Chapter 297 My dear disciple, your master has arrived!

The official took the loose silver from the Taoist priest and weighed it in his hand...

Um!

Although it's not a lot, it's more than enough for a cup of tea.

The job he's doing now is really lucrative; he's dealing with refugees every day, and he rarely sees even an egg, let alone a penny.

With money to pay his official duties, his mood improved considerably, and he looked at the Three Pure Ones with great enthusiasm.

"What do you want to ask? Tell me."

"Brother Cha, this is how it is. My hometown was originally in the northern border region, but I heard that they all fled here because of the natural disaster."

I've been trying to find them but haven't been able to. I recently heard that Yunlu City is accepting refugees, so I'd like you to help me check if any of my relatives have come here.

"This... is a bit difficult." The official looked at the Taoist priest Sanqing with some difficulty.

"You don't know this, but we have received tens of thousands of refugees during this period, and all of them have been dispersed and resettled in other places."

It's really troublesome to find it now.

trouble?

Master Sanqing frowned. Ah! He meant trouble, not that he couldn't find it.

It seemed this man was a bit ungrateful, so the Taoist priest took out another silver ingot and handed it to the official.

The official became even more attentive, and in a very good mood, he produced a thick ledger.

"Tell me where your relatives are from?"

Although the time Ning Bao was sent away was calculated on the spot, Master Sanqing still managed to find out about the Mu family very quickly.

Without hesitation, they reported the Mu family's information, and the officials promptly handed out copies of the notebook.

Suddenly, the official looked nervously at the Taoist priest Sanqing.

"Are you looking for people from Shanglin Village on the border? A total of 483 people?"

Master Sanqing nodded. He didn't know the exact number of people in Shanglin Village, but he estimated it to be around four or five hundred.

The official reluctantly took out the loose silver that the Taoist priest Sanqing had just given him.

“That group of people was personally arranged by our prefect. They went to Chuyun Village, Qingshui Town, Pingchuan County. Go there and look for them.”

After the official finished speaking, he turned around and didn't even look at the Taoist priest Sanqing.

Master Sanqing was stunned when he saw the silver in his hand. He had originally planned to use an invisibility talisman to take the silver back after he got the information he wanted.

To my surprise, they actually returned it to me.

This is good too. He was almost out of talismans anyway, and he could save as many as he could before seeing his beloved disciple.

Master Sanqing didn't want to tell anyone that the talismans he usually used were either taken from his ancestral graves or borrowed from his junior brother.

Of course, the ones he uses most now are drawn by his little apprentice. Luckily, he's smart and used the excuse of assigning homework to have his little apprentice draw a lot of talismans.

These talismans have come in very handy during this escape from famine.

He's almost out of his "stock" of cinnabar and yellow paper, so he should buy more to take with him and give his apprentice more "homework." He's been away from his apprentice for so long, so his apprentice must have made a lot of progress.

It's possible that they'll be able to draw many highly complex talismans.

Master Sanqing acted immediately. He went straight to the largest pharmacy in Yunlu City and bought out all the best cinnabar and yellow paper in the store.

After buying all these things, he had very little silver left. Fortunately, the place the official mentioned wasn't far from Yunlu City.

After buying cinnabar and yellow paper, the Taoist priest Sanqing left Yunlu City directly.

As for whether Ning Bao was in Chuyun Village, he certainly didn't consider that; his main focus this time was the arduous process of finding a disciple.

Although he can no longer perform divination, he can still predict simple fortunes; he had already calculated his journey to find a disciple:

Great luck!

Master Sanqing silently recited a phrase in his heart:

My dear disciple, your master is here!