I stack buffs in a weird world!

Qingming raised his eyelids and glanced at Greed.

"How can you refuse what the abbot has decided?"

Obviously, Greed's behavior angered Qingming a little.

"Now continue to announce that Greed is no longer suitable for the position in the temple because of his serious injuries. His position as the temple supervisor will be replaced by Zharen!

As for Greed, just rest and recover."

After saying that, Qingming left with a wave of his sleeves.

Greed did not expect that Qingming would take away his position because of his impulsiveness.

Without the resources brought by the position, he would have no hope of advancing to the Rotten Bone Palm, and it would be impossible for him to participate in the "Heavenly Gate".

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Zharen, please let me know if you have anything in the future."

"I have long seen that Senior Brother Zharen is extraordinary!"

"Senior Brother Zharen, there is nothing to give. This is the Qingming insect that has been condensed recently, please don't dislike it."

"I also have this..."

The monks who used to watch from the sidelines now surrounded Zhang Yang one by one, constantly complimenting him, looking flattering.

Although this scene is ironic, it is understandable.

People! Seeking benefits and avoiding harm, and doing good deeds, no matter where they are.

Zhang Yang accepts all these good intentions. He doesn't refuse free things. If he doesn't need them, he can give them to Yunfei.

After all, Yunfei's help is needed to unlock the real Qingming Hand.

It is impossible to have a "good man" like the eldest brother every time, right?

Zhang Yang looked at Greed meaningfully, and Greed looked at him viciously.

Now is not the time to kill him. After all, he is another head of the old bald donkey Qingming. He really has to kill him.

It is estimated that the old monk Qingming will not let him go.

After the morning class, after the vegetarian meal, the other monks each performed their duties.

Under Zhang Yang's care, Yunfei naturally did not have to cut wood anymore, but followed him as a handyman.

"Yunfei, tell me. What does Greed care about?"

Since Zhang Yang entered the temple, he has been a woodcutter monk, and he doesn't understand the others very well.

Now that he is the "boss", he can't be ignorant of everything, right?

After all, he still needs to calculate how much benefit his subordinates can get.

"Brother Zharen, there are about 150 people in the entire Qingyang Temple, one-third of which are woodcutting monks, one-third are menial monks, doing things like sweeping the floor and cooking, and about 40 people are helping Abbot Qingming and his direct disciples to make pills.

The only ones who can make money are the woodcutting monks, and the alchemy monks often have some pills leaked by Abbot Qingming."

Yun Fei thought about it and said like a dog.

"Making pills?"

Zhang Yang whispered.

Yun Fei whispered to Zhang Yang, "Brother Zharen, the number of alchemy monks is often reduced, and everyone in the temple knows that the alchemy monks are the most dangerous."

Zhang Yang nodded. Now it seems that the menial monks are the ones who live the longest.

"Well, you can use these Qingming insects to strengthen your Qingming Hand."

Zhang Yang gave Yun Fei the Qingming insects offered by the woodcutter monk, which moved Yun Fei very much.

"Brother Zharen, don't worry, I will definitely strip them of their underwear."

Yun Fei, who put away the Qingming insects, patted his chest and said righteously, as if he had completely entered the role of a lackey.

"Okay, you go down. These chores will be handed over to you in the future!"

Zhang Yang waved his hand and then sighed.

The dragon slayer finally became a dragon, this feeling...

It's really great!

He looked forward to more dragon slayers to harvest his dragon, not for show, but for the explosion of BUFF!

Yun Fei smiled flatteringly and left the door. The first thing he did was to make room for a single Zen room for Brother Zharen.

You can't let the abbot live in a two-person Zen room, right?

The following days were very peaceful. With Yun Fei's help, the temple's affairs did not bother Zhang Yang.

It also allowed him to carefully sort out his gains in the past period of time.

Almost every night, he would try to go to Yinfeng Cave, but unfortunately, he gained nothing.

Two months passed in a flash.

Yun Fei hurried to Zhang Yang's Zen room and knocked on the door.

"Brother!"

"Yun Fei, come in!"

Yun Fei had lived a comfortable life in Qingyang Temple because of Zhang Yang in the past two months. Everyone knew that he was the salt substitute of the temple supervisor.

They were also very respectful to him. These two months were the time when he was most proud.

"Brother."

Yun Fei walked respectfully to Zhang Yang, and he found that Brother Zharen in front of him was becoming more and more unfathomable.

"The new Qingyang Temple disciples recruitment is about to begin. In previous years, greed was responsible. You see..."

Zhang Yang opened his eyes, "Well... tell me about the process."

"Actually, it's like this. Most of our Qingyang Temple disciples are..."

After listening to Yun Fei's narration, he frowned.It is better to say that Qingyang Temple recruits disciples than to buy them.

Every year, Qingyang Temple takes out some money to buy some children from poor families at the foot of the mountain.

Some families who cannot afford to eat "send" their children to Qingyang Temple.

They think that at least in this way, their children can have a stable life in the future, and they can also get some money to support their livelihood.

As for the fact that a large number of children disappear in Qingyang Temple every year, the poor families are not unaware of it, but just pretend not to know.

"Yunfei, you... are the same?"

Zhang Yang sighed. It is really not easy for ordinary people to survive in this world.

Yunfei stammered and said nothing.

His parents sold him to Qingyang Temple because they were hungry. They were not unaware of the danger here, but... they had no choice.

In fact, he did not hate his parents. If they sold him, at least his sister could survive.

Seeing that Yunfei did not speak, Zhang Yang did not continue to ask.

"Forget it, tell me when you go to the town at the foot of the mountain, and we will take people with you. By the way, you can also visit your family."

Money and other things are useless to practitioners like them, but for ordinary people, they are necessities for survival.

Yun Fei nodded happily. His parents didn't care, but he hadn't seen his sister for a few years and didn't know how his sister was doing.

A few days later.

"Brother, everyone is here!"

Zhang Yang stood in front of the mountain gate. Unlike the big bald heads of others, he casually tied a bun.

Qingming didn't ask him to shave his head, and he couldn't shave his head automatically. After all, a big bald head would be too conspicuous when he went out in the future.

"Well, let's go!"

After saying that, he took Yun Fei and several woodcutter monks down the mountain.

The foot of Qingyang Mountain is always surrounded by miasma, and ordinary people dare not approach it at all, so they have to go to the town at the foot of the mountain to pick people up in person.

The few people walked very fast and arrived at the town at the foot of the mountain in a short time.

As soon as I arrived at the city gate, I saw a lantern hanging on the city wall.

Three big characters "Jingyang Town" were engraved above the small city gate.

As soon as I entered the city, I heard the bustling hawking and the smell of fireworks, making Zhang Yang feel as if he was in the bustling city in his previous life.