School belle, be more reserved, I can’t pretend anymore.

In the early morning, Qin Changshou and the little Taoist priest were cleaning the temple, which made the whole temple look cleaner and even more empty.

"No, you still have to hang a plaque!"

Qin Changshou lowered his head and said, and summoned a wooden board, which he chopped into a rectangular plaque in a few clicks.

Then, he picked up the brush and used his many years of artistic skills to swipe out a few big characters - Qingyu Pavilion!

The little Taoist priest stood nearby, first shocking Qin Changshou's movements, and then his handwriting, which can be described as profound.

"How about it?"

Qin Changshou also had a smile on his face, enjoying the look of admiration shown by the little Taoist priest.

"That's great, but..."

The little Taoist priest looked stunned and bit his lip mid-sentence, not daring to continue.

"It doesn't matter. If you have any questions, just ask. After all, I haven't written with a brush for many years!"

Qin Changshou put down the brush in his hand, seeming to recall something.

"Brother Changshou, you seem to have made a typo!"

The little Taoist priest said timidly, and occasionally glanced at Qin Changshou.

"How is that possible? There's nothing wrong with these words!"

Qin Changshou also took a few glances and thought that there was nothing wrong with the three characters "Qingyu Pavilion". Both the strokes and the glyphs were very good, and it didn't look like a typo.

"Brother Changshou, these words are fine, but we are a Taoist temple, so we should write [Qingyu Temple]. That's what it said on the gold-plated plaque before!"

After the little Taoist priest finished speaking, he took out a smartphone and showed him the photos on it.

"Okay, how about I write a new one!"

Qin Changshou smiled awkwardly. He just moved too quickly and wrote Qingyu Temple as [Qingyu Pavilion]. He actually felt a little sorry for this little Taoist priest.

Just when Qin Changshou was about to throw the plaque to the ground, the little Taoist priest took it away first and said, "Brother Changshou, your calligraphy is so beautiful, can you give this to me?"

"Haha, of course!"

Being manipulated like this by the little Taoist priest, Qin Changshou's awkward mood just now was swept away, and he was ready to write hard again.

But as soon as he picked up the pen, he heard some noisy footsteps.

Qin Changshou frowned and turned to look in the direction of the door.

Look at the time, it's not even eight o'clock in the morning, yet someone has come over to ask for a peace charm?

Normally, the opening hours here are 11am, so it's unlikely to be a customer.

Qin Changshou thought, then looked at the location of the alchemy room, and his expression became solemn.

Not long after, a group of people arrived at the gate.

Qin Changshou could see clearly that there were 10 people in this group, including a burly bald man standing in front, followed by nine disheveled young people.

The young men held sticks and other weapons in their hands, but because they all looked sleepy, they didn't look very imposing.

When the bald man turned around and was about to take the younger brothers into the temple, the little Taoist priest looked panicked and immediately grabbed Qin Changshou's arm.

"Brother Changshou, it's them!"

The little Taoist priest said in a panic, his whole body trembling.

"who are they?"

Qin Changshou saw that these people were menacing and did not look like good people, but he still needed to know some necessary information.

"They are from the Bachelor Gang!"

"They are vicious and don't know how to show mercy at all!"

"Their slogan is also very weird, saying they want to inspire them to become the last old bachelor on earth!"

The little Taoist priest explained in a panic, hiding behind Qin Changshou, not even daring to show half of his head...