When Zhao Ran knew that he had been accepted as a layman by the Wuji Academy, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He didn't know what Chu Yangcheng had told the Wuji Academy before he left, but the Wuji Academy did it for the sake of Chu Yangcheng's face.
Accepting yourself is a fact that you don't need to think about. Maybe to Chu Yangcheng, this is a trivial matter, but to Zhao Ran, it is a major opportunity in his life.
He couldn't help but secretly sigh that he was lucky enough to meet such a noble man as Chu Yangcheng. Could this be the aura of the legendary protagonist? At the same time, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice. If he had been hot-headed on Qingping Mountain that day and carried a knife to
How could we have such an encounter today when we were charging in front of the battle? I'm afraid it might have been buried in a hole long ago. No, maybe there isn't even a hole!
In Dian Zao's room, Zhang Dianzao sat behind the case, unfolded a page of yellow paper, looked at Zhao Ran who was respectful in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "Sanlang Zhao, born in September of the 11th year of Zhengde, Sichuan Chengxuan Government
Si Long'an Prefecture, Shiquan County, Zhaozhuang, the third generation ancestor Baheng, Li Shandong Qinghe County Chief Secretary, county magistrate, uncle Ba'an, was a layman of Jingmingyuan in Shiquan County - well, he can be considered innocent...
In the seventh year of middle school, I got a top grade in my exams—well, that’s considered progress..."
Zhao Ran lowered his head, feeling vaguely like he was attending an interview when he just graduated from his previous life. But the difference was that this time he faced Zhang Dianzao, one of the eight deacons of Wujiyuan, and he felt a lot of pressure because Zhang Dianzao showed him
In just seven days, all his resume was written down on this piece of yellow paper, including many things that he himself did not know.
After Zhang Dianzao finished reciting, he stared at Zhao Ran calmly for a long time, until Zhao Ran became more and more respectful, then he nodded and said: "Would you like to become a layman in Wuji Academy?"
"yes."
"Shall I accept the Taoism for the rest of my life?"
"yes."
"That's it, let's make a mark."
Zhao Ran stepped forward, dipped ink into the red clay printing box on the case, and pressed his thumb heavily on the end of the yellow paper... At this moment, he suddenly felt like selling himself.
Zhang Dianzao collected the yellow paper and stuffed it into a pile of documents. He also took out a scroll, turned it to the blank space, and picked up a pen to copy Zhao Ran's name. When he closed the scroll, Zhao Ran saw that it was written on the cover:
"Layman's Book".
Zhao Ran let out a sigh of relief. The so-called layman, who is not a Taoist priest, according to Zhao Ran's understanding, is a "non-staff member." But according to Taoism, even if he is a "non-staff member", it is a status that countless people dream of. The layman is divided again.
Among the lay practitioners and the lay practitioners, Zhao Ran is now the Huo Gong lay practitioner. As for the lay practitioners, they are all those who have donated a large amount of money, so they can rely on the authority of the Taoist sect without having to do hard work.
After completing the formalities, Zhao Ran went to the warehouse with the receipt issued by Zhang Dianzao. The chief deacon of the warehouse was not there, and the person in charge of the warehouse was Liu Kutou. Liu Kutou was pushing Pai Gow with several Taoists, received the receipt, and threw a package at Zhao.
Then he hurriedly sat down and stared at the cards in his hand, flipping them over nervously, his shiny forehead covered with beads of sweat.
Zhao Ran was amazed by this scene. He was embarrassed to disturb Liu Kutou's interest and left the warehouse with the package in his arms.
According to the previous life, Zhao Ran was assigned to the dormitory. As one of the eight major rooms in the Taoist temple, the dormitory is actually the largest department in the Taoist temple. Among all the "five masters and eighteen heads" of the Wujiyuan, there are "
"Batou" belongs to the dormitory, including the water head, the fire head, the rice head, the vegetable head, the grinding head, the trough head, the net head and the jie head. As the name suggests, the dormitory is in charge of all daily life matters in the courtyard.
What are the rules for new pyrotechnical lay practitioners? New pyrotechnical lay practitioners are required to clean the dormitory for one year as a rule, and they cannot change shifts until the next batch of new recruits arrive. This is the rule, not only the rule of Wujiyuan, but also the rule of the world.
Taoist rules.
Therefore, Zhao Ran's first duty after entering Wujiyuan was to sweep.
The head's name was Zhou Zhixiu. It wasn't until he introduced the contents of the sweep listlessly to Zhao Ran that Zhao Ran realized what he was going to do. He opened his mouth wide and didn't close it for a long time, and then Zhou Zhitou waved his hand impatiently.
, turned around numbly and walked towards the house assigned to him.
The so-called "圊" refers to the toilet, and cleaning naturally means cleaning the toilet. Don't blame Zhao Ran for being uneducated. He has never seen such a weird word in his 23 years of school education in his previous life and this life! And this is the first time.
Zhao Ran, who knew this word, hated it very much at this moment.
After all, I am a division-level cadre, okay? Why did I come here to clean the toilet?
Zhao Ran was completely unable to accept his new career in a short period of time, and couldn't help but feel incomprehensible. He walked into his house full of sorrow and staggered, and fell down on the bed.
"Ouch!" A scream woke up the restless Zhao Ran. Where he lay down, there was a man sleeping soundly under a quilt! The man turned around and glared at Zhao Ran: "I said, you just
Can’t you have more eyes?”
It took a lot of effort for Zhao Ran to see the anger in the other person's mung bean-sized eyes, and he quickly bowed his head: "This senior brother..."
The other party's little eyes flicked over Zhao Ran a few times and asked: "Are you new here?"
Zhao Ran nodded: "Yes, I was just admitted to the hospital today, senior brother..."
The other party waved his hand to interrupt: "Don't call me Senior Brother. You can't afford it. You won't have to go out and be laughed at."
Zhao Ran was stunned. He didn't know what he meant. A quilt in the corner of the bed suddenly opened up, and a triangular head poked out: "You can only call yourself a brother after receiving an ultimatum. Don't overstep it." After saying that, the triangular head shrank again.
go back.
Zhao Ran was in a daze for a while - there was no one else on the bed of love!
"I'm sorry, I thought it was my own house and entered it by mistake..."
The one with the green bean eyes sneered: "Ha, your own house? Brother, please don't let your dreams wander and just make do with it!"
The quilt in the corner added an explanation: "Only when you work as a steward can you have your own house."
With small mung bean eyes, he pursed his lips at the west end of the bed: "Brother's surname is Zhao? I heard, here, you sleep on that end. The bedding is newly provided by Kuli. Go to sleep quickly, I'm so sleepy!" After saying that, he turned his head again.
Lie down.
Zhao Ran was startled, and groped his way up to the east end of the bed, put the package in the corner, and pulled the quilt over him. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he suddenly sat up again, patted his forehead, and thought to himself
I am really stupid, why should I sleep in broad daylight?
He climbed out of bed again, stepped on his shoes, crept out of the house, closed the door, sat on the stone steps at the door, and then let out a sigh of relief.
This is a small courtyard with three rooms and one wall. The wing room to the east is the house where I and Mung Bean have small eyes and triangular heads. I don’t know who lives in the north and west rooms, but there is no one at the moment. In the middle of the small courtyard
There were a few bushes and flowers, and it looked like no one had taken good care of them, so they were sparsely grown. In addition, there was a small wing between the west room and the wall.
It was late at the moment (Zhao Ran counted it by counting his toes and it was about 3 or 4 o'clock in the afternoon), and he didn't know what was wrong with the two brothers to sleep in on such a sunny day in the afternoon. Zhao Ran had no choice but to sit here and watch that.
A few clumps of flowers and plants, while constantly cheering myself up, encouraging myself to work hard.
I don’t know how long I was bored, but I saw a few Taoists returning in twos and threes from the small courtyard, some old and some young. They put the big broom on their shoulders and the bamboo dustpan they carried into the small side room, and then entered the north room.
Among them, there were a few kind-looking people among them, who nodded to Zhao Ran who was sitting at the foot of the stairs. Zhao Ran also stood up and responded. He didn't care about those who looked at him as if he was nothing.
Suddenly he heard a melodious bell ringing, and the Taoist priests in the north and east rooms went out one after another and went straight to the outside of the courtyard. When Zhao Ran was wondering why, the door of the west room where he lived suddenly fluttered open, and his little mung bean eyes
He and his triangle head came out of the house, tiptoeing to put on their shoes as they came out.
Mung Bean's little eyes saw Zhao Ran's incomprehensible look at the stone steps, so he explained, "dinner is ready". His right hand that had just finished pulling out his shoe directly grabbed Zhao Ran's arm, pulled Zhao Ran up and left, making Zhao Ran feel better.