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

The Yongding River incident happened, and the corrupt officials involved should be dismounted.The Holy Majesty greatly praised the prince's achievements in the hall, but it was obvious that the prince was not in a good mood.

Bad even.

Sitting in the carriage, Yinreng's face was gloomy, and he only felt that his migraine was getting worse.

What is he so happy about?Those insignificant little chess pieces were removed, but was Yinzhen punished? !

He submitted so many irrefutable evidences of Yinyi colluding with officials of Yongding River, but in the end, it was only in exchange for the words of "Pearl is useless, he can't make a big storm. I have my own calculations on this matter. You don't need to pay attention to it, I will beat it." he".

"Your Highness, you have to get out of the car." Jin Wei opened the curtain for Yin Reng.

"?" Yinreng raised his eyes gloomily, "Are you there?"

Jin Wei said bluntly, "No, the road ahead is too narrow for carriages to pass."

Yinfeng: "..."

Yinfeng: "..."

Careless! !At that time, I remembered buying a house, but I didn't expect to bring a walking cart!

What a fool, this little mistake even interrupted the anger and hatred in Yinrong's heart, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

The guard peeked at Yinfeng, implying expectation: "Is Your Highness still going in?"

Don't go, don't go.

Yinfeng looked expressionlessly at the narrow alley where people were coming and going, and the muddy ground, and slowly held his breath: "..."

What a bad smell!The prince resisted the urge to groan, and made a "go" gesture indiscriminately.

The guards had no choice but to step forward and protect the prince back and forth, blocking all passers-by.Even so, because the ground is uneven and there are even some puddles, Yinfeng's walking posture is not decent.

Walking through the dilapidated thatched hut, stepping over the bed left by the family next to the latrine, seeing with disgust the woman in tattered clothes and unable to cover her body, the shirtless man covered in mud and sweat, the restlessness in Yin Reng's heart It became more and more difficult to restrain, and the forehead throbbed with pain——

Until he heard a string of distant, ethereal bells.

Ringling, ringing, very rhythmic, with a clear voice, as if penetrating the barrier between Yinrong and the world, and immediately pulled him out of the almost maddening irritability, lightly but without losing strength.

"Shangqing Lingbao Dafa" said: "Shake the Dharma bell, and the gods and ghosts will be here."

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Yinfeng suddenly found that the migraine that had been raging had stopped abruptly.

He unconsciously let go of the hand that was already holding the horsewhip, and hurried forward a few steps, and the Xiaoguan Temple with the plaque of Qingfuguan appeared in front of him.Surrounded by him like him, a large group of people gathered three times inside, on the third floor and outside. They were all neighbors who had sworn before that they would never come, but now they stood quietly outside the watch, listening and watching seriously.

They were looking at the God in the temple, and they were also looking at the people in the temple.

Looking in from the not-so-large triple gate, the main hall door is open, and the statue stands tall. The face is different from the common Sanqing statues. It is clearly visible, but it carries a very deep divine appearance. Majestic, so overwhelming that people dare not look directly at it.

Even if you look up, you will lose your thoughts for a while, and when you come back to your senses, you have subconsciously lowered your head in front of the statue again.At this time, when I think about the face of the god I saw just now, I can't remember it clearly, only the mighty majesty is still deeply imprinted in my heart.

And in front of the god statue that people dare not desecrate, or even look directly at, only a figure is stepping on the mysterious Yu step, holding the Sanqing bell in one hand, and kneading the formula in the other. The vast ocean sweeps and cleans people's hearts irresistibly.

Yinreng almost forgot how angry he was when he came here, and where he was at this moment, just now he was still frowning and holding his breath because of the bad smell.

The world is vast, and it seems that there is only one figure left, stepping on the steps that ordinary mortals cannot comprehend its mysteries forever, the color of his cassock has been washed and faded, but he has a simple and indifferent style, slightly curly hair and loose hair. The sleeve robe is dancing with the wind, as if in the next second, he will rely on the emptiness to control the sky, and go away with the gods on the wind.

And the not-so-big triple gate is the insurmountable threshold between the common world and the fairy world. It seems to be open, but it divides them into two worlds.

The narrow alleys are always noisy and noisy, but this side of the world is so quiet that one can hear one's own breathing and touch one's soul.

A cool breeze passed by, and the ringing of Fa Ling stopped leisurely.Before people have time to savor the lingering music, the next second——

The sky was filled with white clouds, and the stratus clouds swayed away.The dazzling golden brilliance of the sun shone on the old eaves of Qingfu Temple. Under the light and shadow, it seemed that the whole Taoist temple was covered with a layer of gold.

"Om——"

An ancient majesty came from the hall, even more powerful than Qingyang's fasting ceremony just now, shaking the soul like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, sweeping away in all directions extremely domineeringly and forcefully.

Many people who were not determined were shocked, and a large group of them knelt down in front of the gate.Qingyang also felt the power of the Sanqing apparition, opened his eyes wide in shock, and couldn't help but look at the statue.

In the past, when he did a good job in fasting and offering sacrifices, the masters and ancestors also sent down spiritual distractions to show their praise, and by the way, he held a small class in his dream at night.But the apparition, at most, is a flash of blue light, which means nothing.There has never been a time like this, so--so domineering!

——Too much face!

Qingyang was almost moved to tears, so he hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, finished the final ceremony, then raised his posture, and walked to the door.

A few days ago, the neighbors who had vowed never to come turned their heads and ate what they had said before. Some cleverly got up from the ground and asked sincerely: "Zhang Daochang—Master Zhang, I want to offer incense." , maybe look into it?"

Qingyang's posture was halfway: "?" Master Zhang said, "Then what, didn't you just say it before, I changed my name, you can call me Daochang or Qingyang."

The neighbors nodded indiscriminately: "Oh, Daoist Qing, can you offer incense?"

Qingyang: "...I am not surnamed Qing either!" There is nothing wrong with this, he must emphasize it clearly, "Call me Qingyang, or Daoist. Please feel free to offer incense."

The neighbors became a sensation for a while, but the majesty of the gods was still there, and they did not dare to fight for it, let alone enter the main hall.Just go in one by one honestly, look for a good place on the big incense burner in the center of the courtyard, burn incense, and some of them even dig out some copper coins and donate sesame oil money.

Qingyang looked indifferent, but in reality he glanced around the new believers with satisfaction, his eyes inadvertently glanced outside the door, and suddenly found a familiar face.

Yinreng was still immersed in the impact and shock brought to him by the mighty divine power just now, just as he came back to his senses, he caught sight of Qingyang unexpectedly.

Yinfeng's mind went blank for a moment, before he could think about whether to advance or retreat, and had to say something, Qingyang's eyes lit up suddenly, and then he strode towards him.

Qingyang's tone was enthusiastic: "You are here!"

Yinfeng didn't know how to answer the words, so he answered vaguely a few times: "Mmm... um..."

It turns out that he has been expecting me to come?Could it be that he has seen through the secrets of heaven, knows that I am the future Mingjun, and has long been loyal in his heart——

Qingyang's tone was gratifying: "I finally thought about it, did you come to catch ghosts?"

Yinfeng: "..."

……What? ?

The pilgrims in Guannei haven't left yet, so it's not convenient to go to the memorial tablet that promised Lord Wuling at this time, but it's still possible to help the prince catch the ghost behind it.

When Qingyang entered the door, he specially scratched off a small piece of the formation on the wall, so that the big beard would not be able to get in: "The prince will follow the poor way to the main hall!"

It’s really sleepy to send a pillow. You see, the prince is here, and the coolies are also there. You have to pay for the ghost hunting later, right?Hey!Double happiness!

What's more, the crown prince came at a coincidence, the master's divine power directly stunned the big bearded man.Catching ghosts now is simply a door-to-door deal!

Qingyang eagerly looked up and down the big beard who was still hanging dizzy behind the prince: This body shape must be very capable of doing coolies!

Looking back, there are ghosts who can help him share the physical work such as plowing the field and cleaning the toilet!Hmm, I'll take it into the main hall in a while, let the master have a look, if he is satisfied, take this ghost as a handyman, and teach him to accumulate virtue and do good deeds in the future.

Yinfeng thought that Qingyang's eager eyes were looking at him, and he had the intention of wooing him, so he said reservedly at this moment: "I know that the Taoist priest consecrated the statue today, and he made a private visit in secret, and no one disturbed this place." Common people. But the location of the Taoist temple is really... a bit remote. In order to come to see you alone, I have to buy a house to stay."

Yinfeng's words were actually implicitly expressing: Look at Gu, how caring and sincere, he always thinks about you, Daoist, and would rather be wronged.It is hard to find such a virtuous corporal who is eager to seek talents.

"Huh?" Qingyang stepped into the main hall, and praised casually, "The prince is rich."

Yinfeng: "..."

Qingyang vaguely sensed the low air pressure coming from the prince, and while lighting incense, he took the initiative to care: "Then, have you tried the advice that Pindao gave you before?"

Yinfeng: "..."

This Taoist...!Is it true that there is no wink, or is it pretending to be confused?This is a slap in the face!

"A child who can cry has milk." With the dignity of a prince, at the age of [-], how can he still act like a child from other families and act like a baby to his father! ?How can it be--

Qingyang, who was in his twenties, had already lit three sticks of incense by himself, and said to the statue: "Master, let's see if this ghost can sleep well! I've been busy these days alone. What's more, I almost fell to the ground after doing the fasting ceremony just now.

If I can take in more coolies, and ask him to help me in the future, I can also spend more time to earn incense money and improve your living standards, right?Feel sorry for me--" Qingyang said in a pitiful, caring and well-behaved way, with a long tone at the end of the sentence, and his voice was quite soft.

Prince: "..."

What kind of ghost, and the face——?

Can this still be coquettish to the gods? ?

Orthodox priest? ? ?

The psychological fluctuations of the gods seemed to be the same as that of the prince. After the cigarette was lifted into the air, it violently folded into a zigzag shape, and the fire on the incense head also flickered on and off.

Just when the crown prince was sure that if the gods had spirits, the incense ash would be extinguished in the next second, a gust of wind was like a sharp blade, slashing from the statue to his back, and then he heard a strange, rough voice with an echo. The scream exploded in his ears.

The blood in Yinfeng's whole body was almost frozen, and the moment the wind blew past his ears, he clearly felt - behind him, there was clearly a ghost - a ghost!

The ghostly resentment, the force that almost broke his waistband, and the wind brought up during the struggle made him freeze in place, and he was even forced to stagger a few steps because of the strength of the opponent's resistance.

"Ah, be careful, Prince." Qingyang hurried forward, "I've been weaving the futon behind you for several nights, don't step on it and get dirty."

Yinfeng who just wanted to show a little thankful eyes: "..."

I'm so angry, did this Taoist send him away when he wanted to catch ghosts?

The force behind it gradually weakened, and as time passed, Yinfeng inexplicably had a doubt. With Sanqing's ability, this ghost still has a chance to struggle?This tugging, on the contrary, is more like... the cat is teasing the mouse viciously.

No, it should be because distraction is not as powerful as the deity.Yinreng pursed his lips, and stabilized Qingyang's kindly extended arm.

Even if distracted, no matter how powerful the ghost is, it is impossible to fight against Sanqing.Within a short while, the coldness and tugging feeling behind Yinreng's back completely dissipated, followed by an unprecedented ease, as if a ten thousand catty stone burden had been removed from his shoulders, and the dull pain in his temples was also swept away. .

This feeling of comfort throughout the body made him even want to stretch on the spot regardless of his image.

Yinfeng only felt that the 28 years he had lived had not brought him as much impact as today.He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and expressed his gratitude to Qingyang implicitly: "Thank you for your help, Daoist, Gu—"

He was about to say that he also wanted to burn incense and donate some sesame oil money, but he found that Qingyang's attention was no longer on him.

Yinfeng: "... Taoist priest?"

Yinfeng: "Master Qingyang??"

Qingyang looked excitedly at the big bearded man who had finally calmed down on the ground: "What's your name? Why do you keep pestering the prince? Can you plow the land? Sweeping toilets is always a thing, right?"

The bearded man had already given up on himself, but when he heard Qingyang's last two questions, he struggled violently again, and was pressed back to the ground lightly by Qingyang's hand trick.

The big bearded man was in a state of embarrassment, he gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "I don't want to change my name when I'm going, and I don't want to change my surname when I sit down. Manchuria has a yellow flag inlaid with the Guerjia family, Oboi!"

As soon as this name came out, Oboi thought that there was no doubt about other issues.

That's right, can he, Oboi, plow the land?Can Obai sweep the toilet? !

However, Qingyang was shocked for a moment, then reached out and patted Oboi's big head.

Feelings are not enough for me, so you come to bully his son. You are quite proud: "Ask you, can you plow the land? Can you sweep the toilet? Clean it meticulously, without leaving any smell."

Obai: "..."

Yinreng could not see or hear ghosts, but he was not curious.Compared with the troubles that have already been dealt with, Yinfeng wants to get closer to Qingyang as soon as possible, this is the solution once and for all.

"Daoist, haven't you considered moving to another address, or buying surrounding houses to expand the temple?" Yinfeng talked to Qingyang without giving up.

Just now he put the money bag he was carrying directly into the box containing sesame oil money, and donated it as sesame oil money, which finally got Qingyang's attention.

Qingyang's face became serious: "Not at all."

I have never lived in a small Taoist temple, so I don’t know how good a small Taoist temple is.Thinking back to the Qingfu Temple he cleaned in modern times, if it was as big as the current Qingfu Temple, how could he have taken a nap because he was too tired?

You only need to clean three houses, ah, just thinking about Qingyang is drunk: what a happy and leisurely day it is!

As they said that, the two passed by the vegetable field, and Qingyang even patted Oboi who was squatting on the ground with a dark face: "You are so hard, do you want to break the water ladle? The money to buy a new water ladle is from sesame oil." The money will be deducted, and you will explain to Sanqing Tianzun later."

Obai: "..."

Watering water honestly with resentment.

It was getting late, and the pilgrims had already dispersed, and there were only Yinfeng and Qingyang in the Taoist temple, plus a water ladle flying randomly out of thin air.

Yinfeng felt that this was a good opportunity for him to win him over: "Master Daoist, even so, the environment inside the temple is not clean. You need to meditate to practice Taoism. You can see that the newly bought house will be vacant after Gu leaves. Daoist Master, you can dispose of it according to the Daoist Master's wishes, whether it is for your own residence or for receiving guests and friends."

Qingyang: "Ah..."

To be honest, I don't really want it.Sounds like one more place to clean.

Moreover, the Sanqing Statue has been re-established, and the pilgrims have left. Now he wants to fulfill his promise to Wu Linggong as soon as possible, and hurry up to complete the tablets of the five senior brothers.

"Thank you for the kindness of the prince, but money is something outside of the body, so don't be greedy." Qingyang said with a face of sincerity, as if he was not the one who had picked up the money of the rich ghost before and borrowed money from the underworld, "It is the prince, you With a body of a thousand pieces of gold, cholera is ravaging this place, so staying at night for a long time, I'm afraid it will be bad."

let's go!After finishing the memorial tablet, he has to go to the master to do evening classes, so he should behave well!

Eh, speaking of it this way, I wonder if the prince has learned the skills of acting like a baby from him today.

There is no skill of acting like a baby, but there is a character of not giving up lightly. Yinfeng is indomitable: "I just hope that the sky is not too dark, and there are guards outside, I want to communicate with the Taoist leader for a while." He paused, Just right, he said, "Does the Taoist have something urgent to do?"

Qingyang immediately said: "That's right! I still have five tablets to stand!"

Yinfeng: "Ah, just right! Gu...Gu also wants to enshrine some tablets of Taoist gods in the palace, let Gu learn the rules of setting tablets!"

Qingyang: "..."

Prince, as long as you put aside the shame of being a small group at this time and get along with father and son, you will not be so far away from success...

…………

When making the memorial tablet, there are people watching and studying, which is not a problem.Qingyang took the materials, sat down outside the courtyard, and wrote stroke by stroke facing the moonlight.

Yinfeng was a little in awe: "It turns out that there is such a particularity in making tablets. Is writing under the moonlight more divine?"

"..." Qingyang said, "You think too much, I just don't have money to buy candles."

Of course, today I slaughtered the big family and later took out the sesame oil money donated by the prince, which is enough to buy a lot of offerings for the ancestor!You can also prepare more candles in the temple.

While thinking, Qingyang closed his eyes and bowed: I hope that there will be more wool riches like the prince in the future!

Yinfeng hesitated: "Then, the Taoist priest just worshiped, isn't he worshiping the gods?"

"Oh, yes." Qingyang said quickly.

Qingyang is also very familiar with making tablets.It took a little longer to make the five tablets, except for Zhao Gongming's tablet, because he also has multiple priesthoods of the God of Wealth.

After the last tablet was carved, Qingyang took out the paint, picked up Zhang Yuanbo's tablet, and prepared to paint it: "After this step is done, you can consecrate it and offer it—"

While speaking, the tip of the pen dipped in paint will touch the tablet.

"Om——"

From the direction of the Sanqing Palace, the intimidating divine power was suddenly swept away, and the grass and leaves in the courtyard rustled. Qingyang only felt the curly hair on his cheeks fly away, and the five tablets in his hand and in front of him made several consecutive "clicks" , instantly shattered into pieces.

Qingyang: "..."

No, what's the matter, why is this happening? ?

"Did I make a mistake?" Qingyang hurriedly put together the tablet and checked it carefully, "No?"

Yinfeng speculated for a long time: "...you see if there is such a possibility..." He pondered with his own mentality, "that is, you have already enshrined the Sanqing Tianzun, and you also enshrined the five spirits. , isn't that appropriate?"

It's like letting him sit on an equal footing with the county magistrate, how can that be?Why!As long as there is such a change of generation, Yinfeng immediately feels that he can share the same hatred with Sanqing Tianzun.

Qingyang: "...Don't talk nonsense!! My Sanqing master is benevolent and indifferent, with great virtue, how could it be like what you said..." Little chicken belly!As long as you distinguish between the primary and the secondary, that’s what he did in modern times, “Maybe it’s because I wasn’t sincere enough when I did it. Don’t talk to me! I’ll do it again!”

Half an hour later, the moon is on the tip of the mountain.

Qingyang and Yinreng looked at the tablets that were directly crushed into powder: "..."

Yinfeng said slowly: "Master Daoist, you—"

Qingyang quickly interrupted: "It may be that the ancestors are still young and full of vigor." After all, it is more than 300 years earlier than when he knew the ancestors in modern times.

Yinfeng: "..."

...?You just didn't seem to say that.

And, really?Sanqing is described as young and vigorous.

Yinfeng suddenly felt that after experiencing today's experience, it didn't seem so difficult for him to practice "crying children get milk" at his age of twenty.

After all, at the age of Sanqing Tianzun, he is still young and full of vigor.

What does he count in his twenties.