Deacon Zhao stared at Chen Jianghe for three full breaths, with an incredible light pouring out of his eyes that were slightly cloudy from working at his desk all the time.
He opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed it back.
In the end, he just took a deep breath and suppressed the fear.
"Disciple Gang Jin----" he repeated in a low voice, then smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Junior brother Chen, this is the first time I have seen you enter the country after working in the Mission Hall for so many years.
Chen Jianghe's expression did not change, she just looked at him quietly.
"Deacon tasks are divided into three categories." He raised his head, looked at Chen Jianghe, and said in a more solemn tone, "Junior brother Chen is qualified to take it since he has entered Gang Jin. I will explain it to you first, and it will not be too late for you to make your choice."
Chen Jianghe nodded. "Thank you Deacon Zhao."
Deacon Zhao cleared his throat and introduced, "The first category is the sect patrol deacon. They are mainly responsible for patrolling and guarding important places such as Shanmen, Armory, Scripture Repository Peak."
He paused and looked up at Chen Jianghe: "This job is dangerous, but it's extremely low. After all, the sect's important place is guarded by elders, so Xiaoxiao doesn't dare to trespass. It's just that it's quite energy-consuming."
He sighed, with a hint of helplessness in his tone. "A tour of the mountain basically takes half a day. You have to look in all directions, check whether the restrictions are intact, and interrogate the disciples who come and go at night to see if there are any abnormalities - it is boring, tedious, and tiring. The safety of the sect is the top priority, and there is no room for sloppiness. Therefore, although this job is not very dangerous, it is the most energy-consuming. And because the risk is extremely low, the reward is also the lowest."
Chen Jianghe listened silently, already thinking about it.
A demanding job is not suitable for him.
What he needs is a task that can free up time for cultivation, rather than chores that distract him from running around all day long.
Deacon Zhao continued, "The second category is the deacons in the fifth courtyard. Mission Hall does not publish this type of errand."
He looked at Chen Jianghe, with some deep meaning in his eyes. "Pill Room, Skill Transmission Pavilion, Artifact Refining Room, Armory in each college - all have disciples of this college as deacons. Most of these positions are personally appointed by Court Master or the elders, and the people have been decided long ago. Outsiders cannot get involved."
Chen Jianghe nodded.
This has nothing to do with him.
"The third category----" Deacon Zhao paused and tapped his finger on the booklet, "They are the deacons of the sect's external industries. Deacons of medicine fields, Hunting Grounds inspections, and mine inspections."
He looked at Chen Jianghe and explained one by one, "Medicine field deacon, to put it bluntly, you must know how to plant. Which medicinal materials should be planted on which land, when to fertilize, when to water, when to harvest, when to dry - these things, if you don't understand, you don't understand. Even if you are a master of Huajin,
It's Gang Jin. If you don't understand the properties of the medicine, the solar terms, and the soil, you'll be blind."
He stroked his beard and said, "Disciples of Hua Jin can also do this job. But they have to be responsible for the annual output. If the harvest is good, you will be rewarded; if the harvest is bad, your salary will be deducted. If there is a natural disaster or insect disaster, the reduction in production must be justified, otherwise - you will be responsible for it."
Chen Jianghe Thinking of the dense records on <Hundred Herbs Illustrated Manual>, it became clear in his heart.
The medicine field steward needs to be proficient in the properties of medicine and the methods of planting.
Although he memorized five hundred kinds of medicinal materials, he was just talking on paper. If he really had to manage a medicinal field, it would be difficult for him.
"Mining Supervisory Deacon----" Deacon Zhao continued, "This job is remote. I, Xingyi Sect, have three iron mines and one copper mine in Changxi Prefecture, all of which are deep in the mountains and forests. I have been there for several months. The environment is difficult and the food and accommodation are simple."
He looked at Chen Jianghe with a hint of admonishment in his eyes. "He is mainly responsible for supervising the mining of the mine, checking the daily output, and checking whether there are any omissions in the accounts. There is some profit in this job, but not much. And it's a remote place, prone to trouble."
Chen Jianghe frowned slightly.
This job is too remote and far away.
He needs to stay in the sect, needs to stabilize his realm, needs to practice <Withered Wood Meets Spring Art>, and needs to understand the true meaning of Spear Intent.
After a few months, everything is wasted.
After Deacon Zhao finished talking about these three categories, he closed the book and looked at Chen Jianghe.
Finally, he lowered his voice and his eyes showed a bit of shrewdness that only the old deacon could have. "There is one more thing, Deacon Hunting Grounds."
Chen Jianghe's heart moved slightly.
Deacon Zhao looked at him and said slowly, "Hunting Grounds like Grade C-7, you have been there too, but you met Demonic Sect after only going there for one day, so you may not know much about it."
Chen Jianghe nodded.
Deacon Zhao continued, "This Hunting Grounds deacon - speaking of it, it is also the third category. But it is different from the others."
He stroked his beard and said with a hint of meaning in his tone, "Deacon Hunting Grounds, it is recognized that he has a lot of money."
Chen Jianghe Listen quietly.
"Think about it," Deacon Zhao counted on his fingers, "First, we only need to patrol for two hours every day to check whether the fence is damaged and whether any strange animals have crossed the boundary. The remaining time can be used as you like."
"Second, the alien beasts raised in Hunting Grounds will more or less have some accidents. For example, the old, weak, sick and disabled, those who died in fights, and those who died during childbirth. These alien beasts must be reported to the sect according to regulations and handled by dedicated personnel. But----"
He paused and smiled knowingly, "But before reporting it, the deacon secretly kept a little meat for himself. As long as it is not excessive, the sect will not care too much. After all, strange beasts are full of treasures. Their flesh and blood can replenish their qi and blood, their sinews and bones can be used to make weapons, and their fur can be used as armor. Occasionally, they make tooth sacrifices and eat meat for their junior brothers and sisters. Who would make irresponsible remarks?"
Chen Jianghe understands clearly.
This Hunting Grounds deacon is indeed a fat man.
No wonder Sun Hongyao was so domineering and arrogant back then, but he still firmly occupied Hunting Ground No. C-7's position as manager.
What is the reason for reaching the peak of energy?
The reason is that her grandfather Sun Yuhai is the elder Golden Pivot Court.
It's based on tacitly understood rules.
"But----" Deacon Zhao changed the topic and lowered his voice a bit, "After the Sun Hongyao incident, the sect issued a strict order. Hunting Grounds deacons must be served by Gang Jin disciples. They are not allowed to show favoritism or use the back door. They must be accepted openly from the Mission Hall."
He looked at Chen Jianghe with a bit of emotion in his eyes. "This rule is based on the Sun Family's incident. If Sun Hongyao is still alive, he must be removed now."
Chen Jianghe was silent for a moment.
Hunting Grounds Deacon, it is indeed a good job.
But Sun Hongyao died outside Hunting Ground No. C-7.
He had been to that place and almost died there.
If you pick up the deacon there----
"Junior Brother Chen." Deacon Zhao's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, "You wait here, I'll ask Elder Zhu, who is in charge of the deacon. I don't have enough authority to get your ID badge, so the elder needs to handle it in person."
Chen Jianghe cupped his fists. "Thank you Deacon Zhao."
Deacon Zhao stood up and moved into the back room of the hall.
After about half a stick of incense, a figure walked out of the side room.
The person who came here was about in his early fifties, with a slim build, wearing a dark green robe, with a pale face, three long beards under his chin, small eyes, but a refined and restrained look, which was obviously the result of being in a high position all year round.
He walked to the counter, his eyes fell on Chen Jianghe, and he looked up and down for a moment.
"Chen Jianghe?"
The voice was not high, but it carried a natural pressure.
Chen Jianghe cupped his fists and saluted. "Disciple Chen Jianghe, I have met the elder."
The man nodded, took out a roster from his sleeve, and opened it.
"My surname is Zhu, and I am in charge of the appointment of deacons." He said casually while looking at the roster, "You have been in Soaring Wood Court for a year and a half, from Minor Completion of Transforming Force to Initiation of Gang Force. This entry is quite rare."
Chen Jianghe lowered his eyes. "The elder is so complimentary. This disciple just keeps practicing hard and doesn't dare to slack off."
Elder Zhu raised his eyes to look at him, with an imperceptible strange color flashing through his bright and restrained eyes.
He closed the roster and said calmly, "Now Hunting Grounds is short of a deacon."
Chen Jianghe's heart skipped a beat.
Elder Zhu continued, "Hunting Ground No. C-7, it is currently unblocked and available. You should be familiar with it."
He stared at Chen Jianghe, the corners of his lips raised slightly, it was a smile with a hint of meaning.
"Sun Hongyao died there. Afterwards, the sect sent people to investigate and confirm what Demonic Sect's remnant had done. Since then, the place Hunting Grounds has been empty, and no one dared to pick it up."
He paused and looked at Chen Jianghe: "You have been there and come back alive, and you are familiar with the terrain and environment. If you are willing, this job will be yours."
Chen Jianghe was silent for a moment.
Grade C-7.
Black Wind Cave.
The bloody battle that night, those red pupils with the blood moon flowing...
He raised his head and was about to politely refuse, "If you don't want to go." Elder Zhu suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts, "The only option left is the sect patrol deacon."
He stared at Chen Jianghe, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes at the moment.
"We patrol back and forth between the mountain gate, Scripture Repository Peak, and Skill Transmission Pavilion for half a day every day. We are not allowed to leave without permission due to the wind and sun.
The salary is half that of the Hunting Grounds deacon, and the pill quota is halved."
He paused, and the smile on his lips deepened, "You choose."
Chen Jianghe's heart tightened.
He looked at Elder Zhu's eyes, which looked calm but were actually filled with undercurrents.
This old thing did it on purpose.
"Being familiar with the terrain and environment" and "just missing a deacon" are all excuses.
He just wants to let himself go to Grade C-7.
Why?
Chen Jianghe Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Sun Yuhai was imprisoned for three years, but his disciples and former officials are all over Golden Pivot Court.
The Elder Zhu in front of me is wearing a dark blue robe, and I can't tell which hospital he is from, but if he is related to the Sun Family.
Or, it's not Sun Family at all.
Is it just that some people don't like him and want to push him into a pit of fire?
Or, does Grade C-7, Hunting Grounds, really have some hidden secret?
Chen Jianghe raised his eyes and met the smiling eyes of Elder Zhu.
"The elders are kind, but the disciples are disrespectful." He spoke slowly and in a calm voice, "In that case, I would like to go to Grade C-7."
Elder Zhu had a flash of surprise in his eyes.
He seemed not to have expected that this young man would agree so simply.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
Chen Jianghe nodded. "Disciple is sure."
Elder Zhu stared at him for a moment and suddenly smiled.
"Okay." He turned around, took a token from the case, and handed it over, "This is the Hunting Ground No. C-7 deacon token. With this token, you can enter and exit Hunting Grounds, dispatch garrisoned disciples, and withdraw monthly salary and elixir quota."
Chen Jianghe took it with both hands.
The token is made of dark iron, with the four characters "Grade C-7" engraved on the front and a ferocious animal head on the back.
Elder Zhu took out a wooden box from under the case and pushed it in front of him.
"This is the salary for this month. Deacon Hunting Grounds has a monthly salary of two thousand taels of silver. There is also a bottle of Gang Origin Pill", which is specially used for the cultivation of Gang Jin disciples. One bottle every month, you can get it at Pill Room with the token."
Chen Jianghe took the wooden box and opened it.
The banknotes were neatly stacked, twenty in total, each worth a hundred taels.
He put away the banknote and put the bottle of Gang Origin Pill into his arms.
Elder Zhu waved his hand. "Go ahead. Report to Hunting Ground No. C-7 tomorrow at 00:00. Several disciples have been dispatched now, and they will all be at your disposal in the future."
Chen Jianghe clasped his fists and saluted. "Thank you, elder."