Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 64 The Printing Press

"Damn, may God forgive you, you madman!"

Angrily, the steward threw the teacup at the spies, swept his subordinates around with a vicious look, and said sharply, "What about you? Take out everything!"

Seven or eight men of different races with turbans and blue eyes and bushy beards looked at each other helplessly, and took out the longevity tokens they just asked for from various places on their bodies, and put them on the table with a clang, piled up into a hill.

The steward sneered again and again, and put the pile of 'dharma artifacts' that had been hyped for sky-high prices into his leather pocket, and said mercilessly: "I will use holy water to eliminate this false god's artifact immediately. As for you, all Copy the scriptures fifty times for me, and ask God to forgive your sins!"

After speaking, he hurried out of the tent with his leather bag in his hand and walked outside.

The spies and caravan dealers were silent for a while, and someone said in a low voice: "Do you believe that Baitash will destroy those precious magic weapons?"

"Humph!"

The other person snorted coldly: "It's no wonder he would do this! Each of these artifacts blessed by real immortals is worth tens of pennies. His greedy nature must be to find someone to sell them for money."

Everyone was angry and stared at the door of the tent angrily, but they didn't dare to resist the oppression of Lord Bayi, so they could only pray devoutly in their hearts:
"Respected Heavenly Father, Immortal Venerable, please send the fire of heaven to burn the greedy Baitashi to death. He not only insulted the gods, but also killed people, so that he will die badly."

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At the gate of the Changshengjiao Palace, thousands of people, regardless of the scorching weather, waited in front of the Cifa Hall with their families and household stickers in their hands.

"Come out, come out!"

Following the removal of the semicircular wooden boards above the two offices, four disciples from Lvliang appeared in the Dharma Hall with yawns.

The four of them looked listlessly at the believers who could not be seen outside at a glance, their hearts couldn't help trembling suddenly, and two lines of hot tears could hardly be restrained to flow down their faces.

Numb!This time it really broke the defense!
Unfortunately, the four of them are the envoys hand-picked by Daozi, and their task is to register household stickers for no less than hundreds of thousands of believers in the entire Bianliang City.

In this age where everything is done by hand, they worked tirelessly for ten days without sleep for the enthusiastic believers!

Later, the soreness of writing in the arms was unbearable, and everyone was wailing. When I checked the booklet, it was very good, and I had successfully absorbed [-] new believers into the church!

It was a torturous ordeal.

Ever since Daozi showed his face in the ceremony that day, he only said a lightly retreat, and he was never seen again.

This also means that there will be no new granting envoys to join.

It is almost an impossible task to rely on the four of them to complete the entry work for the entire Bianliang people.

At this moment, they miss Headmaster Daozi more than anyone else!
Lu Liang twitched as he looked at the scene where his four disciples gritted their teeth and registered the records for the people, and sighed softly: "It's all about experience..."

Then he turned around and left. Today he is still busy talking to the noble women and daughters of the Xiang family for the princes and princes. Please give me the dharma.

It seemed that the wish that had been muttering in their hearts for ten days had come true. After the four of them worked hard for half a day to fill in the information for more than [-] new believers, they finally saw the lady who had disappeared for a few days leading a whole group of believers. Hundreds of newly promoted disciples arrived at the Dharma-giving hall.

"His Royal Highness Daozi has ordered that there are too many believers who want to join the religion, and the four of you are overwhelmed. We specially dispatched a hundred disciples to assist you in the work of 'envoys'."

Solanum nigrum smiled and said authentically, and threw the decree to the stunned Luliang disciple, saying: "I have given you the token of the disciple, you have to be responsible for teaching these newcomers well, otherwise His Royal Highness Daozi will be angry!"

The chief disciple of Lv Liang bowed respectfully holding the token, and said with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, Miss Chuanzhi! Zhixin will definitely live up to the trust!"

After finishing his speech, he waited until the nightshade was far away before he wiped off his sweat, and began to teach his disciples how to examine the qualifications of a believer, how to fill out the list of blessings in triplicate, and where to go Receive new Daoist books and distribute them to believers and other detailed work.

The 100 people watched and got familiar with it for an hour before they could start working.

Since the Cifa Hall could not accommodate so many people to work at the same time, another 50 people were assigned to carry the tables and chairs, and they lined up in dozens of teams in the open space outside the hall to register for everyone.

In this way, the crowded team was diverted, and it was considered to be moving slowly.

Many people who were unable to formally join the sect after waiting for more than ten days finally received the Taoist book that exudes the fragrance of ink, which symbolizes the identity of the believers of the Immortal Cult, and immediately held it tightly in their hands with great excitement and began to study it.

"I don't have enough Daoist books here, please send someone to the logistics office to get a batch."

A young Taoist unskillfully took out the last Daoist book from the wooden cabinet beside him, and put the half-penetration money handed over by the new believers into the cash drawer. After locking the cash drawer, he desperately asked another person for help.

"Ah, I'm almost done distributing these, does anyone else need to add books?"

"I!"

"I need it here!"

"Please hurry up, I only have two left."

Immediately, many new disciples who were busy in the square raised their hands and shouted.

The people of Bianliang who lined up were also in an uproar, nervously looking at the line that could not see the edge.

Many people have been queuing for several days, finally saw that there is hope that they can officially join the teaching today, they are afraid that they can only fight like last time because the Taoist priests are too busy or there are not enough Taoist books that day. go home.

Seeing this, Taoist Zhixin dispatched ten people to go with him to the logistics office to carry the new Taoist scriptures.

A group of people entered the temple, crossed the crowded square, and struggled to find a way among the believers waiting in line to offer incense and worship, until they entered the inner courtyard, which was considered an easier walk.

The inner courtyard of the palace seems to be artificially isolated from the outer hall. As soon as one crosses the threshold, the noise of crowds in the ear quickly fades away, and fresh grass and trees can be breathed in the mouth and nose again. The sound of running water, even the impetuous mood could not help but calm down a little.

It was not the first time for everyone to experience the magic of the inner and outer temples, but they still couldn't help sighing a little, that the Taoist master is really a living immortal, who can open up such a mysterious cave and paradise in the mortal world.

Zhang Yuqing explained the effect of the formation as a blessed place, which made the people of the Northern Song Dynasty quickly understand why they would feel refreshed and happy when they entered the inner courtyard.

Going further in, at the back of the inner hall, where the mountains and rivers flow, the huge hydraulic printing machine is framed at the place where the water is turbulent.

The waterwheel rotates day and night, turning the potential energy into kinetic energy, driving the printing machine to run repeatedly mechanically, and only one person needs to keep adding ink to produce brand-new Daoist scriptures endlessly.

Instructor Daozi, who hadn't shown up for ten days, stood in front of the hydraulic printing machine, looking at the rough prototype.

(End of this chapter)