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

Qingyang finally experienced Kangxi's feeling, what is the bench under the buttocks is cold.

When encountering such a child, of course it is handed over to the parents. Qingyang held Yinreng who was completely defenseless, opened his eyes to him, and then walked away leisurely: "Old lady, you can communicate by yourself..."

Throwing Yinfeng to Xiaozhuang for education, Qingyang was very relieved, and walked to the main hall at a leisurely pace.

Originally, he thought that he would have a feast tomorrow and get a good night's sleep tonight, but he thought there would be some noise later, so he might as well stay up all night and make a new magic weapon.

Qingyang sat down on the futon with the materials in his arms, and felt sorry for his well-maintained body. Although it was still stubbornly curly, it was better than his thick black hair: "No wonder people say that staying up late is called cultivating immortals, and cultivating immortals means staying up late. "

When Wei Zhongxian was captured before, Qingyang had the idea of ​​making a new magic weapon.The Sanqing bell is really useful, but the bell can't sweep the ashes. At that time, if he had a magic fan, he wouldn't touch Wei Zhongxian with his hands.

There are many kinds of Taoist instruments, many of which are taken from the tools that people use in daily life, such as poles and ladles.The French fan that Qingyang wants to make, to put it mildly, is the brown fan.

Fans made of palm leaves are white and light in color. Common people use them to dispel heat and cool down, or to dust and repel mosquitoes.There is a poem in the Taoist school: "The treasure fan was originally a piece of brown, and it took the lead to sway in the sky. Let him let go of evil spirits and monsters, so that they can be wiped out forever." It is the effect of the brown fan.

Qingyang had already processed these palm leaves collected by himself. After being boiled in boiling water and exposed to night dew, the color of the palm leaves had turned beige.

He sat cross-legged, and chatted to the master who didn't know if he was there or not: "Master Kang is sending gold again! I think the business of the restaurant is also good these days. How about replacing the god statue in the main hall with a bronze statue for you later?" So? If you have money left in the future, you can make some musical instruments like chimes, bells and bells, I can also play these, and they can be used for chanting scriptures and offering sacrifices.”

"..." A certain Ben was still lazily leaning on the side of the statue, thinking that the little Taoist priest had already molded the little golden body, should he continue to modify the statue in the main hall, or modify the little golden body instead, and listened to his spirits: Why, this little Taoist can also play music?At that time, I still went to urge Zhao Gongming...

While thinking, he glanced at the brown fan that Qingyang was weaving: "..."

Him: "?!"

Have you ever seen a two-finger-wide miniature brown fan?This is what Qingyang made up, the fan is round and fat, and the handle is short.While weaving, Qingyang took out the Sanqingling for comparison, to ensure that the brown fan and the Sanqingling were of the same size and size, and that they would not look unsuitable when carried around his waist.

Have... a bit of fun?

Qingyang was chanting alone, when he smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus slowly approaching, and finally stopped beside him, as if someone came over to stare at the birth of the mini brown fan.

Qingyang paused for a moment, then naturally changed his posture, exposing the brown fan to the long-burning lamp, so that someone could watch from a close distance.

The atmosphere inside the hall was just right, but outside the hall, the prince who suddenly found himself surrounded by ghosts asked, "...Old, old ancestor?"

It's not the first time Yinfeng opened his eyes, but it's the first time in Qingfu temple.

The moment he saw so many ghosts, the first thing he thought of was not fear, but: ——how did you do it? !

... Qingyang's level, I may not be able to catch up in my life.Yinfeng couldn't help thinking a little sadly that he was able to raise so many ghosts in the right way under the eyes of Sanqing Tianzun and Wulinggong!As for me, I can't even deal with a Huang Ama.

Can the gap between people be so big?

The prince felt that his new dream had just been established, and he had been greatly reduced in dimensionality. In comparison, the existence of Xiaozhuang and Lagu Su Ma didn't surprise him so much.Yinreng calmly saluted and greeted the two elders, and then suddenly remembered: By the way, I have opened my eyes, I don't know if that cute little ghost Ao'er is there?

The prince looked around, and happened to meet Chen Yuanyuan, who was half-lying on the side of the table and watching the show with his face propped up.

"...!" Even Yinreng's eyes flashed a hint of surprise, as expected of a little ghost who can act like a baby with Qingyang, he slowed down his voice, "Ao'er, is that you?"

Xiao Zhuang and La Aunt Su Ma: "..."

Chen Yuanyuan: "...?"

Obai who was gloating and watching: "...?!"

Both parties who were injured by killing two birds with one stone slapped the table and were furious at the same time:

Chen Yuanyuan: "You are Ao'er! Is my old lady as ugly as his mother?"

Obai: "Little bastard, are you humiliating this old man?!"

Chen Yuanyuan and Obai: "..."

The direction of anger suddenly shifted, and Chen Yuanyuan and Ao Bai fought together in an instant:

Chen Yuanyuan: "You actually think it's humiliating for the crown prince to say that I am you. Do you have no idea how much you have?"

Aobai: "Little girl, you dare to call this old man ugly. This old man is called heroic and masculine, and he is Batulu of the Qing Dynasty!"

Qingyang was in the main hall, and it was no surprise that he heard the sound of quarreling, but it was a bit strange, why did it sound like Yuanyuan and Mastiff... No, goodbye, what's the matter with them?What about the prince and the old lady?

Qingyang couldn't help stopping what he was doing, and listened attentively. After a while, the voices of Xiaozhuang and Yinfeng came, but they were overwhelmed by Chen Yuanyuan and Aobai's scolding, and there were a few sporadic voices. sentence:

Xiao Zhuang: "...I absolutely do not agree!"

Prince: "...delay my future!"

Qingyang: "...?"

How can I hear it? There is a sense of déjà vu that advanced-minded students are fighting against old-minded parents... Forget it!As long as the gourd baby doesn't come into my view, I can talk about anything.

Qingyang flicked his fingers calmly, finishing the fan.

In the weather in September, there are already more mosquitoes. It just so happens that the brown fan has the effect of repelling mosquitoes. Qingyang chanted a mantra and hung the magic fan on his waist. Not only does it have a cool aura, but it can also actively repel mosquitoes , is indeed a must-have magic weapon for Taoist disciples.

Qingyang went out happily, and made a summary of the quarrel: "Okay, okay! It's too... Baocheng, look at it, your parents and seniors don't agree, and your application for admission is very wrong! It's definitely not passed!"

"Wrong intention?" Yinfeng grasped the key point in a second, grabbed the letter immediately, stood up and said firmly, "I will not give up!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without lingering.

Qingyang: "...?"

No, how could this arouse fighting spirit?

Qingyang was completely confused, and looked down at Chen Yuanyuan and Aobai who were rolling around on the ground, disappearing and appearing from time to time: "...What are you two fighting about? Is there anything wrong with you two here? Men and women are different, fight each other How can it be done like this?"

Chen Yuanyuan took the time to stand up: "The old man scolded me!"

Not to be outdone, Aobai said, "Stinky girl scolds me!"

Qingyang: "...?"

Unaware of this at all, Qingyang stretched out his hand and pulled the two of them apart easily: "Mastiff...bye, stop beating, go and help me deliver a letter to the Ninth Prince."

I forgot about it. In the morning, I agreed to discuss cooperation with the Ninth Prince. Fortunately, he remembered it in time.

Watching Aobai leave cursingly, Qingyang couldn't help showing a happy smile: Although Daqing doesn't have QQ or WeChat, I have goodbye.

Hey, after reading it like this, Bye Bye is really a good name.

the other end.

The leader of the guards who finally waited until the prince went out: "Your Highness, it's getting late, shall we go back directly, or find an inn to stay temporarily?"

"What's the rush?" Yinfeng still had the application for admission that was sent back in his sleeve, and narrowed his eyes, "I remember, there is a Nanjing City God's Temple in Qinhuai, right? Send someone to lead the way, and I have to go to the City God's Temple in the capital first. "

Guard leader: "????"

What's the matter, something unpleasant happened after entering, do you want to find the right person to make trouble?No wonder, I seemed to hear arguing vaguely just now.

The emperor was not there, and the person in front of him was the biggest boss. The head of the guards immediately followed orders, and the large army that almost gave away the money and gave away the children began to march towards the Temple of the City God.

When we arrived, it happened to be just dawn, and Taoist priests were already cleaning the gate at the gate of the City God's Temple. They were surprised when they saw the apricot-yellow robes on the large troops and Yinfeng's body: "His Royal Highness? Poor Dao, please go and call Uncle Zhang, please Your Highness." Go inside and rest."

"..." Yinfeng sat on the horse in a daze, and stared at the Chenghuang Temple for a long time, and was shocked in his heart: ...it's so big.

I am used to watching Qingfu, and now Yinfeng thinks that any Taoist temple he visits is very grand.

He even felt a little bit like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. While entering the Taoist temple, he kept looking at the gate of the City God Temple, the screen wall, which was many times larger than the Qingfu Temple, and the archway, Huabiao, Bell and Drum Tower, and the gods that Qingfu Temple did not have at all. road……

Zhang Shuangying came in a hurry: "I don't know His Royal Highness is coming, I'm not far away to welcome you."

Yinfeng was a little upset: "I just feel that your view is a bit extravagant and wasteful."

Zhang Shuangying: "...?"

What the hell, I thought the prince was here to ask questions, but it turned out he was here to catch corruption?

Zhang Shuangying was speechless: "...Is that right, it's a little bit, then your Highness, why are you here...?"

Yinfeng realized that he still asked this Taoist priest: "Do you have copies of the Taoist scriptures and classics that you usually practice? I just want to borrow them."

"..." Zhang Shuangying couldn't help but glanced at Yinfeng several times, thinking suspiciously, why do you want these all of a sudden, is it really here to check if there is any problem with the Taoist temple, "There are all of them, since His Highness needs it, why bother to borrow it. "

Zhang Shuangying summoned a few little Taoist boys to fetch books: "Does Your Highness need anything else?"

"Yeah." Yinfeng said lightly, "Take Gu Gu to visit your temple, what are the introductions?"

Zhang Shuangying: "...!" Sure enough, they came to check!This is not acceptable, their Taoism is pure and clear.

Zhang Shuangying immediately cheered up, starting from the mountain gate, introducing each place to Yinreng, and even went into detail about when and when the place was built, and how many generations of fundraising went through during this period. Just built, absolutely clean.

Yinfeng didn't know what kind of ghost Zhang Shuangying was thinking, his face was indifferent, seemingly careless, but in his heart: worship stone!Prayer stone Prayer stone Prayer stone... well, remember, this thing will also be available in Qingfu Temple in the future.Incinerator!This is easy to remember, well, there will be Qingfu Temple in the future.Zhu Heshi, this thing is a bit hard to remember, I'll find a pen to copy it down when I go out...

"...that's all about the Temple of Benguan." Zhang Shuangying said dryly, and after finally taking the crown prince for a walk, the little Taoist boys took their uncles and brought all the copies, "Your Highness, you All the copies you want are here, but is there anything else you need?"

"Yeah." Yinreng pretended to pick up a copy, opened it and pretended to read it casually, "You see, what are the requirements for accepting disciples?"

"..." Zhang Shuangying almost suffocated. When it comes to this, he still hasn't given up his doubts, so he can only work harder. The Three Refuge Precepts range up to a thousand or two hundred precepts, even which foot to lift first when entering the mountain gate, you must wear a Taoist crown when you enter the temple, you cannot wear a Taoist crown when you go to the toilet, etc., there are corresponding regulations for every action."

"To accept apprentices in this temple, we first need to observe and understand the character and morality of the apprentices. It takes at least five years just to observe." Zhang Shuangying continued to raise the standard crazily despite Xiaodaotong's gradually puzzled expression, "during the , this disciple who wants to get started needs to respect the teacher and respect the Tao, familiarize himself with the scriptures, and basically reach the state of letting go of desires and forgetting, and then conduct inspections, written tests, etc., before he can formally enter the meditation. And this is just the beginning... "

"..." Xiao Daotong opened his big, clear eyes in a daze, is this the standard for accepting apprentices in Guanli?He remembered that he was an orphan and was directly adopted by his master...

Yinfeng didn't know that Zhang Shuangying deliberately raised the standard to prove that their Taoist temple was innocent, and thought that normal Taoist temples required this, so he couldn't help thinking under pressure: The Taoist priests in the Duchenghuang Temple still dare not call themselves Sanqing As for the disciples, the requirements for entering into the concept are so strict, how about talking about the concept of Qingfu?

No, he had to go back and study these scriptures and classics carefully, and think about how to write this "application for admission".

Yinfeng's face became serious: "Come here, take all these scrolls away! Return!"

I didn't prepare enough this time, but I will definitely do it next time!

Qingyang didn't know anything about the prince's stubbornness, if he knew, he would have persuaded him: Son, wake up, what's the difference between keeping so many precepts and continuing to be a prince?

"The Ninth Prince agrees," Qingyang said happily after seeing the letter that Oboi hurriedly sent back before the ceremony of inviting the gods, "He said that the opening of the branch will be implemented soon, and we will You can sit back and get your money!"

"Yeah, boss, hurry up." Chen Yuanyuan didn't care about the money that didn't fall into her hands, and pressed her face, "I'm still waiting for you to finish the ceremony of inviting the gods and share the incense with us."

Qingyang: "..."

Yuanyuan is so realistic.

But counting the time, it was time to start the ceremony of inviting the gods. Qingyang stopped talking nonsense, put down the letter, and walked towards the small altar that he finally had money to arrange in the center of the courtyard.

"Ahhh." Chen Yuanyuan clapped his hands under the stage in a low voice, "My boss always dislikes his curly hair, look at this little wind blowing his slightly curly sideburns, it adds a bit of flair to his fairy demeanor implication..."

Aobai rolled his eyes wildly: "You are so good at writing, why don't you help Rong'er write a collection of poems."

On the altar, the Sanqing bell rang crisply, resounding through the sky, and Chen Yuanyuan and Aobai immediately fell silent.

Under the sunlight, the little golden body was shining brightly, and the belt fluttered as if it would be gone by the wind in the next second.Chen Yuanyuan was so envious, she didn't expect her boss to make a golden body for her, even a small jewelry?However, the boss would only cruelly say: The manual fee will not be charged, you can get the materials, right?What?Do you let me reveal the materials?Is it because I didn't pay you enough, or didn't pay much dividends?Don't even try to pull a single wool out of me.

The melodious and far-reaching sutra rhyme sounded along with the Sanqing bell, and Chen Yuanyuan soon forgot to think about how to exchange wool with his master, so he quickly calmed down and realized that a good mage like Qingyang opened the dharma altar and could get close Listening to the scriptures is of great benefit to ghosts.

This ceremony of inviting the gods lasted for a whole stick of incense, until the last bell sounded, and the little golden body suddenly radiated a blue light from the inside out, which made people dare not look directly at it, and the golden clouds in the sky were stained. On the blue light and purple air.

Qingyang rigorously completed the follow-up steps of the god-inviting ceremony, and when it was over, he stepped off the stage, raised his hand and wiped his sweat: "Master—ah!!!"

Qingyang uttered a painful cry, and rushed up after getting off the stage: "What's going on! Why did the little golden body suddenly become so small!!"

The ceremony was not over just now, and the blue light on the little golden body slowly receded inch by inch, so it was not until he stepped off the stage that the truth was revealed—a group of little golden statues that were half an arm high, but now only half a finger high.

The little golden statue trembled, as if the master had been startled by Qingyang's miserable cry, but soon he didn't care and continued to unfold the extra gold chain that came out of nowhere, and tied it towards Qingyang's neck. .

"..." Qingyang lowered his head slowly, looked at the little golden statue on his chest, showing an expression of wanting to cry, "Master...you don't have to be guarded for this sake, let me take Xiaoni with you every day. Forget about the image, now you have to change the chain into a golden body?"

The saddest thing was that Qingyang's tears flowed as soon as he said it: "You said earlier that you wanted a gold chain, why should I spend so many gold ingots and build such a large set of golden bodies..."

I'm crying, wouldn't it be nice for him to make this little golden statue out of an ingot of gold?There are still a lot of gold ingots left.

The more Qingyang thought about it, the more sad he became, with tears streaming down his face.

It's not that he is reluctant to spend money on his master, but it would be shameful to waste it!

"..." The little golden statue was visibly panicked, and after shaking for a moment helplessly, it retracted the chain in a retreat, flew back to the altar, and turned back into a little golden body half an arm high.

Qingyang just took the incense in his hand, rubbed the incense ash, rubbed it into his eyes, tears flowed harder, couldn't stop for a while: "It can be changed back, it's okay..."

After Qingyang was relieved, he quickly rubbed his eyes vigorously again, trying to get the ashes out, and the tears welled up even more for a while.

"..." A certain person who had no experience in crying at all stared at Qingyang's rushing tears, thinking that he was not in a good state at all, he had changed back no matter what, and was still crying.

What the hell.

Qingyang was rubbing his eyes vigorously, when suddenly he felt a chill on the back of his hands, and then his hands were taken away without any resistance.

...What are you doing? It's almost rubbed out.Qingyang glared at the troublemaker with a pair of teary eyes, but only saw a emptiness.

"..." Qingyang froze immediately, "Fuck, this should be absolutely impossible to be the master.

"Well, I just got ashes in my eyes." Qingyang explained dryly, "Just rub it."

Qingyang felt that his hand was opened for a look, and then he threw it away in disgust, followed by a cool hand that didn't belong to him, covering his eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, that hand rubbed with a bit of disgust and strength, seeing him in pain, and stopped again.

After a while, he seemed to find the right strength, with a force that seemed to be afraid of hurting the little curly cat, he lightly placed his fingertips around Qingyang's eyes, with a driving force that had never been so careful, with the ashes in his eyes, he moved along Tears flowed out of the eyes.

"..." Chen Yuanyuan couldn't utter a word, approached Xiao Zhuang, who was not very used to the "approachable" of the master, and said angrily, "I think the prince will really come in a few days. You can be the master of the temple. Look at the posture of Tianzun, what does it mean to take our master up at any time?"

Nalan Rongruo didn't understand Chen Yuanyuan's point at all, and nodded his head straightly: "It's really a master-student relationship..."

Wu Linggong had stopped watching it a long time ago. At this time, he was like a tool for urging money without emotion, staring at the few ghosts who dared to watch: "Aren't you going to work? The ceremony is over, and you still want to be late?" how long?"

So conscientiously used as a tool to urge money, Zhao Gongming will still be called by name, suffering for a long time: "Little Jingui, I asked you if it still hurts, did it hurt you just now?"

"It doesn't hurt now, it hurt a little just now." Qingyang confessed very frankly that if there is an accident in the future and needs the help of the master, it is better to calibrate the strength now, "Master will be lighter next time."

"..." Zhao Gongming not only wanted a pair of eyes that hadn't seen anything, but also a pair of ears that hadn't heard anything.

Can he listen to these tiger and wolf words?

While suffering, there was a very rude knock on the door of the Taoist temple, or a knock on the door: "Hey, is there anyone?"

The ghosts who were about to separate were attracted here again. Every job of the boss is very interesting. They are completely willing to skip work in front of the boss and get deducted money in exchange for the opportunity to watch the excitement.Can't be cheap every time... Oh, now it's bye.

Qingyang moved his eyes and felt that there was no problem at all. He quickly thanked his master and opened the door to welcome the new fat sheep: "I'm sorry, I was doing a feast just now—"

"Zhaijiao?" The skinny man who looked like a servant looked Qingyang up and down, showing disgust and suspicion, "Aren't you crying in your arms? Why do you think you are so poor? Is it so big? Is it still like this?" A wretched place."

The ghosts who were still interested: "...?"

Qingyang adapted well, after all, what he said was the truth: "Just tell me what you want from me."

"I'm looking for you..." The young man stumbled into the Taoist temple, looked around, showing a more shocked and suspicious expression, "You are the only one in your temple?"

Qingyang kept smiling: "Yes, I'm the only one alive."

"..." What do you mean by "I'm the only one alive"? It's scary to say... The boy felt a little chilly, and couldn't help rubbing his bristling arms, "I'm from Pingyang Mansion, Shanxi Province. I really have something to do with you. I wanted to ask Master Zhang from the City God Temple for help, but he recommended you."

Qingyang froze for a moment, came from Shanxi?

Qingyang was quite puzzled: "Shanxi also has the City God's Temple, why don't you go to Nanjing instead?"

That's what he asked, which was indeed quite strange. Who would have thought that the boy's face changed suddenly, as if he had been poked in the foot, and he scolded on the spot: "Why the hell are you asking so many questions? Our master I can invite you because you have burned eight lifetimes of high incense!"

This young man looked like someone who could speak, babbling out a lot of extremely nasty swear words, belittling and humiliating without any concealment, he was even more eldest than the former eldest prince.

Qingyang himself is not so angry yet, at worst, he will not do this business, and draw a circle to curse you, and the ghosts and gods around him have already yelled back:

Zhao Gongming: "Burning your mother's high incense, from your master to the next eight generations, the incense will not be able to burn!"

Zhang Yuanbo added: "As long as there is a copper plate in my hand, I can't hold it. It will be thrown into the cracks of the gutter."

Aobai was even more powerful than these slapstickers, he had already roared and rushed out, stretched out his fist and hammered the boy to the ground with a bang, and before he could react, he raised his fist and continued to hammer violently: "You, he Damn, this old man has never scolded this stinky Taoist priest before!"

"Wait a minute." Qingyang automatically blocked the more sinister curses of the female yin ghosts, pulled Oboi away, and helped the stunned boy up with a kind face, "I still want to know, your family If the master is really so powerful, why don't you invite someone from the Town God's Temple in Shanxi, and come all the way to Nanjing?"

In the end, he was rejected by Zhang Shuangying, and then transferred to his Qingfu temple.

The boy was so frightened that he stuck out his tongue, hell in broad daylight!

Qingyang comforted gently: "Don't worry, if your master is really as rich as you said, you will be fine before I scoop him up."

Boy: "...!!"

What the fuck are you talking about?

The boy shrank back in fear, did he lure the wolf into the house? !

The boy was terrified, if he didn't answer well, something would happen to him: "I...I..." He tried to slip his tongue back and keep his words clear, "I'm from the Kang family in Pingyang Prefecture, Shanxi... "

Qingyang: "...!"

The Kang family in Pingyang Prefecture, Shanxi?

That is the Kang family, ranked number one among Shanxi merchants, known for their despicable, hateful, cruel and cold-blooded methods of competition, but whose wealth even Kangxi marveled at?

Qingyang patted the boy on the shoulder: "Come on! Needless to say, lead the way."

Just this fat sheep, if you don't pluck him, pluck anyone.