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

If ghosts want to go to the underworld, they need the guidance of ghost messengers.You have to have the guide issued by the city god before you can set foot on the road to Huangquan.

Qingyang rescued the ghosts who had finished the book one by one, and then summoned the ghost messenger: "Hey, why is he not the big brother before. I almost thought I was still on a business trip..."

Because there are many ghosts who need to go to the underworld, ten ghosts came. Qingyang poked around in the team for a while, but he couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he didn't see any familiar faces.

How nice was the big brother before, he was so loose, he made two transactions, and gave him a few extra cents both times.

The ghost messengers remained silent, and kept a safe social distance: "..."

To be honest, they didn't really want to come.The colleague who came last time was slapped six times, and he was photographed directly from the underworld of the Wangchuan River. After struggling for a long time, he was able to go ashore.

The same is true for this call. Most of the ghost messengers are daunted by the level of protection of the gods of Qingfu Temple. They didn't want to come, but let's see what happens to the three corpse gods... In the end, ten unlucky ghosts were released. , Come up to deal with the difference.

There are not many living souls collected by the White Lotus Sect, because the living souls leave the body for a long time, and people will naturally die.But there are so many ghosts. They have been lurking in Qinhuai for nearly [-] years. They have captured thousands of ghosts. When the rewards were finally counted, the ghost messenger who had originally planned not to talk to him couldn't help but click his tongue: "Hey, my dear!" If we come again so many times, we will not have enough money on hand."

Yin souls can't use the currency of the yang world, and the reason why the underworld has gold and silver from the yang world as rewards is because they have to deal with people who eat in the underworld, so they occasionally make transactions with Taoist priests and Gu masters.

The underworld provides some ghost energy to the partner who has confirmed good conduct to help the other party strengthen the strength of their servant ghosts or Gu insects, and the partner returns gold and silver from Yangjian as a reward.

Qingyang took the money, and shook hands with the Guicha brothers one by one with a smile to say goodbye: "It's okay, if there is no money, there will be other things..."

Ghost messengers: "..."

shudder!They are ghosts, why do they feel cold when shaking hands with this stranger?

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Qingyang burned incense for the Guichai brothers as a reward for the hard work of holding the soul.Looking at the time, the sky is not yet bright, and there is still time to take a nap when we rush back.

The Taoist priests and the princes all left separately, Qingyang sleepily held the small statue and the five tablets, and looked back with the mastiff.

Running all the way, boring, Qingyang yawned and turned into the narrow alley——

Obai: "Look! Let's see why it's so bright there. Is there a remnant of the White Lotus Sect to retaliate and come here to set off will-o'-the-wisps?!"

Qingyang was also terrified, and hurried into the viewing room to have a look: "...What's the situation?" Qingyang walked to the side of the shining mantra, and observed it for a while in wonder, "It's still glowing...it can't be turned off. ?"

It wasn't set on fire and pulled down, Aobai drifted back to the screen wall to sleep without interest, while Qingyang stayed and picked for a while: "Hey, I still can't pick it off!"

Speechless, do you know that turning on such big lights at night is considered light pollution?

Qingyang was at a loss for what to do with the mantra, so he had to go and put the small statue and memorial tablet in place first, wash up briefly, and return to his hut to get dressed and lie down, ready to hurry up and squat for a while before dawn.

With eyes closed, Qingyang rolled over on the bed a few times, "..."

As soon as he sat up, he went to the small utility room behind the kitchen to get a spare curtain, moved a ladder, and covered the mantra with Yan Shi.

"Hello." Aobai poked his head out from the screen wall, because he couldn't sleep well because of the blue light, so he happened to talk to Qingyang, "That little girl Chen Yuanyuan hasn't come back yet, what do you think?"

Qingyang climbed down the ladder and nodded solemnly: "If the shopkeeper is absent tomorrow, some wages can be deducted."

Obai: "???"

"Just kidding," Qingyang said with a grin, "maybe he is still being persuaded by the old monk! With the old monk around, Yuanyuan's safety will be fine. Buddhism says 'Dependent Origination', which means that all conditioned dharmas are It is due to various causes and conditions. This is the relationship between Yuanyuan and the old monk, so let's not interfere!"

Obai listened to Qingyang's speech quite advanced, as if he understood it, he couldn't help being persuaded, and slowly retreated back to the screen wall without knowing it.

Qingyang: "Then wait for Yuanyuan to bring the old monk to the temple, that is the origin of the old monk and me hehehehe..."

Obai: "..."

Nie Yuan!Is the origin of the old monk and the little girl just to prepare him for being plucked by you? ?

Chen Yuanyuan didn't return all night. After Qingyang got up, he lowered the curtain that covered the words. While thinking about turning around and setting up a curtain here, he contacted Chen Yuanyuan through the ghost deed: "I haven't come back for so long. I'm afraid you are not Are you going to abandon the Tao and follow the Buddha again?"

"Impossible, boss, please don't disturb me to quarrel!" Chen Yuanyuan gritted her teeth, "This old monk is still quite clear-headed at his age. I really can't argue with him, so don't talk to me! Today I must Get rid of this follower!"

Qingyang is speechless, Jue Ming followed the path of Shakyamuni Buddha's eight-phase enlightenment, he has gone through the six phases, only two phases are left, Chen Yuanyuan, who has abandoned Buddha halfway, still wants to fight with others... Forget it, forget it, Let's quarrel, anyway, in the end, the old monk will come to his temple to get the rosary.

Just as the curtains were being folded, the Ninth Prince walked in from outside the Taoist temple: "Master!"

How bright the eight-character mantra is, it is dazzling to look directly at during the day, but Yinzhen saw it after yelling.This mantra is three-pointed, and there is no mechanism at the top. When he came to Qingfu Temple last time, it was just ordinary ink characters, but now it has become like this. Could it be that the battle against the demon monk last night made merit or something?

Yinzhen guessed wildly, he didn't know much about Taoism.The Manchu royal family had always admired shamanism and Tibetan Buddhism. It was because Yinzhen was seriously ill at the age of nine that he was saved by a missionary that he gradually developed a good impression of Western culture and missionaries.

Later, the Portuguese missionary Mu Jingyuan became his most trusted subordinate who was always by his side. For Yinzhen, he probably knew more about Jesus than Taoism.

Yinzhen withdrew his eyes: "The battle last night, we are also a life-threatening friendship, I will speak directly if I have something to say."

Thinking of what to talk about next, Yinzhen touched his chest in great pain: "I want to talk about cooperation with the master."

The tears shed today are all the water that entered my mind at the beginning.Yinzhen thought miserably, it would be fine if he hadn't rejected the master before, but now he doesn't know whether the master agrees to cooperate...

"Oh," Qingyang looked behind Yinzhen, "Why didn't Mu Jingyuan follow?"

It's a pity, he wanted to ask Mu Jingyuan if there was a chance to ask Mu Jingyuan to bring some good things from Portugal, and offer them to his master for fun.

Yinzhen: "...?"

Why, I don't want to let go of those who didn't come. Is this wool wool recorded? ?

Yinzhen forcibly brought the topic back to cooperation, and said in a cheeky whisper: "That's right, Chunsheng Restaurant, I don't want to just give up like this. Master, can you ask the God of Wealth to give me a blessing or something? In the future, the dividends of Chunsheng Restaurant, We are evenly divided!"

Yinzhen had already estimated that the revenues of Chunsheng Restaurant and Qingfu Restaurant were poor, so it was no wonder that Qingyang was able to say that the dividend was [-]/[-].Qingfu Restaurant's income exceeded Chunsheng's by many times. If it was really because of the blessing of the God of Wealth, even if it was split half and half, then he would be the one who took advantage.

"?" Qingyang said slowly, "I hope you don't blindly believe..."

Yinzhen: "..."

Grandmaster?What crazy things are you talking about.

Qingyang very conscientiously reminded: "If your restaurant is not opened well, there is still hope. You don't have to invite the God of Wealth."

Qingyang: "There are too many restaurants in the world, and there are quite a few restaurants like Chunsheng who specialize in one cuisine and are expensive, so why didn't Chunsheng Restaurant succeed? Because you have to think about it, the competition from your Chunsheng Restaurant Where is the point?"

"Environment!" Yinzhen was heartbroken as soon as he said it, "But I also heard from diners before that those environments started to look fresh, and it was boring to go there a few times. After all, they are all fake, and fake ones are not as good as real."

"That is to say!" Qing Yang clapped his hands, "Your restaurant has high prices, so most of the people who eat at your restaurant still have the ability to go to the real thing. If this is the case, why do you want to fake it? But if , not really?"

Qingyang's smile gradually became strange: "Please allow me to recommend three new themes for you - modern, cyberpunk, and science fiction."

Yinzhen was engrossed in how to make money, completely oblivious to Qingyang's expression: "Oh, but please give me some advice, Master."

"It is impossible not to be generous." The woolen man finally revealed his true face, and Qingyang slowly stated the key points of his laying, "In addition to God of Wealth's blessing, I also provided technical support, seven or three points. "

Yinzhen: "?????"

The price increase is too scary!Is it a punishment for not agreeing to cooperate with him before? Huh... But after careful calculation in my heart, it is still very profitable.

Yinzhen said cruelly, "Done!"

You oily ghost, for money, I am willing to make a deal with the devil!

"Well, there is one more thing." Qingyang said in Yinzhen's frightened eyes again, "You have also seen that the service attitude of the servants in Qingfu restaurant is first-class. Those are all I hired people from Xiaozhai Alley. I hope that when the servants of Chunsheng Restaurant are replaced, the vacant positions can be leisurely provided to the people in Xiaozhai Alley. Please rest assured, the Ninth Prince, since I have taken extra bonuses, the training is also up to me Responsible."

Qingyang's eyes fell to the outside: "There are many families in the narrow alley, and they even live in the open air beside the toilet. I want to help if I can, are you willing?"

"..." Yinzhen's eyes were complicated, and he couldn't help but look at the mantra of the eight-character mantra that was shining brightly.

The immortal way is precious, and there is no measure of human beings.

Yinzhen: "Master Wuwu, don't take off your ghost skin suddenly, it makes me really want to donate money to you!!"

Qingyang showed the same touched expression as Yinzhen, stepped forward, and held Yinzhen's hand tightly: "—Donate if you want, don't restrain yourself."

Yinzhen: "..."

The emotion came to an abrupt end, and Yinzhen withdrew her hand expressionlessly: "Forget it, I don't think about it anymore."

After discussing business with Qingyang, Yinzhen took Qingyang to find his third brother Yinzhi.

With his soul separated from his body, and having been in close contact with Aobai for so long, Yin Zhi's condition is actually very bad, and he needs to stabilize his soul.

"The third brother went out in the morning, and he said he was going to find Mr. Rong..." Yinzhen noticed Qingyang's footsteps paused in the middle of speaking, "Why? You also know Mr. Rong?"

Qingyang scratched his head: "It's a coincidence, it's a family business again."

There is no need for Yinzhen to lead the way. Qingyang is familiar with the way to the private school. I thought I could hear the sound of books, but I didn't expect that just at the gate——

I saw Yinzhi pulling Nalan Rongruo and stuffing the banknote into the other party's hand: "Sir, sir must accept it, a little bit of my heart, I beg you to send more of your poetry collections to the capital!! I still have a lot of friends who want to watch."

How can Nalan Rongruo resist Yinzhi? Yinzhi's strength is enough to drag Yinzhen backwards, and his clothes are messed up in the room, which immediately makes the scene of this fan boy domineering and becomes an idol. The apprentice robbed the ghosts: "No... no need! Although it is true that there is no money to spend, a gentleman has a way to get money..."

"..." Yinzhen suffocated instantly, why did the third brother lose his mind when he woke up.Feeling ashamed, he stepped forward and tried to split the two of them: "Third brother! This is a big crowd, and under the bright and bright world, how dignified it is to gossip and chatter!"

Yin Zhi showed the expression of "asking for resale after being out of print" and "seeking to buy with double the price": "but poetry anthology..."

Qingyang, however, set his eyes on the banknote in Yinzhi's hand, thoughtfully: So it hasn't been drained yet...

Yinzhen frowned: "Don't you have the original? Just ask someone to copy a few more copies!"

"What do you know!" Yin Zhi said angrily, "People who don't engage in literature will not know that every time an additional book is copied, one of the original authors will be hurt...Mr. Rong must be for this reason, so he didn't Money to print a new book!"

Nalan Rongruo bowed her head in shame: "That's not... me, I spend too much money on paper and ink, that's why I have no money."

"..." Yinzhi adjusted his neckline awkwardly, and stood up straight, "Well, why is the master here too?"

Nalan Rongruo hurriedly said: "I was saved by the master. Now this private school was also built with the help of the master, and so is the collection of poems. The master is kind-hearted, and the children in the private school are all from the narrow alleys. tuition fees."

Yinzhen talked about Yinzhi, and said in a low voice: "You can ask a few less questions? The master said before that he had never been to a private school. Isn't this a pity for the master? I guess the master opened this private school because he didn't want Xiao Zhai The kids in the alley are like him."

Yinzhi was very moved, especially when Mr. Rong said that the master saved him: "Thank you, I thank the master on Mr. Rong's behalf!"

...What is this position, what does it mean?Qingyang was shaken wildly by Yinzhi's hand, and said vigilantly: "I don't agree, this marriage."

"..." Nalan Rongruo hesitated to speak, Yinzhen also rolled his eyes.

While crazily complaining about the third brother and the master in his heart, Yinzhen casually looked into the private school, and was instantly startled: "Hey!"

The children who were studying were silently watching the gossip with their big black eyes open.

Nalan Rongruo also came to his senses: "Oh, in fact, this son said before that besides poetry, he is also good at geometry. I was curious, so I asked a few more questions, and agreed to talk about it after class... ..."

To be honest, when he was stopped at first, he was taken aback, thinking that his identity had been recognized.It was only later that he remembered that he was wearing the talisman that had been blessed by Master Qingyang, and while he was able to walk freely during the day, his appearance was also different from that of his life, how could Yinzhi recognize himself.

"Huh?" Qingyang's ears twitched, "How much do you know? Would you like to give a lesson to the children in the private school?"

Yinzhi Youzi was immersed in the touching deeds of the master that Nalan Rongruo and Yinzhen had instilled in him, and his emotions were on the verge of rising. When he heard the invitation, he almost didn't even think about it and immediately said: "Okay!"

The third child is cute and ignorant, teaching geometry to students with banknotes.Qingyang's eyes were locked on the bank note, wishing that a five ghosts could carry it...

Yinzhen didn't see that Qingyang was coveting Yinzhi's banknotes, and thought that Qingyang had never heard of geometry, so he adored Yinzhi, so he stared at Yinzhi without turning his eyes.

Yinzhen felt that as a partner, she couldn't be compared with others: "What is geometry, I can speak Western!"

Qingyang: "Okay! You are in the next class!"

Yinzhen: "...?"

Yinzhen was pushed by Qingyang to stand in line behind Yinzhi, always feeling that something was wrong.

Qingyang has already consciously walked back to the door, so as not to affect the teaching, while watching Yinzhi teaching the children, he murmured: "Oh, what a rare talent, I hope you live longer..." I sincerely After blessing, Qingyang thought again, in fact, it's okay to die, just sign a ghost contract like Rong'er, "Well, everything depends on fate."

When the two princes talked dryly and finished their classes, Qingyang stretched out his hand to invite the children again: "Your Highness, look, how pitiful these children are, they can't eat well or wear warm clothes. Not a donation."

Yinzhi: "..."

Kinda rhymes.

The children looked at them with big watery eyes, showing their desire for life and knowledge.

After a stick of incense.

The two brothers who returned to Chunsheng Restaurant to drink tea: "...Wait, isn't it?"

I teach, and I pay back the money? ?

The news of the White Lotus Sect was extremely important. Yinzhen and Yinzhi held people in custody and important evidence, so it was not good to delay in Qinhuai, so they quickly rectified their troops and escorted the White Lotus Sect members to Beijing.

On the way back to Beijing, the two brothers sat in the same carriage, relatively silent.

I was scraped twice in a row and it hurt a little.

Yinzhen's memory is particularly deep. After all, it's not the first time he has met the master. It's really a once-in-a-lifetime meeting. I only hope that what Qingyang said about cyber...what kind of stuff can really save the defeat of Chunsheng Restaurant However, he was constrained by his status and responsibilities, and he couldn't stay in Qinhuai forever. This series of reforms still had to fall on Qingyang.

Because they were escorting the prisoners, the news had already reached the Forbidden City before Yinzhen and the others arrived in the capital.Kangxi did not expect that Yinzhi and Yinzhen would go to Qinhuai as a cover to find out the root of the White Lotus Sect. He was overjoyed and hoped day and night until the two sons really returned to Beijing and hooked up with the White Lotus Sect in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The roster of officials and evidence were handed over to Kangxi.

Kangxi: "..."

He held the register in his right hand, and piled the evidence on his left.

After a careful comparison, those corrupt officials whom he had suspected for a long time, and secretly arranged to bring them to the surface, were on the list.The ones he wasn't sure about, or even found out, were on the list.

Kangxi: "..."

The pretense was too good, and he finished the chess game by himself, leaving him, a chess player, with nothing to play.

"Hmm..." Kangxi was proud of his son, but he also felt a little apprehensive, "What kind of reward do you want?"

Generally speaking, when he asked this question, among the sons, only Baocheng and the old fourteen dared to really ask for a reward, and the others all said that it was an honor for the sons to share the worries of Huang Ama.After some hypocritical pushing and giving, Kangxi rewarded his son with the reward he had thought about long ago.

He has already thought about it, the third child is good at writing, and he will reward the third child with some calligraphy and paintings later.Lao Jiu likes western things, and it just so happens that he has a clock and watch brought in from the West, which can be given to Lao Jiu.Give them some positions with real power, but not so important...

Kangxi kindly encouraged the two silent sons: "Just say it, you have made a great contribution this time."

Anyway, no matter how much you encourage them, they won't dare to ask for it——

As soon as Yinzhi bowed to the ground, he choked up and said, "I beg Emperor Ama to reward you with some silver."

Yinzhen was scratched with more oil than Yinzhi: "I beg the emperor Ama to reward you with more silver!"

Kangxi: "..."

What's going on... After the boss, are the third and ninth brothers also bankrupt?

After Qingyang's unremitting efforts, Qingfuguan finally has the money to carry out the overall renovation!

"There is also a private school. Last time, the money donated to the private school by His Highness the Third Highness and the Ninth Highness, I have gone to buy books for the children according to the list of books you gave." Qingyang's wool is not all for himself, " There are also pens, inks, papers and inkstones that you want, and this time they have been supplemented."

Nalan Rongruo wept with joy: "That's great, I almost thought I was going to write a letter to ask Dad to borrow money..."

"..." Qingyang may have regretted it for half a second, and continued to look forward steadily, "You also have to save a little. The paper and ink prepared for you this time are not as expensive as the ones you used before. Some cheap goods. There is a rich way to live, and a poor way to live poorly. Don’t go from extravagant to frugal.”

Nalan Rongruo said firmly: "I will work hard..."

"Crack, crack..." Oboi was so angry that he gnawed at the screen wall, what, he seemed to be wronged, obviously up to now, his master still provides him with incense, and he can live alone in private school.

Aobai pressed bitterly: "Thinking back then, the old man had no more wealth and land than his Nalan family? Now he is not going to do as the Romans do, this kid is so hypocritical!"

He coughed heavily, and floated to Qingyang's side: "What are you doing?"

"The new background of Chunsheng Restaurant, this style is called cyberpunk."

After thinking about it, Qingyang still feels that this theme can stimulate the ancient people's perception the most, break their cognition, and make them feel refreshed, and it is absolutely impossible for anyone to imitate it—those neon lights are all under the leadership of Oboi. It is made of the ghost energy absorbed from the soldiers, and its appearance is blessed with talisman paper.This blessing is two-way, one is to wrap the ghost energy and use the talisman paper to form the effect of a neon transparent tube, and the other is to prevent someone from trying to destroy it.

Qingyang: "Although we have money on hand now, repairing the Taoist temple is a big deal. We must find good bricklayers and carpenters to do it, and we can't be careless. I have already contacted good people, but there are also workers on hand over there. Finished, when they arrive in a few days, we will move out temporarily, if it is not possible, we will go to Chunsheng Restaurant or Du Chenghuang Temple."

While speaking, a fissure suddenly opened in the center of the Taoist temple without warning, and a red-clothed ghost fell from it.

"Fuck!" Qingyang's talisman was almost crooked, he jumped up and grabbed San Qingling, "Where did this thing come from!"

However, the red-clothed ghost seemed more dazed than Qingyang, with blood on his mouth, as if he was caught on the way to hurt someone.

After a while, several fierce ghosts fell from the crack one after another, each more dazed than the other, and the supernatural power coming from the Sanqing Hall and the Piandian made them dare not move, only the whining ghosts screamed and scratched their heads on the spot , or lick the remaining human blood on the corners of the mouth and hands.

Then, the talismans that Qingyang had spread out to dry on the ground flew up out of thin air, and quickly rolled them into tubes in the shape of those neon lights that Qingyang had made. The ghostly aura turned into colorful neon lights, and finally piled up at Qingyang's feet like offering treasures.

The evil ghosts were drained of all their ghost energy, and now they were worse than Nalan Rongruo, crying and fell in the air, showing the appearance of salted fish at the mercy of others.

Qingyang: "..."

Well, he seems to know what's going on.

Ever since the incident with the hairpin flower, the master would give him a surprise in the early morning from time to time, for example, today, he gave him the raw materials for neon lights.

Qingyang very consciously put down the work in hand. Generally, the puppy at home brings gifts, and it is basically time to feed him. He walked to the kitchen, and the apron flew out automatically, wanting to tie it on him: "No, no, today I’ve been preparing the snacks since I got up in the morning, and they should be almost ready now, just serve them out.”

Qingyang couldn't figure out whether the white lotus given by the master that day would explode according to the master's personality if he threw it away, so he hung it upside down at the door of the kitchen, preparing to make it into a dried flower.

Just as Qingyang was about to open the door, he saw it, and couldn't help sighing: "How does it feel, I've been fighting with cults all the time, I obviously just want to make money to support my family...it must be the gourd baby, and it's going to spoil me."

Just as he was complaining, Chen Yuanyuan yelled and cursed at the entrance of the Taoist temple: "Chasing! Chasing! You still chasing! Come and see! The old monk is shameless! Chasing women in broad daylight!"

The kind voice of the old monk Jueming also came: "What the benefactor said is wrong, you are not human."

Chen Yuanyuan: "????"

Whether this old monk wants to save me or not, why is he still scolding ghosts?

Chen Yuanyuan said stubbornly: "What's wrong with people, you are an old monk, is it an honor to chase a beautiful female ghost? You are a deadhead, don't you know how to give up, I have already said that I will never give up greedy for money... I That is to say, those who love money!"

Jue Ming: "Oh, the benefactor is wrong again. You are not loving money, nor are you greedy for money. You are greedy and stingy."

Chen Yuanyuan: "?????"

The old monk probably didn't come here to kill ghosts, so he told the truth, he was not polite at all, and stabbed her with a knife.

Chen Yuanyuan was so angry that she crossed her hips and cursed: "Damn donkey! Old guy!" She held back for a while, but she didn't want to scold too hard. After all, the old monk had given her Buddhist beads to protect her body before, so she could only scream Jumping into the Taoist temple at once, lying behind the screen wall, protruding his head, "Hmph, don't you want to chase? If you have the ability, you can chase into the Taoist temple!"

Um?Qingyang's attention was suddenly attracted by the old monk, and he hurried to the kitchen, brought out the refreshments he had prepared earlier to offer to the master, and then rushed to the gate to wave: "Come on, master, come in quickly!"

Jueming: "..."

Chen Yuanyuan: "..."

"..." Jue Ming silently took a step back.