Chapter 215: Palm
The recent life of ink painting has suddenly become much more exciting.
There are always monks from the Qian family or monks hired by the Qian family who want to cause trouble for him, but Mo Hua has long seen every move.
In most cases, if you just want to do something, you will be discovered by the demon hunter and beat him up.
In a few cases, they hid very well and avoided the nearby demon hunter, but did not avoid the spiritual consciousness of Mo Hua.
Mo Hua would call out a few uncles of the demon hunter, pointing out the Qian family monks who followed him one by one, and then they would be beaten up again.
Ink painting is just watching the show.
This makes the days of practicing martial arts and learning formations of Mo Hua less boring.
This Rimo Painting was chewing the wild fruits given to him by Aunt Jiang in the restaurant, while talking to An Xiaofu.
Since Mo Hua greeted An Xiaofu for dinner that day, An Xiaofu ran here every few days.
Mo Hua was a little confused, "Don''t you have a kitchen building at home?"
"That one is tired of eating, it''s not as delicious as it''s here, and it''s lively." An Xiaofu said.
A few times I came here, An Xiaofu was still a little restrained.
The other monks did not talk to him when they saw that he was dressed in an unusual manner.
He came a lot later and became more familiar with him. Because he was a friend of Mo Hua, other monks began to chat with him.
An Xiaofu talked about food very well, and he also listened with relish when he heard others talking about Daheishan or neighbors.
After a while, An Xiaofu was not as reserved as before.
Occasionally, he would bring some wine from Anjia to treat, and everyone would bring some wild fruits, pastries and other things to treat him.
Although the taste may not be good, it is very special and the intention is real.
An Xiaofu likes to run here even more.
He always felt a little depressed when staying at An’s house.
It’s better to go to the restaurant, chat with ordinary monks, drink and live a relaxed and comfortable life.
Mo Hua felt relieved when she saw that he was happy.
After hearing some strange things, An Xiaofu would tell the ink paintings, whether it was true or false, he would listen to them with relish.
It was getting late, and An Xiaofu went home reluctantly.
Mo Hua sent him, and turned around and saw Zhang Lan coming from the bluestone road on the other side.
"Uncle Zhang? Why are you here now?"
Zhang Lan sighed, "I''m so busy, I''m only free now."
Ink painting obviously doesn’t believe it.
Zhang Lan had no choice but to say, "Go, order some food for me. Come here later. I have something to tell you."
"Is it more expensive?"
“Yes, please do whatever you want.”
The ink painting is not really too expensive, but it is a little bit expensive, and it is something he thinks is delicious but doesn’t eat very often.
There is a kind of mutton that has a slight odor, but it smells very fragrant when chewed.
There is also a kind of dog meat, which is spicy and delicious.
These two kinds of monsters are herbivorous. Although they kill people, they do not eat people, and their blood and energy are relatively clean.
Others include some seasonal vegetables, chopped fruits, etc.
There are four or five plates in total, including meat and vegetable, and the color is also beautiful, and it is placed on Zhang Lan''s table.
Zhang Lan took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Mo Hua first, "You sit down and eat too."
Mo Hua didn''t even be polite to him, so he took the chopsticks and started eating.
The food is delicious, both because it was made by his mother and because it was ordered by him.
Mo Hua took a few bites and couldn''t help but squint his eyes, but when he thought that Zhang Lan wanted to pay Lingshi, he said generously:
"I''ll give you 20% off!"
Zhang Lan couldn''t help laughing, "Okay, 20% off! Thank you, the shopkeeper!"
Mo Hua also smiled, ate another bite of mutton, and asked:
"You said you had something to ask me for, what''s the matter?"
Zhang Lan said straight to the point: "The Chief Secretary wants to see you."
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "President? Your Daotingsi''s chief officer?"
"Not bad." Zhang Lan also tasted the meat, nodded, and continued, "He heard that you were well-drawn in formation, so he wanted to see you."
"It''s because of this?"
Zhang Lan sighed.
It’s not because the formation is well drawn, but because the formation is well drawn.
He didn''t know when the ink painting was possible, and even the first-grade formation could be drawn. When the stewards mentioned it, he was shocked.
"If you draw the formation well, you will be respected, let alone you are so young, so the Chief Secretary will definitely want to see you."
"There is another reason," Zhang Lan said, "It''s because you helped build the weapon refining and alchemy refining industry in the south of the city. This is the largest cultivation industry in Tongxian City."
"What does this have to do with the Secretary?" Mo Hua said in confusion.
"The Daotingsi also needs to talk about achievements. The stability under his rule, the taxation of spirit stones, and the construction of Taoist cultivation projects are all achievements. The largest weapon refining and alchemy refining practices in Tongxian City were built under his rule, and these are naturally considered his achievements."
Ink painting suddenly realized.
Zhang Lan drank a glass of wine and then said, "The old Zhangsi was diligent and diligent when he was young, but he had no achievements. Now that he is old this year, his mind is weak. He wanted to abdicate and retire, but he didn''t expect that a pie fell from the sky. Such a great achievement was counted on him."
Zhang Lan shook her head and laughed: "It''s also a blessing, so the old master is very grateful to you."
Mo Hua smiled and said embarrassedly, "I didn''t do anything, I just drew a dot matrix."
Zhang Lan gave him a blank look and said, "It''s almost enough. Too humble means being conceited."
Are you drawing a "bit" formation?
From buildings to tool refining furnaces and alchemy furnaces, you should draw the formations.
Thinking of this, Zhang Lan couldn''t help but sigh again.
I don’t know how Mo Hua’s little head grows, and how could it have such a strong spiritual sense.
The entire weapon refining practice and alchemy refining practice, so many formations, he finished drawing them alone...
Mo Hua said with some concern: "When I see the Secretary, do you need to pay attention to? Do he have any taboos?"
Zhang Lan shook her head.
Mo Hua asked again, "By the way, the chief officer is not the surname Fu."
Zhang Lan was stunned, "What''s wrong with Fu''s surname?"
"The surname of ''Fu'' was demoted to one level and became the deputy chief officer, so if he had a surname of Fu, he could only be called the chief officer, not Fu chief officer."
Zhang Lan was amused and crying, "Where did you hear it?"
"This is also experience in practicing Taoism. If you hear it from, don''t worry about it."
Zhang Lan said helplessly: "Zhengsi''s surname is Zhou. He is a good person and has no taboos. You are not old, and even if you have any inappropriate words, he will not blame him. Don''t worry."
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded.
Two days later, Mo Hua followed Zhang Lan into Daotingsi and went to meet Zhou Zhangsi.
Daotingsi is quite grand, but it is obviously a bit old, and some rooms are closed, and I don’t know what’s inside.
Most of the rooms that can be entered are for offices of monks in the Tingshi. The layout is calm and not luxurious. It is filled with various book and file, as well as jade slips of different shapes.
It looks a bit boring, a bit different from what I imagined by Mo Hua.
This is the building above, and it is said that there is a Taoist jail underground.
The so-called Taoist prison is the prison for criminal monks who violate the "Dao Law".
The ink painting really wanted to see it, and she had a lot of knowledge, but Zhang Lan refused.
(This chapter ends)