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

Qingyang woke up slowly from the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.

When he closed his eyes and was about to open them, he still thought in a daze: October is almost November, isn't the sweet-scented osmanthus withered early?

The sweet-scented osmanthus planted near Xiaozhai Alley is Cinnabar Osmanthus, which has a short flowering period, concentrated from late September to early October.Because the name coincides with the cinnabar commonly used in Taoism, when believers come to offer incense, they will shake a small bag of fresh ones and send them to the temple.Anyway, Qingyang is confident that in this season, if there is a cinnabar osmanthus that has not yet thanked, it will be shaken up.

Just wondering, Qingyang heard a very soft, tentative voice: "Lang Lang."

Qingyang: "..."

Depend on!Qingyang woke up instantly, and sat up abruptly: "Master—oh!"

His forehead bumped into something invisible, probably the chin of a fake master, Qingyang rubbed the sore spot with tears in his eyes: "Why did the master come to the disciple's hut, this is so out of order."

Just about to lift the quilt, turn over and get out of bed, a stream of cool body temperature suddenly and silently pressed against Qingyang's forehead, and the cool wide sleeves with a faint scent of osmanthus swept over Qingyang's nose.

"..." Qingyang froze for a moment.

The bump on the forehead was gently rubbed with fingertips, urging mana to disperse the pain, with caution, like a blue whale wanting to use its several-meter-long fins to caress the nudibranchs gliding past on the sandy shore of the sea.

"..." Qingyang has never been so close to his master in his life. After being rubbed a few times, his tense back could not help but soften, and he silently closed his mouth that wanted to drive away the guest.

Also... quite comfortable, this massage technique is worthy of an expert number.Is it okay to fight like this for sweets?

Qingyang couldn't see how guilty Luo Hu, who was rubbing his forehead intently, had a guilty expression, and perhaps there was a bit of pity that he didn't realize.

Of course he didn't come in to give the little Taoist a massage.With a rattle, I wanted to enter the door and rang it hard, so as to ask the little Taoist priest why he responded coquettishly, but the little Taoist priest refused to make dessert for himself, but he was stunned when he entered the door.

This was the first time that Luo Hu had entered Qingyang's hut, and it was also the first time he had seen and experienced how small the hut was.His black dress and green cloak, even in the main hall, can still look quite imposing, but when entering this squat room, it just seems to be in the way.

While Luo Hu pressed the cloak and black clothes hard, he felt as if he had squeezed out both his anger and confidence before he entered the door.

This little Taoist priest, why is he wasting himself so much, living in this kind of place?Except for the bed, lamp, and futon, there is no fourth piece of furniture in the entire room.Did all the money earned by the restaurant be spent on him...

The two had their own thoughts, and the small hut was quiet, only the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus lingered.

The atmosphere was quiet and beautiful, and a scream outside the window pierced the morning of Qingfu Temple:

"Ah—you nasty old man, how could you treat me like this!"

In the next second, the little Qingfu temple seemed to be awakened by this sound, and it came to life completely.All kinds of voices came one after another, ghosts and gods gathered together to eat, bickering and fighting from time to time, and there was also the sound of booing while watching a play.

Qingyang: "..."

Isn't the breadwinner worth a quarter of an hour? !

Qingyang sighed and lifted the quilt: "Thank you Master, I'll go and see what's going on outside."

Putting on the taoist robe that had been washed off by himself, Qingyang hurried out, and saw Chen Yuanyuan crying as a beauty, while chasing Shen Wansan with all viciousness: "You actually didn't even tell me, and just used Nalan Mingzhu's money to chase after Shen Wansan." Opening a branch of Qingfu Restaurant in Kyoto! The promised Qingfu Restaurant will be managed by me, so if you do this, don’t you share my bonus with others!”

"That's not to blame for being too stingy!" Shen Wansan yelled vaguely with incense in his mouth.

Regardless of Shen Wansan's appearance as an old man, he is also a cultivator of ghosts and immortals. He is more flexible than Chen Yuanyuan when he lifts up his robes, and it doesn't even prevent him from enjoying the incense: "Then you paid for the opening of a branch! I will distribute the bonus to you."

Chen Yuanyuan took a breath, and accused even more sadly: "How can this be, you still want to squeeze the savings of a weak woman like me."

Shen Wansan persuaded: "You can't go in, you can't go in, girl."

Chen Yuanyuan: "Nonsense! This girl can only get in and out!"

Qingyang is speechless, is this kind of thing delaying his enjoyment of the expert massage?I should have known that he hadn't heard it.

A mature breadwinner should learn how to pretend to be deaf and dumb, Qingyang yawned and went to the backyard.After washing up carefully, Qingyang picked up the basket, ready to go out to buy ingredients to make crab cakes.

Osmanthus Fragrance approached quickly, and lifted the basket from Qingyang's hand: "..."

Qingyang: "...Master, I know you really want to help, but if you do this, you will probably scare the boss who sells crabs into unconsciousness."

The basket was put back on Qingyang's arm, but it was weightless, obviously being dragged.

Qingyang: "..."

"Master Zu" is really abnormal today! !

He couldn't help looking at the three groups of god statues in the main hall vigilantly, but he didn't see anything wrong. He was about to turn around and ask a senior brother, when a clear cough came from the door: "Little friend's Taoist temple is still as lively as ever. .”

Jue Xin maintained his usual taciturnity, standing behind Jue Ming with a bitter face, watching the chaos of demons dancing in the Taoist temple, he couldn't help showing a trace of rejoicing in his eyes: Although Uncle Zhang has hidden thorns in his words, he doesn't show them many times .

"..." Qingyang's psychology suddenly became unbalanced, "I will remember to bring them all with me in the next renovation."

"I just mentioned it casually!" Jue Ming was shocked, and quickly changed the topic, "Well, I came to the door today to ask for leave, where is the old lady?"

"I went to the restaurant early in the morning." Qingyang said, "Why do you want to ask for leave again, and what is the reason this time?"

Jue Ming clasped his palms together and said: "Before, I also told the master that I met my junior brother back then, it was at Mount Wutai. At that time, I was invited by a Buddhist friend to discuss Buddhism, and I was invited by him again a few days ago. I thought to myself, The Baxiang Temple of Lao Na and Junior Brother has just been built, and this time I can go there to learn how to take care of the temple."

"Oh," Jue Ming said, Qingyang immediately remembered the monk's misery, and immediately became sympathetic, "I have to learn."

Jueming breathed a sigh of relief: "This is the spare Buddha light prepared by the old monk and my junior brother. We will only go for a maximum of three days. These should be enough."

Qingyang waved his hand benevolently: "Then you are allowed to ask for leave with pay! Let's try to make your Baxiang Temple worthy of its name as soon as possible!"

"..." Jue Ming and Jue Xin stared blankly at Qing Yang.

"Why?" Qingyang was a little proud, "Have you ever met a conscientious boss? Encourage part-time employees to develop their main business."

"No... this..." Jue Ming raised his hand, pointing to Qing Yang's hand, "Little friend, did you accept a new ghost recently?"

Jue Ming's Taoism is not bad, if he does not ask God to bless him, he is slightly better than Qing Yang.Because of this, Jue Ming was very surprised that he couldn't see through the concealment of this new ghost.

"Ah?" Qingyang looked down, only to realize that the basket in his hand had been taken away at some point, and it was floating in the air.

Because the basket had been supported all the time and had no weight, Qingyang didn't pay attention when he waved his hand just now, and threw it out, only to be taken back by the "Master Ancestor".

Qingyang put the basket back on his arm in shame: "It's not a ghost, it's the god I... currently enshrine."

Jue Ming and Jue Xin: "...??"

What, the god you enshrine? ... Isn't the god you enshrine Sanqing? ?You asked Sanqing to carry the basket for you... No, Sanqing actually carried the basket for you? ? ?

The two monks also felt a huge imbalance for a moment, and stared at Qingyang even more unacceptably.

Why, is this the difference between someone else's home and your own?Their Buddha will only give them tasks that are as difficult as heaven.

Qingyang said calmly: "That's why I gave you paid vacations to study hard..."

Yinzhen's first recitation of Buddhism was not because he was very interested in Buddhism, but because he was impatient and unyielding when he was young. He was beaten several times by Kangxi. Concubine Tong Guifei then invited monks to teach him how to calm down and guard against arrogance Stop being irritable.Later, I don’t know when it started, reciting Buddhist scriptures and copying scriptures has become a habit of his, and it has also become part of the reason for shaping his current character.

Yinzhen followed Kangxi with a sullen face, walked into the top of the Bodhisattva, stood on a high place and looked around. Among the lush green forests of Mount Wutai, there are green temples and yellow temples... The Buddhist holy places he once yearned for are now all It has become a dangerous zone for wading through.

In the past few days, Kangxi has taken him to visit almost all the Buddhist temples in Wutai Mountain. He tried his best to appear ignorant and ignorant throughout the whole process. He tried not to speak as much as he could, but now there is only this Bodhisattva top left, and he will get through it with more effort!

"Your Majesty." The abbot on the Bodhisattva Peak is nearly a hundred years old, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, "The news of your coming to Mount Wutai has already spread among the monks."

Kangxi followed the familiar routine: "This is my fourth prince. He has never been brought to the abbot before. What does the abbot think?"

"..." Yinzhen wished he could bury his head in his chest, his heart was cold and cold.

Before coming to Mount Wutai, after a period of calmness, Yinzhen had let go of the absurd idea that "Huang Ama is going to send me to become a monk" and came to Mount Wutai with Kangxi with pure longing.Unexpectedly, when he stepped into the first temple, Kangxi said, "This is my fourth prince, what does the abbot think?" Instantly pulled out his absurd idea, and stamped it to confirm the truth.

...Even if you go back and be rejected by Huang Ama, and be a Baylor with no sense of existence, it is better than becoming a monk when you really become a monk.Yinzhen frowned and thought, at least people in future generations won't laugh when they see his name, mocking the prince who was sent to the temple for what big mistake he made. Looking at it again, hey, he was still under Empress Xiaoyi since he was a child. Could it be that Empress Xiaoyi's upbringing had a problem with the one raised in front of her?

Kangxi was completely unaware that Yinzhen was repeating his mistakes, so he threw a knife at himself, and encouraged Yinzhen: "Fourth, talk to the master?"

It's really strange, Kangxi wondered, usually in the Buddhist halls in the palace, it is common for the fourth child to argue with lamas, why is he so taciturn these days when he went up the mountain, and the abbots all praised the fourth child for his Buddha nature, could it be that he cultivates Buddhism? Just want to be so bored?

Alas, what's the use of boasting about Buddha nature? The abbots all pretended not to understand what he said. This is the last chance. They must succeed!

Having said that, Kangxi is still very proud that his son can make the abbots praise him without saying a word, but he is not the kind of person who is very good at praising children. He only raises his hand, full of fatherly love, to praise Patted Yinzhen's shoulder gently: "That's all, Yinzhen, you go to the courtyard and wait for me, I will have a chat with the master alone."

Since Yinzhen didn't open his mouth, and he couldn't persuade the monk, it's better to dismiss people, so that some words can be spoken directly.

This beat, to Kangxi, was a father's love that was full of words, but to Yinzhen, it was a knife sent by Huang Ama himself.

"..." Yinzhen only felt that the shoulder that was patted by Kangxi lost consciousness. He couldn't help holding up the knife sadly, and stabbed himself bit by bit: What's the matter, we have to talk alone, it's obviously Huang Amarang I followed, but now they won't let me listen.

How could he want to wait in the yard, wishing he could hang on the crack of the door, what if it was this chat that sold him?

Unexpectedly, Kangxi also specially warned: "Don't eavesdrop."

"..." Yinzhen walked towards the courtyard step by step, and sat down on a stone bench among the bamboo groves in a very low mood.

Those previous abbots must have seen through his difficulties, otherwise they would not have interpreted his intentional silence as having Buddha nature.I just don't know if this old abbot who is the top of the Bodhisattva will sympathize with him... But, what's the use of sympathizing with him?If Huang Ama insisted on letting him be ordained, what would the old abbot do?

Yinzhen seemed to be sitting on a mountain of knives, thinking painfully: This is the last temple, Huang Ama dismissed him, he must be trying to put pressure on the old abbot...

Just as he was thinking, the sound of dead wood being trampled suddenly sounded from the left of Yinzhen.

"Who!" Yin Zhen suddenly jumped up in extreme vigilance, looking around.

It's strange to say that there are so few monks on the top of the Bodhisattva, and the entire courtyard is empty. Could it be that... there is a premeditated attempt to assassinate?

Yinzhen was about to shout loudly, when a gray figure came out slowly: "Don't be alarmed, the benefactor. The poor monk was invited to come to discuss with the Bodhisattva, and the senior brother was teaching scriptures, so the poor monk came out alone. Walk……"

This gray-robed monk is Jue Xin who came out with his senior brother to study with pay.

Long before he came, the senior brother had told him that Xuan Ye might come to Wutai Mountain this time, other than remembering to keep an empty face and cover up his appearance, it was best not to touch it.Jue Xin said yes, but when he thinks about people who are predestined, he cannot avoid introspection. Is this a reminder from the Buddha?Remind him that he owes his mother and son a lot, and how can he become a Buddha if he has not paid off these debts?

Thinking of this, Jue Xin left the meditation room, wanted to come and see his son from a distance, but unexpectedly saw Yin Zhen who was stabbing himself with a knife, causing pain to his heart.

"Why is the benefactor worried?" With just one glance, Jue Xin saw through the relationship between this young man in brocade clothes and himself, "The poor monk would like to talk to the benefactor."

"...??" Yin Zhen dropped the self-produced knife in his heart, and immediately took three steps back.

Where did this monk come from? When other monks on the mountain saw him, they were very considerate and didn't talk to him. Why did this monk take the initiative to talk to him? Worse, did this monk fall in love with him? !

Yinzhen gradually panicked, and instinctively wanted to fiddle with the Buddha beads to calm himself down, and then remembered that in order not to be seen by the monk, he had already dropped all the Buddha-related objects on his body more than ten days ago.

Juexin is unclear, so I think Yinzhen is afraid of life: "Amitabha, don't be alarmed, this is the boundary of Mount Wutai, the pure land of Buddhism, no one can hurt you."

"..." Yinzhen's expression turned even paler, and his ears had automatically translated this sentence as: Amitabha, the donor voluntarily takes refuge, this is the boundary of Mount Wutai, the territory of Buddhism, no one can come to save you.

Jue Xin took a step forward: "Benefactor, I—"

Yinzhen didn't have any knives: "Don't come here!"

"??" Jue Xin even gave Yinzhen a jump, and said that the emptiness I'm using now is the most benevolent, why is he screaming like he saw some pervert plotting evil, "Benefactor, don't misunderstand, I It was because of your bad complexion that I thought—”

"I look good, I don't need you to think about it!" Yinzhen wished he could spit out the knife in his heart and aimed it at the monk.

? ?It's just unreasonable.Juexin stared at Yinzhen carefully, wondering if he was frightened by some evil aura before going up the mountain, and he was so anxious when he collided with the Buddha aura on the mountain: "Amitabha, benefactor, let the poor monk see—"

Yinzhen:"……!!!"

Yinzhen stopped talking, turned around and ran away: It's true, once you open your mouth, you can't shake it off, don't all the monks in the world understand and refuse!

"Wait!" Seeing Yinzhen running away, Jue Xin immediately confirmed his previous guess, that he must have run into an evil, and immediately wanted to get up and hold Yinzhen.

"Bold!"

An angry shout stopped the chase that was about to start.

Kangxi heard Yinzhen's voice outside the house, this was the first time the child sounded so flustered since he was sensible, he immediately put down and continued to persuade, strode out immediately, stood in front of Yinzhen, and sternly shouted at the gray-clothed monk who wanted to do something wrong : "Stop! What do you want to do to my son?"

"..." Yinzhen almost stared at Kangxi standing in front of him in a daze, protecting his back.

Jue Xin was also in a trance, he hadn't seen Kangxi for a long time, the last time he saw him, Kangxi was only an eight-year-old child, "Poor monk... Seeing that the fourth elder brother's complexion is not right, I want to help him take a look."

"?" Kangxi looked back, Yinzhen's complexion was really not quite right, pale and sweaty, and his eyes were loose, "Forget it, then you don't need to come, you scared my son."

There was an imperial physician in the accompanying team, Kangxi temporarily put aside the conversation with the abbot Bodhisattva, and personally sent Yinzhen back to the carriage, and called the imperial physician to take a look. He was really overly frightened, and it is said that he was still anxious and depressed, and his thoughts were too heavy.

"Well, why are you thinking too much, it's not for you to study quietly... oh, that's all." Kangxi sighed, "Yinzhen, you just lie here, rest well, don't think about anything, I'll go talk to the abbot again chat."

"...Yes." Yinzhen held up the self-produced knife sadly again, and stabbed his heart depressedly. Fortunately, the imperial physician who accompanied him was really skilled, and the medicine he sent made Yinzhen stab, I fell into dreamland.

...It's just that this dreamland is a little bit wrong.

"...seeing that the five aggregates are empty, to overcome all hardships..."

"...It is the empty appearance of all dharmas. It is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

"...There is no hindrance, there is no terror, far away from reversed dreams, and finally Nirvana..."

Yinzhen: "—ho!"

The imperial physician who was taking Yinzhen's pulse was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and got up in a panic: "Your Highness, why did you wake up?"

It shouldn't be, his medicine is right for the symptoms, and it is specially used to treat anxiety. Whoever takes it will fall asleep without touching the pillow, and will have no dreams all night.

Yinzhen covered his head with cold sweat and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt: "I had a nightmare. Don't give me sleep aids for now."

He doesn't want to sleep at all now. When he closed his eyes, he dreamed of that gray-robed monk who was reciting the "Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra" to him. Isn't it terrifying?There is a lingering feeling that I can't get rid of even in my dreams...

On the other side, she is using spells to fall into a dream, so as to give Yinzhen the hope of exorcising evil and calming down:? ? ?

He is turning seven phases, right? How can the "Avalokitesvara Heart Sutra" recited wake people up from their dreams? ?

No, I can't give up. The fourth elder brother's condition is too bad. The "Guanyin Heart Sutra" won't work once. At worst, I will dream a few times later, it will be effective in the end!

then.

ten days later.

"Sibeile, your cold is caused by anxiety in your heart." The imperial physician replied respectfully, "Looking at your pulse, you haven't slept well these days, have you?"

"..." Yinzhen was in a trance and didn't hear clearly what the imperial physician said for a moment.

It's terrible, why these days, whenever he closes his eyes, even if it's just a short nap, he will dream of the gray-clothed monk reciting the "Guanyin Heart Sutra" to him? ?

On the other hand, Jue Xin, who had already returned to work, was also very puzzled: Why did he recite the scriptures to the fourth elder brother for so long, and the other party not only did not clear his mind, but also became more anxious the more he listened?It shouldn't be, he recited scriptures to Mr. Zhang in Guanli, and he fell asleep as soon as he recited them. He had no dreams all night.

Jue Xin: Forget it, persistence will always pay off!

Imperial Physician: "You are a good Buddha, otherwise you would recite scriptures—"

Yinzhen's whole body froze, his stomach churned rapidly, and he rushed to the bedside: "Hey——"

After being rinsed by the waiter, Yinzhen said weakly, "Take it away, all the things related to Buddha in the house———" After vomiting again, Yinzhen said stubbornly, "Get out!"

He never wanted to read any Buddhist scriptures again, 哕——

Yinzhen's pain lasted far longer than he expected, to the point that Lao Jiu couldn't help bringing the doctor himself, and knocked on the door of his mansion: "...fourth brother, why did you become like this? ah?"

"..." What can Yinzhen say, saying that he is too fragile mentally, because he is overly frightened, and these days he always dreams of the same monk chanting sutras to him, "It's just... that I didn't sleep very well."

"Come again, come again!" Yinzhen said irritably, "Mynah is like you too. He doesn't think about tea and food. The doctor said he was anxious and insomnia when he saw it, but he couldn't find out the reason."

"...?" Yinzhen was a little surprised, so was Lao Ba?

Ever since he became sensible, the elder brother showed his ambition to compete with the crown prince, so Yinzhen consciously distanced himself from the eighth and ninth elders. In addition to these days, he took leave due to illness and did not go to court... Is the old man like this too?

...But it should not be the same reason as him.

"Fortunately, I care about my brothers the most, and I have a wide network of contacts." Yinzhen slapped a piece of yellow paper on the bedside of Yinzhen, "I specially invited my partner to write a talisman. Stick it on the head of the bed, or press it under the pillow, so that no one dares to disturb your sweet dreams."

Yinzhen looked at Yinzhen hesitantly, wanting to remind him not to talk about his "extensive connections" so as not to be feared by others, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"This is... a Taoist talisman?" Yinzhen fiddled with it hesitantly, but there was nothing special about it except that it was beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

...However, anyway, these days he feels sick when he thinks about Buddhism. Whether this talisman is effective or not is another matter. I press it under the pillow, hoping to change it when I sleep tonight.

Yinzhen stuffed the yellow paper under the pillow, drank the medicine, and lay back on the sick bed under Yinzhen's pressure.

He still wanted to struggle to sit up, not wanting to fall asleep: "I'll send..."

Before finishing the following words, Yin Zhen fell into a dark and sweet dreamland.

There are no monks or Taoist priests in the dream, only soft and comfortable quilts...

On the other side, Jue Xin who was trying to fall into a dream: ...?

Why is Fat Si, who just disappeared for a moment, why did Brother Si suddenly switch camps and become the opponent? ?