front of Su Ming's shop saw that there was no excitement to be seen. They turned around and cupped their hands towards Su Ming, smiling and saying: "Fellow Taoist, take your leave!"
"Walk slowly."
Su Ming bowed his hands with a calm expression.
"This is what humans are."
Su Ming turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at Mr. Gong with a look of emotion on his face.
"Yang Laoliu should not have brought his wife and children to Qingshuifang City. Either he would give up cultivation completely, become a rich man in the secular world, and live an ordinary life, or he would have to cut off his worldly ties.
It's a pity that Yang Laoliu is too greedy, he wants everything, and he is destined to have this result today."
Gong Lao's words seemed to be filled with emotion, but also seemed to be to convince himself that Su Ming had never seen Gong Lao's son, but since the other party had a granddaughter, he must have a son.
The only possibility is that Gong Lao's son has no spiritual roots and is a mortal.
It was precisely because of this that Mr. Gong sighed deeply when he saw the miserable appearance of Yang Laoliu's wife and children.
Seeing the appearance of Yang Laoliu's wife and children, Su Ming couldn't help but think of himself.
His predecessor's mother was also a mortal, but Su Ming could not find any trace of his mother in the memory of his predecessor.
Su Ming knew that his predecessor must have been taken away from his mother not long after he was an infant.
In terms of mortal fate, Su Ming's predecessor was cut off by Su's father when he was just born.
As if he thought of something, Su Ming raised his hands towards Mr. Gong and said, "Mr. Gong, have you found someone to form your team tomorrow?"
"I haven't found a good candidate yet."
Mr. Gong smiled and shook his head.
At this time, the quirky Gong Xiaocai rushed out of the store.
She yelled excitedly: "Me, me, me, take me with you to fight the tiger, our brothers, and join the battle of Ye and Sun Bing!"
Gong Lao's originally somewhat sad mood was thrown out of his mind when Gong Xiaocai made such a fuss. He was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, loudly reprimanding: "Just stay at home and look after the store, and you are not allowed to go anywhere!"
Hearing this scolding, Gong Xiaocai was like a deflated ball, muttering and walked away.
Even though Su Ming was calm and composed, he was made to laugh by Gong Xiaocai's words about going into battle.
Seeing Su Ming's smiling expression, Mr. Gong shook his head and said, "Has Xiao Su found a good candidate?"
"I haven't found it well either."
Su Ming shook his head and said, "In that case, how about you team up with the two juniors?"
"Very good."
Mr. Gong smiled and nodded.
In his opinion, although Su Ming's cultivation was not high, he was better at being calm and meticulous in his actions.
Being a teammate with such a person is sometimes safer than a monk in the late stage of Qi training.
And Su Ming is also very satisfied with Gong Lao as a teammate.
Gonglao not only has a cultivation level as high as the eighth level of qi training, but also has extremely rich experience.
Although Su Ming had the trump card of paper puppets, he was confident that his strength was by no means weaker than Gong Lao, but in terms of various experiences in the field, he was far behind compared to Gong Lao.
Apart from other things, Su Ming could not find any information about the situation outside Qingshui Fang City in the memory of his predecessor.
This proves that his predecessor never left Qingshuifang City since he was a child.
At this point, his predecessor was not even as good as Gong Xiaocai, at least Gong Xiaocai often followed Mr. Gong out to receive goods.
As for Su Ming himself, he traveled here for more than two years, but because of Su's father's death, he did not dare to step out of Qingshui Fang City.
tomorrow.
It should be regarded as the first time he has experienced the world outside Qingshuifang City since he came to this world.
Early next morning.
The monks on the T-shaped street in Xifang District began to assemble according to the location assigned by Manager Wu yesterday.
Su Ming also came with Gong Lao.
What surprised him was that more than 300 casual cultivators were involved in the extermination of monsters in the city.
With so many people and no unified training, the gathering time cannot be controlled at all.
It was clearly said to be nine o'clock, but by the time everyone had gathered, it was almost past o'clock, and a full two hours were wasted.