"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 tribute!" 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 do this with silver ingots also have a lot of money. 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 retire."
The two scribes exchanged words of praise, bowed to Yang Qingyuan, and left.
Yang Qingyuan carefully observed the circle of Dali Temple, which was once the highest political and legal institution in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Although it has fallen into decline, the ancient architecture is not broken.
Dali Temple was built by the former dynasty. The former Qin Dynasty had the most stringent laws and regulations, and 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.
"Young master, you have offended an old minister and been demoted to Dali Temple!" Lao Xin was dressed in 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 of Science in the Hanlin Academy? ! Gavin Hua Dian walks! ! ! !
"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 said that palm punishment was the principle, and it was further increased.
Dali Temple is the place with the strictest laws and the most glorious laws.
He lifted up Lao Xin who was bowing his head and said, "I didn't come to Dali Temple to get promoted and get rich." As he said this, 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?"
"Sir, besides 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 sects have a very 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 obvious that it is not ordinary.
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 he is limited in his seriousness.
The ace tracking expert of the Anti-Theft Department was obviously not yet an adult, but he was definitely a little older than Xiao Bai. He was chubby, wagging his tail, sticking out his tongue, and looked harmless to humans and animals.
Yang Qingyuan comforted himself that it was not bad, but what was even worse was that he only had one dog at the beginning, and all his equipment depended on fighting. After all, I have 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 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 hide his inner breath. The other is that the old scribe's cultivation level is not inferior to that of Qian Muqian, the chief scholar of Hanlin Academy. .
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 achieved in a day.
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 Wei San's subordinates, he couldn't show his 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 their parents. The young man in front of him has very short hair and looks neat and tidy.
Pointing at the person who 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 breathed a 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 left 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? Young Master Ye?!"
"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 world. Three months ago, he began to ask his friends in the world to find some warriors with good character and strong martial arts 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 before asking a friend with four eyebrows to find him.
