Mr. Zhao released the two messages at the same time, which made people think carefully. It is estimated that most people will subconsciously connect them and think carefully about the meaning contained in them.
Does it mean that people who write policy papers well will have the opportunity to "promote half a rank" in the Songfan area? If they don't write well, does it mean that they automatically give up the opportunity to "promote half a rank"?
Many people began to count on their fingers: How many Taoist temples can there be in the Songfan area in the future? How many Taoist temples are there? How many abbots, abbots and temple priests are needed? How will the abbots and abbots be produced in the newly established Taoist palace? Sandu
How did the Eight Deacons come into being?
How many Taoist priests came to participate in the big meeting? How many corresponding vacancies are there? How can I write this policy paper to fill these vacancies?
From Zhao Ran's point of view, the two pieces of information announced by Xuanyuan Guan are a bit malicious no matter how you look at them. There is no explicit connection between policy theory and "Ti Ban Ge", and at the same time it is made very clear - Xinli Dao Palace
This matter is still in the process of application to the General View.
This leaves Xuanyuan Guan with too much room for manipulation.
Of course, there are also many temple ministers and county court supervisors who are just getting along, especially the abbots of various Taoist palaces and Taoist temples. Basically, they are all over sixty and are almost in a state of semi-retirement. You ask him to go to the Songfan area to "improve
"Half grid" is not as attractive as imagined.
On the other hand, the Taoist Palace and the "Three Capitals" of the Taoist Academy are very enthusiastic. As long as they are under sixty years old, they all hope that they can "spring again with dead wood" and usher in the first life of their lives.
Two peaks.
Do you want to say whether Zhao Ran wants this opportunity? Of course he does. If he reaches half a level, he will hopefully start the second chapter of the "Innate Merit Sutra" and make great strides towards the Huangguan realm. He has already reached the perfection of the Taoist realm.
I have been idle for almost three months, and I feel like my Qihai is getting "mouldy".
But at the same time, he is still a little worried about gains and losses. If he really wants to go to the Songfan area to raise half a grid, what will happen to Junshan Temple? This is the base for his merit cultivation and provides him with a steady stream of merit power every day. If he returns it to Gu
Wujiyuan in Yang County, with Dong Zhikun's temper, will definitely destroy this base area.
Of course, hesitation is hesitation. You have to get it first and then talk about it. You haven't even submitted the policy yet, so what right do you have to hesitate?
Zhao Ran spread out the paper, smeared the inkstone with ink, and was about to pick up the pen when he said, "Du du du du", someone knocked on the door.
When he opened the door, he saw that during this group discussion, the two temple ministers sitting on the left and right sides were both from Shunqing Mansion. Zhao Ran had never asked their names at all, nor did he know whether the two brothers were from Shunqing Mansion.
Which county in Qingfu is from, but I didn't expect these two to come over.
"Zhao Miaozhu is here. It just so happens that during yesterday's discussion, Zhao Miaozhu's speech was shocking and enlightening. It makes sense. I will visit Miaozhu today and want to exchange ideas with Miaozhu again."
What does it mean to be "inspiring" or "enlightenment"? Zhao Ran didn't have any substantive expression at all yesterday. All he said was talk, lies and clichés. At this moment, after hearing the compliments of the two people, I don't know how much he has lost.
Goosebumps.
People remembered Zhao Ran's first and last name - at least his surname was Zhao, but he didn't know the last names of these two people. This was a bit embarrassing, and he was too embarrassed to ask again, so he could only label them silently in his heart and call them respectively.
"Blessings in Temple A" and "Blessings in Temple B".
At that moment, Zhao Ran welcomed the two people into the house with warm greetings. As expected, these two people came to communicate with Zhao Ran about evangelistic affairs in the Hongyuan area, and Zhao Ran responded enthusiastically.
Jia Miaozhu began to explain his point of view, and his words were so confusing that there was no useful information at all.
A Miao Zhu talked endlessly, while B Miao Zhu walked around Zhao Ran's room, slowly moving to the desk. He raised his eyes and glanced at the desk, and saw that it was a piece of white paper with unwritten writing on it. He walked with his feet again.
Walked back.
Zhao Ran understood that these two people were here to "steal experience." Therefore, after Jia Miaozhu finished speaking, he sent it back under the clouds and fog. Hearing this, B Miaozhu couldn't sit still and stood up to leave.
Every time he felt that these two people wanted to leave, Zhao Ran would force them back with words such as "Have you heard?", "Do you know?", "I have a friend in Xuanyuan Temple, he said".
This happened three times, four times, five times... A and B Miao Zhu sat in Zhao Ran's room for the whole morning.
Zhao Ran made a mistake. He refused to drink water himself, and deliberately refused to give water to these two people, pretending to have forgotten it. These two people did not have the same cultivation skills as he did in the "Xinxin Pavilion" in Lingjian Pavilion.
My buttocks were numb and my mouth was dry from sitting for a long time. Later, I couldn't bear it anymore, and finally I covered my face and left without caring about my dignity. Zhao Ran laughed secretly.
After lunch, Zhao Ran returned to the house, opened the inkstone again, and just wrote the title "Hongyuan Sermons", "Dududu", the door rang again.
Zhao Ran went over to open the door and took a look, and saw a temple priest sitting directly opposite him during the discussion yesterday morning. The temple priest seemed to be burying his head in reading a novel at the time, not speaking at all, nor listening to what others were saying, so Zhao Ran
However, I knew nothing about him, so I could only call him "Bingmiao Zhu" instead.
Bing Miao Zhu looked around and saw no one around, then he ducked in and closed the door sneakily, saying in a low voice: "Zhao Miao Zhu, I'm here to remind you, beware of that so-and-so, he
I just came into my room and peeked at all the three of us’ plans. After reading them, I didn’t give any rewards or vote. I’m really angry!”
As he spoke, he walked over to Zhao Ran's writing desk and looked at it. His face was a little dazed, and he forced a smile and said: "It turns out that Zhao Miaozhu hasn't written it yet, haha, that's because I was overthinking it. Anyway, remember what I said and be on guard."
So and so, don’t let him peek at you!"
After saying that, Bing Miaozhu said nothing nonsense, turned around and left, leaving Zhao Ran alone in the room confused: "Brother, you should make it clear, then who is who?"
Zhao Ran made himself a cup of hot tea, took a few sips, and eliminated the negative emotions caused by the person just now. He thought for a moment, reorganized his thoughts, and then picked up his pen...
"Duk duk duk", there was a knock on the door, and Zhao Ran slapped the pen on the table, thinking to himself, is this still over?
When he opened the door, he saw that it was "Ding Miaozhu" who came. Zhao Ran was somewhat impressed by him - although he still couldn't remember his name, it seemed that he had made a speech during the group discussion yesterday. His speech was boastful and the content was not good enough.
There is no possibility at all. After listening to the beginning, I couldn't listen to it anymore.
This Ding Miao Zhu was very old, and he looked almost sixty, with white hair and a trembling body. Every step he took, Zhao Ran was afraid that he would fall down and never get up again.
After entering the room, Ding Miaozhu did not take a peek at the desk. Instead, he took out a manuscript from his arms seriously, carefully wiped the non-existent dust and wrinkles on it, and handed it to Zhao Ran: "Zhao Miaozhu, this is
This is the policy I wrote with great effort today, and I would like to ask Zhao Miao to correct it. As long as you point out a mistake, I will give you ten cents. If you make a good suggestion, I will give you a drop of money. If this policy can be adopted by the superiors, I will give you
Ten taels of silver!"
After saying that, Ding Miaozhu turned around and went out. Before leaving, he turned back and added: "Old Taoist, I still have to go to another Miaozhu's place. I only have thirty taels with me. I will take care of Zhao Miaozhu until everything is gone."
Zhao Ran held the strategy in his hand and looked at Ding Miaozhu's back speechlessly as if he was about to fall down at any moment. He thought in his heart that he was thinking about distributing wealth everywhere but had no intention of polishing the strategy. If you don't rush into the street, who won't?