These Taoist priests obviously came here to absorb spiritual energy.
Only the old man next to Cai Gen understood what he meant instantly.
This is characterizing these seven Taoist priests.
No matter who you are, no matter who you represent, no matter what you want to do.
I don’t even recognize it, don’t care, and don’t get used to it.
In Shared Children Store No. 3, there are only two identities, one is an employee and the other is a consumer, and there is no position as a caregiver.
The seven Taoist priests glanced at each other, and finally their eyes fell on an old Taoist priest. It seemed that he was the leader.
The old Taoist priest had been silent just now and was surprised when he received Cai Gen's words.
When I came back, I saw that it was a land of fireworks and willow alleys. Can Taoist priests come to spend money?
Do you want to learn from Lu Zu and play three plays with white peony?
Besides, there are no white peonies here, they are all little foxes.
If Cai Gen is not awake, he can ignore others.
But after Cai Gen woke up, he naturally had to restrain himself a little and look good on the surface. After all, he was from a famous family and couldn't lose his status.
"Cai Gen, are you kidding? We are all poor Taoist priests with no wealth, how can we come here to spend money?
We are here just to defend the resources and property of our natal family alliance, to stand up for Xiong Haizi, and to ensure that she is not bullied.
By the way, introduce yourself.
I am the Wudang Sect, Wang Ziru, the Seventh Son of Wudang."
Wang Ziru?
Cai Gen was a little disappointed. It would be very encouraging if the old man said, "I am the King of Wudang and pay my respects to the Heavenly Master."
Seeing that the leader introduced himself, other Taoist priests also introduced themselves.
"The Seventh Son of Wudang, Wang Zijian."
"The Seven Sons of Wudang, the king will examine himself."
"The Seventh Son of Wudang, Wang Ziran."
"The Seven Sons of Wudang, Wang Zidiscipline."
"The Seven Sons of Wudang, Wang Zizai."
"Seven Sons of Wudang"
It was the turn of the last little Taoist priest. He looked not too old at first glance, he looked about twenty, but he had deep forehead wrinkles, as if he was troubled.
At this time, the wrinkles on my forehead were wrinkled. I wanted to sign up, but I was a little confused and got stuck.
As a result, under the glare of all the senior brothers, the little Taoist bravely signed up.
"Um, I'm the Seventh Prince of Wudang, Wang Gou Sheng.
Those who survive will survive, those who win will win.
The point is, as long as you survive to the end, you will definitely win."
Um.
If he didn't explain it like this, Cai Gen really wouldn't pay attention to him.
Wang Goosheng, haha.
He is self-motivated and self-reflective, so when it is his turn, he will be victorious.
It sounds like there were originally only six people, but they couldn't make up the seven, so they pulled him in to make up the number temporarily.
Wang Gou Sheng, this name is really good, it makes me easy to make a living as soon as I hear it. I definitely didn’t choose this name just to win in the end.
Cai Gen, as always, grasps the details of things and always thinks about problems from unexpected angles.
"Hello everyone, I am Cai Gen, the owner here.
Wang Ziru, right?
Master Ziru, don’t you get paid as Taoist priests?
Why is it called a poor Taoist priest?
Is it supernumerary?
Don’t you get paid just by placing orders?”
Yuanyuan once told Cai Gen about this professional term, and the explanation was very clear at the time, but Cai Gen forgot about it.
Wang Ziru didn't understand why Cai Gen kept an eye on his salary, and whether he was poor or not had anything to do with him.
"Cai Gen, we are not Taoist priests who hang out orders, we are regular Taoist priests of the Wudang Mountain sect, with a staff and salary, we are not charlatans and liars.
However, our salary is not very high, barely enough to make a living.
However, these are not important. We are devoted to cultivating the Tao, and external things are just floating clouds."
It seemed that he had misunderstood it after all. Cai Gen should find an opportunity to refresh himself on Taoist knowledge.
"Master Ziru, then you are not rich to begin with, so why do you come here to spend money?
Is it to experience and consolidate the Taoist mind in the mortal world?
Consumption here is not low, can your income support it?
Although I respect you very much, I cannot issue an IOU.
I have no intention of targeting your Taoist sect. Even if the monks from the west come, they will not give you credit.
I also have to pay for feeding horses, so I hope you will abide by the rules of the world."
Wang Ziru felt that what Cai Gen said was a little off track.
Why do we always define our group as those who come to consume?
"Cai Gen, let me say it again, we are not here for consumption.
Xiong Haizi is alone outside. He is young and does not understand the dangers of the world.
Our maternal family alliance was worried and sent us to teach her.
And it was only after his grandfather Xiong Chumo repeatedly requested that we came out."
Bullshit.
I heard that there is spiritual energy here, so I came to try hard.
Cai Gen wanted to deal with Taoism matters in a more extreme way.
But thinking about it on the other hand, might it be useful in engineering projects in the future?
After working on the project for so long, have you ever wasted any resources?
It's definitely not because he's stingy and can't get by, it's because he really doesn't have enough resources.
Therefore, no bit of manpower or material resources can be let go. No matter what you do, you must leave a front line, so that vitality will continue to flow.
Cai Gen continued this line of thinking. It is not used for the time being, but it does not mean that it will not be used in the future.
"Oh, that's right, that's just right.
Haizi, fortunately your grandfather is terminally ill.
Hurry up and let these Taoist priests escort you home for one last look.
I'll pay for the travel expenses, and the high-speed rail is very fast.
Azhu, book tickets for them, the nearest train."
Shi Huozhu didn't expect Cai Gen to be so straightforward.
It was completely in a state of not accepting any moves, directly cutting off the roots of the Taoist sect.
I took out my phone and started to fidget, moving very slowly, to see if anything happened.
Xiong Haizi became anxious immediately.
It was because Cai Gen wanted to live or die and he was caught in the middle, so he ran away.
Now that Cai Gen has come out to take charge of the overall situation, why is he still losing money?
"Uncle Cai, I just received news that my grandfather has passed the critical period."
"Ah, isn't it said that he is terminally ill? Has he already died?
Since you can’t see her for the last time, then go home and attend the funeral as soon as possible.”
Cai Gen's thinking has always been tough, and he will not turn around when he decides on something.
Xiong Haizi was deceived by what he heard. He said he was over the critical period, so why did he still die?
"No, Uncle Cai, I mean my grandpa is fine.
A medical miracle happened and my grandfather recovered.
There’s no need for me to go back.”
Cai Gen reached out and scratched his head. He happened to scratch the transparent tape and pulled it off directly.
"Hey, how stubborn is your grandpa?
Even terminal illnesses are invincible. Life is really hard.
It's okay, actually your grandpa isn't that important either.
You go home, go home with your Taoism."
"Why? Why did you drive me away?"
Xiong Haizi didn't know what Cai Gen was doing, so he was a little anxious.
"Haizi, you also know my financial situation.
You Taoist priests do not consume, nor are the employees under my control.
Are you staying here pretending to be your son?
It's enough for me to have one Cai Tuan Tuan.
I don’t need so many sons to divide the family property, and I can’t afford them.”
