Chapter 2735 Changqing real person
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Ye Chen
Chapter 2735 Changqing real person
Although Zhang Ermao's request was harsh, the two agreed unanimously when they thought of the considerable income.
Zhang Ermao was also unambiguous, and directly transferred 3 yuan to each of the two on WeChat, and said to the two: "This money will be treated as my advance payment of your labor expenses for 10 days in advance. If you dare to be lazy in these 10 days Playing slippery, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
Zhao Laosi patted his chest without hesitation and assured him: "Don't worry, Brother Ermao, I'm going to stare at you in fucking adult diapers for being so forthright with you! I'd rather piss my crotch than leave my post Half a step!"
Xiao Teng also immediately expressed his opinion: "Brother Ermao, I don't eat or drink during the day, and I will never lose your chain!"
"Okay." Zhang Ermao nodded, took out the two jade wrench fingers from his pocket, handed them to the two respectively, and said: "Put these two wrench fingers on your hands, and don't take them off. The token used by big customers to verify your identity."
The two didn't hesitate, and immediately took the wrench.
Zhao Laosi played with the wrench finger in his hand for a while, put it under his nose and smelled it, and said in a low voice: "Fucking Ermao brother, this... this wrench finger is something born out of a hole!"
"Really?" Xiao Teng on the side also followed suit, and asked suspiciously: "Fourth, why does this thing seem to be well-known?"
Zhang Ermao interrupted the two of them and said: "If you two want to earn this money, you must remember to talk less and ask less questions."
Fourth Zhao laughed, and quickly said, "Brother Ermao is right, anyway, we are responsible for picking up people, and we don't ask about other things."
Zhang Ermao nodded and said to the two of them: "Fourth, go back to the printing shop and put a sign saying 'Receive Hong Kong businessman Chen Jiawei', Xiao Teng, put a sign and write 'Receive Hong Kong businessman Luo Qidong' , You can start working directly after you finish playing, and I will calculate your wages for you today!"
Zhao Laosi said in surprise: "Brother Ermao, are you in such a hurry? I haven't had time to settle down yet, why don't you wait for me, and I'll ask my brother-in-law to come over and watch for me..."
Zhang Ermao waved his hand: "I'll keep an eye on your stall. Anyway, your stuff is fake, so I'll try my best to sell it as high as possible. After you get someone, you can bring them to me."
When the two heard this, they no longer hesitated, nodded immediately, and happily went to the printing shop together.
Zhang Ermao knew that it was impossible for these two people to get someone. After all, these two names were made up by himself temporarily, and it would be hell if he could get it.
He didn't know why Ye Chen asked him to do this, but like a human spirit, he knew a purpose very well in his heart, that is, never ask about things that shouldn't be asked, let alone try to find out the truth.
So, he sat down directly at Zhao Laosi's booth, looked at the tatters of his booth, and placed the piece of lightning strike wood that Ye Chen gave him in the center.
Although he didn't know what the purpose of this thing was, he kept in mind Ye Chen's order that no matter who came to ask for the price, he had to ask for 500 million.
After guarding the booth for more than an hour, a few people from the antique street came to Zhang Ermao's booth, thinking about picking up the leaks. The broken handicrafts are all sold at a high price of more than 4 digits.
After closing a few orders, Zhang Ermao couldn't help but feel like a fish in water. Although selling fake antiques to deceive people has no great future, for him, doing this thing is really a sense of accomplishment.
Seeing those wronged people with the dream of picking up leaks and getting rich, buying fake things at a high price, and all of them looking happy, Zhang Ermao felt very happy.
He couldn't help thinking in his heart: "It seems that this antique business can't be completely thrown away. Half of the happiness in life comes from this place... In the future, if Master Wu is not so busy, I can come here every now and then to have fun. .”
Zhang Ermao was happily thinking about it, when suddenly a familiar voice came and said with a pleasant smile: "Oh, Zhang Ermao, when did you come back to set up a stall again?"
Zhang Ermao looked up, and immediately said respectfully: "Oh, President Xiao! I haven't seen you for a while!"
It was Ye Chen's father-in-law Xiao Changkun who spoke.
Although Xiao Changkun is now the executive vice president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, his love for antiques is still the same as before.
Some time ago, because of a broken relationship, he was not in a good mood, and he didn't come here for a few days.
In the past two days, he has calmed down a little, and it coincided with the weekend, so he came up with the idea of antique street again.
It's just that he didn't expect that when he arrived here, he saw an acquaintance, Zhang Ermao.
Hearing that Zhang Ermao respectfully called himself Chairman Xiao, Xiao Changkun felt very proud, and with his hands behind his back like a leader, he said with a smile: "Ermao, I heard that you followed Hong Wuye, the military advisor next to Hong Wuye. Why did you go back to Antique Street again?"
Zhang Ermao said with a smile: "President Xiao, you really see all directions and listen to all directions. There is nothing in Jinling City that you can hide from your old man!"
Xiao Changkun was smug about being boasted, but his face pretended to be profound and said: "Er Mao, you don't have to praise me here, but there is really nothing that I, Xiao Changkun, can't figure out about the three-acre land in Jinling."
Zhang Ermao nodded, and said courteously: "President Xiao, let me tell you the truth, after staying with Master Wu for a while, I found that it might not be suitable for me, so I came back to pick up my old business." gone."
Xiao Changkun didn't doubt it either, nodded and said: "You are born to be in the antique business, and I have to say that you are my lucky star in this business. The first big mistake I picked up was to give 50 yuan to you. After you quit this job, I never picked up any big mistakes again."
Saying that, Xiao Changkun said again: "Oh, that's right, but some time ago I collected some small things one after another. From my experience, everything should be right. I'll show it to you when the time comes. If the price you offer is right, I'll let you go."
Zhang Ermao thought of the miserable experience of spending 50 yuan to buy a fake from Xiao Changkun. If it wasn't for Ye Chen's face, how could he spend that unjustly money?
Thinking of this, he chuckled and said hastily: "Don't leave President Xiao, I won't accept anything now."
"No more?" Xiao Changkun frowned, pointing to a large pile of things on his stall and asked: "You don't accept things anymore, where did you get these things? You can't make them yourself at home, can you?"
Zhang Ermao said: "President Xiao, to tell you the truth, I am adjusting my business direction now. In the past, I didn't care if it was true or not, and I would throw everything away. I've checked out the risk before, and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a piece of crap that wasn't even worth ten fucking dollars, and lost half a year's income in one fell swoop..."
As he said that, he glanced at Xiao Changkun nervously, seeing that Xiao Changkun didn't understand the meaning of his words, he hurriedly said again: "So President Xiao, I'm going to change the number now, and I'm selling, just sell fakes , take it, I only accept fakes..."
Xiao Changkun frowned: "What's the matter? Was it abducted by a full-time job?"
Zhang Ermao said with a sneer: "Hey...you can also understand it this way..."
Xiao Changkun said solemnly: "Ermao, I didn't say you, you love what you do. You have to have professional ethics when you do this."
Zhang Ermao nodded: "Aren't I planning to earn some money first? After earning money later, it's not too late to improve professional ethics. How did people say it? Get on the bus first and then buy the ticket..."
Xiao Changkun curled his lips in disdain, looked at Zhang Ermao's booth, shook his head, and said, "Oh, you're getting worse and worse, as far as the fake products on your booth are concerned, I can see them all. Come out."
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Ermao said courteously: "President Xiao, you must have a discerning eye. Good things can't hide from your eyes, and fake things are the same."
Xiao Changkun smiled, picked up the lightning strike wood in the middle of the booth, looked at it carefully, and said: "But this lightning strike wood does not seem to be fake, how much does it cost? I will take it if it is suitable, and keep it to avoid evil spirits."
Zhang Ermao stretched out five fingers.
Xiao Changkun asked curiously: "Five hundred?"
Zhang Ermao laughed and said, "Wan..."
Xiao Changkun's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "Fifty thousand?!"
Zhang Ermao shook his head: "It's 500 million..."
"Fuck..." Xiao Changkun threw the Thunderbolt Wood back to the booth, and cursed: "Zhang Ermao, are you poor and crazy? It's just such a crap, you want me 500 million? Are you fucking using me as a two-color ball?"
Zhang Ermao said embarrassingly: "President Xiao, you have already said that what I am doing now is swindling and abducting. How can I cheat money if I don't ask for a price..."
Xiao Changkun said angrily: "Then you can't grab it...Chunchun has something serious in her head!"
After finishing speaking, he put his hands behind his back and walked away without looking back.
Looking at his boss-like back, Zhang Ermao sighed helplessly, and thought to himself: "Master Ye wants me to quote 500 million yuan for this lightning strike wood. If my stall continues like this, people will probably be scolded a day." Ten or twenty times..."
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at the same time.
On the outskirts of Yanjing City, Changyun Temple.
As the Taoist temple with the longest history in the country, Changyun Temple can be regarded as a holy land of Taoism in the modern era.
The Taoist temple is full of incense, and all the disciples of Yanjing who believe in Taoism will often come here to make offerings.
Changyun Temple has a supervisor and an abbot, in addition to that, there are many disciples of different seniority, adding up to at least [-] people.
The abbot of Taoism has the same title as the abbot of Buddhism, but their functions are very different. The abbot of Buddhism is the one with the highest position and authority in the temple, and is in charge of the affairs of the temple, while the abbot of Taoism is mainly responsible for preaching scriptures. , more like the most senior professor in the Taoist temple, but the person who really has the highest management power in the Taoist temple is the supervisor.
Chang Shengbo, who was wearing a Taoist robe, looked up at the gate of Changyun Temple for a moment, and then walked into the gate of the temple.
The entire Changyun Temple is divided into front, middle and back courtyards, but only the front yard is open to believers and pilgrims. There are many temples here, especially the Sanqing Temple in the center, which enshrines the Taoist Sanqing Patriarch .
The middle and the last two courtyards are the internal areas of Changyun Temple, where the abbot and his disciples live and study Taoism.
Whether it's Ye Chen, Chang Shengbo, or the mysterious hero, or the Meng Changsheng in the painting, they all master spiritual energy, and they all practice Taoist inheritance.
Therefore, the first thing Chang Shengbo did when he stepped into the Changyun Temple was to come to the Sanqing Hall, and after offering incense to the three supreme gods of the Taoist sect, he came to a little Taoist priest beside him and said: " This fellow Taoist, I don’t know if you can let Pindao place an order and stay for a few days in your place?”
The little Taoist couldn't help being surprised when he saw that Uncle Chang Sheng looked like a fairy, and he also had a bit of the extraordinary temperament of a fairy that can only be found in novels, and asked respectfully: "Dare to ask Chang Sheng?" Which Taoist temple? Do you have a certificate?"
According to the conventions within the religion, Taoist priests can stay in the local Taoist temple after leaving the gate of their own Taoist temple and coming to other places, but they need to verify the identity of the other Taoist priest to avoid being taken advantage of.
Hearing this, Chang Sheng Bo smiled and said, "I have been practicing overseas all these years, and I haven't been to China for many years, and I don't have any documents."
The little Taoist said with some embarrassment: "Master Taoist, according to the regulations, if you want to place an order, you must have a legal certificate to prove that you are a Taoist priest. Otherwise, the younger generation will not be able to make the decision..."
Uncle Chang Sheng was not angry, he smiled lightly, and asked, "What is the name of your supervisor? What is the Taoist name?"
The little Taoist said with a respectful face: "Our supervisor's Taoist name is Qingxu Sanren."
"Qingxu?" Uncle Changsheng smiled slightly: "Could it be that little doll that Xuanjizi adopted back then?"
The little Taoist was shocked!
Prisoner Qingxu Sanren, who is over [-] years old this year, his life experience is very famous in domestic Taoist sects. He was abandoned outside the Changyun Guanmen when he was just born, and was adopted by the prisoner Xuanjizi. For ten years, he has been studying Taoism with Xuanjizi, and then took over the post of Supervisor. It can be said that he has dedicated his whole life to Taoism, and he is a true master of Taoism today.
Such an old master was called a little baby by Chang Shengbo. The little Taoist was naturally horrified, and he couldn't help asking Chang Shengbo: "This Taoist priest, do you know our prison?"
Chang Shengbo said indifferently: "Not only do I know him, I even hugged him when he was young."
"Ah?!" The little Taoist was stunned for a moment!
He couldn't help muttering: "Our Priest is over 70 years old. If you hugged him when he was young, aren't you at least over 90 years old? But I think you seem to be over 60 years old." ah……"
Chang Shengbo said with a smile: "I can't tell you clearly, you can report to him and say that Daoist Changqing wants to see him."
"Changqing Daoist..." The little Taoist murmured, although he had never heard of this Dao name, but seeing Chang Shengbo's inscrutable appearance, he did not dare to neglect, so he said: "Please follow me to the living room, Daoist Priest. Go and report to Master, and then ask Master to report to the prison!"
(End of this chapter)
Although Zhang Ermao's request was harsh, the two agreed unanimously when they thought of the considerable income.
Zhang Ermao was also unambiguous, and directly transferred 3 yuan to each of the two on WeChat, and said to the two: "This money will be treated as my advance payment of your labor expenses for 10 days in advance. If you dare to be lazy in these 10 days Playing slippery, don't blame me for being rude to you!"
Zhao Laosi patted his chest without hesitation and assured him: "Don't worry, Brother Ermao, I'm going to stare at you in fucking adult diapers for being so forthright with you! I'd rather piss my crotch than leave my post Half a step!"
Xiao Teng also immediately expressed his opinion: "Brother Ermao, I don't eat or drink during the day, and I will never lose your chain!"
"Okay." Zhang Ermao nodded, took out the two jade wrench fingers from his pocket, handed them to the two respectively, and said: "Put these two wrench fingers on your hands, and don't take them off. The token used by big customers to verify your identity."
The two didn't hesitate, and immediately took the wrench.
Zhao Laosi played with the wrench finger in his hand for a while, put it under his nose and smelled it, and said in a low voice: "Fucking Ermao brother, this... this wrench finger is something born out of a hole!"
"Really?" Xiao Teng on the side also followed suit, and asked suspiciously: "Fourth, why does this thing seem to be well-known?"
Zhang Ermao interrupted the two of them and said: "If you two want to earn this money, you must remember to talk less and ask less questions."
Fourth Zhao laughed, and quickly said, "Brother Ermao is right, anyway, we are responsible for picking up people, and we don't ask about other things."
Zhang Ermao nodded and said to the two of them: "Fourth, go back to the printing shop and put a sign saying 'Receive Hong Kong businessman Chen Jiawei', Xiao Teng, put a sign and write 'Receive Hong Kong businessman Luo Qidong' , You can start working directly after you finish playing, and I will calculate your wages for you today!"
Zhao Laosi said in surprise: "Brother Ermao, are you in such a hurry? I haven't had time to settle down yet, why don't you wait for me, and I'll ask my brother-in-law to come over and watch for me..."
Zhang Ermao waved his hand: "I'll keep an eye on your stall. Anyway, your stuff is fake, so I'll try my best to sell it as high as possible. After you get someone, you can bring them to me."
When the two heard this, they no longer hesitated, nodded immediately, and happily went to the printing shop together.
Zhang Ermao knew that it was impossible for these two people to get someone. After all, these two names were made up by himself temporarily, and it would be hell if he could get it.
He didn't know why Ye Chen asked him to do this, but like a human spirit, he knew a purpose very well in his heart, that is, never ask about things that shouldn't be asked, let alone try to find out the truth.
So, he sat down directly at Zhao Laosi's booth, looked at the tatters of his booth, and placed the piece of lightning strike wood that Ye Chen gave him in the center.
Although he didn't know what the purpose of this thing was, he kept in mind Ye Chen's order that no matter who came to ask for the price, he had to ask for 500 million.
After guarding the booth for more than an hour, a few people from the antique street came to Zhang Ermao's booth, thinking about picking up the leaks. The broken handicrafts are all sold at a high price of more than 4 digits.
After closing a few orders, Zhang Ermao couldn't help but feel like a fish in water. Although selling fake antiques to deceive people has no great future, for him, doing this thing is really a sense of accomplishment.
Seeing those wronged people with the dream of picking up leaks and getting rich, buying fake things at a high price, and all of them looking happy, Zhang Ermao felt very happy.
He couldn't help thinking in his heart: "It seems that this antique business can't be completely thrown away. Half of the happiness in life comes from this place... In the future, if Master Wu is not so busy, I can come here every now and then to have fun. .”
Zhang Ermao was happily thinking about it, when suddenly a familiar voice came and said with a pleasant smile: "Oh, Zhang Ermao, when did you come back to set up a stall again?"
Zhang Ermao looked up, and immediately said respectfully: "Oh, President Xiao! I haven't seen you for a while!"
It was Ye Chen's father-in-law Xiao Changkun who spoke.
Although Xiao Changkun is now the executive vice president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association, his love for antiques is still the same as before.
Some time ago, because of a broken relationship, he was not in a good mood, and he didn't come here for a few days.
In the past two days, he has calmed down a little, and it coincided with the weekend, so he came up with the idea of antique street again.
It's just that he didn't expect that when he arrived here, he saw an acquaintance, Zhang Ermao.
Hearing that Zhang Ermao respectfully called himself Chairman Xiao, Xiao Changkun felt very proud, and with his hands behind his back like a leader, he said with a smile: "Ermao, I heard that you followed Hong Wuye, the military advisor next to Hong Wuye. Why did you go back to Antique Street again?"
Zhang Ermao said with a smile: "President Xiao, you really see all directions and listen to all directions. There is nothing in Jinling City that you can hide from your old man!"
Xiao Changkun was smug about being boasted, but his face pretended to be profound and said: "Er Mao, you don't have to praise me here, but there is really nothing that I, Xiao Changkun, can't figure out about the three-acre land in Jinling."
Zhang Ermao nodded, and said courteously: "President Xiao, let me tell you the truth, after staying with Master Wu for a while, I found that it might not be suitable for me, so I came back to pick up my old business." gone."
Xiao Changkun didn't doubt it either, nodded and said: "You are born to be in the antique business, and I have to say that you are my lucky star in this business. The first big mistake I picked up was to give 50 yuan to you. After you quit this job, I never picked up any big mistakes again."
Saying that, Xiao Changkun said again: "Oh, that's right, but some time ago I collected some small things one after another. From my experience, everything should be right. I'll show it to you when the time comes. If the price you offer is right, I'll let you go."
Zhang Ermao thought of the miserable experience of spending 50 yuan to buy a fake from Xiao Changkun. If it wasn't for Ye Chen's face, how could he spend that unjustly money?
Thinking of this, he chuckled and said hastily: "Don't leave President Xiao, I won't accept anything now."
"No more?" Xiao Changkun frowned, pointing to a large pile of things on his stall and asked: "You don't accept things anymore, where did you get these things? You can't make them yourself at home, can you?"
Zhang Ermao said: "President Xiao, to tell you the truth, I am adjusting my business direction now. In the past, I didn't care if it was true or not, and I would throw everything away. I've checked out the risk before, and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a piece of crap that wasn't even worth ten fucking dollars, and lost half a year's income in one fell swoop..."
As he said that, he glanced at Xiao Changkun nervously, seeing that Xiao Changkun didn't understand the meaning of his words, he hurriedly said again: "So President Xiao, I'm going to change the number now, and I'm selling, just sell fakes , take it, I only accept fakes..."
Xiao Changkun frowned: "What's the matter? Was it abducted by a full-time job?"
Zhang Ermao said with a sneer: "Hey...you can also understand it this way..."
Xiao Changkun said solemnly: "Ermao, I didn't say you, you love what you do. You have to have professional ethics when you do this."
Zhang Ermao nodded: "Aren't I planning to earn some money first? After earning money later, it's not too late to improve professional ethics. How did people say it? Get on the bus first and then buy the ticket..."
Xiao Changkun curled his lips in disdain, looked at Zhang Ermao's booth, shook his head, and said, "Oh, you're getting worse and worse, as far as the fake products on your booth are concerned, I can see them all. Come out."
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Ermao said courteously: "President Xiao, you must have a discerning eye. Good things can't hide from your eyes, and fake things are the same."
Xiao Changkun smiled, picked up the lightning strike wood in the middle of the booth, looked at it carefully, and said: "But this lightning strike wood does not seem to be fake, how much does it cost? I will take it if it is suitable, and keep it to avoid evil spirits."
Zhang Ermao stretched out five fingers.
Xiao Changkun asked curiously: "Five hundred?"
Zhang Ermao laughed and said, "Wan..."
Xiao Changkun's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "Fifty thousand?!"
Zhang Ermao shook his head: "It's 500 million..."
"Fuck..." Xiao Changkun threw the Thunderbolt Wood back to the booth, and cursed: "Zhang Ermao, are you poor and crazy? It's just such a crap, you want me 500 million? Are you fucking using me as a two-color ball?"
Zhang Ermao said embarrassingly: "President Xiao, you have already said that what I am doing now is swindling and abducting. How can I cheat money if I don't ask for a price..."
Xiao Changkun said angrily: "Then you can't grab it...Chunchun has something serious in her head!"
After finishing speaking, he put his hands behind his back and walked away without looking back.
Looking at his boss-like back, Zhang Ermao sighed helplessly, and thought to himself: "Master Ye wants me to quote 500 million yuan for this lightning strike wood. If my stall continues like this, people will probably be scolded a day." Ten or twenty times..."
……
at the same time.
On the outskirts of Yanjing City, Changyun Temple.
As the Taoist temple with the longest history in the country, Changyun Temple can be regarded as a holy land of Taoism in the modern era.
The Taoist temple is full of incense, and all the disciples of Yanjing who believe in Taoism will often come here to make offerings.
Changyun Temple has a supervisor and an abbot, in addition to that, there are many disciples of different seniority, adding up to at least [-] people.
The abbot of Taoism has the same title as the abbot of Buddhism, but their functions are very different. The abbot of Buddhism is the one with the highest position and authority in the temple, and is in charge of the affairs of the temple, while the abbot of Taoism is mainly responsible for preaching scriptures. , more like the most senior professor in the Taoist temple, but the person who really has the highest management power in the Taoist temple is the supervisor.
Chang Shengbo, who was wearing a Taoist robe, looked up at the gate of Changyun Temple for a moment, and then walked into the gate of the temple.
The entire Changyun Temple is divided into front, middle and back courtyards, but only the front yard is open to believers and pilgrims. There are many temples here, especially the Sanqing Temple in the center, which enshrines the Taoist Sanqing Patriarch .
The middle and the last two courtyards are the internal areas of Changyun Temple, where the abbot and his disciples live and study Taoism.
Whether it's Ye Chen, Chang Shengbo, or the mysterious hero, or the Meng Changsheng in the painting, they all master spiritual energy, and they all practice Taoist inheritance.
Therefore, the first thing Chang Shengbo did when he stepped into the Changyun Temple was to come to the Sanqing Hall, and after offering incense to the three supreme gods of the Taoist sect, he came to a little Taoist priest beside him and said: " This fellow Taoist, I don’t know if you can let Pindao place an order and stay for a few days in your place?”
The little Taoist couldn't help being surprised when he saw that Uncle Chang Sheng looked like a fairy, and he also had a bit of the extraordinary temperament of a fairy that can only be found in novels, and asked respectfully: "Dare to ask Chang Sheng?" Which Taoist temple? Do you have a certificate?"
According to the conventions within the religion, Taoist priests can stay in the local Taoist temple after leaving the gate of their own Taoist temple and coming to other places, but they need to verify the identity of the other Taoist priest to avoid being taken advantage of.
Hearing this, Chang Sheng Bo smiled and said, "I have been practicing overseas all these years, and I haven't been to China for many years, and I don't have any documents."
The little Taoist said with some embarrassment: "Master Taoist, according to the regulations, if you want to place an order, you must have a legal certificate to prove that you are a Taoist priest. Otherwise, the younger generation will not be able to make the decision..."
Uncle Chang Sheng was not angry, he smiled lightly, and asked, "What is the name of your supervisor? What is the Taoist name?"
The little Taoist said with a respectful face: "Our supervisor's Taoist name is Qingxu Sanren."
"Qingxu?" Uncle Changsheng smiled slightly: "Could it be that little doll that Xuanjizi adopted back then?"
The little Taoist was shocked!
Prisoner Qingxu Sanren, who is over [-] years old this year, his life experience is very famous in domestic Taoist sects. He was abandoned outside the Changyun Guanmen when he was just born, and was adopted by the prisoner Xuanjizi. For ten years, he has been studying Taoism with Xuanjizi, and then took over the post of Supervisor. It can be said that he has dedicated his whole life to Taoism, and he is a true master of Taoism today.
Such an old master was called a little baby by Chang Shengbo. The little Taoist was naturally horrified, and he couldn't help asking Chang Shengbo: "This Taoist priest, do you know our prison?"
Chang Shengbo said indifferently: "Not only do I know him, I even hugged him when he was young."
"Ah?!" The little Taoist was stunned for a moment!
He couldn't help muttering: "Our Priest is over 70 years old. If you hugged him when he was young, aren't you at least over 90 years old? But I think you seem to be over 60 years old." ah……"
Chang Shengbo said with a smile: "I can't tell you clearly, you can report to him and say that Daoist Changqing wants to see him."
"Changqing Daoist..." The little Taoist murmured, although he had never heard of this Dao name, but seeing Chang Shengbo's inscrutable appearance, he did not dare to neglect, so he said: "Please follow me to the living room, Daoist Priest. Go and report to Master, and then ask Master to report to the prison!"
(End of this chapter)
