I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The next day.

Zhang Cheng was on duty in the incoming goods department with a red face, obviously in a good mood.

Since Zhou Yi came, Zhang Cheng has completely let himself go and fished every day.

The only person in the upper three realms of the Mononobe family, Mr. Chen, had to support him. He cared about his health a few times, but he did nothing every day and still received the highest salary.

There are two types of people who are the best in the workplace, one is the one with great connections and the other is the irreplaceable one.

Many times, the former has to give way to the latter.

Zhou Yi took out a small wine jar and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, try the ten-year-old pear blossom white, a specialty of Pingzhen."

Zhang Cheng sniffed the aroma of the wine and said with satisfaction: "You flatter me so early in the morning, what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Yi asked: "Brother Zhang, I am more interested in Taoist scriptures recently. You are well-informed. How many books can you recommend?"

There are so many Taoist scriptures on the market that it is difficult to tell whether they are genuine or not. In order to make money, many bookstores ask Taoist priests to write something blindly, and then stamp it as the work of a real person. Daqian does not have the copyright anyway.

Instead of distinguishing the true from the false one by one, Zhouyi would rather ask Zhang Cheng directly.

"The Taoist scriptures are in the house. I'll look for them somewhere."

Zhang Cheng rummaged through the mountain of books and found a few blue-sealed albums.

"The Sayings of Master Qingjing", "The Master of Feiyun Mountain Analyzes Doubts and Mysteries", "Annotations of Mr. Cui", "The Sayings of Master Fubo of the East China Sea"...

"These are my handwritten manuscripts. Write down the names. There should be printed copies on the market."

Zhang Cheng praised: "You killed too many people in prison before. Now you can read more works of sages, control your anger and stop killing, and cultivate your mind and nature. You will naturally prolong your life."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang, for your guidance and taking me to copy today's directory, and then I started copying by hand."

"You can teach me! You can't read a book without copying it. Copying it once is better than reading it ten times!"

Zhang Cheng opened the wine jar, raised his head and took a quick sip. The rich aroma of the wine floated to the department next door.

Pear blossom white is clear in color, sweet in taste, and tastes elegant and soft. During the brewing process, pear blossom petals are refined using a special technique, giving it a pear blossom aroma.

According to the standards of previous lives, the whiteness of pear flowers exceeds 60, which is close to the level of strong alcohol.

Da Qian had already had the technology to distill liquor, and other technologies such as salt glass, gunpowder cement, etc. had similar or even better technologies, which directly ended Zhou Yi's dream of becoming a rich man.

Zhou Yi was deeply impressed by Zhang Cheng's guidance.

"Copying books is so effective. You have plenty of time anyway, so why not copy it over and over again?"

"First, I can clearly understand the principles in the sages' books, and second, I can sell the copied books. After copying Zhang Cheng's calligraphy for so long, I have already gained 80% to 90% of its meaning."

I have lived in Kyoto for more than half a year, and I have seen many calligraphy sellers on the streets. Compared with Zhang Cheng's calligraphy, it is one of the best.

Zhang Cheng may not have the talent of calligraphers, but he has lived long enough and written enough calligraphy that he has a faintly unique style.

If you devote yourself to the development of calligraphy, you may be able to create "Zhang style".

"I'm going to work copying books, slowly comprehending the underworld, and I can even make money by selling them..."

Kill three birds with one stone!

…

Tongfu Inn.

Zhou Yi stood upright in front of the case, his wrists hanging in the air, and he was copying "The Sayings of Master Fubo of the East China Sea" word for word.

During the day, I have finished reciting twelve Taoist scriptures. The first volume of this book, "Encouraging Taoism", explains what the Yinshen is at the beginning.

The essence is exhausted by lust, the energy is exhausted by anger...

The essence is gone and the divine light is scattered...

One god transforms all gods, one qi transforms all qi, one generates ten thousand, and one absorbs ten thousand and returns them to one...

The yin god. The soul consciousness is clear and spiritual, gathering and dispersing by the heart, like a dream or a shadow, it is similar to a ghost...

The content in the Quotations of the Immortal is not a complete system. It is composed of various quotations, expressions, poems, the daily words and deeds of the Immortal Fubo, and famous aphorisms similar to Buddhist verses. It is similar to notes and slightly messy.

Every time Zhou Yi copied it, he gained a new understanding of its core gist.

There are books on the market that annotate Fubo's quotations, which are similar to the thoughts of future generations. Zhouyi selected a few books to read and benefited a lot.

Zhou Yi practices the Huangting Taoist Scriptures and can barely be regarded as a Taoist monk, but his basic knowledge is far behind that of orthodox Taoist monks.

Regardless of their level of cultivation, these Taoist priests who annotated and printed the sayings of Master Fubo were at least confident in the meaning of the scriptures.

Unfortunately, most of them contain their own private goods and are suspected of exalting and belittling, exalting the status of their own faction, belittling competitors, and trying to deceive readers into becoming followers of their own Taoism.

"Real Taoists don't really have no desires or desires!"

Zhou Yi absorbed the essence and copied Fubo's quotations, gaining many new insights.

suddenly.

A strong wind blew open the window, and a few pages of Taoist scriptures that had just been copied were stained with ink.

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, turned to the window, and saw a dozen police officers searching nearby shops on the street outside.

Close the window and continue copying.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

Then came the voice of the shopkeeper: "Mr. Zhou, are you asleep? Check the six doors."

Squeak!

Zhou Yi opened the door and noticed five detectives following behind the shopkeeper.

The leader was wearing the standard Tsing Yi, and the other four were wearing Xuan Yi. The moment they opened the door, they immediately scanned all corners of the room.

The Six Gates of Kyoto police officers from different local counties as part-time government officials. They are violent law enforcement departments that have reached the official level. The general manager is a second-rank official in the imperial court.

The shopkeeper said apologetically: "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Zhou. This is Capt. Li from the Six Doors. A thief has escaped from the prison and must be searched strictly."

"Well, let's go in and check."

Zhou Yi stepped aside and murmured secretly in his heart, the six gates actually accepted female agents, Da Gan was much more open than expected.

The female head catcher surnamed Li walked into the house to observe, while four of her subordinates searched through boxes and cabinets.

"Hey, hey, sir, be careful. This is a vase from the Yongchang period. How could a thief hide in it..."

The shopkeeper carefully placed the large vase. If Zhou Yi remembered correctly, it should be a second-hand product collected from the Western Market last week.

Zhou Yi stood in front of his desk and glanced at the beam above his head.

Li Captou, who was always observing everyone's expressions, jumped up and landed on the beam with a look of surprise on his face.

"There are footprints in the dust, there was someone here just now!"

At this time.

Another person pushed the door open and came in. It was a middle-aged man wearing waiter's clothes. His eyes were sleepy, as if he had just woken up.

"Shopkeeper, what are you doing here in the middle of the night? I've already slept well."

"A thief is here, but you can sleep peacefully without fear of being stolen!"

The shopkeeper scolded and introduced: "The new waiter in the store is from Yuzhou. He is not very good at speaking Mandarin."

The middle-aged man was startled, with a face full of fear: "I'll come here, I'll find something good for you!"

Li Captou glanced at the middle-aged man and continued to observe the marks on the beams, trying to determine the direction of escape.

Zhou Yi looked at the middle-aged man meaningfully. The skin on his face was the same as real. If you look carefully, there were pores and unshaven stubble.

The exposed hands of middle-aged people have broad palms, swollen joints, rough and dark colors, and are covered with calluses. At first glance, they are caused by long hours of hard work.

Unfortunately, no matter how realistic the disguise is, it is useless in front of the spiritual eye technique.

A flash of light flashed through Zhou Yi's eyes, and he easily saw through the appearance. The middle-aged Yuzhou accent was caused by Bai Yutang's disguise.

"Exquisite Qinggong and lifelike disguise skills, no wonder he can escape from the prison."

"You were able to escape today, but you destroyed the book I worked so hard to copy. I must give you a marriage to let you appreciate the dangers of the world!"

Zhou Yi used the Zhanwang Qi Technique and saw the happy star shining above Bai Yutang's head and the red luan star moving above Li Bao's head.

An intermittent red thread connects the two people.