Daoist Ming Guang waved his hand, collecting a hundred Cloud Pattern Swords, while instructing the little Daoist to store the wine and taking out an account book, writing with a brush as he spoke.
"Note that Yuan Zheng sent a hundred top-grade Mortal Pattern Cloud Pattern Swords, six hundred jars of top-grade Mortal Wine weighing twenty catties each, receiving two hundred and sixty White Cloud Copper Coins."
Setting down the brush, Daoist Ming Guang smiled, "Adding the Cloud Pattern Swords and wine you sent the last two times, you now have three hundred and eighty White Cloud Copper Coins on the temple's account."
Lu Zheng's eyes lit up, "What are these White Cloud Copper Coins used for?"
Upon hearing this, Daoist Ming Guang frowned, "Didn't your master tell you?"
Lu Zheng shook his head, "No?"
Daoist Ming Guang shook his head again, "Junior Ming Zhang, who knows what he's thinking about all day, how come he didn't tell you anything."
