[Qing Chuan] I will be the national teacher for Kangxi

According to Yinzhi's suggestion, Qingyang and Zhang Shuangying set up an ambush according to the map, on the side of the narrow path between two barren mountains.

The forest and grass are luxuriant here, and there is a pond with running water on the right side of the road. Not only is it suitable for ambushes in military affairs, but it is also very convenient to obtain local materials from the perspective of casting spells.

Qingyang was lying in the grass, his eyes affectionately caressed the broken silver in the five big boxes, the Taoist priest Gao next to him felt terrified, and lashed out at his junior brother Zhang Shuangying: "Hey, hey, look at Fellow Daoist Qingyang."

What kind of look is that, as if repeatedly jumping sideways on the edge of whether to jump back or not.

Zhang Shuangying reassured: "Brother Gao, don't think about it, fellow Taoist Qingyang is very reliable..."

Just as I was talking, I heard the little female ghost brought by fellow Taoist Qingyang slander meekly: "Boss, look at the Ninth Prince, the money given to the enemy is more than what we pay, we spend so much money!" What are you doing?"

"Uh, uh." Qingyang stared at the box and nodded indiscriminately, but he didn't listen to what Chen Yuanyuan said at all.

Mastiff is also complaining to him through the ghost deed: "Damn, this third child is so annoying! I don't even want to know what is the 'Win Wei Formation' and what is the 'He Sui Formation'... Hey, do you know ?”

Qingyang was lying in the grass, annoyed to death by the numerous mosquitoes.I want to be greedy for money, and I have to annoy mosquitoes, and here I have to deal with Chen Yuanyuan, so I just said perfunctorily: "I don't know."

"...Huh?" Obai's interest suddenly came, the previous boredom was swept away, and he said very proudly, "Then I will tell you! This formation is ever-changing, the simplest change is how From the one-word long snake formation, step by step to the ten-sided ambush formation. This 'Winning Wei Formation' is a formation specially used to encircle the enemy, and this 'He Sui Formation' can be used as a surprise attack..."

Qingyang has no interest, and has already turned his head to mutter to Wulinggong's tablet: "Brothers, do you have that kind of plague? Mosquito plague, which only kills mosquitoes."

Lord Wuling: "..."

Seeing Qingyang nodding, Daoist Gao almost jumped up and drew his sword: "..."

Qingyang and the two brothers have come over to share the mosquito plague with everyone. Zhang Shuangying said speechlessly: "Let's reiterate the key points of this plan. Before the evil monk's control over living souls and ghosts is released, we must not Kill them easily. Our purpose is to trap them first, cooperate with the Yin soldiers to weaken the enemy's strength, and then turn defensively into offensive after the control is released."

"But for that ghost king, we must strike immediately before it is refined, so as not to increase the enemy's combat effectiveness." Senior Brother Gao also added seriously.

The solemn sound of the meeting was mixed with Chen Yuanyuan's persevering slander: "Look, my boss...you can give a ghost a whole five boxes of silver. Last time you helped the Ninth Prince to clear up his crimes, it was only one box...it's not as good as Master Mingzhu There are more than two boxes for free."

Zhang Shuangying and Senior Brother Gao: "..."

What should I do, I suddenly feel a sense of crisis that I will be attacked!

Qingyang couldn't understand Zhang Shuangying's mood. He was sandwiched between Chen Yuanyuan and Ao Bai, and it was already very difficult for him to deal with both ends. He could only perfunctory: "Oh! Ah, so."

Aobai talked excitedly for most of the time, and finally realized that Qingyang was absent-minded: "...you fucking--come!"

Qingyang's dead fish eyes suddenly changed, and his whole state changed instantly. From a man overwhelmed by life to a leopard eager to try and prepare to hunt, he gestured to Zhang Shuangying and others.

At the corner of the mountain road, sparks floated from the corner, they were the torches held by the nocturnal White Lotus Sect members.While illuminating the mountain road, it also illuminates the magic circle that the Taoist priests of the Duchenghuang Temple set up early.

Zhang Shuangying: "Get up—"

The Taoist priests had already ambushed at the eyes of their respective formations. At this time, they all raised their magic swords and plunged deep into the soil, arousing the magic circle to light up in the dark night, and the pool water with wild flowers splashed three times. Zhang, turned into drizzle, doused the torch.

The luster between heaven and earth is nothing but a bright moon.

"Master——" Walking at the forefront of the team were a dozen or so believers in white robes but without hats. After calling out to the white-robed monk who led them into the trap, they immediately recited spells.

There are also ordinary people who are ignorant and ignorant, brought by the white-robed monk Chundang to store food, and want to bump into the ten-foot-high blue light wall, trying to break through the formation, but how can it be useful.

The Gu master in the team gritted his teeth: "This group of stinky Taoist priests, where did the news come from! If this magic circle cannot be broken, wouldn't we all be unable to escape alone? No, we must send the leader and ghost king out!"

The white-robed monk had a solemn expression on his face: "How dare you escape alone! My White Lotus Sect is all brothers, with the protection of my old mother, it is better to fight to the death!"

Are you kidding, he worked so hard to prepare so much food reserves, and lost it?

Don't do it, he can't accept this sunk cost white robe monk!

Just as he was motivating the strangers, he ordered the Gu masters and elders around him to drive the living souls and ghosts, and there was a burst of screaming and killing from the place where the ghosts gathered.

"Yes, here let the three teams go around and form a line..." Yin Zhi lay behind Obai, helping to command the Yin soldiers.

The elder in charge of controlling the ghost turned pale with fright, the ghost was surrendered by the leader himself!They didn't even play Gu or do anything at first.

"..." The white-robed monk's face was even more ugly, he had clearly made a ghost contract in the souls of the Yin soldiers, why couldn't he control them? !

The ghost deed that Qingyang gave to the Yin soldiers firmly protected the souls of the Yin soldiers, and the ghost deed of the white-robed monk could not intrude into the ghost deed that Qingyang had already occupied. , In the competition, he was gradually purified and excluded by Qingyang's ghost deed.

"——The one behind Yin Jiang is the living soul, and it is the soldiers he directed, quickly control that living soul!" The white robed monk didn't have time to think about why a living soul suddenly regained his sanity, he had an ominous feeling, It seems that he has already been buried in the enemy's trap, "The Yin general has well-developed limbs, a simple mind, and no living soul to guide him. He is like a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered!"

"I'm killing your mother——" Obai felt a light on his back, obviously the Gu in Yinzhi's body controlled Yinzhi, and hooked away the living soul again, and he couldn't help saying angrily, "Go! Five teams charge forward, Change team to Tiger Wings!"

Before this, Yin Zhi had already relied on his brains to explain the formation to Ao Bai.

He was ignorant at that moment, but now he has the foresight, even without Yin Zhi's guidance, Aobai still knows how to deploy troops.

"Damn it, this old man doesn't want to save that brat's son Xuan Ye, but you barbarian, how dare you steal someone from this old man..." Aobai stared fiercely at the Gu Master, the paper knife in his hand turned into a big bend The knife flashed a ferocious red light, and then slowly focused on the more restrained, but more frightening blue color, "Change!"

There are different levels of ghosts, the most vicious is the Sheqing ghost, and even magic weapons can hardly hurt him.

Qingyang raised Oboi because he sincerely raised Oboi to a genuine yin general, so that he could more efficiently save wandering souls from all walks of life in the future.Today, Oboi's self-esteem was provoked by the white-robed monk, and the quantitative change has finally turned into a qualitative change. At this time, even if Cao Shi and other Yin generals are here, Oboi will not be defeated.

Under Oboi's dispatch, the Yin soldiers very cleverly divided the thousand-man team, which had no arrangement at all, into several parts, and each part had a small soldier formation.Someone wanted to attack, and the formation immediately turned into a defense, while someone wanted to cross the formation to join his companions, and the formation immediately turned into an attack, forcing people back to the original formation.

This formation was made by Yin soldiers, not only trapped the living, but also trapped the soul, directly weakening and splitting the enemy's strength.

"Senior brothers, come on!" Qingyang saw that the first step of the plan was completed, and hurriedly stabbed Zhao senior brother's tablet, "Blow out!"

"What the hell..." Zhao Gongming flew out of the sign with his hands on his waist and eyes, and felt that the price had dropped. Together with the other four colleagues, he stepped into the air and ascended to the sky above the formation.

Because of Qingyang's "breathe", the five of them didn't breathe, but raised their wide sleeves in unison, blowing gusts of wind from their sleeves in a very forceful manner, rolling the mat downwards, and anyone who Gu, all of them melted into emptiness: "This move is done in the sleeves—"

Gu is gone, I can fight now!Qingyang didn't care about Zhao Gongming showing off the name of the move, and jumped out of the grass excitedly: "Brothers are so excited! It's my turn! Give me the head!"

"..." Zhao Gongming fell on his back in anger. Fortunately, they didn't blow it just now, otherwise Xiao Jingui would have praised them.

"Wait." Zhang Yuanbo flew down and stopped Qingyang, "Not only do they have Gu, but also Buddha seeds."

"..." San Qingling, who had just stood up from Qingyang, withered again in an instant.

The Buddha seed was originally a seed capable of producing Buddha fruit.But the "Buddha seed" mentioned by Zhang Yuanbo is an evil thing similar to the Gu seed, rooted deep in the souls of people and ghosts.Based on this, humans and ghosts can be manipulated. If it is forced, the Buddha seed will be activated, and the human ghost will explode and die on the spot, and the power absorbed by the Buddha seed will return to the sower.

At the same time, those monks became even more frenzied. They actually directly manipulated the Buddha seeds in the human body and asked them to harass the Taoist priests everywhere.

"Bah! The bald donkey is shameless and makes people feel like a thunderbolt, so he has the nerve to call her a sister!" Chen Yuanyuan was eloquent, and while helping Zhang Shuangying and Taoist Gao beside him to resist the rushing crowd, he cursed, "Don't call me brother, you are not like them One sex!"

The white-robed monk's face was livid when he heard it, it was no different from scolding him for not being a man, he turned around and put down the altar behind him: "Elders, protect me!"

If you dare to offend him like this, he will become the ghost king on the spot!

"What kind of door do you open? Did someone say you're coming out of the closet?" The white-robed monk just put his hand on the door of the Buddhist altar when a huge force pushed him away from behind. Split towards the altar.

There must be a ghost king in the altar, if you meet a ghost king, kill him!

However, his palm did not touch the wooden door of the altar, but pushed against the flesh of a person. An elder suddenly rushed up and directly blocked the altar. Into the arms of the dark monster in the altar: "Don't think about... hurting me... Buddha!"

"You're crazy, did you go to Africa to bask in the sun and turn into coal?!" Qingyang still wanted to drag him out, but the elder resolutely cut off his arm and sent himself directly into the mouth of the ghost king, "You—— Blind but not deaf! Your bosses have said that this is the ghost king!"

"This is the future... Buddha... this is Maitreya..." The elder struggled to finish speaking, and his whole body sank into the black mud.

The white-robed monk struggled to get up, seeing the shrine being shattered, couldn't help tearing his eyes, and let out a violent shout.

The shrine is to the ghost king, just like the tablet is to the gods, if the shelter is broken, the power of the ghost king will naturally be weakened.

The white-robed monk stood up staggeringly, with dark spots appearing on his cheeks, which were the same color as the ghost king overflowing from the altar: "Vacuum home, lifeless old mother!"

"Coax—" A very strange black Buddha body with two halves stood up from the ground. The left half was full of laughter, with a round belly, just like Maitreya Buddha. The lifeless mother revered by the White Lotus Sect.

The white-robed monk invited the upper body of the Buddha, and under the blessing, the figure of the Buddha's body was as high as the ten-zhang magic circle.The ambush point itself was on the mountain road, and with the blessing of the white robe monk, he almost crushed half of the mountain ridge just by lifting his foot.

White-robed monk: "Go to hell!!!"

Qingyang held up the three clear bells to protect the mountains, roaring louder than the white-robed monk: "You have beriberi!!!"

At this time, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the air, and a golden lotus flew from the northwest. On it sat an old monk with an old and kind face. The Buddha beads, as you move them, read out every sentence of scriptures.

Qingyang and Wulinggong spoke almost at the same time:

"Like an old Tang monk!"

"This monk is only one step away from becoming a Buddha!"

The old monk was quite approachable, and said in the direction of Qingyang from a distance: "Overestimated, overestimated, there are still two signs."

Although the sound is far away, it is still in my ears.

That is, during this conversation, the old monk had already sat on the lotus floor, chanted a mantra, and recited a verse of impermanence: "Birth and death are gone, and peace and cessation are joy."

Jin Lian suddenly opened, holding the old monk and flew up, presenting the golden Dharma image of Guanyin with thousands of hands and eyes in mid-air, some of the arms grabbed the arm of the black mosaic Buddha, and threw the black Dharma image of the white-robed monk into the sky at once.

The white-robed monk yelled angrily and grabbed the old monk's golden dharma image. The two dharma images, one black and one golden, hit you back and forth in the air, and they will stand in a stalemate.

Qingyang stared blankly at the Golden Faxiang in the sky: "..."

Wu Linggong suddenly felt a sense of crisis: "Xiao Jingui, what's so interesting about this, if you invite God, you are no worse than that old monk. If it weren't for the fact that the Buddha's seed is really not in the right way with us, this white bald donkey would have died a long time ago." gone."

Qingyang drooled: "Did you see, it's a thousand arms..."

Confirmed the eyes, is the monk I want.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, Qingyang only said a word, then folded his body and continued to pick up the three clear bells, turning sound waves into blades, and slashed at the ghost king who had crawled out of the altar.

It was at this time that the most unacceptable scene for Qingyang appeared - one elder after another, clearly not under the control of the Buddha Seed, but rushed towards the ghost king one after another, muttering "Vacuum home, lifeless old mother", Sacrifice your body and soul to the ghost king.

The old monk who was still fighting fiercely with the white-robed monk immediately sang something sharply: "Om Mo Yu La Kulan Di Sua He!"

This is the Peacock King Mantra. As soon as the Buddha's mantra fell, a huge golden peacock body image swooped down from the sky. The peacock opened its huge mouth and passed through countless ghosts. In one picture, thousands of black Buddha seeds hang between the two beaks, and they are swallowed up under the watchful eyes of all the ghosts.

It was also because Tengshen had invited the Dharma body of King Peacock Ming, the old monk was accidentally hit by the black mosaic portrait of the white-robed monk, and the Dharma image collapsed immediately.The mosaic Buddha still felt that it was not enough, turned back and lowered his head, and swallowed the ghost king on the ground, and the dharma stared even more treacherously.

But at this time, all the buddha seeds were eliminated, Yinzhi regained his sanity from the manipulation, and immediately shouted: "It's now!"

As soon as the attackers of Zhang Shuangying and Master Gao stopped, Chen Yuanyuan stretched out the white gauze and rolled up the ten boxes of treasures with cheers: "Sprinkle money—"

Most of the people and ghosts under control are just ordinary poor people/ghosts, not as fast as Yinzhi, but when they hear the keyword "money", they instinctively raise their heads, and they haven't figured out what's going on. Should I continue to work hard for the brothers and sisters of the White Lotus Sect, as gold ingots, paper money, broken silver, and copper plates were scattered all over the sky.

Yinzhen regards people's hearts as he regards his own.As the money was thrown, the originally mighty White Lotus Sect army suddenly turned into an army of money pickers. The elders fed the ghost king with their bodies, and the ghost king was swallowed up by the black splicing Buddha. one person.

The Taoist priests of the Duchenghuang Temple closed the magic circle, isolating the battle that extraordinary people can fight against outside the magic circle. In the sky, the golden thousand-armed Bodhisattva Dharma image was beaten into several cracks by the stronger black mosaic Buddha.

Qingyang stepped on the magic circle in the air, stepped forward a few steps, held the three clear fingers, and chanted a mantra to invite the master to his upper body.

Between the two ten-foot-tall statues, a statue soaring so high that you can't even see its face clearly, the palm of your hand alone is twice as tall as the black mosaic Buddha.

Daoist Gao held the formation underneath, his teeth began to chatter: "This--"

Zhang Shuangying took the opportunity to brainwash him: "So, usually fellow Taoists from Qingyang come to fight Qiufeng, just fight, and we won't lose."

Qingyang invited the master's upper body, and the body was controlled by the master. When he bent down to play the black mosaic monster, Qingyang still smacked his lips, feeling sour and sweet in his mouth.

Well?Please God, can you taste what the gods ate just now?Isn't this green plum syrup?

The god is so tall that the naked eye can't see clearly. Even if he bent down, Taoist Gao could only see an arm stretching out from the clouds, pointing at it like a knife, splitting the black mosaic Buddha in two extremely domineeringly without giving a chance to resist. Half.

As the saying goes, one force will drop ten meetings, and I am afraid it is exactly what it means.

Daoist Gao immediately turned his head and said to the knowledgeable guest next to him, "I think, anyway, we are all big families in the Chenghuang Temple, so if we squeeze it, we will squeeze it."

Zhike: "..."

While talking, the three gods and dharma images in the sky gradually disappeared. Seeing the old monk falling from exhaustion, Qingyang wanted to run over to catch him, but he didn't know that his body was still out of his control, but turned in the opposite direction. Fly, and land on the edge of the pool where wild lotus grows.

Just now when the magic formation started, many lotus flowers were broken by spirit energy, and a few fell to the grass beside the pool.

Qingyang watched his body circle around the lotus a few times, picked out the one that seemed to be the most beautiful in bloom for a long time, facing the pool, and put a hairpin on the side of his hair.

Qingyang: "..."

The master's pride can still be conveyed to Qingyang's heart: You make me sugar water, and I will give you hairpins.

Qingyang: "..."

Thanks, but this kind of acknowledgment doesn't need to be...

The old monk didn't fall to his death, he raised his hand firmly and gave a thumbs up: "It looks good."

Qingyang: "..."

The members of the White Lotus Sect were either wiped out or captured, and the guards who were rejected by the Taoist priests of the City God Temple finally entered the battle. A roster was found in the battlefield, which recorded how the White Lotus Sect had been lurking in Qinhuai for 20 years, how it struck up a relationship with officials little by little, and finally hooked up.

"This is really a surprise!" Yinzhi flipped through the roster, his eyes gleaming with joy, "In this way——I will have more time to have a long chat with my husband!"

Yinzhi didn't say which gentleman, and Qingyang didn't expect that Rong'er was the one Yinzhi planned to find: "Many of these congregants are ordinary people, who are bewitched because life is too hard and people are ignorant. What to do with them?"

Yinzhen pursed her lips and said: "The current emperor has always governed with benevolence. This time, too many people have been involved. It may not be appropriate to behead them all. I guess Huang Ama will at most send these people into exile or do coolies. In short It must be based on education."

"That's right, this is the highlight." Yinzhi dusted the roster and looked up at the sky, "Also, we can manage the living, what about these ghosts?"

"Naturally, I have saved them." A kind voice suddenly came from the side. The old monk, who was still unable to get up on the ground just now, clasped his hands together as if nothing happened. In your hands?"

"Huh?" Qingyang was startled, "Are you the Tang monk who gave Yuanyuan the rosary and wanted to save her?"

Old monk: "...?"

The old monk scratched his bald head, wondering: "The old monk has a very good name..."

Just as he was talking, Chen Yuanyuan happened to come back with an empty suitcase full of joy: "Boss, it's really - shit, old monk!"

As soon as Jue Ming's eyes lit up, he immediately went towards Chen Yuanyuan: "Don't be safe, please listen to the old monk..."

Chen Yuanyuan turned pale: "Ah - don't come here - I won't give up my money!!"

Chen Yuanyuan threw away the empty box, turned around and fled, and Jue Ming immediately followed. Obviously, adding one piece to everyone present couldn't compare to the importance of one Chen Yuanyuan.

"Then Tang... Jueming, wouldn't he be coveting the beauty of my employees?!" Qingyang suspiciously wanted to follow.

"That's not true. Have you heard of the eight-phase enlightenment?" Zhang Yuanbo said, "There are many ways in Buddhism to become a Buddha. Among them, the path taken by Sakyamuni is called 'Eight-phase Enlightenment'. This monk is stuck in the seventh stage. Xiang, that is to say, Fa Dusheng, who knows that Chen Yuanyuan was chosen, I am afraid that there is some degree."

"..." Qingyang has already begun to mourn for the old monk Jueming. Even Chen Yuanyuan, who has earned a lot of money, wants to live on the wall for free and enjoy the incense of Oboi. Let Chen Yuanyuan let go of his obsession with money. Read, I'm afraid it's difficult...

Liu Yuanda respectfully held the small statue on his behalf, and thought for a while: "This monk may not have found Chen Yuanyuan last month, but he accidentally discovered the White Lotus Sect. That's why it appeared today, obviously it's not the fifteenth day."

"Hey, who cares." Qingyang was sure that his corner was very strong, and he couldn't be poached, so he waved his hands boldly, "Let me squeeze it first... No, help the underworld to save some ghosts."

Qingyang chanted the incantation, wanting to attract the three corpse gods to write the merit book, and then send these ghosts down, he chanted three times: "..."

"No way!" Qingyang was shocked, and rolled his hands, "Could it be that I just invited the ancestor to go to the body and consumed too much mana? But I don't feel it!"

Ao Bai laughed and floated over: "There are other possibilities, for example, your reputation has penetrated into the hearts of the three corpses, and everyone would rather die than follow... Let me think about it, last time you went to the capital, I don't know how the three corpse gods communicated with each other, maybe all the three corpse gods in the world know that you, Daoist Qingyang, exist!"

How can that be done, so many ghosts are still waiting to be reincarnated, and he still has wool to pull, Qingyang helped the white lotus in his bun, and threw himself on Liu Yuanda tragically, facing the small statue in Liu Yuanda's hand: "Master—— —The Three Corpse Gods despise me—”

The audience was silent for a moment, and the next moment, tens of thousands of corpses suddenly fell from the void like dumplings, as if they were forcibly captured by someone, crying very fiercely: "Don't——"

However, Qingyang has already looked at the next target: "You two princes, I hope that I will not mention it to others about what I did today. If someone wants to ask, just say that the Taoist priests from the Town God's Temple in the capital helped... …well."

While talking, Qingyang couldn't help sighing.

That's what he said, he just hoped that Master Kong's housework could stay away from him, but more and more gourd babies came to his Taoist temple!

Zhang Shuangying didn't expect such a happy event like a pie from heaven, he was very happy but also very sorry, especially Qingyang sighed at the end.

Zhang Shuangying was about to ask Qingyang why he was worried about something, and whether the Duchenghuang Temple could help, Qingyang turned to Zhang Shuangying and said, "You don't have to feel sorry... If you really have a conscience, I will share the rewards of the Duchenghuang Temple this time." Half of it!"

Zhang Shuangying: "..."

Yinzhen: "..." You are right, an evil spirit who is used to scratching people.

Just as she was complaining in her heart, Yinzhen saw Qingyang's gaze slowly move over from Zhang Shuangying...

Yinzhen: "The guards have already brought back the five boxes of broken silver and five boxes of gold ingots from before, and donated them all to Qingfu Temple to make sesame oil money!"

Yinzhen pondered Qingyang's expression anxiously in his heart, it seemed that he showed a satisfied expression, and at the same time he was relieved, but at the same time, Yinzhen felt very distressed, and at the same time was very angry, and pushed his third brother: "You just stay Stand still! Today everyone, I broke the money, why? It’s all to save you! You don’t spend a penny? Do you have a conscience? Don’t you feel guilty when you dream back at midnight?!”

Yinzhi: "..."

The third prince wept and took out the silver ticket: "I thought that if I came out with you, Lao Jiu, I wouldn't need to spend money... I was going to buy some good pens, inks, papers and inkstones for this money..."

While talking, Yinzhi looked at Qingyang, trying to make him feel weak and pitiful.

However, Qingyang has already pulled out the silver ticket neatly and stuffed it into the lapel of his shirt: "Mastiff did a good job today! Show your skills, this team finally looks a bit serious. We can consider expanding the scale in the future."

"..." Obai looked at the crying three corpse gods, and couldn't help thinking: What scale should be expanded?

The size of the Yin soldiers, or the size of the fleece troop?