Chen Mianzhu was arranged by Gu Kexue to stay at the Overseas Monk Training Center. After entering the room, he realized what he was doing and pulled Gu Kexue: "What is the procedure?"
Gu Kexue replied: "Don't be impatient. I don't know exactly how to do it, but someone will contact you later."
After Gu Kexue left, Chen Miuzhu and Yu Jingzi, the white snake that poked its head out of his sleeve pocket, stared at each other. Yu Jingzi asked, "What is the person named Pei doing? Is he imprisoning us?"
Chen Miuzhu sneered: "The master of Wutong Island treats me well. He has already drank the brothers' Zhuangxing wine before coming here. I, Mr. Chen, have already disregarded life and death. How can I be imprisoned? How can I change my will? If Cockcrow Guan dares to kill
I, the owner of Wutong Island, and my brothers must have bloodbathed Yingtian!"
Yu Jingzi spat out the letter and said, "Is there anyone guarding the door? It seems not."
Chen Miuzhu stood up and first tried to open the window lattice. Seeing that there was no one in the small courtyard, he felt a little strange. Then he opened the door and paced back and forth openly at the door, then slipped around the small courtyard. It seemed that there was no one in the dark.
Watcher.
Yu Jingzi swam out of his sleeve, stretched and released the snake's body, and shot it into a locust tree at the entrance of the courtyard in a blink of an eye. Then it shot back again, spitting out the letter and hissing: "It seems that no one cares."
Just as he was wondering, a man walked in from outside the courtyard. It was Gu Chong, the leader of the Baisha Gang. He clasped his fists after seeing Chen Miuzhu: "Hey, Chief Chen has moved in? How was the discussion?"
Chen Miuzhu asked: "Does Jiming Temple restrict your coming and going?"
Gu Chong smiled: "That's not true. I just walked around outside deliberately, and no one cared about it. Besides, the two countries have been at war since ancient times. If you don't kill the envoys, Abbot Zhao will not have the idea to touch you.
I am an intermediary, so there is nothing to worry about."
Chen Mianzhu shook his head: "Taoist sects and government officials have always been cunning, so it's better to be more careful. By the way, what does the person named Pei mean when he says that official matters must go through formalities?"
Gu Chong thought for a while and said: "When I watched "Inside and Out of the Imperial City" last year, I once read an article by Abbot Zhao, which discussed this very issue. Is procedural justice more important, or is the justice of results more important? I didn't read the whole thing.
I understand. I just remember that the article said that we should follow the rules when doing things. Planning, negotiation, document application, approval, review, etc., etc., these are all procedural issues. Well, if Chief Chen wants to see it, I will fly
Fu returns to the island and asks his disciples to deliver it."
"Then there is Gang Leader Lao Gu."
After Chen Miuzhu got the seventh issue of "Inside and Outside the Imperial City" last year, he immediately went back to his room to study hard. He and Yu Jingzi read and discussed it, which was quite fruitful.
After reading it, Chen Miuzhu asked Yu Jingzi: "What do fellow Taoists think?"
Yu Jingzi shook his head: "This set of things is too complicated and hissing. It's not fun at all to do things. I don't like it!"
Chen Miuzhu nodded: "I think so too. Let's look at other articles."
The two of them immersed themselves in reading other contents in the journal. "Inside and Out of the Imperial City" contains a lot of information publicly published by the government, such as the judgment of a certain case, the personal deeds of a new court official, and even the cultivation certificate and sea certificate.
The interpretation of the trade license system made these two people understand a lot.
But reading these things is very hard and exhausting. Only when you read the second half, the content suddenly becomes exciting.
The unofficial histories and legends of officials were very interesting to read. Especially the serialized "Biography of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties" really aroused their great interest.
What was the cause of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation at the Three Religions Conference? What happened next? How could Jiang Ziya have so many immortals serving him? These questions are all fascinating.
Yang Fuwen entered the small courtyard and saw these two people sitting in the courtyard with their heads buried in journals. He said, "I'm disturbing the two seniors."
Chen Miuzhu looked up and saw that the person who came was young and had a flower logo engraved on his Taoist robe. He knew he was a young Taoist priest who had just entered Taoism, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Yang Fuwen said: "The two representatives of Ling'ao Island came to appeal to Jiming Temple. Manager Pei was afraid that you would not know how to handle it, so he asked me to explain to you."
Gu Chong, who came out of the house after hearing the news, looked at the logo on the corner of Yang Fuwen's robe and asked solemnly: "Who is your respected master?"
Yang Fuwen handed over his hand and said, "My teacher is Abbot Zhao of Cock Cing Temple."
Gu Chong clasped his fists: "Disrespect, disrespect."
Chen Miuzhu sneered and said: "Your stuff is very complicated and slow to do things. We don't need it. Since you are here, take us to your teacher quickly and explain the matter clearly!"
Yang Fuwen said: "Seniors, I'm really sorry. My teacher is very busy and I need to make arrangements for you."
"Then make arrangements quickly!"
"Okay, according to the procedure, please write a written application. The format is like this..."
Chen Miuzhu slammed the table and said angrily: "What application? Don't write it! We are here to talk about things, not to take the imperial examination!"
Yang Fuwen was very embarrassed: "That will be difficult. Without written materials, the secretarial department of Dianzhuofang cannot arrange a meeting time."
Chen Miuzhu shouted: "Okay, did Abbot Zhao avoid it on purpose? If that's the case, I'll leave! It's just that I left Cockcrow Temple, so don't regret it!"
Yang Fuwen said helplessly: "You guys from overseas may not know how many things my teacher is in charge of, but the ancient gang leader should know it. He is so busy that he can't even touch his toes. It's hard for me, the apprentice, to even meet him..."
Gu Chong stroked his beard aside and nodded slightly: "I'm really busy."
Yang Fuwen said: "Senior said that my teacher deliberately avoided seeing him, which is really unfair. My teacher can't be said to have avoided seeing him. He probably didn't even know that Senior Chen had arrived at Jiming Temple."
"How is that possible? Manager Pei met me. Does she have the guts to hide it?"
"Unless it's a deliberate concealment, if Manager Pei wants to see my teacher, he has to go through the procedures to make an appointment. In addition, Xiaodao can also reveal to Senior Chen that even if my teacher really knows that you are coming to Jiming Temple, I'm afraid he won't be able to follow his opinions.
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"Why is this?"
"Think about it, what is your identity? What is my identity as a teacher? If you make an appointment at will without following the procedures, who can tell clearly what happens in the future? Do you think this is true?"
Chen Miuzhu listened and felt that he was being ridiculed, but he couldn't fault the other person's words. He just gritted his teeth and stared, as if he would just fuck you if he didn't make sense.
But this attitude that is popular overseas does not work here in Yang Fuwen. Yang Fuwen chuckled and refilled Chen Miuzhu's cup of tea.
Tea, try something new. It’s hard work coming from a long distance. Let’s take a good rest and think about it. It’s actually very simple. It’s just a matter of writing an application. Once you write it, won’t it be arranged? It’s already getting late, so we’ll leave on the trail.”
Turning to Gu Chong, he cupped his fists and said, "Gu Gang Leader, farewell."
Gu Chong sent him outside the hospital. As soon as he turned around, he saw Chen Miuzhu sweeping the paper and pen that Yang Fuwen had placed on the stone table to the ground with his sleeve: "Don't write!"