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

Kangxi's sons were still actively crowdfunding and trying to pull the old father into the water, but when Qingyang saw the frightened and fleeing laborers on the river bank, he suddenly got up, picked up Wei Zhongxian, and threw him to Brother Zhao's feet. Jue Xin's shoulder: "Let's go!"

Wei Zhongxian was overjoyed, and immediately wanted to get up and try to escape, but was stepped on by Zhao Gongming like he stepped on a watermelon: "I warn you not to move, rub the dust on my shoe, will you wipe it for me?"

Zhao Gongming sized up Wei Zhongxian with critical eyes, and raised his chin proudly: "Your ancestors burned incense for eight generations, and I'm just stepping on it today."

Wei Zhongxian's face was trampled into the ground: "...#@￥!#"

"It's Xiao Jingui..." Zhao Gongming's thoughts were no longer on Wei Zhongxian, he looked at Qingyang and muttered, "Such a good opportunity to make money, why bring an extra monk?"

On the bank of the Yellow River, which was about to break its embankment, Qingyang had already shown his determination to evacuate the crowd by using their magical powers.After there was no one by the river, Jue Xin made his handprints and recited the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva heart mantra silently several times, and the treasured image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appeared behind him.

Different from other Bodhisattvas, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's treasure appearance is very simple, like an ordinary monk, with a bald head and no crown, wearing a cassock, holding a mani bead in one hand, and a tin staff in the other.

"Roar——" The tomb-slayer beasts in the two waterspouts felt threatened, and they set off higher waves under anxiety, and their figures also enlarged.

"My God, what kind of monster is that!"

The people all backed away in horror, the tomb-slayer beast was big enough for them to see clearly the appearance of the evil beast making waves: the long-tongued missiles spit out like a hanged ghost, set off huge waves, and its eyes were round and protruding. There is also a pair of wings behind it, taking them to hide in the waterspout.

Juexin did not waver, like the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva behind him, he closed his eyes lightly, with a peaceful face, chanted mantras, and stretched out his hands towards the two waterspouts seemingly with ease, while the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva behind him Then Baoxiang emitted a golden light and grew bigger inch by inch. He imprisoned a tomb-suppressing beast with one hand, and two waterspouts collapsed and fell down on the spot!

Xiao Zhuang's eyes were still fixed on Kangxi who hadn't seen him for a long time, but under the light of the Buddha, her eyes were subconsciously attracted to him - seeing the Bodhisattva with the solemn and precious appearance, the center of the Bodhisattva's treasured appearance, and the Ksitigarbha. Wang Bodhisattva generally has a gentle face, bathed in the absolute heart of Buddha's light.

The holy name of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, transliterated in Sanskrit as Qichadi Bosha, has seven meanings.

There are two meanings in it, one is that it can contain righteousness, it can contain all living beings, accommodate it in the heart of the Bodhisattva, and accommodate it to live in peace;

The two tomb-suppressing beasts originally had a fierce look in their eyes and resisted to the death, but amidst the sound of Juexin's chanting, their movements gradually calmed down, and their sounds changed from a terrifying roar to a coquettish grunt. The shape also shrunk inch by inch, and finally fell into Jue Xin's arms, and changed back to the original squatting appearance, which was inexplicably ugly and cute.

"Living Bodhisattva..."

"Quick! Worship the Bodhisattva!"

"I beg Bodhisattva to bless Xiaomin's son's title on the gold list!"

The people who were still desperately retreating back, this time desperately rushed forward again, pushing and fighting each other, and only heard a loud crash in their ears:

"coax--"

"It's not good—the embankment has burst—the water, the flood is coming—"

I don't know who yelled first, the people's forward steps stopped immediately, and they retreated in fear.

Jue Xin stretched out his hands in the air, but the Bodhisattva treasure figure behind him stretched out two giant palms to stop the flood that came at a speed that was unmatched by human beings.

"Blocking is worse than sparse, how long can the master's aura last?" Zhang Penghe also rushed over at this time, and he couldn't help but look directly at the direction of the flood, while persuading Kangxi, "Your Majesty, this place is dangerous, I'm afraid it will be destroyed at any time." The flood is submerged, and please retreat with your majesty!"

"Your Highness! Your Royal Highness! You have just recovered from your illness, how can you get up now?"

There was also commotion from the place where the prince was staying, and several servant girls chased him out, anxiously trying to stop the prince who wanted to go out with only a single layer of clothes on, but they didn't dare.

Yinfeng had just passed through a gate of life and death, his face returned to his previous paleness, but his eyes were as bright as two stars, fixedly staring at the direction of the flood.

In the golden light, a majestic blue light, first faint and then dazzling, pierced through the Buddha's light like a sharp knife.

Qingyang stood above the turbulent waves out of thin air, holding a long sword in his right hand, the sword glowed blue, buzzed, exuding a terrifying pressure that even the treasured figure of the Bodhisattva wanted to retreat.

Counting the time of the White Lotus Sect, this is the second time that Qingyang asked his master for supernatural powers. When he held the phantom of the sword in his hand, powerful power poured into his limbs and bones, and the evil thoughts that hadn't arisen for a long time whispered in his mind again:

The power of this sword can divide the heaven and the earth, break the sun and the moon, and stop the prosperity.

The world is not benevolent, and all things are regarded as dogs, so why save these ants and ants, and split the road to immortality with a sword, wouldn't it be pleasant?

"Brother, you are really not a demon born by me, are you?" Qingyang put the small statue on his back, supported the sword shadow with his left hand, and raised the sword with both hands, "I knew it when I was five years old. It shouldn’t be explained that way.”

The blue light that can break the world is swallowing on the edge of the sword, and Qingyang's hand moves according to his heart, and he strikes down with the sword!

Just like Moses divided the sea, the torrential flood was cut off by this sword, and even the deep silt accumulated on the Yellow River was also split into a spacious river by the sword.

The huge turbid wave was first stirred up by the sword energy, almost turned out of the bodhisattva's treasure, and then retreated naturally with the gravity.

This time, there was no silted sand, and the river ran smoothly along the river to the distance, and even the land that was originally submerged by the rising river water was revealed again.

"..." Yinfeng supported the door, remained silent for a while, passed through the stunned maidservants, and went back to the room to lie down.

Close your eyes, it's all the sharpness of that sword.

Qingyang leaned on the sword, looked down at the people from shock to carnival, and then rushed to kneel down, took out San Qingling and said calmly:

"This is to say that the attitude of heaven and earth towards all things is the same. No one is particularly good to anyone, nor is it particularly bad to anyone."

Kangxi in the mansion, seeing all this, couldn't help rushing forward a few steps, his mood seemed to be split in two: as a benevolent monarch, he was very surprised that the flood receded and the people were fine; The emperor, he was also worried about whether what the people saw would shake the rule of the Qing Dynasty.

However, the Sanqing bell rang, resounding through the sky and spreading across the banks of the Yellow River.

After witnessing all of this, the expressions of the common people and soldiers who were either shocked, fanatical, or in awe gradually became confused. Accompanied by Jue Xin's blessing and chanting, this thrilling disaster gradually faded from their memory. Separated from the middle, removed by the bell and scriptures.

In big scenes like this before, such as the remnants of the third prince Zhu, the White Lotus Sect, etc., after the event is over, Qingyang will use the three clear bells to eradicate the memories of the people present, leaving only fat sheep to ask for money, including driving away the prince When the stewards he sent were waiting for his servants, he only left them with the memory of "the prince met a Taoist priest named Qingyang, who seemed to have some skills, but what specific skills, I can't remember".Otherwise, the secret book that Kangxi received at the beginning was not just about Qingyang's "beautiful appearance, he was honored as a master by the prince", but several magical short stories.

When the bell rang, Kangxi looked at the people around him doing their own things, as if nothing had happened, and he couldn't help asking Qingyang who had returned to the courtyard with some vigilance: "Master has such ability, why do you still do it?" Want to erase everyone's memory?"

Qingyang returned to the posture of a primary school student holding a statue, cute and cute, but what he said was extremely profound: "Depending on the gods, people will not make progress. Think about it, farmers want to have a bumper harvest. If you don't study how to To take care of and improve grain, I only know how to pray to gods and worship Buddha; when a patient is sick, I don’t know how to go to a doctor in a hospital, and the doctor doesn’t know how to improve medical skills, but only knows how to burn incense to God..." Qingyang changed the subject, rolled his eyes, "The gods don't want to raise giant babies either."

Just like a narrow alley, Qingyang never encouraged people to believe in gods and get everything, but instead provided them with a job opportunity and gave children a chance to learn. As for whether the opportunity can be grasped, what will be the result in the end? So, it still depends on yourself.

Qingyang said: "Cultivation itself requires detachment from the common world. We will only come out to stop it when evil ways like this are causing trouble and hurting people's lives. Usually, we are basically pursuing our own path to immortality." Qingyang couldn't help sighing, "To To become a fairy before death, the time is too tight..."

Kangxi didn't show it on the face, but there was a movement in his heart.

Judging from what he said, this Master Qingyang was not going to interfere with worldly affairs, so his original plan to ask Master Qingyang to chop a few more times to see if he could dredge the Yellow River was too simple.But this is also a good thing, the master's idea coincides with him, firstly, he does not want his subjects to become giant babies who only know how to rely on the gods, and secondly, in this way, these transcendent masters will not affect everyone. Qing rule.

Kangxi thought about all kinds of thoughts, and when he went back to find his grandmother, he was disappointed to find that the time had passed and everything in front of him returned to normal.

But his mind was actually strengthened because of the opening of this new door.

That's right, being weak and indulging in the past is useless for the future, and the only one you can rely on is yourself.

Kangxi sincerely said to Qingyang and Juexin: "Thanks to the two masters for their help, and also to Master Qingyang for allowing me to cross Yin and Yang with my grandmother and have another chance to see each other again. As a reward, I will transfer money from the treasury. 500 taels of grained silver will be donated to this eminent monk’s temple as sesame oil money, and another 1000 taels of grained silver will be donated to Master Qingyang’s Taoist temple as sesame oil money.”

Zhao Gongming was still leaning against the side of the carriage, stepping on Wei Zhongxian, when he heard the words: "?!!"

How many? ?

Under Qingyang's shocked gaze, Kangxi's cheeky face remained unchanged.

He is poor, really not rich.The money stolen from corrupt officials in Lingpu and Qinhuai before had to be returned to the construction of various places, whether it was disaster relief or building dams, etc., it was a huge sum of money.

Qingyang liver is a Taoist temple of liver, Juexingan is a temple of liver—and the huge debt owed to Qingyang, and Kangxi liver is the whole country of liver...

Take a look at Master Qingyang's ability to scrape oil and water. If there is one in ten, there will be two?No, no, the price cannot be set too high.

Kangxi had a small calculation in his heart, completely unaware that his grandmother hadn't left at all, so Xiaozhuang looked at the back of Kangxi's head blankly...

Let her do the math, the prince's life is worth a hundred taels of gold, and a disaster relief is worth 500 taels of silver, so adding or subtracting, her filial piety is worth 500 taels of silver? ? ?

It's not because the grandson is too picky to feel ashamed, she Xiaozhuang refuses to accept it!

Originally, she wanted to entrust Kangxi with a dream tonight, to tell her grandson the truth, as well as some business secrets, but now she can't, she deserves to be scrapped, and she should get her due value back no matter what!

Zhao Gongming was still beside him: "Look, this is human nature. Grandmother only has one, and there are so many sons. The old grandmother had a lot of hardships in having children and raising grandchildren. The grandson only needs to have a good time in bed. A son is worth a hundred taels of gold. The old grandmother is worth 500 taels of silver, what kind of grandson is this, he is not as good as our little Jingui treats his master, even us!"

Xiaozhuang: "..."

In Xiaozhuang's temple, he had seen Qingyang's hut, even after renovation, it has not become spacious at all, there is only a single bed, a futon, and an oil lamp inside.Compared with the side hall, there is already a gap between the rich and the poor, but compared to the main hall, it is even worse.

If there is no comparison, there will be no harm. Qingyang's attitude of suffering and not suffering, immediately turned the behavior of Kangxi, the grandson, into a thorn in his heart.

On the other side, Qingyang was also shocked, and he opened his mouth and said, "The monk's five hundred also belongs to the poor Taoist, and the money he owes to the poor Taoist has not been paid back yet."

Jue Xin, who was originally in a complicated mood because of his son's reward, said, "..."

Kangxi and the princes: "..."

It's really you, you slicker.

Only Zhao Gongming raised his brows with joy, and stomped his feet fiercely: "I'll just say it, I didn't realize until now that our little Jingui is smart! It turned out that he had expected the emperor to be stingy, so he brought one more monk and one more The monk has an extra coin!"

Wei Zhongxian, whose whole body was buried in the soil: "...@#￥￥#@"

Qingyang is modest: "Low-key, low-key, general operation."

"Huh?" Kangxi could no longer see ghosts and gods, seeing Qingyang pressing his hand against the air, "What is the master talking about?"

Qingyang didn't blush at all: "They are all boasting that Pindao's righteous deed this time is far more than 500 taels of silver."

Kangxi: "..."

Kangxi turned his head nonchalantly: "Master, let's talk about how to deal with this Wei Zhongxian now."

According to Kangxi's meaning, if Wei Zhongxian dared to hurt the prince, even if he couldn't cut him to pieces, he should be shattered, and he would never be reborn.

Qingyang has calmly fiddled with the super-duplication face to face: "Your Majesty probably doesn't know the details of hell?"

"It is said that there are eighteen floors in hell, and these eighteen floors are arranged according to the length of punishment and the degree of severity. Each floor is 750 times more painful than the previous one, and life is doubled. This 'layer', isn't it Speaking of the "layer" of the floor, it distinguishes between time and punishment, especially time. On the first floor, 1 years are a day, and ghosts who come here have to serve 500 years in prison. The second floor, 2 years One day, you have to serve [-] years in prison."

Wei Zhongxian's whole ghost started to tremble, and his tongue flew wildly in horror: "Master, I think it's good to be lost! Give me a good time!"

He knew very well that he was full of crimes and sins during his lifetime, according to Qingyang's meaning, he might as well just be out of his wits.Thinking about it, Wei Zhongxian began to cry again, regretting that he was clinging to the tomb-suppressing beast, why did he come here for revenge?

It is said that when it is time to repay grievances, the eternal truth!

Qingyang turned a deaf ear and said to Kangxi: "Before you destroyed Wei Zhongxian's tomb, he didn't do anything evil to you. Even the aphrodisiac amulet recognized his justification for revenge. You let Pindao drive him away? You want to be punished for Wei Zhongxian? "

Kangxi said quickly: "Extending speed is very good."

After a pause, Kangxi felt uneasy again, and couldn't help emphatically adding: "This Wei Zhongxian is not what I want to save, it's your own opinion, Daoist."

But he can't blame him again at that time.

Qingyang was grinning, and amidst Wei Zhongxian's desperate "No" voice, he took the money handed over by the ghost messenger: "Don't worry, my lord, someone will always pay the bill."

Kangxi: "..."

Kangxi suddenly felt a little afraid to say the following words, this master has no dead ends!He struggled for a long while, but still reluctantly said for the future of the Qing Dynasty: "Then can I ask the master for some more spells to exorcise evil spirits? Just like the one in Baocheng's hand."

He had many princes, and many of them died young. After Kangxi opened his eyes and saw so many ghosts floating in the world, it was hard not to worry about them.

Kangxi roughly calculated, reported the number to Qingyang, and said: "If there are more additions in the future, please take the sake of old regular customers, master, to offer more discounts..."

Kangxi's dark eyes had been closed long ago, so he didn't see Zhao Gongming standing beside him. Hearing what he said, he turned back into the carriage like flying, and took the initiative to report to Xiaozhuang who was sulking in the car: " My God! Your grandson spent this amount again for his son! This amount! He also said that he would renew the subscription in the future, and he was reluctant to buy a dew to renew the subscription... Tsk tsk tsk tsk, after all, the dead are not as good as the living."

Xiaozhuang: "..."

Aunt Su Ma couldn't help saying: "Old ancestor..."

Xiaozhuang couldn't help stroking his chest.She knew that everything Kangxi did was the most sensible choice, but as a woman, as a grandmother who devoted all her life to her husband, son, and grandson, she naturally hoped that the grandson she brought up with one hand would be able to... At least act like he loves her more than he does now.

She was born in the prairie, and she has a bold personality and likes to explore new things.When she was a young girl, she also longed for a lifetime of being a couple, to be loved by her father, husband-in-law, and son, but the fact is that she has always endured for her father, husband-in-law, son, and grandson.

In 75 years, except for the years when she was ignorant, for more than 60 years, day and night, she thought about them everywhere, and she had to be lenient when she was alive. Would she continue to suppress herself after death?

She was originally a wild horse, but now she has broken free from the reins of life and death, it's time to let her go!

Just wait... These two unfilial sons and grandchildren, let these two brats enjoy the pain of her childbirth in a dream tonight!

Kangxi, who was still actively negotiating the price with Qingyang: "Ah Choo!!"

He rubbed his nose in wonder, feeling that he should not have caught the cold, so he continued: "At the beginning about Ling Pu, including the Yongding River embankment and Qinhuai corruption, I had laid a chess game, but I didn't expect my sons to go one by one. I am still outstanding, among them, there is the help of the master?"

Qingyang: "..."

What, so the prince's guess is true?Are these things just temptations?

...In other words, his appearance is actually tantamount to helping Kangxi resolve many family crises invisibly...

And he didn't take any money at all! ! ! ! !

Seeing that Kangxi wanted to continue talking, Qingyang stood up clutching his suffocating chest: "Look at the sky, it's time to worship Sanqing. I'm sorry I can't stay for a long time, so as not to anger the Heavenly Venerable."

Qingyang left immediately, otherwise he would open his mouth to ask for money in the next second! !

It's too much, so it turns out that he has been volunteering to help Master Kong with family adjustment a long time ago? !

Kangxi was stunned for a moment, and seized the time to persuade him to stay: "Wait, I wonder if the master has an idea to enter the palace to receive offerings? I can set up another place for chanting scriptures for the master, build Taoist temples widely, and build Sanqing statues!"

Qingyang didn't miss it at all, and stepped into the carriage: "People who practice the Tao, let go of your desires and forget them, walk with the light, and don't be greedy for the world!"

Kangxi: "The monthly salary is one hundred taels of gold!"

Lord Wuling had already stretched out his hand to pick up the carriage, Qingyang smiled at Kangxi indifferently: "If you have any difficulties, you will come out, and you will not take more money."

As the words fell, the carriage gradually disappeared.

Kangxi felt sorry for looking at the empty place, but Qingyang and others had already returned to the Taoist temple with the help of the Five Ghosts Transporting Technique.

"Yeah? I forgot to draw the curtain when I went out?" Seeing the light in the courtyard, Qingyang thought he hadn't pulled the mantra, and rushed over with the gold and silver box in his arms, only to find that it was not, but another epigram in the courtyard was lit Get up, and turn it into a four-character mantra——Sit and forget.

"Well, I'm awesome!" After Qingyang nodded, he sat down with Qingguang who wanted to sit and forget, opened the box and began to count the silver ingots and gold ingots. After a while, he said vaguely, "Master Determined, I have written down the travel expenses for your round trip this time, and it is all owed to the debt. Yo, have you finished placing the tablet? Then I won't give it away."

"???" Juexin couldn't help but glared at the shining four-character mantra, and then looked at Qingyang who was sitting at the bottom counting the money: Can this also be called resignation? ? ?

Qingyang embraced the small statue of the master and muttered: "Look, master, there is so much gold! Although it is not enough for you to make the golden body of the god statue in the main hall, this little statue of yours can be replaced! I will make it for you. A little golden body!"

Xiaozhuang was watching from the side, and the more he looked, the more lemony he was, thinking, why isn't this my grandson? ?The more you compare, the more hurt you get, the old lady turned around and said: "What do you look at, the little boss is very good! Why are you still staying in the Taoist temple as a monk? It's eye-catching."

This is not filial to children and grandchildren!After Xiaozhuang finished bombarding his son, he thought with tightness in his chest, could it be my education problem?

"Old lady, why are you angry?" Qingyang stood up after exchanging feelings with the master, "Tell me, in case I can help you."

Xiaozhuang told Qingyang about his doubts.

Qingyang: "..."

What, so the elders can still love the younger ones so much? ?In modern times, my master seems to have combed my hair once!Then it's all stocked up!Let me do this, do that, learn this and that, and never persuade me to "do less" or "learn less", but only say "I can't do this job?" "I can understand this thing at a glance".

hateful!

Qing Yang, who is also like Lemon, said faintly: "Old lady, I think you are just too kind to them! So they take your kindness to them for granted!"

Xiaozhuang actually thought so in his heart, but he still said: "Is that so?"

Qingyang: "That's right! This group of hateful stinking men! They know that it is natural to enjoy women's dedication! Bah!"

Xiaozhuang gradually: "..."

No, there is no need to empathize to this point...

In order to take better care of the elderly, Jue Xin usually finishes evening classes early, serves Mr. Zhang to sleep, and rests himself as soon as possible.Because the old man wakes up very early in the morning, he must cooperate with the old man's time.

However, in the middle of the night, Juexin, who has never dreamed before, had a nightmare without warning. In the dream, he became a pregnant woman. The pain from organs that never existed almost made him out of bed in an instant. cold sweat.

With Juexin's cultivation, he realized almost immediately that this was a dream dreamed by ghosts. He wanted to shatter this dream immediately, but the calling of the midwife and midwife made him realize—this was his own dream. The pain my mother went through when she gave birth to him.

"..." Jue Xin was already awake, but he recited the mantra silently, which continued this painful dream.He struggled to get up from the bed, walked through the eaves while leaning on the wall, and pushed the door into the west chamber.It was cleaned up and used as a Buddhist hall, on which a tablet was enshrined, with Xiaozhuang's name, surname and title written on it.

Enduring the unbearable pain of ordinary people, he dragged the futon with all his heart, sat cross-legged in front of Xiaozhuang's memorial tablet, folded his palms together, and prayed for Xiaozhuang.

Jue Ming heard the commotion, and walked over in his cloak to see, in the Buddhist hall, the monk's robe behind the thin figure was wet with sweat, but the paler his face, the more radiant the Buddha's light on his body.

Jueming sighed silently, shook his head and went back to the house.

He said a long time ago that Jue Xin is the person who shouldn't become a Buddha at all, but he is also the most Buddha-natured person he has ever seen.

The Buddha crosses me, and I cross the Buddha.If the Buddha does not cross me, I will cross the Buddha.

Maybe tomorrow morning, junior brother Jue Xin will catch up with his senior brother and step into the realm of Qixiang.

At the same time, Kangxi was sleeping.

Kangxi lived to be 47 years old, and it was also the first time that he dreamed of having a child, and he gave birth to himself. This dream was so real-so real that he even heard the title of his grandmother before the unborn Huang Ama.

Kangxi was in so much pain that he was swept away by a new wave of continuous pain just at the moment when this sober cognition was born.

But when Xiao Zhuang gave birth to Shunzhi, he didn't even bark, and Kangxi couldn't make a sound, so that people would find out what was wrong with him and wake him up, so he could only suffer.

And when Kangxi was in great pain and wished he could bump his head to death, his own son Baocheng was writing a letter to his little friend Qingyang, the contents of which, if Kangxi could see it, would probably be so angry that he would have given birth to Emperor Shunzhi on the spot.

Baocheng said: It's too damn difficult to be the prince, I want to enter the Taoist sect, I want to cultivate immortality!I am too innocent, I have suffered twice for my father!Think about it carefully, why should I suffer for my father?It was my mother-in-law who made me suffer!And I suffered for him, and he still treats me like that, bah, I don't want to be a son anymore, I want to be everyone's father!

Because the content of this letter was really too much, the crown prince didn't ask anyone to send it after he finished writing it. He just hid it quietly, and when he planned to go to Qinhuai in the future, he hand-delivered it to Qingyang: "Okay, let's blow the lamp."

Only then were the maids allowed to come forward, those who closed the windows closed the windows, those who blew the lamps were busy as usual, completely unaware of what the prince had just written on this desk.

Just like that, the next day was a different dream across the wall.

Kangxi woke up weakly like yesterday's prince, and when he was helped out of bed by the accompanying eunuchs in panic, he felt a little afraid to close his legs: "What, imperial physician? No! Don't call imperial physician!"

Kangxi thought bitterly, why did he have such a dream last night, it hurts like this, this is not an ordinary nightmare!Could it be grandma dreaming...

...Why do you entrust this kind of dream, are you so dissatisfied?Could it be... when he gave the master the silver, the grandmother didn't leave...

Kangxi pondered heavily for a long time, and said with difficulty: "Send someone... to transfer another hundred taels of gold and send it to Qingfu Temple."

Yinrong entered the door to say hello, just when he heard it, his eyes lit up: what do you mean when you are sleepy and give you a pillow?

"Huang Ama, did you retain Grandmaster in such a way yesterday that you wanted him to be used by the imperial court? If so, wouldn't it be more effective for me to present this reward? My minister and Grandmaster still have a good friendship, and you can persuade him at that time Master." Yinfeng said obediently and considerately.

Kangxi didn't hear anything wrong at all. After the whole night of torture yesterday, he couldn't be more relieved to hear such words: It is worthy of my good fortune. She is filial and caring, and has suffered for me...

Kangxi: "Okay, okay. You bring more followers, don't cause any accidents."

Yinfeng: "Yes, Huang Ama."

Walking to the door, Yinreng turned his head and said in a very cute tone: "I'm leaving!"

Get out, I'm going to cultivate immortality!