In the Taoist temple, there are a total of twenty-three Taoist priests in charge under the eight deacons. After entering this level, it is equivalent to having a responsibilities. According to the division of the world that Zhao Ran traveled through, he entered the ranks of "stock-level" cadres.

When Zhao Ran came two years ago, he was a layman in the Fireworks Department, which was equivalent to a temporary establishment. In other words, there was no establishment. After working for more than half a year, Zhao Ran never became a formal Taoist priest with a establishment, and he entered the "system" or a clerk-level clerk. This step was a leap. Countless people tried their best to enter the Taoist sect, but after ten years of hard work, they got stuck in this level. In the end, they regretted going down the mountain and could not pass this level until they died.

It has only been more than a year since Yu Zhiyuan actually proposed to transfer him to the head of the door, which is equivalent to promoting him from a clerk to a section chief. Although he is still a clerk, his identity is different, which is equivalent to opening up the steps to continue climbing in the future. What's more, the position of the door is much more expensive than the dish, rice, fire, water, etc. in the dormitory. He does a job of dealing with people, and is definitely not a chore, and the future prospects are promising.

He became a manager in two years. Such promotion speed is unique even in the entire Wujiyuan. Zhao Ran seemed to be hit by a pie, dizzy and forgot to answer for a while.

"What? Have any other thoughts?" Yu Zhiyuan asked.

"No... Of course this is a good thing...but, I have only been admitted to the hospital for two years, and I have only been admitted to the ritual for four months. There are so many senior brothers in the scripture hall, and who are older than me in the year. Even if I take the exam every month, there are several senior brothers who are of the same grade as me..."

Yu Zhiyuan waved his hand and said with a leader style: "It's okay, there is no law in the Taoist sect. The transfer of other positions depends on the year. If this is the case, how did I be the leader back then? Those masters in the Taoist palaces and Taoist temples never said this when they were transferred, otherwise they were all old men, so where could they do it? Besides, you have a commendation and presentation from Huayun Pavilion, and this is just for sending. No one can tell what is wrong! I heard that you can speak from Deacon Song, and walk around Deacon Song's way, this leader is almost certain - you may not know that Deacon Song can speak in front of the abbot."

Zhao Ran was so dizzy that he suddenly felt that the door was really the one who was the one who was the one who was in charge of the door, so he bowed deeply to Yu Zhiyuan: "The senior brother has no way to repay the kindness of his support..."

Yu Zhiyuan waved his hand again and said lightly: "You and I have a very different relationship. It's far away to say this. Just wait patiently. When the right time is right, I will tell you."

Zhao Ran left Yu Zhiyuan's courtyard, looked back at the lintel with the word "living hall" hanging, and then looked at the closed door of the "Dianzao" next to it, and was envious. Yu Zhiyuan, who was promoted to a guest, moved into this courtyard and lived in the same courtyard with Zhang Dianzao. Although the residence is more spacious than the Taoist boys in the scripture hall like Zhao Ran and even the managers, Zhao Ran was not interested in this.

Among the Taoist sects, Zhengyi sect holds the power of the world, and the precepts are not strictly controlled. For example, the eight deacons of Wujiyuan, the five masters and eighteen heads and other managers have other courtyards and manors at the foot of the mountain or in the county, which is hundreds of times better than the residences on Wuji Mountain. For example, Song Xunzhao, a dormitory, had a large mansion ten miles east of the county, with fifty houses, all courtyards and water pavilions, nine wives and concubines, and dozens of servants.

However, except for the day of rest, Song Xunzhao still lived on the mountain and shared the same hospital with Deacon Dong in the room. Because he was able to live in such a small courtyard, it represented a kind of identity and power, which was a high position that ordinary gentry could not reach in their lifetime or even for generations.

When he returned to the small courtyard where he lived, Zhao Ran was stuck in the bedding and thought for a long time, feeling both excited and uneasy. In the afternoon, most of the Taoists in the yard took naps in the house. Zhao Ran could hear snoring everywhere. The room next door was still empty because of Zhu Meng's departure. He also thought that Zhu Meng was embarking on a fairy path that he could not reach, and he couldn't help feeling lost.

Being worried about gains and losses, Zhao Ran couldn't sit still. He got up and came to the desk, picked up a picture of the proud calligraphy he had practiced, and rolled it up and wrapped it in yellow paper. After thinking about it, he took out five hundred taels of silver from the box under the bed. He originally had more than eight thousand taels of silver, but for the sake of the certificate, he spent 1,000 taels of silver. Now he was about to pay another five hundred taels of silver, and his heart was heartbroken.

Back in the backyard, he looked around at the door of Song Xunzhao's yard for a while, and saw that there was no one on the left and right, and was about to push the door in, but the door opened. Song Zhiyuan tied his head with Xiaoyao scarf, wore a blue shirt, and put his hands behind him, and walked out, looking like a middle-aged scholar, extremely elegant.

When she saw Zhao Ran, Song Zhiyuan was stunned and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Seeing that he was in a hurry to go out, Zhao Ran said, "It's nothing big. Brother Xunzhao is going down the mountain? Then I'll come back another day."

Song Zhiyuan looked at the scroll of the letters in Zhao Ran's armpits and smiled and said, "It's okay, if you have time today, follow me down the mountain. Let's talk while walking." He looked at Zhao Ran's outfit again and said, "Go back and change into regular clothes, it's inconvenient to wear Taoist clothes."

Zhao Ran nodded, turned around and went back to change his clothes, ran a few steps, and listened to Song Zhiyuan's instructions behind him: "Did you write this letter? Bring it together, it comes in handy."

Zhao Ran rarely goes down the mountain on weekdays and doesn't work hard on clothes and outfits. He can't stand it. He gave him a few sets of casual clothes, but they are all long gowns with double-breasted cuffs. The cuffs of the gown are tightened and the belt is tied, which is a typical appearance of a rich man in the world. After changing, Zhao Ran still held the scroll and rushed to the gate of the mountain with flying steps.

Song Zhiyuan had been waiting at the mountain gate for a long time. When he saw Zhao Ran's outfit, he smiled slightly, praised "Young people are free and easy", and walked down the mountain.

There was already a big cart waiting at the foot of the mountain. The chasing handrail looked like Kong Wu was powerful. Zhao Ran took a look at it a few more times. Seeing that the driver had a horizontal knife placed beside the shaft of the car, he didn't know where it came from.

Song Zhiyuan invited Zhao Ran to get on the car with him and sat in the car. As soon as he sat down, the car slowly started.

Song Zhiyuan smiled at Zhao Ran who was huddled in the diagonal: "Don't be restrained, sit looser... I'll take a look at this piece."

Zhao Ran handed over the page of the handwriting, Song Zhiyuan took it and started looking at it, then nodded and said, "Good words. I was worried about coming out in a hurry. There were no objects around me, so I accepted the word you and just gave it to me."

Zhao Ran was naturally irresistible, but Song Zhiyuan was different from Yu Zhiyuan. Although he also knew calligraphy and painting, he was not as good as his hobbies. He sent out a scroll of calligraphy by himself. Yu Zhiyuan used it as a treasure, but Song Zhiyuan might not take it seriously. Therefore, he took out five hundred taels of silver notes from his arms and handed it over: "Senior Brother Xunzhao, Junior Brother, I have recently gone down the mountain to do some fasting and worship rituals, which has gained some benefits. Senior Brother has always taken good care of me before. After thinking about it, I don't know how to repay me, so I had to take some common things out, hoping that my senior brother would not look down on me."

Five silver notes of one hundred taels were pushed to Song Zhiyuan's feet. Song Zhiyuan browed and smiled strangely, saying, "What kind of ritual can earn five hundred taels of rituals? Junior brother, you are a big deal. Which one is the subject?"

Zhao Ran said respectfully: "Senior Brother Yu was promoted to the guest house, and he was the first in the doorstep...Senior Brother Yu said he wanted to fill it. He would report to the supervisory institute, but he still needed to help the senior brother Xun and Sandu. Senior Brother Yu said that after I was admitted to the hospital, my homework has always been good, and I also received the commendation report from Huayun Pavilion, which can barely be considered as taking over. In our Wuji Courtyard, Senior Brother Xun has a high prestige. Even the abbot is mostly relied on. With the help of Senior Brother Xun, I will be almost done with this small matter."

Song Zhiyuan seemed to be smiling, looked at the five hundred taels of silver notes in front of him and sighed: "You didn't have to do this, even if you didn't say it, I will definitely help you. Why do you have to give the money again?"

Zhao Ran said: "Senior Brother Xunzhao is willing to help, which is my greatest care for me. But love is the same as love. The senior brother helps to plead with errands. He can't even have to pay the money he has made. The senior brother collects these money first. If it is not enough, I will make up for it."

Song Zhiyuan remained silent, which made Zhao Ran's mind sink suddenly. He thought about it before and after, and always felt that Song Zhiyuan should agree to this matter very readily, but why does it seem like he is ruling now?

Sure enough, Song Zhiyuan finally spoke: "It's time to wait for this matter."

Thank you Xiaoyang and brother Yangzhigang for the reward.
Chapter completed!