"Who are you, who dare to break into Dali Temple without permission!!"
A slightly slovenly old man wearing a shabby black uniform with stubble all over his chin walked out of the main hall.
"Bold! This is the newly appointed Prime Minister of Dali Temple. Why don't you, a small official, come over to pay your respects!" When the clerk of the Ministry of Civil Affairs saw someone assisting him, he immediately stepped forward and seized the opportunity to please the superior.
"Cheng of Dali Temple?" The old scribe, who was still energetic at first, slowly lost his energy.
"Oh, another one who was demoted to Dali Temple." The old scribe seemed to have lost interest, turned around and walked towards the lobby with his hands behind his back.
"you!!!"
The two clerks from the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Revenue were about to scold them again when Yang Qingyuan raised his hand to stop them.
"You two, since I have arrived at Dali Temple, I won't bother you two anymore."
Yang Qingyuan took out two ingots of silver from his sleeve, "This little bit of silver is considered a happy gift for me when I take office."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" The two scribes thanked each other continuously.
There are not many new officials who give scribes gifts of money when they take office, but usually they are worth dozens of large sums of money. While celebrating their promotion, they also show their integrity. People like Yang Qingyuan, who spend money in silver ingots, also
There are really not many.
"Master Yang, you are young and promising, and you will definitely have a bright future."
"Don't worry, Mr. Yang, the officials will prepare the Dali Temple's allocation for this year immediately."
"Then the two of us will take our leave."
The two scribes exchanged words of praise, bowed to Yang Qingyuan, and left.
Yang Qingyuan carefully observed a circle of Dali Temple. This was the highest political and legal institution in the Zhou Dynasty. Although it had fallen into decline, the ancient architecture was not broken.
The Dali Temple was built by the former dynasty. The former Qin Dynasty had the most stringent laws and regulations, and the Dali Temple was also solemn and majestic.
Walking into the main hall of Dali Temple, compared with the shabby exterior, the main hall of Dali Temple looks neat and square, but the plaque above the main hall that reads "Mirror Hangs High" is full of dust.
"My lord, did you offend an old minister and be demoted to Dali Temple?" Lao Xin was wearing a black robe. Although it was shabby, he was still dressed meticulously. He asked casually while sorting out the files on the desk.
Yang Qingyuan slowly took out his official certificate and placed it in front of Lao Xin's case.
Yang Qingyuan, the Prime Minister of Dali Temple? Also a bachelor’s degree student at the Hanlin Academy?! Jia Wenhua Palace Walk!!!!
"The junior official has met Mr. Yang!"
The voice was different from the three-point laziness just now, and seemed bright and powerful.
Although Lao Xin has been a scribe of Dali Temple for more than ten years, as a 23-year-old bachelor in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he still understands the meaning behind walking in Wenhua Palace.
Yang Qingyuan was not demoted, he came to revitalize the long-dormant Dali Temple.
In ancient times, it was called "Zhang Xing" or "Li", and then added it to the big one.
Dali Temple is the place with the strictest laws and the most glorious laws.
He helped Lao Xin, who was bowing, and said, "I didn't come to Dali Temple to get promoted and get rich." As he spoke, he flicked his right hand and used his inner strength to brush away the dust on the plaque hanging high in the mirror.
"I'm here to make this plaque shine again."
I don’t seek power over the world, and I want to be a supreme minister. I just hope that God will behave in a right way and all things will obey the law!
Yang Qingyuan sat down in the main hall and began to understand the general situation of Dali Temple. Although he had known that Dali Temple had been in decline, it was still not in such a state of decline.
"Lao Xin! How many people are left in Dali Temple now?"
"Back to your lord, apart from the petty officials, the only ones left are Black and White Wuchang, Xiao Bai and Xiao Hei from the Anti-Theft Department."
When he heard the names of Xiaobai and Xiaohei, Yang Qingyuan had a bad feeling.
As expected, people from Taoist backgrounds have a pretty accurate sixth sense.
"These are Xiaobai and Xiaohei from Dali Temple!"
Lao Xin solemnly introduced the two Dali Temple colleagues in front of Yang Qingyuan.
"Xiao Bai, Xiao Hei say hello to Mr. Yang!"
"Meow!"
"Woof!"
Sure enough, the remaining two staff members of Dali Temple were not human beings.
Xiaobai is a kitten that is not yet full-term. It is about the size of a palm. It is all white without a trace of color. Its eyes are like amethyst. At first glance, it is extraordinary.
Of course it would be better if she could not lie on Yang Qingyuan's official boots and act coquettishly.
In comparison, Xiao Hei is more serious, but of course, his seriousness is limited.
The ace tracking expert of the Anti-Theft Department is obviously not yet an adult, but he is definitely a little older than Xiaobai. He is chubby, wagging his tail, sticking out his tongue, and looks harmless to humans and animals.
Yang Qingyuan comforted himself that it was good, but what was worse was that he only had a dog at the beginning, and all the equipment depended on fighting. At least he had a cat, a dog and an old man.
And this old man is absolutely extraordinary.
Yang Qingyuan's pupils flashed with brilliance, and he could see everything clearly.
The old scribe in front of him could not see the slightest trace of true energy flowing in his body, and he seemed to have no cultivation at all.
There are only two possibilities. One is that the old scribe has practiced a technique that can conceal his inner breath. The other is that the old scribe's cultivation level is no less than that of Qian Muqian, the chief scholar of Hanlin Academy.
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Yang Qingyuan's intuition told him that the latter was more likely.
After having a general understanding of the current situation of Dali Temple, Yang Qingyuan knew that revitalizing Dali Temple would not be a day's work.
This place where the laws of the Great Zhou Dynasty were the highest and most majestic had been silent for so long that the Dukes of the imperial court even forgot its existence.
"Master Yang! What Dali Temple is most lacking now is manpower."
Lao Xin looked at himself and Yang Qingyuan, and then looked down at Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai who were playing.
There are only four people and dogs (cats) in Dali Temple who can breathe.
"Don't worry, I had a plan before I took office."
Having said that, Yang Qingyuan never expected that Dali Temple would no longer be like this.
But in front of the only three subordinates, you can't show your timidity.
"May I ask if this is Dali Temple?"
While Yang Qingyuan and Lao Xin were talking, a person walked in at the fallen gate of Dali Temple.
He was wearing a light blue cloth robe that had been washed and turned slightly white. Although there were a few patches on it, it was very clean.
Different from this era, where the body, hair and skin are kept long due to the opinions of the parents, the young man in front of me has very short hair and looks neat and tidy.
Pointing at the person who had just walked in, Yang Qingyuan pretended to be indifferent and said, "Do you think this is someone coming!?"
On the face of it, he was confident, but Yang Qingyuan still let out a long sigh of relief in his heart. He came at the right time, so that he would not lose face as a Shangguan.
"This is the government office of Dali Temple. I wonder what happened to my little brother?"
There were only two people in Dali Temple who could talk, so it was natural for Lao Xin to step forward and answer the question.
"I was introduced by someone and came here to look for someone."
"Looking for someone!?"
"I'm here to find the Prime Minister of Dali Temple, Mr. Yang Qingyuan!"
"Looking for an adult?"
Yang Qingyuan stepped forward and asked loudly, "Is this Ye Jianhan at your feet? Ye Shaoxia?!"
"Exactly, you must be Mr. Yang Qingyuan! I came here to join you under the guidance of Brother Lu!"
Although Yang Qingyuan is an official of the imperial court, he has many friends in the martial arts world. Three months ago, he began to ask his friends in the martial arts world to find some warriors with good moral character and strong martial arts skills to prepare for the establishment of the Dali Temple.
And this Ye Jianhan was the person he wanted by name.
For this person, he spent a jar of royal wine, and then asked a friend with four eyebrows to find him.