After leaving the Steward's Office, I planned to take the cigarettes to Zhang Rong.
But I didn't know where he lived. He clearly wasn't in my dormitory building.
So I could only grab a random senior brother and ask.
There were so many young senior brothers at Qingyang Temple that, never mind me remembering their names, sometimes even the Daoist masters couldn't remember them.
That was why their Daoist robes had numbers on them. For example, the eleventh child adopted was called Eleven, and the sixty-fifth was called Sixty-five.
They weren't on the Daoist Register, either. First, under Daoism's rules, they had to be eighteen before they could apply for a Daoist certificate.
Second, people only gradually matured mentally after turning eighteen, and Qingyang Temple gave them the chance to choose their own faith once they grew up. Besides, some of the senior brothers and sisters wanted to take the civil service exams when they grew up, so it was best not to enter the Daoist Register.
Although there were theoretically no rules about it, in practice, it could still have some effect.
It was already dark. I wandered around Qingyang Temple and caught a young senior brother who had come out to pee.
"Senior Brother Ninety-nine, um... greetings from your junior brother."
Holding on to a child who didn't even reach my thigh, I asked with a smile, "Do you know where Senior Brother Zhang Rong is? I brought him something from down the mountain."
The young senior brother had just come out of the toilet. After pulling up his pants, he grabbed me and gave me a beaming smile. "Did you bring any snacks back, then? Give me some candy, and I'll take you to Senior Brother Zhang Rong."
This little senior brother's pretty crafty, I thought, and