The Scripture Book Taoist came alone, holding a golden scroll in his hands.
"I am Cheng Yang, the Archivist and Merit Officer of Mei Mountain Society. Greetings, fellow Taoist." Cheng Yang was a very elderly man, his appearance exceptionally aged.
"Pleasure to meet you!"
Song Lin cupped his hands in polite acknowledgment.
The two sat down in the grand hall, and soon instructed others to prepare the dharma altar for the ceremony. The Scripture Book Taoist would read aloud the rewards—promotions for those deserving them, and talisman grants for others.
"This time, I've brought rewards for the horned giant fish incident, as well as this recent matter with the tree spirit. Do you want the raw materials or should I exchange them for dharma coins?"
Cheng Yang asked.
"Exchange everything for dharma coins," Song Lin thought for a moment. Eventually, he decided that coins were more practical; the parts from those demons weren't especially important.
