The Night Watchman of Another World: I know a lot of things

"Who are you looking for, benefactor?"

The old Taoist in the courtyard spotted Yang Qing and started asking.

"He came to see me!"

Han Dingna in the room also saw Yang Qing. After throwing the cinnabar pen in his hand to the child, he gestured to Yang Qing and took him to a secluded place in the backyard.

Along the way, Yang Qing discovered an interesting place.

There are almost no adults in the Jiuzhen Temple. There are only children under ten years old, and each child has been assigned a learning task.

Such as alchemy, talisman making, weaving, etc., and even learning breeding.

Because Yang Qing heard a child named Lu Ma being scolded by Han Dingna, saying that he must learn to distinguish between male and female chicks today, otherwise he would continue to feed the dog with dinner.

After taking Yang Qing to a deserted place in the temple, Han Dingna picked two unripe peaches from a nearby fruit tree, rubbed them on his clothes, and threw one to Yang Qing.

"When did you wake up?"

"yesterday."

"Oh, you slept for a long time."

Han Dingna finished biting the peach in two bites, completely ignoring the sourness of the peach, and then spat out the peach pit far away with a "puff". He did not behave like a Taoist priest at all.

"I came to say thank you. Thank you for taking me away from the battlefield that night. It saved me a lot of trouble."

Yang Qing said seriously.

"No, don't blame me for not taking action at that time. I was hiding nearby when you were fighting.

But I believe you have seen along the way that my Jiuzhen Temple is small and dilapidated, and no one is capable of doing anything. If something happens to me, this Jiuzhen Temple will probably be ruined.

These children are orphans left behind by adults who died nearby. My Jiuzhen Temple is not very popular, and there is no other income. It all depends on me, the Taoist priest, to do some small business to supplement the family income."

"I understand that you had no responsibility or obligation to help at that time, but the way that Taoist Han made money can't be called earning a little money for the family."

"Haha, it's just a small business, there's no point in mentioning it specifically. We'll be colleagues from now on, and maybe we'll be assigned to the same group.

By the way, let me remind you that although I have joined the Night Patrol, I am still a small trader by profession and I cannot engage in fighting and killing.

It’s ok to explore the road and find the evil spirits, but if we really have to fight, haha, I will put my own life first. "

"I see. I owe you a favor for what happened that night. What do you need me to do?"

“Haha, not for now.

I watched your battle, and I think your favor is very valuable. It's not so easy for me to use it casually.

I'll tell you when I think of it later."

"Okay, anytime."

Yang Qing seemed to have anticipated this.

"By the way, Master Han, I'd like to ask how the bodies of the contestants were handled after that day?"

"You want to ask where Long Congyun's tomb is?

This incident was tragic, and they were all believed to have died fighting against evil spirits. They were then buried near the Martyrs' Shrine.

By the way, since you are going to worship, why not buy some paper flowers and paper money from me? I will give you a discount."

"...

Is there a ancestral precept in your Jiuzhen Temple that if you don’t make money, it’s considered a loss?”

At this point in the conversation, Yang Qing had some new understanding of Han Dingna.

He also has his own mission, but his personality makes him a little too obsessed with money.

The two chatted for a while, and when it was almost noon, Yang Qing was kicked out by Han Dingna, who didn't even let him have lunch, and he said that the more he saved, the better.

There was no consideration of sending Yang Qing away at this time. It would take him at least two hours to go to the Martyrs' Shrine and return to Hengzhou Prefecture.

After spitting at the gate of Jiuzhen Temple from a distance, Yang Qing hurried back.

More than half an hour later, with the help of Old Man Nie, Yang Qing found Long Congyun's tomb.

The grave is very new and occupies a very small space. Compared with the surrounding tombstones that are covered with flowers, there is only a small bouquet of flowers in front of Long Congyun's grave.

I guess it was either released by the Night Patrol, or picked by Old Man Nie.

“Brother Long, give me two years to grow up.

I will definitely go to Xunyang Prefecture later and give you justice."

Yang Qing put down the paper flowers that he bought from Han Dingna at a "high price".

A gentle breeze blows, as if in response.

At the same time, at the entrance of Chenghua Avenue, four young men in green tights were sitting by the window in a teahouse.

Not far from Chenghua Avenue is the temporary dormitory arranged by the Night Patrol Department for the new night watchmen. Although it is called a dormitory, the living conditions are much better than those of ordinary households.

"Brother Yifeng, do you think that guy will come? We've been waiting for a whole day!"

“He will come. He was born as a night watchman, but he just passed the test by luck. There is no other place for him to live.

Besides, I just checked at the Night Tour Office, and he hasn't registered where he lives. With his poor background, where else can he live?"

"That's it, drink tea!

Luo Yicheng, you must be patient in everything, whether it is doing things or practicing. "

"Yes, Yicheng has learned from you."

The four of them then continued to drink tea leisurely, but the tea in this teahouse did not seem as fine as the one they drank at home. The four of them all frowned as they drank.

An hour later, the leading young man looked at a figure slowly passing by and put down the teacup in his hand.

"Stop! Are you Yang Qing?"

Four young men jumped down from the teahouse and stopped Yang Qing in the middle of Chenghua Avenue.

At this moment, Yang Qing was gnawing on a big meat pie. Han Dingna drove him away at lunch time, so he had to eat lunch at this time.

Ever since he mastered the Dragon Elephant Prajna Power, Yang Qing's appetite has greatly increased. This is the sixth piece of cake he has eaten, and now he is not even half full.

"Haha, why are there so many people surrounding me? Are they here to steal the meat patties?"

Yang Qing stuffed the remaining meat pie into his mouth and asked with a bulging mouth.

“Let me introduce myself. My name is Chen Yifeng, and these are my fellow apprentices Xu Jiao, Ye Zhibin, and Luo Yicheng. We are disciples from Zhufeng Mountain outside the city.

We are favored by our friends in the martial arts world and have been given the title of the Four Beauties of Bamboo Wind."

Chen Yifeng put away the folding fan in his hand and spoke proudly to Yang Qing.

"Oh, Bamboo Wind Four Beauties, a nice name, but what does it have to do with me?"

"A month ago, my Zhufeng Mountain disciple Wu Zhen was defeated by you in a surprise attack, which he considered as the shame of his life.

Do you think it has anything to do with you?

At that time, you were just a night watchman, so we couldn't do anything to you. Now that you have been promoted to a night watchman, we have nothing to worry about."

"So, you are here to help him get back his face?"

Yang Qing was stunned when he heard that. Wu Zhen had been possessed by some kind of Fuxing a long time ago. He really couldn't have imagined that someone would come to stand up for him at this time.

But since he came to fight, Yang Qing still carefully put the remaining meat patties into the storage bag.

This fried meat patty is delicious, it’s oily and crispy, and you can continue eating it after the fight.