"Thank you, God!" Jiao Yong saluted: "A certain family will definitely train a ghost army for God!"

He whispered slightly: "Actually, there is no way that the God Lord wants a ghost army to come out soon."

When Wen Fei heard this, he seemed a little uneasy when Jiao Yong said this. He couldn't help but say something strangely: "General Jiao just talk, why do you have to look like this?"

Jiao Yong stumbled for a long time and said, "Actually, there are powerful ghosts who are detained in the ghost prison, but those ghosts have offended the God..."

"Are you talking about those tooth soldiers?" Wen Fei rushed out. He really forgot all the tooth soldiers of Silver Gun Jidu. Thinking of the amazing ghost soldiers of Silver Gun Jidu that day, Wen Fei was so excited. However, there have been too many things recently. Wen Fei forgot all these ghost soldiers, or thought they had finished playing with the Dead City God.

"These tooth soldiers have offended the God, and have been sent to prison... I'm afraid that the God will be in a grudge..." Jiao Yong looked at Wen Fei for a long time and couldn't help but whisper.

Wen Fei then came back to his senses and said with a smile: "No need to do this. How can I say something? Eat the king's fortune and be loyal to the king. In the past, it was natural for them to make things difficult for me when they heard the city god's words. I hope they can also serve me honestly in the future!"

He said this inappropriately, but Jiao Yong was overjoyed when he heard it: "The God is really magnanimous! The God of the City God used to be, but because I was killed by Han Qi, I refused to use me... I must have trained a powerful ghost army for the God to come out and serve the God!"

Wen Fei laughed and said, "Thank you for your hard work, General Yang!"

As he said that, the person flashed slightly and disappeared. However, the chickens had already started to crow...

The monk's room was lonely. Even in broad daylight, it seemed a little wet and dark, and could not even see clearly. Fortunately, the sun outside was good, He Huan stood up with a wry smile and took the old clothes outside to dry. He also sat at the door and read a book of the Analects of Confucius. Although the book had been memorized by him, people's memories would decline with time. If they didn't review it for a long time, there would be some errors and omissions.

It was almost noon, and my stomach was rumbling with hunger. I think those snobbish monks would not be so kind to ask themselves to go to dinner. After all, I have only donated fifty dollars of sesame oil after staying there for so long. It has long been disliked by those monks. I just hope that I can win the Jinshi level in the current Technological University.

He was like learning from the prime minister Lu Duan. After ten years of hard work, no one asked him about it, and he became famous in one fell swoop! He sighed and touched his arms, but there was only less than half a pile of copper coins left. This amount of money had to be supported until the imperial examination. Fortunately, there was not much time left. Maybe he could be a little extravagant and buy two more pieces of Hu cakes outside to eat.

When he thought of this, the saliva in his mouth became secreted involuntarily, and even his stomach began to bulge.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard the noise in front of me, and the footsteps were heard. I heard the annoying monk Cheng and monk shouting loudly: "Poor scholar, come out quickly..."

He Huan suddenly felt bitter. The situation was like a modern person who was wandering around to rent a house, with tight hair and no money to pay the rent, but was blocked by the landlord. It was just the miserable and miserable modern people who could lock the door and think that they were not at home. However, this ancient house did not have this function... He Huan had to go out honestly, change into a smile, and prepare to say a few more good things.

People are poor and have short ambitions, and horses are thin and long hair. People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. He Huan muttered in his heart, but heard the monk shouting: "I'm poor and sad, that He Huan. Come out quickly, why are you doing hard? Have you found a good thing on your head?"

There is a good thing, you won't come to me! He Huan was complaining in his heart and quickened his pace. Before he could walk out of the yard, he saw the snobbish monk Cheng He nodding and bowing, almost bent his waist into shrimps. How could he bend down with his candle belly as thick as a bucket?

But he saw a purple-robed Taoist priest followed by several green-robed Taoist priests who were respectfully invited by Monk Cheng He. He Huan's thoughts changed. Didn't he say that Buddhism and Taoism are not in harmony now? Both sides have been fighting some time ago...

"He Huan, come here quickly and salute this Taoist priest! This is a noble man, Shang Father's nephew!" Monk Na Chenghe shouted.

A sense of anger surged in He Huan's heart. In ancient times, calling someone's name directly was actually a very rude act, which was almost the same as swearing. Generally, it was a word of name or a ranking of name. This bald donkey was like a rude person, which was simply too much to deceive people! However, it was not a day or two that this monk had been rude for a day, and He Huan had already been used to it. However, this Taoist priest was actually the nephew of Shangfu, who had been recently enthroned by the official family. No wonder Monk Cheng He was so respectful.

I heard that these bald monk fathers fought and lost a lot. Now even the monk's ritual is under the jurisdiction of Shang's father. This is really funny. The monk's monk's licence is actually under the jurisdiction of Taoist priests...

Although he thought so in his heart, he said with no slightest expression on his face: "Student He Huan has seen the wizard!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" The young Taoist priest waved his hand and smiled. Although he was wearing a luxurious purple robe, he felt awkward when he was worn by the Taoist priest. He laughed and said, "Some family is not a master, but a Bai Yuchan. You are lucky. My Tianshi knows that you are working hard to learn and have a difficult life. So I asked me to give you 10,000 yuan to study with peace of mind, strive to pass the imperial examination and glorify your ancestors. There is also this for you..."

The Taoist priest who followed him took out a large tray and handed it to He Huan, which contained ten silver coins and a colorful ball the size of Cuju.

Ten thousand yuan is at least about forty kilograms, and one can't bear it when walking with his back. The ten silver coins on the pallet are each about the size of an egg, with complex patterns on it, which are extremely exquisite.

"This is...this is..." He Huan remembered a legend he had heard: "Is this immortal money?"

Bai Yuchan laughed and said, "Yes." As he said that, he clamped a silver coin with his fingers and put it beside his mouth and blew it, the silver coin made a buzzing sound, which was extremely magical.

It was indeed the immortal money, He Huan sighed in his heart. He had no chance to see such precious coins. It is said that the money was used by Shangfu to reward the servants around him. Many of them were rewarded to the servants in his mansion and the eunuchs in the palace. (To be continued...)
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