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

As soon as the idea of ​​transferring property came up, it lingered in Mingzhu's mind until he fell asleep that night. He was still tossing and turning restlessly, and even had several nightmares, and was so frightened that he suddenly woke up: "Hey——"

The old housekeeper who came to wake the master to wash up was startled: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Huh...huh..." Mingzhu took a few breaths, and she didn't need the old housekeeper to call, she turned over and got out of bed in a panic: "I dreamed that Nalan Mansion was flooded, and I took the money to take the whole family with me. Fleeing, everyone was rescued, but the money fell all over the place. I tried desperately to fish and pick it up, but I didn’t leave a piece of broken silver, and finally chased a copper plate and fell into a big smelly gutter .”

The old housekeeper laughed and said: "This is the master who heard what happened to the Kang family. He thinks about it every day and dreams about it at night, right?"

"..." Mingzhu thought to herself, what do you know, only Master, I can remember everything and see through everything.

What a wicked thing this is, the more Mingzhu thought about it, the more flustered she became: "Send someone to ask for leave for the old man, I want to go to Qinhuai in plain clothes."

Asking him to transfer the money, Mingzhu was still very unwilling. He wanted to fight again, whether he could get the statue of the God of Wealth back from Master Qingyang.

Thinking of Rong Ruo, Mingzhu started flipping through the banknotes again: "Go to the ancestral hall to get more high-quality incense sticks and gold ingots."

How much should I bring... Mingzhu thought with the banknotes, forget it, bring them all, if this fails, there will be no chance to grab so many banknotes in the future!

"Senior brother." Qingyang stood in front of the main hall, holding his chin and looking at it, "You said that I didn't cut corners when I made the statue, why did Master Yuqing's nose ferment like dough? I feel that the eyebrows There are also some flowers."

Ever since he realized that a certain person's identity was wrong and he attacked Xiao Jinshen, Qingyang paid special attention to it, and he found that the statue of Yuanshi Tianzun in the main hall was different from before.It's just that he didn't notice it when he looked at it every day. Now that he paid attention to it purposefully, he really found something was wrong.

Zhao Gongming, who was always called by name, couldn't tell: "...Yes, right."

Qingyang had prepared the tools long ago, sharpened the file with two "cheesing" sounds, carried the basket and stepped on the long ladder and went up.First, the carefully adjusted eyebrow shape of Luo Hu was scraped off and redrawn without hesitation, and then he picked up the file and refiled the bridge of the nose one by one: "Oh, it's all my fault, it must have happened somewhere when the statue was made. If there is a mistake, how could such a serious problem arise.”

Luo Huben was sitting on the head of Yuanshi Statue with the utmost arrogance, staring at the ghosts and gods serving him in the audience, Qingyang slashed down, and he flew down from the head of Yuanshi Statue like a frightened gull. , the thousands of layers of black gauze transformed from pure yin in the world were startled and confused for a moment, turning into a black mist that overflowed and scattered, and finally under Luo Hu's control, they converged and settled down again, honestly bearing the blood on it formed by the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Made of sharp silver streaks.

Luo Hu stared at Qingyang suspiciously while following the hairs of the green cloak blown up on the road behind him: I'm afraid it was not intentional to strike so hard, right?Do you know something?

He scrutinized Qingyang's expression carefully, and found no flaws. Qingyang still thought guiltily: "Oh, I'm so unqualified, I can't even make a statue well. Don't worry, master, when I'm making a bronze statue, I will Be sure to pay attention, this kind of problem is never allowed to happen again. Before changing the bronze statue, I will check it every day, and your image will definitely not be damaged!"

Luo Hu: "...??"

There is no need to...!

With the blessing of mana, Qingyang quickly dried the paint. Don't look at the roughness of his hands, in fact, he did delicate work.

"Ah, my little boss, how about mending the statue? The craftsmanship is really good!" Mr. Shen entered the door with incense sticks in his mouth, and gave a thumbs up without knowing it. "I can't even see the trace!"

"..." Luo Hu instantly cast a hateful look, didn't he, after working so hard for so many days, he returned to the original point with one stroke.

Qingyang came down the long ladder in a refreshed manner: "You are quite skilled in holding the incense stick."

Shen Wansan also helped pick up the basket: "The pipe that I drank for a while, now that I think about it, it's not as good as the incense from Xiaodong's."

The old man came here not only to blow rainbow farts, but also told the news he had contacted with the Ninth Prince: "... The basic location of the branch has been decided, but I am always worried. Can the little boss give me Do you also post talismans like shopkeeper Chen and Mr. Rong? I want to do it myself for opening a branch—by the way, make me a lot of incense in advance, and I will take it with me on the way.”

Oboi just came back from military training, and just heard this sentence, and immediately seized the opportunity to lash out: "After so many years of cultivating ghosts and immortals, I can't even walk under the sun, so I should make up for incense. But with your progress, What's the use of madly replenishing incense?"

"...?" Mr. Shen didn't understand at all, where did this habit of always stepping on each other come from in the Taoist temple?

In front of Oboi deliberately, old man Shen arrogantly took out another large handful of incense, put it in his mouth, it was equivalent to smoking more than a dozen cigarettes at the same time, and walked away swaggeringly after asking for the talisman.

Obai hated it so much that lemon juice dripped from his eyes: "Eat, eat you to death, sooner or later you will be blown up..."

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With the bank notes sent by Qingyang, Jueming seized the time to find craftsmen to build Buddha statues and build Buddhist temples.When the craftsman came along the alley for the first time, he asked gossipingly, "Old abbot, I see there is a Taoist temple up ahead. Are you going to play against the Taoist priest?"

Jueming shook his head like a rattle: "Don't you dare, don't you dare, the money for building the Buddhist temple was lent to me by my friend from Qingyang."

He hadn't sung the opposite opera yet, and he had already been slapped like this. If he really sang the opposite opera, he couldn't even imagine how miserable it would be.

Jue Xin is also considered to be lucky. If he succeeds in enlightenment before sculpting the Buddha statue, he can get some merits for building the "Sambhogakaya" statue.The brothers and sisters took turns to be on duty, and the craftsmen worked overtime, and soon the three cottages were repaired.

On the day of the consecration ceremony, Qingyang also came to have a look.

The construction of the Buddhist temple is simple, and only the basic requirements of shelter from wind and rain and firmness are guaranteed. The most important thing is the Buddha statue.Because he didn't have the craftsmanship of Qingyang's own statues, Jue Ming spent the most money on them, and finally placed a dozen statues of Buddha and Bodhisattva in the main hall.

Qingyang didn't study Buddhism, so he didn't recognize most of these Buddha statues. Based on his attire and posture, he only recognized Guanyin and Dizang.

Jueming knew that it was not easy for Qingyang to enter the Buddhist temple, so after the consecration ceremony, he came out to express his gratitude: "We will definitely repay the money owed to you as soon as possible."

Qingyang waved his hand: "What's the hurry, I just came here to tell you that the theme restaurant of Nine Princes and I will soon open more branches, and the amount of Buddha's light that you need to provide will definitely increase greatly by then, and your salary will soon increase. Enough to pay off the debt."

Jue Xin was taken aback for a moment, that expression obviously didn't take "being able to pay off the debt alive" into consideration at all.

Jue Ming was also shocked and said: "...Really? What about after the debt is paid off?"

He was also dazed for a moment, and the monk actually consulted the Taoist priest about the future development direction.

"It's up to you to think about it," Qingyang said, "Anyway, the follow-up maintenance will definitely need the help of Buddhist disciples. If you want to go back to the Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Qing Dynasty, I will go find someone again. If it is not possible, you can also go to the underworld... "

Qingyang reckoned that the underworld in this area of ​​Nanjing would almost be exhausted by him!As I said last time, I will soon be unable to afford the money to pay the remuneration... Qingyang feels that it is possible to use the underworld as an intermediary to exchange with Buddhist disciples.

Jue Ming was a little dazed, but quickly regained his mind, looked at the brand-new Buddhist temple, and Uncle Zhang who was leisurely watering the weeds: "Where the Buddha is, that is where I will go. And I promised to serve Uncle Zhang and take care of it for him. As for the matter behind the scenes, as disciples of Buddhism, how can the old monk and Jue Xin break their promises. Little friend, we should leave the maintenance of the restaurant to us and pay the salary as usual, and the old monk also wants to build a golden body for me Buddha and Bodhisattvas."

Uncle Zhang raised his head abruptly: "Ming...Master Jueming..."

Jue Xin hurried over to help Uncle Zhang: "Be careful, what's wrong?"

The wrinkles on Uncle Zhang's face were full of wonder: "Isn't this...a Taoist priest? Why...you asked the Taoist priest to give you money?"

Jue Ming, Jue Xin: "..."

The uncle usually doesn't speak, so it turns out that he is hiding a thorn, piercing his heart unexpectedly.

Qingyang almost burst out laughing: "By the way, I almost forgot to ask, since Juexin is enlightened, and now he is turning seven phases, who is he going to save?"

Jue Xin: "..."

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Qingyang saw that Juexin was pierced again, and his crit doubled, "Could it be harder than Yuanyuan?"

Jue Ming pressed Qing Yang's hand in great pain: "Little friend..." He hesitated for a long time before saying, "It's Xiao Zhuang Ren Xuan Cheng Xian Gong Yi Yi Tian Qi Shengwen Queen..."

Fortunately, he was able to memorize this long series of posthumous titles. It was all because Jue Xin retreated into the room like a demon just after enlightenment. He was really worried. When he opened the door, he saw that the table and the floor were covered with paper. , filled with desperately destined people.

Fortunately, he got in in time, otherwise Jue Xin would almost have fallen into a demon right after he became enlightened.

Qingyang: "..."

The Buddha really has a problem with you two, he has no intention of making you two become Buddhas.Comparing the two, Chen Yuanyuan is fairly simple.

Qingyang pondered for a moment: "You... Come on, let's try to build golden bodies for Buddhas and Bodhisattvas." Qingyang said sympathetically, "I'll give you some salary increases..."

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The monks are really miserable, Qingyang's attitude towards the "Master Ancestor" has softened a bit in retrospect, anyway, no matter who he is, this one is always towards him, and the golden thigh is quite cool to hug.

"Rangling?" The rattle made a tentative sound, and Osmanthus Fragrance approached Qingyang cautiously, "Rangling."

The file before was too ruthless, Luo Hu was cut several times, and his heart was almost dark, but Qingyang was right from the beginning to the end, and he couldn't lose his temper, and now he was a little wary when he wanted to urge sweets.

Qingyang took it over and looked through it: "Why, is the paint off somewhere? It seems that there is none."

"..." Luo Hu's chest was suddenly blocked.Obviously, when he shook the rattle before, the little Taoist knew it was time to make sweets, but now he is still talking nonsense about whether the paint will come off... It has changed, the little Taoist has changed!

Are you kidding me again?Based on his own inexperience, Luo Hu guessed for a while, and felt that this was probably the case.

Anyway, the little Taoist didn't have a file in his hand now, and he wasn't attached to the statue, so Luo Hu simply rolled up his sleeves, pushed Qingyang to the kitchen with one hand, and rested his other hand on Qingyang's head to activate his mana.

In mid-October, crabs are at their fattest.When offering sweet-scented osmanthus sachets before, the little Taoist was so hyped that he would make all kinds of crab roe desserts for him in October. Thin!

"Hmm..." Qingyang just said something casually, he didn't expect to get a head massage, so he couldn't help but close his eyes.

In fact, after the incident with the monk, he was ready to push it halfway, and was thinking about what kind of dessert to make comfortably, when a breathless shout came from the door of the Taoist temple: "Master! Master Qingyang!"

This voice is so familiar, it sounds like Nalan Mingzhu who gave him two boxes of silver!

At present, how can one indulge in pleasure, Qingyang forced himself to push away the hand of the master, and put on a business smile: "Master Mingzhu——"

When Mingzhu entered the door, he saw Master Qingyang holding a rattle, smiling all over his face: "..." He carefully looked at the red thing, and asked with awe, "What magic weapon is this? It looks like a rattle."

Qingyang: "...This is the rattle."

Can you be more scientific about the magic weapon and the illegal weapon, and don’t involve superstition in everything.

Qingyang stuffed the rattle behind his waist casually: "Why did you come to Guanli? Do you want to be Rongruo? I'll ask someone to call him..."

Mingzhu waved her hands again and again: "It's not in a hurry." My son can't run away, but the silver is not necessarily the case. In the dream, he chased the copper plate and threw it into the gutter. "This time, I mainly want to ask the master if he can Please God of Wealth."

It was ready on Mingzhu Road, took out ten silver bills, and put them into the sesame oil box devoutly: "I am sincere, master must help me to see."

"It's possible, but why do you suddenly want to invite the God of Wealth?" Qingyang asked suspiciously as he walked towards the side hall.

He mainly suspected that Mingzhu was not sent by the First Prince to make a detour to invite the God of Wealth!It would be bad if this was the case, with Brother Zhao's violent temper, all the nine copper coins that had finally slipped through his fingers had to be taken back.

Lord Wuling was sitting in a circle in the side hall to eat, and when he heard the commotion outside, he turned his head indifferently, and saw Xiao Jingui leading an old man in, followed by a thief in black clothes... stealing...

"!" Liu Yuanda poked Zhao Gongming to his feet immediately, attracting a wave of firepower first, while he and the other three brothers shrank back, trying to reduce the sense of presence.

Oh my god, it was terrible, he didn't see the Demon Ancestor following Xiao Jingui step by step, trying to retrieve his rattle without a trace.

Zhao Gongming was caught off guard: "Oh—"

Qingyang didn't see Liu Yuanda's small movements, but only heard Zhao Gongming's howling, and he was startled, the rattle on his waist was in the wrong place with the probing hand of Mozu: "Senior brother, what's your name, I haven't talked to you yet. What is the purpose of Master Zhu's visit, why are you so unwilling to be enshrined by him?"

Zhao Gongming was about to burst into tears, thinking that although he seemed to be the most beautiful one in Wuling Kilometer, in fact, the trees were beautiful in the forest, and the wind would destroy them. He didn't think that every time he was unlucky, it was him.

With tears in his eyes, he glanced at Mingzhu: "This man, he's just average, so it's fine to worship him."

Zhao Gongming sat down again, isn't Xiao Jingui's incense fragrant?Isn't Xiao Jingui's fasting feast beautiful?Well, why do you want to give the spirit to someone who is related to Yinyi and Kang's family.

Mingzhu couldn't hear or see Zhao Gongming, so she could only infer from Qingyang's words in fear: "God of Wealth! Please don't blame my Nalan family!"

"??" Qingyang wondered, "Master Mingzhu, where did you start with that?"

"Ah? Isn't it?" Mingzhu said a series of inferences of her own, "... I remember the case of the Ministry of Internal Affairs last time, the tablet you invited was the God of Wealth, and I want to ask you to help me. Be honest. No, can I entrust some of the money in the mansion to you for safekeeping..."

Only then did Lord Wuling raise his head with interest, wanting to hear Mingzhu's details, and just as he raised his head, he met Luohu's fierce eyes: "..."

——Forget it, life is important, bow your head.

Qingyang was speechless: "You think too much, the eldest prince and the Kang family are in special circumstances. You didn't disrespect the God of Wealth, did you? Did you raise little ghosts to harm others? If that's the case, what are you afraid of?"

Qingyang stuffed back the bank notes that Mingzhu had taken out all at once, and said earnestly: "At your age, it is not easy to save a little, don't always be blindly superstitious, and be easily cheated out of your savings."

Looking at Mingzhu's gray hair and beard, Qingyang seems to have returned to the scene when he was taken by the master to the nursing home for condolences. At that time, he gave science education to the elderly one by one. The remaining few common sentences are: don't see anything Religious pamphlets have been brainwashed, and now the rule of law society does not allow such propaganda of religion; if you are sick, you must go to the doctor, the hospital is more reliable than Fushui...

Pearl: "..."

What kind of ghostly tone is this, as if he is some kind of ignorant old man.

Mingzhu held the bank note unwillingly: "Then, then I can invest in Qingfu Restaurant, and open a branch in Kyoto."

Why, don't you want to give away free money?

Shen Wansan had just returned from a business trip with the image of a middle-aged man, and when he heard this sentence head-on, he rushed over like a rabbit and grabbed the silver ticket: "Yes, yes, we have a good bonus, are you acquaintances? Mr. Rong I saw your portrait there."

Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief after being robbed of money, and smiled: "Really..."

Shen Wansan: "Huh? Really, Mr. Rong faces the painting every day—"

Mingzhu: "I mean bonuses."

Shen Wansan: "..."

Shen Wansan: "It depends on what you want. After you die, you can stay in the temple to accompany your son, or you can go to the underworld immediately after being rescued by the master."

Mingzhu: "...?"

What, it means I have to die first?

For the management of the Yellow River, Kangxi's southern inspection team stayed for a long time, but fortunately, they did not encounter any problems in the future.

Kangxi wanted to give his sons a chance to exercise. When he arrived in Qinhuai, he only dealt with the remnants of the White Lotus Sect. He didn't go to Qingfu Temple to visit. A few days after returning to the palace, he called the fourth brother Yinzhen.

Following behind the old eunuch delivering the decree, Yinzhen seemed to be calm, but actually fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand uneasily.

He was thinking that he had just met his birth mother Concubine De, and saw Er Niang joking with his fourteenth brother, the moment he saw him, both of them put away their smiles.

Today's Yinzhen is only 23 years old, and the feeling of being rejected by his biological mother and younger brother made him unable to control his face even though he was in the palace.

Yinzhen's eyes darkened, and his hands were clenched into fists. He didn't come back to his senses until he walked to the door of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and the old eunuch sang, "The Emperor——"

"Hey, no courtesy." Kangxi waved his hands and said bluntly without waiting for Yinzhen to finish asking, "I called you here today because I have something important to do with you. I heard Empress Xiaoyi say that, You often study the classics of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism, among which you have the most experience in Buddhism, and the masters you have studied have said that you are very close to Buddhism."

Yinzhen froze for a moment.

For various reasons, after the full moon, he was raised by Empress Xiaoyi, and after Empress Xiaoyi passed away, when Huang Ama met him, she always avoided the topic of Empress Xiaoyi, but she did not expect to bring it up today.

Kangxi didn't wait for Yinzhen to reply, and continued: "I want you to pay more attention these days and prepare well. After a while, I will take you to Mount Wutai."

When Kangxi said this, he hesitated to tell Yinzhen the whole truth, but he worried that the fourth child would be like Baocheng, who would have to take the burden on himself, making him tired and nervous, so he just said lightly: "Okay." Now, just for this matter, you have been spending more time in the Buddhist hall in the palace recently, learning a lot with the lamas, put other matters first, and step back."

Yinzhen:"……??"

No, if something happens, I will back down.Why did Huang Ama speak without beginning or end this time? Why did he stay in the Buddhist hall for so long? Why did he make such serious preparations for going to Mount Wutai?It's not like he wants to become a monk.

Yinzhen has lost the protection of his adoptive mother, Empress Xiaoyi, and his biological mother, concubine De, and several younger brothers are not close to him. He likes to think about everything, and he has to figure it out.

Obtaining the decree by instinct, he came to the nearest Buddhist hall again. Yinzhen sat in front of the Buddha, and the indifferent, unfamiliar and even repulsive eyes of the concubine De concubine kept flashing in front of his eyes. The sound of the lama chanting sutras could not suppress the most negative thoughts from the bottom of his heart:

Huang Ama never does things aimlessly. With today's reckless instructions, is it true that he is going to send me to Mount Wutai to become a monk?

Yinzhen almost stood up straight away, barely restraining himself.

Reason told him that this was impossible, but worrying about gains and losses urged him to be prepared.

Yinzhen suffered for a long while, turned to call out to the lama beside him, and said with a serious face: "Buddhism will not accept any kind of disciple."

The lama didn't know why Yinzhen asked this question, and thought that Yinzhen was discussing and debating with him: "Buddha saves all living beings."

"..." Yinzhen took a deep breath, "What kind of disciple would Master get bored with?"

The lama smiled lightly and made a flower-like gesture.

Yinzhen:"????"

I'm not trying to play tricks with you, I'm asking this question seriously, can you answer it in a worldly way.

Yinzhen could only ask more directly: "If there is a person who insults and scolds the Buddha, would the master still want to save him?"

The lama looked solemn, and clasped his hands firmly: "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell!"

Yinzhen's pupils trembled: "..."

What, what do you mean, if I go to Wutai Mountain to insult Buddha, will the monks in Wutai Mountain chase me to accept disciples instead? ?