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

After many years, Qingyang is still deeply impressed by the description of Kang's family, because in modern times, the master once accepted an order to help a film king who wanted to transform into a director.

The other party happened to be filming a work about Shanxi Merchants, and because he had limited energy for directing and acting, he only chose a mild supporting role, which happened to be the role of Kang Siding, the family member of Kang Jiafa.In order to obtain authentic materials, the entire production crew also went to Shanxi, but the materials were not retrieved, but hundreds of grieving ghosts were retrieved.

At that time, Qingyang had a heavy burden of study every day, so he could only wait for the master to come back and tell him: The reason why the film king was haunted by ghosts was because there was a drought in Shanxi during the Qing Dynasty. The richest man, the richest man in the world, not only did not donate half a penny, but also took the natural disaster as a raft, took the opportunity to show off the financial resources of the Kang family, and very proudly declared to the outside world that even if there was another three years of drought, his Kang family would still have ten thousand dens of food , Millions of gold and silver.

Qingyang was still young at the time, so he ran to question Zhao Gongming in a daze: "If that's the case, why did senior brother want to keep the Kang family rich?"

Qingyang vaguely remembered how Zhao Gongming came back, and it seemed that he said, "There are ulterior motives in people's hearts. I never protected the Kang family. After the Taiping Army burned Pingyang City, the Kang family disappeared?"

"..." Qingyang gradually regretted it. He knew how easy it was to just copy the answer now that he had asked the question clearly.

"You don't need to surround yourself anymore," Qingyang chased away the ghosts who wanted to continue watching the fun, "Aren't you going to work? It's too late!"

Chen Yuanyuan was blown up by Qingyang's hand, and she still murmured: "It's strange, why didn't Tianzun respond." While speaking, Chen Yuanyuan still boldly stretched her neck and looked in the direction of the golden body.

Just now, I rubbed Xiaodong's eyes, what did you say to be more important? Why didn't Tianzun take help to vent his anger when Xiaodong was scolded?

——It’s not that there’s no reaction, it’s that I’m still realizing how light Qingyang’s “slightly lighter” just said.It wasn't until Chen Yuanyuan muttered that a certain person didn't realize it, and angrily gave Yin Qin a delayed reaction to the boy who ran into the alley and was about to call the master to get into the carriage.

Boy: "Ah!"

The boy who was slapped down was scared and wronged, and he got up while thinking, maybe his expression just now was not respectful enough?Why were you beaten again?

"No," Qingyang sweated wildly, "it was an accident, don't worry, it won't hurt you."

The little servant showed a completely disbelieving expression, but he could only swallow his anger: "...Oh."

The previous arrogance was completely invisible, and the boy said honestly: "The two carriages you want are ready for you, and they are just outside the alley."

Qingyang nodded: "Please wait a moment, let me remind you."

From Qinhuai to Shanxi, it was another long journey. Qingyang sighed to the group of veterans who were gradually bold enough to skip work face to face and said: "Although the boss is not here, I also hope that everyone will consciously check in and not be late all the time. In the end, I blamed me for deducting the money..." He said, returning to the temple, reaching out to move the little golden body, "Please move the five spirits—eh."

The golden body is much bigger than the small statue, Qingyang originally planned to hold the small golden body by himself, and let Oboi lead the Yin soldiers to hold the memorial tablet of Lord Wuling, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the half-arm-high golden body suddenly shrank and became smaller. Cheng Fangcai's delicate and exquisite little gold pendant was tied with a slender chain.

A certain person was carelessly manipulating the gold chain while thinking: Kang family, isn’t that just a lot of gold and silver?

Let's test it one last time. If the little Taoist passes, then the truth will be revealed to Jin.Of course, in order not to frighten the little Taoist, we have to proceed step by step...

Qingyang was delighted, and praised without hesitation: "Master, yours is really good. It can be enlarged or shrunk, which is very convenient." He cast his eyes on the plaques of the seniors, pondered for a moment, "Can the seniors do it?"

For a long time, it has been called two carriages, which is a waste.

Lord Wuling: "..."

If I were to tell the truth, wouldn't I want to share a carriage with that person?

Wouldn't it be broken cards?Aren't they going to be beaten?Don't you want to die and die?

Zhao Gongming shook his voice: "We can't!"

Qingyang: "...you don't have to be so loud..."

…………

Qingyang originally thought that if the tablets of the senior brothers could also be enlarged and reduced, he would simply keep them in his sleeves and not bother Aobai to take the Yin soldiers and follow them all the way.However, all the brothers said no, Oboi was happy to roll his name in the end, took four Yin soldiers, carried the Wulinggong tablet, and got into the carriage behind.

It is the most boring thing to keep the memorial tablet and rush on the road, but this time it is different. Zhao Gongming was called to the first carriage on the way for an unprecedented time.

Not to mention the other Yin soldiers, even Oboi was a little bit curious about what was going on, and couldn't help poking his head out of the carriage. In a carriage.

After waiting for a while, a voice came from the first carriage:

Qingyang: "Hiss...it hurts. Take it easy."

Zhao Gongming's tone was full of unrequited love: "He said that he is already light, what does it feel like?"

Qingyang described: "Hmm... a bit sharp, like the tip of a sword, but also hard and cold, can it be softer."

Zhao Gongming was dying: "He said, it's already very soft, don't be too delicate."

Qingyang felt wronged: "You can't fool Master."

Zhao Gongming: "..."

Fool it! !set me free! !What did I do wrong again, why should I be caught as a carrier pigeon.

Qingyang didn't expect that Master Zhao would call Senior Brother Zhao when he got in the car, just to find out how "light" this "lightness" is, and as if admitting death, he had to squint his eyes: "Oh, here, don't! Hey, In fact, I want to apply for a change of location, so I don’t want to keep messing around here..."

Zhao Gongming leaned against the car: "Gu..."

The homing pigeon uttered a dying cry.

"..." Obai and the Yin soldiers outside the carriage retracted their stretched necks inch by inch hesitantly and hellishly, and finally stayed in the carriage obediently and peacefully.

What the hell happened...the previous carriage.

Zhong Shixiu and Shi Wenye, who have never been very prominent in Wulinggong, showed psychedelic expressions, and even bowed to Zhao Gongming's tablet: "Thank you, Brother Zhao..."

He carried it all by himself.

Everyone felt that what they experienced was really terrible and difficult, and no one knew what the boy driving the first carriage was feeling: "..."

What did the great master say in the car, isn't it empty except for one living person? ... How many invisible ghosts are behind me!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh please make time go faster I want to go home soon!

Although the Kang family has a bad reputation, their wealth is real.The servant brought Qingyang to the main house, and when he asked Qingyang to get off the car, his face was full of pride: "Master, this is the main house."

Back in Kang's house, the boy seemed to have regained his confidence, his eyes fell on Qingyang's face, trying to see the shocked expression of the bumpkin from the poor Taoist's face.

You must know that the Kang family not only dabbled in the salt industry and pawns, but also was a big landlord.Kang Si Ding's main residence in Pingyang, Shanxi is extremely large in scale, no less than that of an aristocratic family. The Qingfu Temple of this poor Taoist priest has only three rooms in total. You will be surprised to see such a large residence!

"Oh, hurry up and go in, it's time to make offerings." Qingyang urged the servant, "You guys will be reimbursed for the food expenses here, and I'll borrow your kitchen. It's better to have a clean place."

Boy: "..."

"It's fine," said the servant reluctantly, "but when you see the main house, don't you have anything to say?"

Qingyang's eyes were unwavering: "Cleaning up is quite a waste of time, hurry up, if you delay the time, maybe the master will get angry."

"..." The boy faltered for a moment, swallowed the follow-up words, and led Qingyang into the house. He couldn't understand: how could such a poor Taoist priest of such a small Taoist temple not change his face when he saw the scale of the Kang house? Woolen cloth?Back then, my brother-in-law took me to Jin Kang's house, but I couldn't fall asleep for several nights!

Of course Qingyang would not be amazed.

Not to mention that he has already wandered through the Forbidden City, the modern Qingfu Temple alone was built on a private island.It is said to be "five in and five out", but in fact the place is several times larger than the Kangzhai, even larger than the Forbidden City. The reason why Qingyang Taoism is so solid and exquisite is that it is practiced by cleaning every day...

The sweeping monk Qingyang has never seen it before, but the sweeping monk Qingyang can recognize it.

The servant didn't dare to offend Qingyang, fearing that he would cause trouble, so he took Qingyang to complete the offering, and then went to find the current head of the Kang family—Kang Siding.

At this time, Lord Wuling had already visited the whole house, and came back and said to Qingyang: "This Kang Si Ding is definitely weird!"

Zhang Yuanbo said: "Look at this house, it looks like it is bathed in wealth, but in fact, this wealth is permeated with a gloomy ghostly aura..."

Qingyang understood: No wonder the boys here are so irritable, their reason is eroded by ghosts and resentment every day, of course they can't be good tempered.

The servant invited Qingyang into the hall, and went to invite the master himself, Qingyang said in a low voice: "I have also seen the Fengshui of this house all the way. It seems that there is no plan, but I always feel that there is something wrong... don't you think , isn't the flow of spirit energy in this house abnormal?"

Before today, he could not clearly see the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but his master gave him "eye exercises" all the way in the carriage, and Qingyang was able to vaguely see the flow trend of spiritual energy.

"..." Zhao Gongming choked hard, obviously also thinking about his experience of being forced to be a coo all the way, "...That's right. The core of spiritual energy and wealth energy are gathered in one place, I went to take a look, Kang Siding There must be a secret room under the master bedroom, and what is hidden in it is the secret of why the Kang family clearly has no fortune, but is rich!"

There was the sound of frivolous footsteps on the porch, and the servant helped a man with a sallow complexion and dark eyes to come in: "Master, the master is here! Master, this is the master recommended by the Taoist priest Zhang Shuangying of Nanjing City God Temple. His path goes deeper."

"Ho ho." Kang Si Ding laughed twice in a very uncomfortable way, full of sarcasm, "What kind of morality is deeper, it is nothing more than the same as the Shanxi Capital Town God's Temple, you don't want to see me!"

Kang Siding walked a few steps forward, approaching Qingyang, and the breath of resentful ghosts became stronger: "I'll give you the money, and you get rid of the disaster. Don't ask anything else. Come with me."

Kang Siding pushed the servant away, staggered a few steps, managed to stand still, and led Qingyang along the way.

Halfway there, Liu Yuanda suddenly said, "Strange, this is the way to his bedroom."

It was not good for Qingyang to talk to Liu Yuanda in front of Kang Siding, but he felt that the pace of the person leading the way was becoming more and more impatient, and finally he stumbled and ran. When Qingyang ran after him, the passing servants They all made surprised sounds, and even pointed.

Qingyang's mind was not on the servant, but on his little gold pendant -- he ran so fast that he was thrown from the front and back.

Just when he was about to reach out to adjust the pendant, Kang Si Ding stopped suddenly, and the two of them arrived at Kang Si Ding's courtyard while running.Kang Siding stopped without warning, and Qingyang was absent-minded, so it was convenient for Kang Siding to grab Qingyang's arm, and with the flexibility that he never had before, he walked around behind Qingyang, holding a piece of talisman paper in his other hand, "Pa " with a slap on Qingyang's back!

Qingyang: "..."

Someone: "..."

Lord Wuling: "..."

It's not a matter of conspiracy or not, the talisman paper was pasted so hard!

The little gold chain unfolded in an instant, giving the little gold pendant absolute freedom. From the two-finger-sized little gold statue, a terrifying light radiated.

At this moment, Qingyang cried out in regret: "—Master!! You haven't been beaten!!!"

Damn, I miscalculated.Pure gold is very soft, and the golden body he sculpted is so detailed, if he can't keep it from Kang Siding's palm, the master will directly become Voldemort.

Qingyang pinched the formula to shake Kang Siding away, but was entangled in the arms of the opponent's scoundrel, and he couldn't break free for a while, but this is not important, the important thing is the little golden body - didn't it turn into a little golden cake, right?

Just because of Qingyang's sound, the light of the thrown spear was deflected, and finally passed through Kang Siding's lute bone, nailing him to the ground.Gang Fengjuan took the gate of the courtyard and slammed it shut, and Zhao Gongming immediately locked the latch.

"..." Qingyang looked at the gun light in a daze, wondering if any master had a gun in his weapon?

Master Zu Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun, Qingyang saw that he used millet to punish wicked people at most, and even the statues of gods were held in the left hand and the right hand, and did not hold weapons.

The second master, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, only had two magic tools, which were more than enough, one was Ruyi, and the other was Tai Chi Diagram.

The third master, Taiqing Daode Tianzun, uses the magic weapon of a feather fan. With his temper, it is absolutely impossible to use a spear.

Qingyang suddenly felt a little guilty, the doubts that had arisen during the battle against the demon monk Bailian, but were interrupted by the "master" snatching the toy box, came back to his mind again.

Why do you have evil thoughts?

Why is Master's temper so different from what he knew in modern times?

He... He can't be, he met the evil god Duosi, right?

However, how to explain the attitude of the five senior brothers?How to explain Dao Weiyi?

Zhao Gongming didn't know why Qingyang was in a daze at this moment, he just urged: "Hurry up, let's see what's going on next!"

The little golden statue also specially floated in front of Qingyang's eyes, emphatically showing the front and back of himself like a close-up.

"You are begging God, aren't you!" Kang Si Ding struggled violently, his eyes were blood red, and he said bitterly, "If I hadn't suffered backlash, these eyes would no longer be able to connect yin and yang... It's not yet known who will die!"

Qingyang forced himself to focus back on the business, caught the little golden statue without blinking, and hung it back on his clothes, but this time he was not as cautious and respectful as before.

He said coldly, "Let's eat your peaches. If it wasn't for the fear of wasting wool, you would be finished by now."

As for the two sentences before Zhao Gongming and Zhang Yuanbo, if he hadn't stopped in time, the Kang family would have been wiped out by the earthquake just like the old Zhijun palace before he came.

Qingyang looked at the spear piercing through the lute bone of Kang Siding, and tried to reach out to grab it.

Lord Wuling: "Little Jingui, don't!"

Qingyang grabbed the gun safe and sound, and the familiar sense of power and bewitchment surged into his heart at the same time, but no matter how powerful the bewitchment was, Qingyang's suspicion that he might have been holding the wrong thigh was stronger than Qingyang.

"Aw!" Kang Si Ding screamed half-deadly, cursing, "You treat me like a string, if you want to draw a gun, let me go first!"

Qingyang didn't pay any attention, Quan Dang Kang Siding was an ornament on the gun, and dragged them into the house together, following the flow of spirit energy into the most distorted bedroom.

"..." Qingyang was in a complicated mood. If he really enshrined the evil god, why did the evil god help him refine his eyes, and even allow him to use this gun?Judging from the reactions of the five senior brothers, one can guess how terrifying this gun is. In the past, no one dared to touch it except its owner.

Full of thoughts, he held the handle of the gun behind his back with both hands, and slammed it down in the center of the bedroom——

Kang Siding: "No——!!!"

Accompanied by Kang Siding's useless roar, the magic circle hidden under the bedroom cracked inch by inch, and the sealed objects in it—or ghosts in other words—gradually emerged from the ground.

The strong wind instantly filled the entire bedroom, and hearing the screams outside, it might have filled the entire house.

Even if the magic circle was broken, the Yin ghost was locked in a cage-like magic weapon extremely cautiously and viciously.

The cage was only about half an arm high, and the old man with gray hair and beard was curled up in it in an extremely twisted, seemingly painful posture, and the fortune of bathing the entire Kang family came from him.

The old man slowly raised his head in the small magic weapon, revealing a pair of bloody, hollow eyes, which obviously made Kang Si Ding lose the ability of yin and yang eyes, and he also paid the price.

The old man trembled his lips, and before he had time to discuss the terms of cooperation with the enemy's enemy, the magic cage that imprisoned him was gently picked apart by Qingyang with the tip of his spear.

"I feel it, you boy." Zhao Gongming rushed forward, "Is your surname Shen? Your father Shen You brought you to my temple to worship. Your original name was Shen Fu, and you were Shen Wansan from Zhouzhuang. right?"

"Who, who?" Qingyang's deep state was interrupted immediately, and he staggered, "Zhouzhuang, Shen Wansan?"

... No wonder Senior Brother Zhao said that Kang Si Ding had no fortune, yet Kang Si Ding became a wealthy businessman.No wonder the modern senior brother Zhao would say, "People's hearts are unpredictable, and I never protected the Kang family. You see, after the Taiping Army burned Pingyang City, the Kang family disappeared?"

The fire of the Taiping Army was placed behind Kang Siding's death.The magic circle had not been repaired for many years, and the Taiping army's fire had liberated Shen Wansan. Since then, the Kang family has gradually declined, and in the end, there are no descendants or even the remains of the Kang family.

Yes, after careful calculation, Shen Wansan was from the end of Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of Ming Dynasty, and he happened to be in the period of repairing the book of life and death in the underworld for the past five hundred years.

Shen Wansan stood up slowly. Although the ninety-year-old man was full of resentment, he could still see his confidence and alertness at the beginning: "Kang Siding... I said earlier, the sky has eyes! You are very talented, you taught yourself the Taoism, but you are so talented. This is evil, if you can’t become an immortal, you will use Taoism to amass wealth, and sooner or later, you will suffer from it and have nothing!"

After Shen Wansan scolded Kang Siding, he turned around and bowed deeply to Qingyang: "Thank you kind man for your help."

"Oh, don't, don't, don't." Qingyang jumped to the side, and began to count how many centuries this old man is older than him, and this gift will take a lot of life, "Kang Siding tortured and used you like this, it should not be. Now that you are free, what are you going to do?"

Shen Wansan was tortured, and Kang Siding was the mastermind, while the other servants and maidservants were absolutely unaware of it.Although they have enjoyed unidentified offerings for many years because of this, they are not guilty of death.

"Kang Siding arrested me back then, so he should have known that there would be a backlash one day. It is reasonable for me to take revenge." Shen Wansan was trapped for decades, and even used the trick of burning jade and stone, but he was still very rational. , since they have been affected by my wealth, they will naturally also be affected by my ghost, and when the Kang family collapses, they will be sent home, and it will be fine if they are unlucky for a few years."

When Shen Wansan was trapped in the magic circle, he had thought about these issues more than once, and had already made plans, including the huge fortune that Kang Siding used him to obtain.Just when he was about to say that it was all destroyed, Shen Wansan suddenly lost his mind: "...As for the money, since this priest is my savior, I will leave it to you to deal with it."

"Full power!" Obai and his yin soldiers had no chance to make a move, and they were still looking around boredly, but after hearing this, they regained their spirits, "Is it all the property?"

Compared with Oboi who once fenced the land, the Yin soldiers never expected to have as much money as the Kang family, frantically expressing their opinions and hugging their thighs:

"Move, move! We can help!"

"This is the power of the God of Wealth. If you don't make a move, it's nothing. Once you make a move, it's amazing!"

"Er Di Niang, can this house be moved? If not, can the lease be changed..."

Qingyang narrowed his eyes.

He kept an eye out: this Shen Wansan is so blind, when he didn't talk about money just now, he was called a "good man", why did his tone of voice sound a bit wrong when he mentioned money, and he knew he was a Taoist priest just by opening his mouth?

Recalling the many times of evil thoughts, Qingyang pretended to be pleasantly surprised and reached out to hug Shen Wansan, and when he approached, he sniffed gently——

Sweet-scented osmanthus.

When the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers were in bloom, he enshrined the small sweet-scented osmanthus sachet that he enshrined to the small statue of the master, and the master always carried it with him, but now Shen Wansan, the old man ghost, had the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on him.

Qingyang is about to hehe, the relationship has always been, "Master Zu" has been engaged in fishing law enforcement?Just to put it bluntly, the previous "heaven and earth are not benevolent and treat everything as a straw dog" can be misunderstood. Could it be that this "master ancestor" is not even a disciple of their Taoist sect! !

Qingyang was about to grab the neck of "Master Zu" and shake it in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface, maintaining a subtle smile, and let go of the frozen old man Shen: "No need, if there is a problem, you will come out, and you won't take more money. For you, I will only charge the fee that should be charged, and the rest of the treasure, why not donate it to the Yellow River harnessing project presided over by Mr. Zhang?"

When he said this, he stared closely at Mr. Shen, and sure enough, he noticed that just after he finished speaking, Mr. Shen showed a not-so-obvious look of ecstasy for a moment, and then said pleasantly: "This method is better! How can I I didn’t expect it. I’ve been locked in this cage for a long time, and my head is not working! Just do as the benevolent man said. But this house can’t be donated, and I can’t keep it. I beg the benevolent man to burn it down for me later.”

Qingyang kept smiling with a yellow bean face: "..."

Look, the title is back again.

Most of the old people couldn't understand the meaning of this soybean-faced smile, so after Mr. Shen finalized his plan, he turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Kang Siding with resentment.

During these decades of being imprisoned, tortured, and treated as human blood steamed buns, Mr. Shen has already described this day countless times in his heart, and Kang Siding only had time to shout: "I have a relationship with Master Mingzhu!" Shadow engulfed.

Qingyang said calmly: "Really? The Eldest Prince's fortune has been cut off again. The Eldest Prince is so miserable, he was born to be against money."

He wanted to blurt out the question a few times, but his eyes fell on the sharp spear that was still firmly imprisoning Kang Siding, allowing old man Shen's revenge to go smoothly.

Just now he and Kang Si Ding fought each other, and Kang Si Ding's strength was only slightly inferior to his. Without this sharp spear, it would not be so easy for Mr. Shen to take revenge, right?

"..." Qingyang hesitated.

In the end, it was the getting along with him these days that made him hesitate. He used to think that this "master" had a real personality, and he was more intimate than the modern Sanqing masters, even a little cute.

While recalling the steps of the send-off ceremony hesitantly in his heart, Qingyang couldn't stop thinking: Doesn't this "evil god" look very evil?At most, it was tempting him to do something wrong, but in fact, he was always guiding him to do something that punishes evil and promotes good... When he snatched the toy box, he was so bully, which caused him to be rebellious a few times.

Moreover, he still has a great dignity on his body, and the five senior brothers didn't say anything...

No matter what, it must have something to do with the ancestors, right?And with consent, otherwise Senior Brother Zhao and the others, as Taoist disciples, would rather die than tolerate others taking the Sanqing sacrifice in person.

...That's right, why isn't the "master ancestor" the master? The senior brothers clearly saw it with their own eyes, but they didn't tell him the truth... Qingyang quickly approached Zhao Gongming with extremely resentful eyes: "Senior brother, are you a traitor?" gone?"

Zhao Gongming was shocked and almost dropped the gold ingot in his hand: "What, what?"

Has it been exposed?He helped the Demon Ancestor conceal his identity and sneaked into the Taoist sect.

Qingyang didn't expect Zhao Gongming to come out as soon as he cheated. Zhao Gongming was full of panic, and swore with his fingers up: "No, I never betrayed the Taoist sect. The three above all know it! I can't say anything about the rest. "

Qingyang: "?"

really know!Who the hell is that, who can make the three ancestors look at him differently, and who can control the Dao?

Sanqing Tianzun is the supreme god, and the next one is Haotian Jinque Supreme Jade Emperor, could it be him?No, why did the Jade Emperor test his mind so hard? Then there are six imperial guards, but no one uses a gun?By the way, in the previous battles, he was blessed and even used a sword.

Qingyang fell into hard thinking: ...how about letting him go first?Anyway, the three masters knew about it, and they were able to control the Dao, so their status and seniority must not be low.

He pondered for a moment, then gently held up the little golden pendant on his chest: "Master, you are the master, right? You will never lie to me, right?"

Well, then let him be the eternal master.

Qingyang stretched out his hand without changing his expression, pinched the bridge of Luo Hu's deliberately protruding little golden statue Yuanshi Tianzun's nose, and forced him back: "He also said that he was not shot by that guy Kang Siding, you see, this nose is crooked."

Luo Hu, who just made some fine-tuning: "!!!"