I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The accounting monk Lao Zhang was named Zhang Cheng.

He had rosacea, smelled of alcohol, and the clerk's uniform was wrinkled and hadn't been washed for an unknown amount of time.

Judging from his appearance, he must be at least seventy years old.

If Zhang Cheng was just an ordinary person, he would definitely live a long life in Daqian.

The masters of the third level, whether they are orthodox or heretical, are more or less involved in refining gods.

The illusory soul turned into a tangible ghost. At first it could only travel at night, but later it could travel during the day. It was said that the soul of the first-level realm was no different from ordinary people.

The physical body nourishes the soul, and the soul feeds back to the physical body. The lifespan is at least three to five hundred years.

The length of life span is different from the method of cultivation. Generally speaking, the average life span of Shinto is the longest, while the average lifespan of martial arts is the shortest.

Martial arts belongs to the side sect, which emphasizes the body but not the spirit. The threshold for easy learning is low. However, reaching the third level only extends life to three to five hundred years.

Demonic monks belong to another type of short-lived people. They fight and kill enemies all over the place, and one day they capsize in the gutter.

In a world filled with monsters and monsters, if you want to survive, there are many ways to do it. It is not impossible for a strong martial artist to turn into a ghost cultivator.

Zhang Cheng gave Zhou Yi the impression that he had a close magical aura, and he was most likely an authentic Taoist sect.

Taoist exercises are the most self-cultivation, and it is not a problem for a third-level master to stay young forever. However, Zhang Cheng's figure is trembling, as if he is ready to stretch his legs and stare at any time.

Zhou Yi guessed that he was either deliberately covering it up or that he was about to die after living for hundreds of years.

"Our Ministry of Materials doesn't have that many rules. The clerk's task is to record the demonic materials that are put into the warehouse every day."

Zhang Cheng led the way, introducing from time to time the fur department, dental department, otology department, foreign body department...

There are one or two clerks in each department, most of whom are immersed in writing. They will say hello to Zhang Cheng when they see him. They are obviously veterans of the Ministry of Things.

"Our place is relatively remote. It belongs to the Department of Five Internal Organs. It records the internal organs and five internal organs of the demon clan in different categories."

Zhou Yi almost thought he had arrived at an underground black hospital. Fortunately, the demon materials were stored and sealed in special boxes, so the smell of blood would not spread. Otherwise, it would have turned into an underground slaughterhouse.

The most numerous people in the property department are warehouse officials and garrison officials. The former is responsible for storage and care, and the latter is responsible for detailed processing.

The number of people is less than half of the torture room, but everyone is not weak, at least in the third-level Qi refining realm.

Zhou Yi learned from the memory of the demon that the third-level middle-class man was a master in the local area, enough to make a county famous and famous for hundreds of miles. However, in the Ministry of Things, he could only be an errand boy.

Zhang Cheng led Zhou Yi through a circle of doors, told several taboo locations and rules in the Department of Objects, and finally returned to the Department of Five Internal Organs.

A large single room was filled with various books, many of which were covered with thick dust.

Zhang Cheng handed Zhou Yi a stack of booklets: "Let's start working now. These are yesterday's accounts sent by the officials. They must be copied into categories to facilitate future inquiries."

"The classification method is very simple. Follow the order of the first characters of the names in the Catalog of Ten Thousand Demons, and then record them in the book of five internal organs..."

Zhang Cheng explained it once, and Zhou Yi immediately understood what was going on. He probably recorded the demon materials stored every day in a dictionary.

In the future, if you need to make elixirs, refine weapons, or cook or fry, you can quickly check the warehouse storage location according to the parts, storage time, and monster name.

This is a very boring and time-consuming job.

Zhou Yi wondered: "Master Zhang, why didn't I see a place to stay and eat?"

"We are officials of the Demon Slayer Department of Da Gan. We are on the official list. How can we be imprisoned in a torture chamber?"

Zhang Cheng said: "You can go to the Demon Slayer Division cafeteria for meals, but there is no other way to stay. Living in Kyoto is not easy. With your salary, it will take at least fifty years to buy a small courtyard."

The scribe's salary is a monthly salary, which is considered a high salary in the eyes of ordinary people.

"Are you still going to sleep in a shack after ten years?"

Anmin sheds were straw sheds built by the imperial court to house the refugees for free so that they would not run around and be difficult to control.

At the beginning, Zhou Yi slept in the Anmin shed. The Demon Slayer Division was recruiting people, and they passed several tests and signed the deed of betrayal.

Zhang Cheng said: "You can also go to the torture room dormitory. Anyway, you are used to living there."

Zhou Yi smiled bitterly: "Master Zhang is joking, I would rather sleep on the ground in the street and look at the moon and stars."

Zhang Cheng chuckled and lowered his voice and said, "I'm joking with you, I'll lend you two dollars to make do with it for a month. Then you will know the benefits of our Ministry of Materials."

Zhou Yi looked confused, but Zhang Cheng didn't give him a chance to ask. He took out the wine gourd and drank a few sips, then found a comfortable position and lay on the ground.

"Lao Zhang, I am a little tired. You are young and strong, so work quickly. If you are slow in copying, the bookkeeper will punish you."

"OK."

Zhou Yi was not in a hurry to write. He first sorted through a stack of books, checked the contents of Zhang Cheng's previous records, and compared the format of daily records.

Zhang Cheng's handwriting is excellent, with flowing strokes and elegant and stretched fonts. It must have taken a long time to practice.

There was only one problem, probably because I had to work hard in the second half of every day, so I changed from running script to cursive script, and finally to doctor's script.

A whole page full of ~~~~~~~ symbols.

"No wonder the chief clerk told me several times not to learn to drink."

Zhou Yi had long been able to never forget his past mistakes, and he soon knew what to do.

Literary officials copy and organize text catalogs, not study mathematics.

call--

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Zhang Cheng's snoring could be heard from the internal organs department. He was worthy of being a third-level expert to sleep soundly in the gloomy underground.

Time passed bit by bit.

Zhou Yi sorted out yesterday's 785 materials on the Five Zang Science and Demon Clan, and began to look through the previous books.

These books are the original records sent by the civil servants. The books compiled by the civil servants will be handed over and stored and kept by the warehouse officials according to the entry records.

"Soul-eating bugs burrow into people's brains, devour souls, and control the body like a living person. They can survive without leaving a trace for decades."

"There are real dragons lurking in Daqian. Most of the mixed-blood dragon clans in the territory trace their origins to the same ancestor. One dragon breeds one clan. It's amazing!"

"The demon king of Black Wind Mountain turned out to be a half-demon. The demon king's son died in the hands of the Demon Slayer Division. The villagers found out after checking the blood attributes..."

The oldest records in these books were events from a hundred or two hundred years ago. There were countless demon clansmen who died in the Demon Slaying Division, but the demon refining cave was still not filled up.

Many of these strange monsters opened Zhou Yi's eyes, and he also had ways to deal with them when he saw them in the future.

"It's so comfortable..."

Zhang Cheng slowly opened his eyes and stretched.

Zhou Yi pretended not to know that he was pretending to sleep and handed over the compiled books.

"Master Zhang, wake up. This is the book that was recorded today. Can you see what's wrong?"

"Huh? You've finished copying it? Let me take a look."

Zhang Cheng flipped through it and randomly selected a few items to compare. There were no problems. He praised: "Not bad, not bad. From now on, you will be responsible for copying and I will proofread."

"OK."

Zhou Yi didn't care about this. If he didn't control the writing speed, Zhang Cheng, who was afraid of pretending to be asleep, found that he could complete it in just a moment by directly manipulating the paper and pen with his magic power.

"You are good at writing this calligraphy. Who did you learn it from?"

"I am imitating Mr. Zhang's handwriting. I can only resemble it in form, but not in spirit. I will ask for your guidance in the future."

In Zhouyi's files of the Demon Slayer Division, there is a description of the skill of Cook Ding to eliminate demons. His wrists are extremely flexible, but imitating handwriting is still overkill.

"Very good, I like you!"

Today's copying task was completed ahead of schedule. Zhang Cheng took Zhouyi and handed the book to Wang Cangli.

"Save the two dollars. It will be enough until the end of the month. Remember to pay me back next month."

Zhang Cheng hummed an unknown ditty, shook his head, and walked along the corridor towards the entrance of the underground cave.

Zhou Yi followed behind, looking at the sunset at the exit with a dark complexion, strange and familiar at the same time.

"Ten years have passed and it finally came out!"