This thick list of signatures was sent by a transit ship. Chen Miuzhu was overjoyed after receiving it, which meant that he could continue with the next step of the process.
Overjoyed, he flew his talisman and asked, "Why did it take so long? It's been a month."
The other party replied: "For this signature, we fought with others twice and killed two island owners. Is a month a long time? It is considered fast!"
Chen Miuzhu understood immediately, and an extremely tragic battle scene appeared in front of his eyes. He sighed and said to Yu Jingzi: "Compared to Yingtian, life overseas is really dangerous."
Putting these negative emotions behind him, Chen Miuzhu once again started his days of rushing to the Jiming Temple and the Apparition Palace. In fact, he did not need to go to the Apparition Palace specifically because he no longer had any bad feelings towards the Jiming Temple. Not only
There is no bad feeling, on the contrary, there is some good feeling.
Because here there is the ancient trainer who looks serious but takes care of them in private, the apprentices of the ancient trainer who are obsessed with lottery tickets and practice balls, Liu Chujiu, Qianxun Daotong and Lin who drink and fight with him.
Ayu, there is the funny Wang Zhipeng, the blind Tantai who can play the piano well, and the Seven-Star Monk who often fights fiercely with his side and sticks together wherever they go.
Finally, I can occasionally see the cold beauty Manager Pei with long legs.
Perhaps insisting on submitting the application to the Apparition Palace is just an obsession. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the enthusiastic concierge monk is the reason. The other party has helped him so much. If he changes the door and transfers the documents to Jiming Temple, he really doesn’t know how to submit the application to Jiming Temple.
If the other party confesses, will this be a kind of betrayal?
The concierge monk sat opposite Chen Miuzhu, quietly flipping through the materials he handed over. After flipping through, he nodded with a smile and said: "It's all here, you can hand it in."
Chen Miuzhu let out a deep breath, relaxed his tight posture, leaned back on the chair, and sighed: "It's not easy."
The concierge monk said: "Let's go, I will take you to the secretarial department of Dian Zao Fang."
This was the first time that Chen Miuzhu had come to Lingji Palace for the first time in depth. He walked through a red-walled passage, turned a few corners, and entered a small courtyard. People were coming and going inside, and everyone was busy.
After waiting on the bench outside the door for a while, Chen Miuzhu heard his name, quickly went in and sat down in front of a table.
"Do you want to see the Tang Yuan envoy?"
"yes."
"Well, there are plenty of materials, please fill out the form."
Chen Miuzhu filled out the form skillfully. This form was relatively simple, and he almost finished it in no time. There was only one column that he couldn't finish.
"What's wrong?"
"This practice certificate number... I don't have a practice certificate."
"You don't have a practice certificate? That's not possible. Who knows who you are? How can I make an appointment for you? Who dares to make an appointment blindly?"
Chen Miuzhu wanted to explain, but he held back. More than a month of experience told him that explanations are useless. If there is nothing, there is nothing. Rules are rules. No matter how sympathetic and understanding the other party is, if it can't be done, it can't be done.
He swallowed his words of differentiation and asked instead: "What should we do?"
"Go get a practice certificate!"
"good."
After returning from Lingji Palace, Yu Jingzi's little snake head poked out from a pile of journals: "Failed again?"
Chen Mianzhu said: "Don't be so pessimistic, okay? Look more at your results and progress. Good news, I entered the secretarial department and deacon's room of Lingji Palace today."
"Where's the bad news?"
"I need to apply for a practice certificate."
"Look, we still need to apply for a certificate, right? Qianxun persuaded us to apply for a certificate at that time. Even I applied for one, but you didn't listen. What now?"
"Okay, okay, let's look at your Three Kingdoms. Didn't I think about it at the time?"
"Then hurry up, I won't accompany you."
"It's better to report it to the island owner and get a written reply from the island owner before applying for the certificate. If you don't follow this procedure, you may suffer a big loss in the future. Don't rush!"
Three days later, with Chen Miuzhu's insistence, the reply letter signed by Taoist Wutong finally reached Chen Miuzhu, and he happily rushed to the practice certificate management room to fill out the form.
Qianxun Taotong stepped on the chair and focused while saying: "I asked you to come earlier but you didn't come. You didn't come until the end of the matter. Look, if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer the consequences right in front of you, right?"
"As soon as you get older, you will become an old man. Don't call yourself old. You won't grow taller in the future."
"Hey, you dare to hurt me...turn your face to the side, lower your head, pass, raise it a little, hey, okay, don't move!"
Click!
"Are you free tonight? Go to Zhenjiang for a night check."
"Okay, is it that far away...Oh, is there a flying magic weapon this time? There's such a big movement..."
"Well, if the news is confirmed, Group D will also go."
"With them? Are you so unlucky..."
After returning from Zhenjiang, Chen Miuzhu rushed to Lingji Palace again. This time, he solemnly filled in his own practice certificate number on the form, dried it carefully, handed it over, and then got a reply to meet Tang.
The envoy's time was set at the second quarter of the Shen hour three days later, and he had the quarter hour.
The day finally arrived. Chen Miuzhu had a good night's sleep the night before. The next day he came to Lingji Palace in high spirits. He looked into the concierge for a moment, but he didn't see the enthusiastic concierge monk, so he asked: "
Isn’t Fellow Daoist Ma on duty today?”
The answer inside was: "Lao Ma has been transferred."
Chen Miuzhu suddenly felt confused: "I haven't had time to leave a flying talisman contact mark yet..."
Chen Miuzhu met this great man in Tang Yaozu's study. The experience during this period made him fully understand how prominent Tang Yaozu was, who was sitting in the position of palace envoy of Xianling Palace. When he thought of this, he
I feel ashamed for my frivolous attitude when I first came here.
Although the envoy of Tang Yuan has a respected position, he has no airs at all. He is approachable and nice to talk to. The only regret is that his matter still failed to be completed.
As soon as they introduced their purpose of coming, the conditions proposed by the Island Owners Alliance were stopped by the envoy of Tangyuan before they could be spoken out.
The Tang Yuan envoy told him very gently that the matter involved maritime trade and that all matters within this business scope were under the jurisdiction of Cock Cing Guan. He should talk to Cock Cing Guan instead of coming to the Apparition Palace.
The Tang Yuan envoy then angrily asked who had received him, and why he had not told him these things in the first place and made his trip in vain? He also said that the receptionist would be held accountable.
Chen Miuzhu quickly explained that he didn't blame anyone else, but that he didn't make it clear. He was really worried about the enthusiastic concierge, Mr. Matthew.
After coming out of the Apparition Palace with a pile of materials in his arms, Chen Miuzhu looked up at the blue sky and white clouds. Before he knew it, it was spring. He looked at the green trees covered with new leaves and listened to people jumping up and down on the trees.
Hearing the chirping of birds, he regained his energy and strode back to Cockcrow View.
Although everything was back to where it started, he suddenly felt at this moment that the situation was actually not that bad. At least he could stay in Yingtian for a while longer, right?
In the secretarial department of Jiming Guandian House Building, Chen Miuzhu skillfully filled out the form, pushed the neatly stacked pile of materials, and said to Yang Fuwen on the other side: "Hello, Mr. Yang, I want to meet with Abbot Zhao. Here are all the materials.