Chapter 215: Head of Department
Mo Hua's recent life 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 their every move has been seen by Mo Hua.
Most of the time, just when you are about to take action, you will be discovered by the monster hunter and beaten up severely.
In a few cases, they were well hidden and escaped the nearby demon hunters, but they did not escape Mo Hua's consciousness.
Mo Hua would call a few demon hunter uncles and point out the monks from the Qian family who were following him one by one. After that, they would inevitably be beaten severely.
Mo Hua is watching a play on the side.
This makes Mo Hua's days of practicing exercises and learning formations less boring.
This
Ever since Mo Hua invited An Xiaofu to dinner that day, An Xiaofu has been running here every two days.
Mo Hua was a little confused, "Don't you have a dining room at home?"
“I'm tired of eating that one. It's not as delicious as here, and it's also lively.” An Xiaofu said.
An Xiaofu was a little cautious the last few times he came here.
Other monks saw that he was dressed unusually and did not speak to him.
He came more often and became more familiar with him, and because he was a friend of Mo Hua, the other monks started chatting with him.
An Xiaofu talks about food in a clear and logical way, and he also listens with interest when others talk about Daheishan or the neighborhood.
After coming and going, An Xiaofu was no longer as reserved as before.
Occasionally, he would bring some home-brewed wine for everyone to drink, and everyone would also bring some wild fruits, cakes, etc. for him to taste.
Although the taste may not be good, it is very special and the intention is true.
An Xiaofu prefers to run here.
Staying in Anjia, he always felt a little depressed.
It's better to go to a restaurant, chat with ordinary monks, have a drink, and live a relaxed life.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was enjoying himself.
An Xiaofu would tell Mo Hua about some strange things after hearing them, either deleting them, deleting them, or embellishing them. Regardless of whether they were true or false, Mo Hua also listened to them with great interest.
It was getting late, and An Xiaofu went home reluctantly.
Mo Hua saw him off and turned around to see Zhang Lan walking over from the bluestone road on the other side.
“Uncle Zhang? Why are you here now?”
Zhang Lan sighed: "I'm busy, so I have time now."
Ink painting obviously doesn't believe it.
Zhang Lan had no choice but to say, "Go and order some food for me. Come over later and I'll tell you something."
“Is something more expensive?”
“Yes, just follow the instructions.”
The ink paintings are not really too expensive, just a little more expensive. They are also things that he usually thinks are delicious but don't eat them often.
There is a kind of mutton that has a slightly tangy taste, but it tastes very fragrant.
There is also a kind of dog meat, which is spicy and delicious.
These two monsters are herbivorous. Although they kill people, they do not eat humans, and their blood is relatively clean.
Others include some seasonal vegetables, cut fruits, etc.
There were four or five plates in total, both meat and vegetable, and the colors were beautiful, and they were placed on Zhang Lan's table.
Zhang Lan took a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Mo Hua first, "You can sit down and eat too."
Mo Hua was not polite to him, took the chopsticks and started eating.
The dishes are all delicious, both because they were cooked by his mother and because they were ordered by him.
Mo Hua ate a few mouthfuls and couldn't help but squint his eyes. However, thinking that Zhang Lan wanted to pay the spirit stone, he said boldly:
“I'll give you a 20% discount!”
Zhang Lan couldn't help laughing, "Okay, 20% off! Thank you so much, shopkeeper!" "You're welcome."
Mo Hua also smiled, took another bite of mutton, and asked:
“You said you have something to do with me, what is it?”
Zhang Lan got straight to the point: "The boss wants to see you."
Mo Hua was stunned for a moment, "Chief? The chief of your Daoting Division?"
"Not bad." Zhang Lan also tasted the meat, nodded, and continued, "He heard that you are good at drawing formations, so he wanted to meet you."
“Is that why?”
Zhang Lan sighed.
It's not because the formation is drawn well, but because the formation is drawn so well.
He didn't know when Mo Hua could draw even the first-grade formations. When the chief mentioned it, he was surprised.
"If you draw the formation well, you will be respected. Besides, you are still so young. The boss will definitely want to meet you."
"There is another reason." Zhang Lan said, "It's because you helped build the weapon refining shop and alchemy shop in the south of the city. This is the largest monastic industry in Tongxian City."
“What does this have to do with the boss?” Mo Hua asked doubtfully.
"The Dao Tingsi also talks about merit. The stability under his rule, the taxation of spiritual stones, and the construction of monastic projects are all considered merit. The largest weapon refining shop and alchemy shop in Tongxian City were built under his rule. These are naturally It's his achievement.”
Ink painting suddenly realized.
Zhang Lan drank a glass of wine and continued: "When the old boss was young, he was conscientious and diligent, but he did not achieve much. Now that he is older, his mind has become dull. He wanted to abdicate and retire, but he did not expect that a pie in the sky would fall like this. The great merit is attributed to him.”
Zhang Lan shook his head and said with a smile: "It can be considered a blessing, so the old boss is very grateful to you."
Mo Hua smiled and said sheepishly: "I didn't do anything, I just drew the dot matrix."
Zhang Lan rolled her eyes at him and said, "That's pretty much it. Being too humble is being conceited."
Did you draw a "little" formation?
From buildings to weapon refining furnaces and alchemy furnaces, you must have drawn all the formations.
Thinking of this, Zhang Lan couldn't help but sigh again.
I don't know how long Mo Hua's little head is, or how he has such a strong sense of consciousness.
The entire weapon refining business and alchemy refining business, so many formations, he painted them all by himself...
Mo Hua, on the other hand, was a little worried and said, "When I see the boss, what should I pay attention to? Does he have any taboos?"
Zhang Lan shook his head.
Mo Hua asked again: "By the way, the boss's surname is not Fu, right?"
Zhang Lan was stunned, "What happened to Fu?"
“The person whose surname is 'Fu' has been demoted one level and has become the deputy head chief. Therefore, if his surname is Fu, he can only be called chief chief, not chief chief Fu.”
Zhang Lan couldn't laugh or cry, “Where did you hear this?”
"This is also based on monastic experience. Where did you hear it? Just ignore it."
Zhang Lan said helplessly: "The boss's surname is Zhou. He is a good person and has no taboos. You are not old, so even if you say something inappropriate, he will not blame you. Don't worry."
“Yeah.” Mo Hua nodded.
Two days later, Mo Hua followed Zhang Lan into Daotingsi and went to see Chief Zhou.
Daotingsi is quite impressive, but it is obviously a bit old. Some rooms are closed and I don't know what is inside.
Most of the rooms that can be entered are used for the offices of court monks. They are calmly furnished and not too luxurious. They are filled with various books and files, as well as jade slips of different shapes.
Looking a little boring, it is a little different from what Mo Hua imagined.
This is the building above. It is said that there is a prison underground.
The so-called Dao Prison is a prison where criminal monks who violate the "Law of Dao" are imprisoned.
Mo Hua really wanted to go and see it to gain some insights, but Zhang Lan refused to let him go.
(End of this chapter)
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