In the Taoist temple, there are "five masters and eighteen heads" under the eight deacons' rooms, a total of twenty-three Taoist priests in charge. Stepping into this level is equivalent to having a job. According to the world that Zhao Ran traveled to
After the division, they entered the ranks of "share-level" cadres.
When Zhao Ran came here two years ago, he was a Taoist priest who was a fire worker, which was equivalent to a temporary establishment. In other words, he had no establishment. After working for more than half a year, Zhao Ran went from having no establishment to becoming a formal Taoist priest with establishment, which can be regarded as entering "within the system".
", or called a clerk at the section level. This step is a leap. Countless people have tried their best to enter the Taoist gate, but after ten years of hard work, they are stuck at this level. In the end, they regretted it and went down the mountain, unable to cross this level until their death.
Now, just over a year later, Yu Zhiyuan actually proposed that he be transferred to the position of door leader, which is equivalent to being promoted from a clerk to a section chief. Although his rank is still a section member, his status is different. It is equivalent to getting through and continuing to climb the ladder.
What's more, the position of doorman is much nobler and nobler than the food, rice, fire, water, etc. in the dormitory. It is a job of dealing with people, not a handyman.
The future prospects are promising.
He became a manager in just two years. This speed of promotion is unique even in the entire Wuji Academy. Zhao Ran felt as if he had been hit by a pie. He felt dizzy and forgot to answer for a moment.
"What? Have other ideas?" Yu Zhiyuan asked.
"No...this is of course a good thing...but, I have only been admitted to the high school for two years, and it has only been one year and four months since I was admitted to the inn. There are so many senior brothers in the sutra hall, and everyone is older than me, even if it is the monthly examination age
"Take the exam, there are several senior brothers who are at the same level as me..."
Yu Zhiyuan waved his hand and said in a leadership style: "It doesn't matter, there are no laws in Taoism. Transferring to other positions depends on the year. If this is really the case, how did I become the head of the Taoist palace? In those Taoist palaces and Taoist temples
The masters never said this when they were transferred, otherwise they would all be a bunch of old men, and what would they do wrong? Furthermore, you have the award submission from Huayun Pavilion. This is just a certificate, and no one can say anything.
No! I heard that you are eloquent with Deacon Song. If you walk around in Deacon Song’s network, you will be very sure of your success. Maybe you don’t know that Deacon Song is eloquent in front of the abbot."
Zhao Ran felt dizzy after being talked about, and suddenly felt that this door leader really seemed to belong to him, so he bowed deeply to Yu Zhiyuan: "Senior brother, I can't repay my support..."
Yu Zhiyuan waved his hand again and said lightly: "The relationship between you and me is extraordinary. It's enough to say this. Just wait patiently. When the time is right, I will explain it to you."
Zhao Ran left Yu Zhiyuan's small courtyard, looked back at the lintel with the word "living room" hanging on it, and then looked at the closed door of "Dian Zao" next to it, feeling envious in his heart. Yu Zhiyuan, who was promoted to Zhike, was
He had just moved into this small courtyard and lived in the same courtyard with Zhang Dianzao. Although the residence was more spacious than the Taoist boys and even the stewards like Zhao Ran, this was not what Zhao Ran was interested in.
Among the Taoist sects, the Zhengyi faction holds secular power, and the discipline is not strict. For example, the eight deacons of Wujiyuan, the five masters and eighteen heads, etc., have other courtyards and manors at the foot of the mountain or in the county. Compared with Wuji Mountain,
The residence is hundreds of times better. For example, Song Xunzhao, who lives in a dormitory, has a large house ten miles east of the county with fifty rooms, a garden and pavilions, nine wives and concubines, and dozens of servants.
But Song Xunzhao still lived in the mountains except for his days off, sharing the same courtyard with the deacon Dong in the room number. This is because being able to live in such a small courtyard represents a kind of status and power. That is ordinary people.
A high position that the gentry could not reach in a lifetime or even several generations.
Returning to the small courtyard where he lived, Zhao Ran threw himself into the quilt and thought for a long time, feeling both excited and anxious. It was afternoon, and most of the Taoist boys in the courtyard were taking a nap in the house. Zhao Ran listened carefully,
Snoring could be heard everywhere. The room next door was still empty because of Zhu Meng's departure. He also thought that Zhu Meng was embarking on a path to immortality that he could not touch, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Worrying about gains and losses, Zhao Ran couldn't sit still. He got up and went to the desk. He picked out a favorite piece of calligraphy that he usually practiced, rolled it up and wrapped it in yellow paper. After thinking about it, he took it out from the box under the bed.
Five hundred taels of silver notes. He originally had more than 8,000 taels of silver, but he spent one thousand taels on the ultimatum. Now he saw that he had to spend another 500 taels, and his heart ached.
Returning to the backyard again, he looked around for a moment at the door of Song Xunzhao's yard. He saw no one around him. He was about to push the door in, but the door opened. Song Zhiyuan had a Xiaoyao scarf on his head, a green shirt, cotton shoes on his feet, and his hands were
Behind him, stepping out, he looked like a middle-aged scribe, extremely elegant.
Seeing Zhao Ran, Song Zhiyuan was stunned and asked: "Is something wrong?"
Seeing that he was in a hurry to go out, Zhao Ran said, "It's nothing serious. Is Brother Patrol going down the mountain? Then I'll come back another day."
Song Zhiyuan looked at the scroll with calligraphy in Zhao Ran's armpit, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, if you are free today, you can follow me down the mountain, and we can talk while walking." He looked at Zhao Ran's clothes again and said.
: "Go back and change into regular clothes. It's inconvenient to wear Taoist robes."
Zhao Ran stopped, turned around, went back to change clothes, ran a few steps, and heard Song Zhiyuan behind him saying: "Did you write this calligraphy? Bring it with you, it will come in handy."
Zhao Ran rarely went down the mountain on weekdays, and he didn't put much effort into his clothes. He just couldn't stand it anymore. He gave him a few sets of casual clothes, but they were all double-breasted gowns. The cuffs of the gowns were tightened and tied with belts. Typical
Dressed as a wealthy man from the world. After changing, Zhao Ran still held the scroll under his arm and hurried to the mountain gate.
Song Zhiyuan had been waiting at the mountain gate for a long time. When he saw Zhao Ran's attire, he smiled slightly, praised "Young people are free and easy" and walked down the mountain.
There was a large cart waiting at the foot of the mountain. The handle of the cart looked strong and powerful. Zhao Ran took a closer look and saw that there was a horizontal knife placed beside the shaft of the cart under the driver's feet. He didn't know where it came from.
Song Zhiyuan asked Zhao Ran to get into the car with him and sit in the carriage. As soon as he sat down, the car started slowly.
Song Zhiyuan smiled at Zhao Ran, who was crowded in the opposite corner: "Don't be restrained, sit down and relax... Let me take a look at this calligraphy."
Zhao Ran handed over the calligraphy banner, and Song Zhiyuan took it and unfolded it to look at it, then nodded and said: "Good calligraphy. I was in a hurry when I came out, and there was nothing around me, so I accepted your calligraphy and gave it away as a gift."
Zhao Ran is naturally capable, but Song Zhiyuan is different from Yu Zhiyuan. Although he also understands calligraphy and painting, he does not have a hobby. He sends calligraphy scrolls by himself. Yu Zhiyuan uses them as treasures, but Song Zhiyuan may not take them seriously. Therefore,
He took out five hundred-tael silver notes from his arms and handed them over: "Senior Brother Patrol, I recently went down the mountain to do some fasting rituals, and I got some benefits. Senior Brother has always taken good care of me in the past. Junior Brother, I have been thinking about it for a long time.
, I don’t know how to repay you, so I have to bring out some common things, I just hope that my senior brother won’t look down on me.”
Five 100-tael silver notes were pushed to Song Zhiyuan's feet. Song Zhiyuan's brows jumped and he smiled strangely and said: "What kind of ritual can earn 500 taels of book ceremony? Junior brother, you are a big deal. Which one are you talking about?"
Zhao Ran said respectfully: "Senior Brother Yu has been promoted to guest of honor in the living room, and the position left vacant...Senior Brother Yu said that he intends to fill it with me, and he will report it to the prison, but the matter still needs to be patrolled by Senior Brother. I would like to say a few nice words in front of the Prison and Sandu. Senior Brother Yu said, Junior Brother, my homework has been good since I was admitted to the hospital, and I also received a commendation report from the Huayun Hall, so I am barely qualified to take over. In our Wuji Court, Senior Inspector Patrolman has great prestige, and I heard that even the abbot often relies on him, so with Senior Inspector Patroller's help, I can handle this little matter."
Song Zhiyuan smiled half-heartedly, looked at the five hundred taels of silver notes in front of him, and sighed: "You don't have to do this. Even if you don't tell me, I will definitely help you. Why do you need to give me more money?"
Zhao Ran said: "Senior Patrolman is willing to help, which is the greatest concern for my junior brother. But affection comes from love. Senior brother helps run errands and pleads for mercy. You can't even ask senior brother to pay for the money. Senior brother will keep the money first. If it’s not enough, junior brother, I will make up for it.”
Song Zhiyuan remained silent, which made Zhao Ran's mind suddenly sink. After thinking about it over and over, he always felt that Song Zhiyuan should have readily agreed to this matter, but why did he seem to be evading it now?
Sure enough, Song Zhiyuan finally said: "This matter will have to wait for some time."
Thanks to the demo and brother yangzhigang for the reward.