Qingping Temple!
It was already dusk.
The golden sunset glow reflected on the locust trees in the courtyard, the reflected light slightly dazzling.
He walked out of the room.
As he came out, he ran into Yang Ying with a file bag in her hand.
"Eh, Daoist Priest, have you come out of seclusion?"
Xuanqing nodded slightly, then looked at the file bag in Yang Ying's hand, and asked curiously, "What is this...?"
"Oh, these documents?" Yang Ying smiled faintly and explained, "These are some documents for our Taoist temple."
After she spoke.
She handed over the file bag in her hand.
"Oh? Let me see?"
He opened the file bag, and there were five or six stacks of neatly arranged documents inside.
"Road Construction Application Form, Daoist Temple Flow Building Plan, Accidental Event Handling Guide..."
He skipped the Road Construction Application Form and took out the Daoist Temple Flow Building Plan and Accidental Event Handling Guide.
After browsing a few pages briefly.
