"Burning the Lamp Temple notice. ”

"The Tibetan scripture pavilion of this temple has been established for hundreds of years, and there are a large number of scriptures that are decayed, moth-eaten, rotten, damp, etc., which are unbearable to be reused, and they need to be re-transcribed for backup. Now facing the whole city personnel, recruit ten scribes, need to be literate and broken, handwriting rigorous, copy neatly, every 500 words a copper knife, the day of the day, those who are interested, please enter to find the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion law enforcement monks for details. ”

"Settle down, Abbot Xiaoxiang!"

Really.

Seeing this scene, Bai Phantom Night was overjoyed, but he didn't know, when was this notice posted, and whether the Burning Lamp Temple was full?

I'm afraid that if it's too late, I won't have a chance.

So, Bai Phantom Ye hurriedly squeezed out the crowd again, and then rushed in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the temple.

He has been to the temple several times, and he is naturally no stranger to the location of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the Burning Lamp Temple.

It is a tall six-story stone tower, the stone tower is surrounded by a formation guard, in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there are also a large number of law enforcement monks, the guardian monks patrol back and forth, it is one of the three halls of the Burning Lamp Temple, no one dares to be presumptuous in this kind of place.

And its location, not far from the abbot's room in the backyard, has always been heavily guarded.

The last time Bai Phantom Ye came to the abbot's room, he had already seen it, and even if he couldn't think of it, after all, it was the tallest building in the entire Burning Lamp Temple, and he could see it as soon as he looked up.

It's just that, because it's a place where the scriptures are hidden, and without permission, the white phantom night has never been close.

But this time is clearly different.

Along the way, although there were constantly guarded people, after Bai Phantom Ye explained his intentions, he was quickly let go.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the six-story stone tower.

The three golden characters of "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" sparkle in the sun.

At the door, there was a red lacquer at this time, and a gray-clothed monk was sitting behind it, writing down something.

In front of him, there were more than a dozen people queuing, apparently the same as Bai Phantom Night, who had come to apply for scripture transcription.

"So much?"

Seeing this scene, Bai Phantom Ye's heart tightened.

But it was also inconvenient for him to cut in line, so he could only wait quietly behind a bookish middle-aged man in Tsing Yi at the back with apprehension and worry.

"The little brother is also here to copy the scriptures?"

As if sensing movement behind him, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi turned his head and smiled kindly at him.

When Bai Huanye heard this, although he didn't want to talk, he nodded politely and said, "Try your luck." ”

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi shook his head and said: "Copying the scriptures, it's not as easy as you think, it's a very boring and demanding job, don't look at five hundred words a copper knife, it looks quite high, but throughout the scriptures, as long as you copy a wrong word, or black a little, the whole page will be copied in vain, so the real price is far less than five hundred words a copper knife, the little brother looks young, but he may not be able to endure that kind of boredom." ”

Hearing this, Bai Phantom Night glanced up at him, and then at the other applicants.

Sure enough, except for him, most of the others were adult men like the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, and even more old people with twilight faces.

Normally, they are the only ones who can endure this kind of boring and monotonous work.

Just, is it boring?

Bai Phantom Night thought helplessly, if compared to being hungry, it was obviously more boring and attractive.

Of course, the words of the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi also made him feel a pang in his heart, that is, copying scriptures is extraordinary, not only requires neat handwriting, but the most important thing is that it cannot be smeared.

After the transcription is completed, it will be reviewed by the law enforcement monks in the temple, and after the final review is passed, the money can be counted, if it is not passed, it may be a day in vain.

Therefore, when copying, you must not seek speed, urgency, if the heart is bored, can not calm down, in the end will indeed be as the middle-aged man said, waste time, and not make a penny, then it will be a big loss.

But he has a calm heart, although he knows that this matter may not be as simple as he seems, but under the pressure of making money, this challenge is nothing.

"I still want to try. ”

Seeing that Bai Huanye was stubborn, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi no longer persuaded him, just smiled and turned back again.

The team moved fast.

After all, the gray-clothed law enforcement monk mainly recorded the names and origins of everyone, and then someone received them later, conducted inspections, and only those who passed the test would be included.

Soon, it was the bookish middle-aged man in front of the white phantom night.

"Name?"

The gray-clothed monk didn't raise his head, but swiped down the pen in his hand, appearing behind the previous name, and asked.

"Zhang Jinghai. ”

"Age?"

"Forty-five!"

"What do you do?"

"Dean of the College. ”

"What?"

The gray-clothed monk raised his head abruptly, revealing a stunned expression.

Behind the middle-aged man, Bai Huanye's eyes widened suddenly when he heard this.

"Zhang Jinghai, the dean of the academy?"

In the entire Xiyu City, how many academies can there be? There is only one, and that is the Four Seas Academy.

The dean of the Four Seas Academy, who is a famous man and a meritorious person, how could such a person come to apply for a job of copying scriptures in a Buddhist temple, isn't it a joke?

The gray-clothed monk stood up suddenly, looked at the middle-aged man, and said with a wry smile: "This benefactor, are you here to entertain the little monk, if you are really the head of the academy, how can you lack such an ordinary job?"

Zhang Jinghai shook his head and said with a smile: "What I'm talking about was once, if I was still the dean of the academy now, I naturally wouldn't come to copy the scriptures, you don't have to worry about these, just say, whether you will be hired or not, right?"

"This ......"

The gray-clad monk hesitated.

Naturally, he didn't question Zhang Jinghai's identity, he couldn't hide it from others, but their Buddhist copying scriptures was just a very ordinary job, and they could really wronged a college dean to be a copyist here?

At this moment, in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, a thin monk in yellow walked out slowly, his eyes were like electricity, and when he saw a middle-aged man in green clothes, his face suddenly changed, and then he immediately walked over and said, "Dean Zhang is here in person, how can there be any unqualified, let go!"

"Yes. ”

When the gray-clothed monk heard this, he immediately turned around, saluted the yellow-clothed monk, and then looked at the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi and said: "Master Zhang, you have passed, this is your access token, with this token, there will be a special miscellaneous monk to take you into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, where there are prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and someone will assign you tasks, but you still have to explain in advance that in addition to the scripture copying room, other places are important for my Scripture Pavilion, and no one is allowed to walk around and trespass." ”

After speaking, he reached out and handed out a pitch-black token like a bamboo stick.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand to take it and said with a smile: "This is naturally saved, you let people lead the way." ”

"Please!"

The gray-clothed monk beckoned, and immediately a young monk quickly ran out and led the middle-aged man named 'Zhang Jinghai' towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion behind.

Zhang Jinghai turned his head, shook the pitch-black token in his hand towards Bai Phantom Night, and said with a smile: "Little brother, I went in first, I hope you can also get your wish." ”

After saying that, he disappeared into the Scripture Pavilion and disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Bai Phantom Night looked in a trance.

However, the yellow-clothed monk was slightly stunned when he saw Bai Phantom Night, and then, without saying anything, he flicked his sleeves and turned around and left with a serious face.

"Master Jade Zen?"

Seeing his back, Bai Huanye muttered, naturally he would not forget this person.

In the abbot's room that day, the heart of the Zen master died, he actually wanted to snatch the treasure of the Burning Lamp Temple, the control of the Fahua Bell, but later the new successor to the throne of the abbot Xiaoxiang oppressed people with his identity and forced back.

"This person is not a good person, he is the head of a precept hall, what is he doing in this scripture pavilion?"

Although he was puzzled in his heart, this matter had nothing to do with him, because at this time, the gray-clothed monk sat down again, and then asked Bai Phantom Night, "Name?"