After rebirth, I became a national teacher

Seeing the temple master coming, all the female Taoists stood up and saluted.

"Guanzhu!"

"Guanzhu!"

Chen Qingzhu raised his hand to stop everyone from bowing:

"Okay, everyone just sit down and eat."

And said:

"I heard from Hui'an about everyone's performance just now!"

"Although there are only six of us, the other party is under the name of the Marquis' Mansion, and everyone has not let down the prestige of our Cihang Temple. We deserve a reward!"

"Today we will still pay out the rewards according to the old rules. The executioner will be given an extra 200 coins."

Strike while the iron is hot.

In Chen Qingzhu's opinion, the Kun Dao people were not afraid of the power of Jingnan Marquis Mansion and rushed forward to beat up the servants of Jingnan Marquis Mansion. They needed to be praised in time.

In this way, they will be impressed and have greater motivation to charge forward without hesitation next time.

This is the same reason why generals who are good at leading troops will reward their soldiers immediately after a victory.

With three devout pilgrims offering offerings, and the looting of Ci'an's small treasury, she was not short of money at all. Giving each person a little more than one tael would not exceed forty taels in total, which was not a big deal at all.

Everyone cheered immediately:

"The patron is wise!"

"Thank you so much, Master!"

Chen Qingzhu smiled and nodded, then gestured to Huijing beside him.

Huijing immediately distributed the reward money to everyone.

So, according to the old rule of one tael for participating in the battle and five taels for each head, the people who had just gone out each received a reward of 1,120 wen, and they were all very happy.

Although not as many as last time, it is far less dangerous this time.

It's just a one-sided beating.

This money is really easy to earn.

The name of Jingnan Marquis Mansion is too valuable.

If they come again next time, they must beat them even harder to be worthy of the reward from the temple master!

After handing out the rewards, Chen Qingzhu glanced at the many Kun Daoists:

“Who is Huiming?”

Although she took over Cihang Temple, she was busy with cultivation and did not know all the Kun Dao.

"Master, I am Huiming!"

A Taoist girl wearing a Taoist robe and with a childish face stood up.

She was only half a head shorter than Chen Qingzhu, with wheat-colored skin and hair that was barely long enough to tie into a small bun. She had a square face, small eyes, and a very ordinary appearance.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Chen Qingzhu was sparkling.

Chen Qingzhu walked up to her.

"How old are you this year and what is your origin?"

Being questioned by the abbot alone, Huiming became a little agitated and told his entire life story in a flash:

"Master, I am fifteen years old this year. When I was eight years old, my family owed taxes, so I borrowed one ounce of silver from a rich man to pay the taxes. Later, when the interest was compounded and I could not pay it back, he sold me and my sister to a trafficker to pay off the debt."

As she spoke, she scratched her head:

"But I was not good-looking and was young at the time, so I didn't make much money. Then I was bought by the nun Ci'an to do hard labor."

Chen Qingzhu had heard Hui'an talk about a girl named Huiming before.

She always performs best in her daily training. During rest time, she would practice extra hard the fighting techniques taught by Hui'an. Perhaps she has some talent for martial arts, because she was able to catch a thug on her own last time.

This child obviously had a miserable life, but when she said this, there was no self-pity in her tone.

Even if no one is nice to her, she will grow up as tenaciously as a weed. Once she gets any nutrients, she will struggle to emerge and get more sunshine and rain for herself.

This reminded Chen Qingzhu of his past self.

His eyes softened a little.

"Does the wound on your face still hurt?"

Huiming shook her head. She was very happy to receive the care from her admirer. She smiled so hard that dimples appeared on her cheeks.

"Master, it doesn't hurt. This is nothing. Huiyuan and the others beat me much harder than this before."

Chen Qingzhu sighed inwardly, then reached out his hand and touched her still childish face, circulating his spiritual energy. In just a moment, the redness, swelling and fingerprints on her face disappeared.