Chapter 97 Wang Cong
Qian Dahong's eyes flickered as he asked, "Little Immortal, can I give this talisman to someone else?"

Pan Yun smiled and said, "Of course you can. It's up to you. Whether it's a gift or a trade, I have no objection. The only thing is, this talisman was drawn by me, Pan Yun from Sanqing Mountain."

"Of course, who dares to steal it?"

Pan Yun knew what kind of talismans people liked the most, so among the ten talismans she took out, four were for peace and four were for wealth, and the other two were for health.

Qian Dahong took the talisman and stepped back to get the money.

When Master Qian saw his son leave, he said to Pan Yun, "I heard that the young immortal is planning to build a temple on Mount Sanqing?"

Pan Yun nodded, "Yes."

"I want to donate part of it. I can pay for the pillars or the gate of the mountain temple."

Pan Yun shook his head and said, "Master has issued an order that we are not allowed to collect donations, and that we brothers and sisters are only allowed to undertake the construction ourselves. Otherwise, how could my brother, who has worked for me for so many years, give up this achievement to me?"

When Master Qian heard this, he sighed and said, "The mountain god has compassion on people."

Pan Jun smiled.

Mr. Qian: "Has the government approved the temple construction?"

"It has not been reported yet. I heard that Mr. Qian has a very good relationship with the county government. I hope Mr. Qian will say a few good words for us when the time comes."

Mr. Qian agreed immediately.

In fact, the master didn't need to say anything. After the county government knew about it, it only asked one question, "Can Taoist temples and monasteries recruit more Taoist priests?"

After receiving a negative answer, the county government agreed and said, "Bring your household registration, land certificate, and certificate of ordination to go through the formalities later."

Pan Yun asked, "I don't have a certificate of ordination, but my senior brothers and sisters have one, is that ok?"

The chief clerk said: "I'm asking about the certificate of ordination of the temple keeper."

Pan Yun: "I am the temple priest."

The chief clerk looked at her in surprise and asked, "You paid for it?"

Pan Yun nodded.

The chief clerk was silent for a moment and then said, "Of course you can, but your temple needs to issue a document proving that you are a Taoist priest there. Also, your parents and family members need to issue a document and pay all the money you are supposed to pay."

The Ming Dynasty had a decree that minors, that is, boys and girls under the age of sixteen, who wanted to become monks or priests needed their parents' consent;
If the parents agree, the child will be punished, but the punishment can be offset by money.

The Ming Dynasty also had a law that people over the age of 20 were not allowed to become monks. They had to become Taoist monks. They could take an exam, but those who failed would be beaten with a stick.

During the Yongle reign, the imperial court changed its policy, and the examination for ordination certificates was changed from being held every three years to being held every five years. In other words, if a person whose parents were both alive wanted to take the examination for ordination certificates, he had only one chance. After failing the first time, he could take the examination again. If he failed, he would be beaten with a stick.

It is precisely because of this system that families who can still survive will not let their children become monks.

The chief clerk thought that Pan Yun was a rich person, and her parents were really out of their minds to let her become a Taoist priest at such a young age.

"Using this household registration, will the government send someone to Guangxin Prefecture to investigate the truth about Zhang Xiaomei's family?" Pan Yun asked worriedly, "Does the Zhang family know that Zhang Xiaomei is dead?"

Xuanmiao: "Most likely they don't know, and they won't care."

"If they pester me because of this..."

Xuanmiao said: "Don't worry, it will be solved when your nephew comes back."

Pan Yun: "Is the master's nephew so awesome?"

Xuanmiao nodded: "Very cool."

"Where is he now?"

Xuanmiao shook his head.

As soon as Wang Cong returned to Guangxin Prefecture, he arranged the caravan and headed to Sanqing Mountain with only two assistants.

As soon as he entered the village, he saw a lot of people talking at the foot of the mountain on the other side of the bridge, and it seemed very lively.

Just walk over with your bag on your back.

The villagers were cutting down trees, leveling the land, and starting to dig the foundation, chatting happily as they dug.

Three young men in Taoist robes were throwing the dug stones aside.

Miao He turned around and saw him, screamed, dropped the stone and rushed over, jumped onto the young man, and shouted, "Big Brother, Big Brother!"

Wang Cong caught her and was almost knocked down on his back.

Miao Zhen also dropped the stone and rushed over, "Big Brother is back!"

Wang Cong restrained the excited Miao He and said helplessly, "I'm back, I'm back. I bought gifts for you all. What are you doing?"

His eyes fell on another little girl he had never seen before, "Who is this?"

Miao Zhen quickly introduced, "Big Brother, this is Junior Uncle."

Wang Cong smiled as he looked at Pan Yun tenderly. Although he bowed and called her "Junior Master Uncle", his tone was like that of coaxing a child.

Being looked down upon and coaxed like a child, Pan Jun was not angry at all. He smiled at him and said, "You are the master's nephew, right?"

"Yes." Wang Cong nodded with a smile, took off the big bag on his shoulders, rolled up his sleeves and said, "You guys take a rest, I'll do it."

The villagers also greeted Wang Cong one after another, "Wang Cong is back."

"Wang Cong, if you don't come back, your old house will collapse and your father won't take care of it."

"Yes, you should persuade your father not to stay in the mountains all the time. Come down from the mountains occasionally, plant crops when necessary, and repair houses when necessary. They are things left by our ancestors." Wang Cong agreed one by one, and picked up all the stones and tree roots with the villagers. He looked at the foundation and nodded slightly, saying, "It's well dug, but it needs to be deeper so that the house can last longer."

"We also said that this is a mountain temple. It has to last for hundreds of years. The foundation must be dug well."

"Don't worry, Wang Cong. We are all fellow villagers. We will definitely do a good job for you. Even if this mountain collapses, the mountain temple will not collapse."

"Go, go, don't talk if you don't know how to talk. Wang Cong, you just came back, go up the mountain with your junior master and the others, and we will take care of the rest."

Wang Cong did not refuse. He responded and went up the mountain with Pan Yun and the other three.

Miao He enthusiastically went to lift his bag, "Big Brother, I'll get it for you."

"No, no, it's too heavy."

Miao He reluctantly gave him some of his things and said, "Big Brother, haven't you noticed that my cultivation has improved? Now going up and down the mountain is no problem for me."

Wang Cong couldn't see it, so he could only try it out. So he waved his hand and Miaohe raised his hand to block. The two of them exchanged five moves in a flash.

Wang Cong stopped and was very surprised. "Okay, Junior Sister has really made a lot of progress."

Miaohe raised her chin proudly, "Of course not, I'm really awesome."

Miao Zhen hurriedly said: "Big Brother, my cultivation has also improved."

Wang Cong reached out and touched her head, smiling and said, "Okay, you junior sisters have all worked very hard. I will reward you later."

Miaozhen and Miaohe were all happy.

Wang Cong looked at Pan Yun with a smile, "Reward Junior Master Uncle as well."

Pan Yun pointed at his nose in surprise and asked, "I still have a reward?"

Wang Cong nodded, "Of course, everyone has it."

Wang Cong asked: "Where is Third Uncle-Master? Shouldn't he be in charge of the temple construction?"

Miaohe chirped, "Master has gone to the Cheng family in Guangxin Prefecture to see a doctor. I don't know when he will be back."

Wang Cong lamented, "If I had known that Third Master Uncle was in Guangxin Prefecture, I should have gone to look for him yesterday."

After climbing up the mountain, but before reaching the top, I saw a head popping out from behind a tree at the mountain gate, looking down.

Wang Cong paused for a moment before calling out, "Father~"

Wang Feiyin then came out from behind the tree, leaning forward on the rock, and said, "I thought so. The birds on the mountain love to sing so early in the morning. You just pooped on me. So it's you who's back. Come up quickly."

Wang Cong carried a large bag up the mountain. When they turned the corner, Wang Feiyin saw the two servants following him. "Why did you bring the servants up the mountain? You are rich now and you know how to enjoy yourself."

Wang Cong: "There are too many things to carry up the mountain, so I can only ask two men to follow me."

Wang Feiyin went forward to take a look with great interest, "What are they?"

Wang Cong put his bag on the stone table. He knew that the Taoist temple did not have the habit of letting outsiders stay overnight, so he said to the two servants, "Go down the mountain. My old house cannot accommodate anyone. You can find a random family in the village to stay with, and go back to Guangxin Prefecture tomorrow."

The two guys were about to nod when Wang Feiyin suddenly said, "No, wait a minute, let them follow you. You never know when you might need them to run errands later."

Wang Feiyin pulled Pan Yun to him and said, "I know him, right? This is your junior uncle."

"I'm acquainted with you," Wang Cong bowed with a smile, "Junior Master."

Wang Feiyin said: "She is the direct disciple of the mountain god."

The smile on Wang Cong's face faded slightly, and he turned serious, "Are you the direct disciple of the mountain god?"

"Yes, the mountain god appeared and personally accepted him as a disciple."

Wang Cong's face became solemn, and he bowed solemnly again, "Junior Master."

Pan Jun waved his hand nonchalantly, "When did we in Sanqing Temple become so particular about rules? It's enough to meet once, there's no need to meet so many times."

Wang Feiyin said, "She needs you to do something."

He asked two men to go down the mountain and wait for instructions at the foot of the mountain. After everyone else had left, he introduced Pan Yun's basic situation.

After hearing this, before Wang Feiyin had time to express his request, Wang Cong directly asked Pan Yun, "So Junior Master still wants the name Pan Yun, and not to alarm Zhang Xiaomei's family?"

Pan Yun nodded.

Wang Cong: "Do you still want to be a temple priest?"

Pan Yun hesitated for a moment and nodded, explaining: "Actually, it's good that I don't work as a temple priest. Let others..."

"No!" the father and son said in unison.

Wang Cong paused and said, "Uncle Junior, it's not that I look down on you. On the contrary, I think too highly of you."

He said: "You have been able to worship the mountain god as your master for such a long time and still be alive, which shows your luck and ability. No one else can do that."

Wang Feiyin: "Yes, no one else's life is as tough as yours."

Wang Cong coughed lightly, reminded his father, and then returned to the topic, "This is not difficult, just like Miao and Miaozhen."

He said, "Since you have the indenture and Zhang Xiaomei's household registration page, I will go to the chief clerk to re-register her, which will be considered redemption, and then hang her in the Sanqing Temple."

Pan Jun was confused. "Is this okay? What if the Royal Guards investigate..."

"Don't worry, I have a plan. Unless there are Jinyiwei nearby who see Junior Master Uncle with their own eyes, no one will know about this in their lifetime, except for you guys."

　Today's lucky number is the number ending in 9, as shown in the screenshot
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