Chapter 15:

In the Haotian Temple, Su Ge blindly pursues miracles and rarely manages common affairs. Ji Momingzhe does not want to make too many contacts with others. Although Huiyue is named the Elven King, he is a subordinate who depends on the role of giving away. There is no talent for management, so the size of the temple has always been handled by the rising sun priest Chang Hui.
The chaos of heaven and man lasted for a long time in this world. The first to be discovered among the masters of today ’s Wuzhou was Ye Junhou, who was 35 years ago. New occupation. Three years after Ye Junhou established Mozhou, Su Ge suddenly came down on the battlefield and protected the broken Sunburst City with his powerful strength. At that time, the sunlord who led the local people against Ye Junhou was the sunburst priest today. Chang Hui.
It took Changhui and Suge two years to lay down the land of Shenzhou from Ye Junhou and move the former Rising Sun City to build the temple. For the next 30 years, Suge has remained as a mascot. Changhui actually Control the cooperation model of all forces. Even if Ji Mo and Hui Yue later became white priests, the real power of the temple was firmly in Chang Hui's hands.
The shrine can be said to be a mountain that Chang Hui laid down by himself. No one competes with him here. He is also a hero who aims at the minister. Because of this, he suddenly abandoned this foundation and cooperated with his former enemy Ye Junhou. Make Ji Mo completely incomprehensible.
This situation was completely set up, and Aoba was the orphan that Chang Hui picked up by himself. What did he do to a local priest without power? Could it be that Ye Junhou secretly signed a blood contract and could not resist? But with Changhui's ingenuity, it won't disappear without leaving half a reminder ...
From the day the Baita was destroyed, the temple has disappeared, and at the same time, there are elite personnel from all parts of the temple. The completion of such a large-scale evacuation overnight was carefully planned. Ji Mo always felt that this It doesn't seem to be forced to mutiny.
At a time when he was puzzled, he suddenly glanced at the side of Ye Mingjun who was playing with his fingers secretly curling his hair with his fingers, and he couldn't help asking: "What's the clue about Xianjun?"
He was totally in a hurry, and he thought that the fairy had thought for a moment, and then gave him a magical answer, "Maybe he fell in love with the beauties of the enemy country?"
Tell me, as a protagonist in a male band, what kind of romance do you have in your head?
Punching the pen nib on the paper, Ji Mo tried hard to keep a kind smile, "Can Fairy King tell me the reason for this speculation?"
However, Ye Mingjun's sincere eyes responded to him, "This is how it is done in the play."
"Xianjun, next time I will lend you a few books."
Looking at Ye Mingjun who has been poisoned to the deepest pity, Ji Mo firmly believes that this person absolutely needs the spirit of Mao and Ma Yi.
"Compared to discussing these issues, you should read the official documents quickly. They asked how much silver should be allocated for the reconstruction of Jiangyin City. How do I know how much it would cost to build a city? Will the sun priest even do this kind of thing?"
Seeing that they were engaged in daily friendly exchanges, Huiyue, who had been drowning in official documents on the other table, finally couldn't help but made a cry of justice. After that, he glanced at the crumbling emergency documents in the branch hall, His face was pale for a moment, "If you push me all the official duties again, I will betray!"
The news of the destruction of the White Pagoda has spread throughout the entire Shenzhou, and all the branches have kept sending documents to ask for news. In the past, the high priests responsible for handling the documents were all closely related to Chang Hui. How dare Jimo use them to process these confidential letters. In the end, they could only catch the ducks on the shelves. The two white-clothed priests and Ye Mingjun passing by the captured Zhuang Ding.
After reading these documents for a few days in a bureaucratic manner, saying greetings and actually listening to information, Ji Mo also had a headache. He would rather read the rotten-tailed "Junlin Dahuang" ten times, and he didn't want to deal with official duties anymore. In other ways, only pretend to be indifferent: "Which time you won't be destroyed by a few cities with Mozhou, now it's just a ten-year-old peace, just ask them to deal with the same as in the past."
Unexpectedly, there was such a return method. Huiyue's eyes were rounded. Looking at Ji Mo's approved documents, most of them were "handle as usual", "random", "pray, God will bless you." And so on A simple answer, letting him think that his head was about to explode, he was amazed instantly, "Is it really okay for you to be so casual?"
Then he received a kind smile from the morning star priest, "What gives you the illusion that I will deal with these things?"
Is it really okay for the shrine to rely on both of them?
Sadly, this problem appeared in his mind. Huiyue didn't want to give up the struggle, and glanced at the document before Ye Mingjun's case. Although the Immortals constantly harassed Jimo, the picture scrolls he carried were written with tassels and he dutifully approved the official documents for him. In terms of space and handwriting, they were far more reliable than the two white priests. Huiyue still has a question, "Well, this guest secretary, why can't I understand what is written above?"
Hearing this question from the immortal, he glanced at the document, and then explained amicably: "Oh, Shanheshe Jiji is a magic weapon of ancient times.
How old is this old antique? Also, why do you take a painting to work for yourself so naturally, won't your conscience hurt with this system!
One sentence made Ji Mo once again insert the quill pen into the heavy paper, he tried to take a deep breath, and then he gritted his teeth and asked: "Don't you say that the modern love system is transplanted into it?"
"But the system will only use the input method."
What you said makes sense, I am speechless.
Accepting the reality with no expression, Ji Mo continued his casual flow of business law, "Tell the branch hall that this is the symbol of God, and tell them to understand the spirit by themselves."
Although Ji Mo's tone of speech was very calm, this did not affect Huiyue deeply felt the unreliability of her colleagues, with a sad expression of "the temple is about to finish" on her face, so she looked at you sitting in front of the window A spiritual leader of a temple making tea, "High priest, what should we do?"
For everyone in the temple, during the non-war period, the high priest was the mascot to watch the stars on the white pagoda. His existence itself is the guarantee of the temple ’s stability, so even if he is busy, no one has asked him to deal with common things. idea. Of course, Ji Mo also remained silent because he understood very clearly that Su Ge ’s political level is definitely not as good as that of Ye Mingjun.
Sure enough, in the face of Huiyue's problem, the high priest took a sip of tea, and then replied: "Let the people who can do things come."
"The high priest, the man in the temple who is good at government affairs is basically cultivated by Chang Hui, and now he has been taken away by seven or eight."
For his leisurely suggestion, Ji Mo only rationally put forward the facts. However, Su Ge quickly gave him a more terrifying answer, "Shenzhou does not, there are many other continents, so let's merge with Mozhou. "
Anyway, we wo n’t manage or want to work, so let the unsuspecting people take over. Yes, this wave of logic gives him full marks.
Silently looking at Huiyue, who was scared by this amazing proposal and almost fell off his chair, Ji Mo's heart was not surprised. He knew Suge's design very well. He knew that the high priest only wanted to see the war and stayed in the temple, himself There is no half interest in taking power.
Su Ge ’s only goal is to find the gods all over the world. This is the case in the novel. He travels westward and does not know how many countries he has passed. The positions he has abandoned are countless from the prime minister to the king. If it were not for Chang Hui who had been using kindness to set him up all these years, I was afraid that their high priest would have turned into a dove and flew away. Now that Chang Hui is gone, the high priest who was uniformly referred to as Su Ge by the readers did not immediately flutter his wings in a hurry!
Although he understood, Ji Mo did not want to stop it. The person who let him see the world again is that Su Ge is not a temple. If Su Ge decides to get rid of the shackles of the temple, then he will help this person to embark on the journey again. This is the only reward he can make.
However, why did the chosen target be the Mozhou which has been hostile to them for many years? As far as the current world is concerned, Xianzhou and Fozhou are obviously more suitable for the concept of Shenzhou.
Frowning in confusion, Ji Mo looked at the high priest in front of the window. Su Ge is now more than a hundred years old, but his face stays the same as the young man who met the miracle for the first time. Although his face is not outstanding, the vicissitudes of temperament from the years can make people recognize him at a glance.
Su Ge's attitude is too calm, whether it is Changhui's mutiny or the destruction of Baita seems to be within his expectations, just like knowing that these things will happen.
The few mists from the tea and hot hot water drifted past the man's eyebrows. For a moment, Ji Mo seemed to have a sense of enlightenment, and suddenly asked, "High priest, do you know the reason for Chang Hui's betrayal? "
The author has something to say: Su Ge: I'm going to take a trip that says go!
Ye Mingjun: 666, I'm also going to have a love talk.
Ji Mo: Ha ha, I want to put you in a pot and stew it. How about the name of the dish called Pearl Pigeon?
Huiyue (scared): Maybe I am the only one in this group.jpg