Chapter 9 Identity
Only then did I discover the biggest problem: none of the Taoist priests in the temple had ID cards.
Now, after investigation and verification, the relevant departments are going to issue identity cards to them all.
Jun Qiulan arrived at the right time. He dressed up as a Taoist priest and helped us apply for our ID cards.
Is this matter so simple?
Jun Qiulan didn't expect this.
"Everything in this world has its own laws. Just let nature take its course." Qing Heng said, "That day I just had a sudden urge to go down the mountain for a walk. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met you."
Jun Qiulan was silent.
Although Qingheng said it so calmly, he still had his own ideas. If Qingheng didn't have some special abilities, how could he see through that he was not from here?
See through but don’t speak out.
The fact that this Taoist priest could help him solve his identity problem was already a great favor to him.
At noon, I had lunch in the Taoist temple again.
It was completely different from the Taoist priest who was detached from worldly affairs that Jun Qiulan had once understood. There were both meat and vegetables. He had not eaten such delicious food for a long time.
Qing Heng smiled kindly, "Eat more if you like it."
After saying this, he turned to the others, "This is your junior uncle. Remember him? Oh, by the way, what's your disciple's name?"
Jun Qiulan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth again. When did he agree to be Qingheng's apprentice?
Having said that, if Jun Qiulan were to refuse again, it would seem a bit ungrateful. "My name is Jun Qiulan."
Qing Heng nodded and said casually, "Then your Taoist name will be Qiu Lan."
The Taoist priests naturally responded and greeted Jun Qiulan warmly.
"Junior Master."
"Uncle Qiulan"
"Master's name is really nice."
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Jun Qiulan was a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm, but he quickly became familiar with his new disciples.
In this Taoist temple, besides Taoist Master Qingheng, there are two other generations below him. Jun Qiulan also has two senior brothers who don’t talk much and just focus on picking food for Jun Qiulan, fearing that he won’t have enough to eat.
I have six nephews, ranging in age from seventeen or eighteen to thirty years old.
We were all orphans in the past, and we grew up together, so we were a family.
Jun Qiulan was also moved by their simple and pure feelings.
The relevant departments came in the afternoon to handle the collective household registration.
Register information and take photos.
"Hey, why is there one more person?" They had registered the number of people last time.
Taoist Master Qing Heng was calm and composed. "The road has been repaired. My young disciple went down the mountain to explore the world, but he didn't have an ID card, so he came back."
The staff didn't know what to say. When they saw that he had the same long hair as the Taoist priests, they couldn't find any relevant information when they entered the portrait. In addition, the young Taoist priests all testified that this was the junior uncle, so there was no doubt about it.
"Young Taoist priest, come here and register." The staff handed him the registration form and a pen.
"Write your name, date of birth, and education here."
Jun Qiulan had just observed what other brothers and sisters had written, and he had almost recognized all the numbers, so writing this kind of incomplete text was not a big problem.
It was this pen that Jun Qiulan always found difficult to use, and the handwriting on the registration form he wrote out was so bad that it was almost unbearable to look at.
The staff also felt sorry that such a handsome young man was illiterate and could not even write.
He didn't show any expression, but instead helped him copy it again, and reminded him, "There is an adult school at the foot of the mountain. Work hard to earn some money, or go to read some books, so that you can better integrate into the world."
Jun Qiulan blushed with embarrassment, thinking about how he used to be the crown prince. He had always been the top student among all the princes and heirs since he was a child. Although he was not a master of learning, he could still have an opinion in debates with the great scholars in the capital.
Now that I’m at this point, not only do I have to learn characters again, I also have to learn how to write again.
Next is taking pictures.
Although Jun Qiulan tried to act very sociable, he was still so surprised that he was speechless when he saw his ID photo.
How is this done?
Even the small red mole on his earlobe can be seen clearly.
"Do you think you're handsome?" the staff member joked, "For someone as handsome as you, being an actor wouldn't be a bad idea. Acting doesn't really require a lot of academic qualifications."
This was the third person to say this to him.
When it comes to appearance, Jun Qiulan is not modest. Both his parents are very good-looking, and his younger sister used to be the most dazzling among the noble ladies in the capital. With such a family, he must be good-looking.
Actors with good looks may have better career prospects?
This discovery actually made Jun Qiulan feel uncomfortable. It was probably the same as what the famous actors in Beijing felt.
Those famous actors, both men and women, all have good looks, and no matter how famous they are, in the end they will most likely end up using their beauty to please men.
Maybe this world is different, and he still knows too little about it.
Jun Qiulan sighed silently and said nothing more. He just played the role of an insignificant citizen like he did on the first day.
It will take about seven days to get the ID card, which will be mailed directly to the Taoist temple. Now they have been issued a temporary ID card.
Name, date of birth, residential address, ID number.
This is Jun Qiulan’s new identity in this world.
The staff member added, "Now you'd better take your ID card and register your phone cards and other things with real names, otherwise they may not work."
There were also staff members who gave a brief introduction to the city's situation and played several videos on how to survive in the city and how to prevent fraud.
Jun Qiulan listened quietly and learned.
It turns out that the small square that almost everyone has is called a mobile phone. Once you apply for a mobile phone number, you will have a unique number just like your ID card, and you can contact others at any time through your mobile phone.
Jun Qiulan didn’t dare to think about it, is this really not a magical method?
Even though you are thousands of miles away, it only takes a moment to contact someone.
He had to admit that his understanding of this world had been refreshed again.
Jun Qiulan looked at the small cube in Qingheng's hand with some curiosity.
"This was given to me by a pilgrim." Taoist Qingheng was complacent. He also showed Jun Qiulan how to use it.
This has too many functions. Jun Qiulan's eyes are jealous. "How much does a phone like this usually cost?"
Qing Heng said slowly, "For someone like me, it's probably more than 10,000."
Jun Qiulan felt a lump in his heart.
I always thought that prices in this world were cheap, but I didn't expect expensive things to be like this?
Considering this phone is so amazing, it’s understandable that it’s a bit more expensive.
However, with such an expensive price, he probably won't be able to afford it in the short term.
Taoist Qingheng turned back to his room and took out another cell phone. "Hey, use it to apply for a card. The pilgrims are so enthusiastic. They gave me so many, and I can't use them all. So, do you really want to stay here and be a Taoist priest?"
Now their Taoist temple has a certain status in the hearts of young people through word of mouth of the older generation.
Taoist Master Qingheng is now a famous Taoist master on the Internet. People often send him private messages asking him to help with fortune-telling or something.
Apart from anything else, there are so many people in their Taoist temple, and although they don't live a rich life, they never lack food or clothing.
Jun Qiulan didn't consider it, "I'd better think of other ways to make money."
He didn't refuse the cell phone. It was only natural for a master to give his apprentice a welcome gift.
Of course, as his disciple, he neither kowtowed nor offered tea, nor did he present any gift of apprenticeship.
Jun Qiulan sighed in his heart. Although he didn't know what Qingheng meant by suddenly accepting him as his apprentice, it was still a big favor to him.
I'll make up for this apprenticeship gift later.
I guess I'm lucky enough.
Now that everything was arranged, Jun Qiulan thought it was time to go down the mountain and go home to avoid worrying his parents and younger sister.
Taoist Qingheng took him to a room and said, "If you don't have a place to stay for the time being, this room is for you. It's just inconvenient to go down the mountain."
There is no car on the mountain. It takes two hours to go down the mountain and two hours to go up the mountain.
After hesitating for a while, Jun Qiulan declined politely. Perhaps because he had experienced being demoted, and Qingheng and the Taoists were too friendly, he felt a little uneasy.
Besides, he also had to go down the mountain to buy some things to bring back.
I still have nearly ninety yuan on me, but this amount of money is probably not enough to bring back too many daily necessities.
So he decided to find some things suitable to take back and sell.
Street stalls are a good choice.
But he didn't expect to encounter Zhang Ting as soon as he came down the mountain.
"Hey, Xiaolan?" Zhang Li's eyes were sharp.
This time, Jun Qiulan's face was clean, which made Zhang Li even more determined to make friends with him. This face was much better than those young handsome guys in the entertainment industry.
"Are you playing a Taoist priest today? Which crew are you in?"
The half-new Taoist robe that Jun Qiulan was wearing was given to him by Taoist Master Qingheng. It turned out that the robe was indeed not suitable for wandering around the streets in broad daylight.
He said, "I'm not playing a Taoist priest. I am the Taoist priest on Qingfeng Mountain."
When he saw Zhang Li, he was actually a little nervous. After all, he didn't know whether he was the one to receive the 150 yuan in his hand.
But unexpectedly, Zhang Li never mentioned this matter at all. He just said that he had not seen anyone since he changed his clothes last time.
Instead, Jun Qiulan, feeling guilty, asked, "Something happened that day, so I left first. Did anything happen to the crew afterwards?"
"No, I helped the crew pack up afterwards. I didn't hear anything happened."
Jun Qiulan finally felt relieved.
Zhang Li added, "It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. I just contacted a crew and they need two male actors to be beaten. Are you interested? It's just one scene, and we'll be done after we finish filming. I'll pay you 100 yuan."
"Beating?" Jun Qiulan was shocked. Although he wanted the hundred dollars very much, getting beaten for a hundred dollars?
"Don't worry, we're not really going to fight, we're just pretending." Zhang Li explained with a smile.
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