Chapter 19 The Master Who Is About To Starve To Death
After carefully reading the confession, Zhao Ran pondered for a long time and asked: "How to deal with that person?"
"He has been locked up in the stockade, and the villain told him not to talk nonsense, otherwise he will be killed. He has been frightened, but he has been fine so far, and he is obedient."
Zhao Ran said: "Keep an eye on the person and don't go on a business trip. I have my own discretion on this matter. Wait for my news."
Song Xiong said "yes" and left without even mentioning a word about his intention to become a lay practitioner of pyrotechnics.
Zhao Ran nodded secretly, thinking that he was a smart man.
That night, Zhao Ran wrote an official document to Wujiyuan Dianzhuangfang, which roughly meant that the original vacancy in Junshan Temple was to be filled. The details were: Guan Erjin accepted the ultimatum as a Taoist priest, Zhao Lin Shuangwen, Zhong Sanlang, and Song Xiong were
Fireworker layman.
In fact, the salaries and royalties of these people were all paid for by Junshan Temple itself. This was the order set by Dong Zhikun, the newly appointed Supervisor of Wuji Academy. Although Zhao Ran was unhappy, the general situation was not on his side at that time, so he could only
Swallow this breath.
However, although Wujiyuan does not have to bear any expenses, and the staffing was agreed upon at that time, Wujiyuan still needs to draft documents and ask Wujiyuan to issue formal documents, so that the identities of the above-mentioned people can be recognized by the Taoist sect.
Early the next morning, Zhao Ran asked Jin Jiu to send someone to deliver the official document to Wujiyuan, and told him that it must be delivered to Chen Zhizhong. The matters related to Lijunshan Temple were handled by Chen Zhizhong back then, and he should be asked to handle it this time.
.This Chen Zhizhong is a wallflower. He would never embarrass Junshan Temple over such a previously planned matter. If he were sent to Dong Zhikun, things might go wrong.
After the official document was issued, Zhao Ran focused all his attention on repairing the road. The first person he looked for was the Master of Five Colors who opened a cave in Xiaojun Mountain.
Master Wusei - No, bird, I am not diligent if I say it, and I am not lazy if I say I am lazy. It mainly depends on whether Zhao Ran is there or not. When Zhao Ran is there, he is quite diligent and has high morale; when Zhao Ran is not there
, I was so lazy that I didn’t go out for ten days and a half.
Therefore, such a big event that Zhao Ran came back caused such a big sensation among the people of Junshan. This colorful golden pheasant actually didn't know about it and had been sleeping in the cave.
Zhao Ran stood next to the illusion of the pond and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Master...Master..."
After shouting for a long time, there was no response. If Jin Jiu hadn't learned from Jin Jiu that this person hadn't gone out at all, he might have thought that he had gone on a far journey.
What should I do if I can't scream? It's easy. Zhao Ran picked up a bunch of fist-sized stones at his feet, put his hands on his hips, twisted his neck, turned his butt, stretched his arms, kicked his legs, and rubbed them.
wrist.
Feeling that I was almost warmed up, I picked up a stone, poured mana into my arm, and shouted "Let's go!"
The stone hit the pond illusion quickly and unparalleled, causing a circle of ripples.
Zhao Ran continued to "walk you", and in the blink of an eye, half of the stones under his feet were thrown away.
The illusion of the pond shook violently, and a big bird flew out from inside, shouting at the top of its voice: "Who disturbed my spiritual practice... Who disturbed my spiritual practice... Hey, it's the little Taoist priest! You're back!"
"
The big bird flapped its wings and pounced on Zhao Ran. Its beak pecked Zhao Ran all over, causing pain all over Zhao Ran's body.
"Geez... little Taoist priest... where's the meat? Where's the roasted meat with honey sauce? Take it out quickly! I'm so greedy..."
"Master, even though it's been a year... Hey, hey, stop pecking... Even though I haven't seen you for more than a year, your enthusiasm is a bit too much... Hey, where are you pecking?"
"Little Taoist priest... I've had a hard life since you left... The Taoist priest surnamed Jin at the foot of the mountain gave me old millet, rotten sesame seeds, and some inexplicably off-putting fruits. I
The master had no other choice, so he went to the mountains to catch chickens, pigs, and rabbits, and brought them back to the Taoist priest named Jin. He actually distributed all the food that the master had caught to the village households. The master was indescribable suffering...
…”
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, how come it's only been more than a year, and the 'master' who speaks and keeps silent is now up? Master, can you speak well? Who did you learn this from?"
"Gee, Mr. Baishan from Taihua Mountain, he said that others won't respect you if you don't talk like this..."
"What nonsense? Respect comes from the heart and is not something you show off or brag about. Do you understand? Hey, who is the White Tiger?"
"Little Taoist priest, do you still have the barbecue? Take it out quickly, Master... I'm starving to death. I've lost several hairs from hunger in the past year or so..."
"No, Master, are you exaggerating a bit? Who is it? Where is Rong Niang? Didn't I prepare something delicious for you?"
"That little girl, geez, the food she cooks is so unpalatable. I agreed to stir-fry some meat with a little bit of meat starch in it, and the rest is all vegetarian. I couldn't help but have a fight with her.
She couldn't beat me and ran away in anger."
"You fight with people just because they add less meat to their cooking? Master, you are so ambitious... When did you leave?"
"It seems that, um... I left before Sanjue."
"What the hell? What is the 'Three Calls'?"
"After she left, I slept three times."
Zhao Ran was completely speechless, thought for a while, and said: "Don't go to sleep, get up and move around quickly. I'm going to do a lot of construction here. Those who can work hard, dig rocks, level the land, etc. You can give me more
Take the trouble.”
"Ten roasted pigs, ten roasted chickens, well, they all have to be covered with honey!" Master Wuse set the price.
Zhao Ran curled his lips, thinking that you have some potential, but on the surface you still have to bargain, and you can't let the Master of Five Colors out of his faults, right?
"We don't have enough honey to roast that much. Five roast pigs and five roast chickens each. No bargaining allowed!"
Master Wuse didn't have so many twists and turns in his mind. He was very satisfied when he heard that he had something to eat. He immediately pulled out two live pheasants from the cave and slaughtered them and removed their feathers in front of Zhao Ran.
"Hey, it's amazing, master. You actually learned how to breed in captivity. Are you just waiting for me to come back? Hey, you also learned how to pluck feathers. Rong Niang taught you well. By the way, these two chickens... and Master
Are you not related?"
Zhao Ran set up a fire, skewered the featherless pheasants on tree branches, and roasted them on the fire. While roasting, he asked: "Master, what is the White Tiger of Taihua Mountain you just mentioned?"
Five Colors waited by the fire without blinking, staring at the roast chicken that was gradually turning yellow and oily, and said: "Gee, that's my good friend, a white crane, who occupies Qingxiu in Taihua Mountain.
"
"Oh, I thought it was a tiger. The name sounds so majestic, so it turns out it is also a bird. What kind of cultivation level is this white crane? How is it compared to you, master?"
"It's far worse than this master... it's far worse than me. Little Taoist priest, is the roast chicken ready?"
"Can you please be patient? How far behind are you? Have you ever competed with each other?"
"I'm starving, geez..."
"Don't deliberately change the subject. I have something serious to do here. Tell me quickly. How much worse is it than you?"
"It's not much different, just a little bit different."
"to be honest!"
"Absolutely, the same."
"Can you call me for help?"
"He likes to eat fish..."
Zhao Ran snapped his fingers: "No problem! You go back and tell him, braised fish, sweet and sour fish, boiled fish balls, grilled fish with fragrant leaves, let him eat as much as he likes!"