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

Yinzhen:"……?"

What a strange request.But Yinzhen can understand quite well. He watched this scene just now, and he felt lingering fear. He patted Zhang Penghe's shoulder with deep empathy, and said in a deep voice, "In the future, I will definitely do more good deeds and be a good person."

Zhang Penghe choked up and said, "It's extremely, it's extremely."

"??" Zhang Tingyu, who hadn't seen anything, was baffled. He didn't know what kind of nerve these two people had committed. Watching a beheading was enough to make him feel touched. Master Zhang was still in tears. Is this scene over?

He saw with sharp eyes that Master Qingyang seemed to turn around and was about to leave, so he quickly apologized to Yinzhen, and hurriedly caught up: "Master! Master stay a step."

Qingyang originally planned to gather the monks, and everyone went back to the Taoist temple together. Hearing this, he turned around in doubt: "Master Xiao Zhang, what's the matter?"

Zhang Tingyu took out the silver ticket first: "Thank you to the three masters for saving the common people in the crisis. This is the reward we prepared for the three masters."

"Huh." Qingyang was immediately happy. He originally planned to treat it as after-sales service this time, which was purely free. "You're welcome, I'm not polite."

Zhang Tingyu: "..."

Gao Ren's character is quite different from what he thought.But this actually lightened his psychological burden and made it easier to speak.

Zhang Tingyu pretended to be nonchalant and looked around to make sure that no one was staring at him. He quickly took out a few more bank notes from his sleeve, covered his body and stuffed them to Qingyang, and said in a low voice, "I'm a courtier, so I don't want to go in and out of the palace at will." I can only talk to the master about this opportunity. Can you ask the master to wait for me to pray to the gods, and bless me not to listen to other people's family affairs..."

Qingyang was still suspicious of what this private transaction was, after listening: "..."

Qingyang is so smart, he immediately understood who this "other" refers to.He was almost moved: It turns out that I am not the only one in the world who is forced to be the family mediator of Master Kong's family!

But the excitement is the excitement, Zhang Tingyu's prayer is not unheard of, it's because the front foot said never to come, and the back foot calabash baby squeezed desperately into the Taoist temple.

Reluctantly, Qingyang stuffed back the banknote that Zhang Tingyu had stuffed in, and patted Zhang Tingyu's shoulder in pain: "Be strong."

Zhang Tingyu became anxious immediately: "Could it be that the master can't help it? Then, what about the other two masters?"

"It's the same, if you ask the monk to help you look, the monk will persuade you instead, why don't you listen to other people's troubles." Qingyang sighed, "You can't have both, let me tell you more bluntly. , Do you want to work, or do you want to be clean? If you really don’t want to hear it, I suggest you consider transferring..."

Zhang Tingyu: "..."

Why is this master talking so realistically, and even "suggests that you can consider transferring", he is not superstitious at all.Shouldn't it be, I'll do something to bless you, or take money to eliminate disasters or something like that.

Seeing Zhang Tingyu's reluctance to accept it, Qingyang persuaded: "People must learn to accept the reality."

"..." Zhang Tingyu was about to burst into tears, did even the gods let him accept his fate?

Yinjiao entered the Buddha, the demon monk was captured, Qingyang and others only stayed in Kaifeng for one more day, and then set off for the return journey.

Sitting on Luohu's red lotus, Qingyang, Jueming, and Juexin recite scriptures each, and Sanqingling leisurely pierces through the sky, eradicating the people's memory of Yinjiao. They only remember that the Yellow River burst its banks unexpectedly. It's really big.

Luo Hui opened his eyes slightly, originally wanting to say that Zhang Penghe and Yinzhen had also seen a ghost in the execution ground, but he changed his mind, and this accident seemed to have left the seeds of kindness in their hearts, which made them feel even worse. Zhang Penghe's order was fulfilled, and he simply didn't remind Qingyang and the two monks.

After Qingyang fell to the ground, he was still talking to Jueming and Juexin: "I think that Venerable Huxi has a very good personality! Do you want to consider making offerings to him? His ability is very capable of subduing evil sects and heresies. What will happen in the future? Please, ask him for help."

"By the way, share the reward for this time."

Under the dazed and surprised gazes of the two monks, Qingyang took out the banknotes and divided them into three parts: "Congratulations, the debt has been paid off. This part is extra, and from today onwards, you can take it seriously." It's time to get paid!"

"What, the bald man's debt has been paid off?" Chen Yuanyuan was the first to rush out from the temple, screaming, "No, then they can save me without any worries. Boss, please calculate more interest!"

Xiao Zhuang also floated out, not very satisfied: "How long is it?"

In her imagination, Fulin should repay the debt for as many years as she, a mother, has been cheated by her son.In the final analysis, it was not hard enough in the beginning.

Only Oboi was really happy for Juexin: "As expected of the Holy One, what do you plan to do with the extra money? Do you want to recruit soldiers and buy horses and send them back to the Qianqing Palace? I, Oboi, will be the first to support!"

Jue Xin was still a little excited: "..." After pouring three basins of cold water in succession, he said calmly, "Amitabha, he is not rebellious, he is not an emperor, and the poor monk is just an ordinary monk."

"This..." Jue Ming's hands were trembling as he took the bank note, and he was in a blank state of "happiness came too suddenly, I was not prepared", "So much money."

Someone from Qingyang came to guide: "It looks too much, it's not even enough to exchange a bronze statue of a Bodhisattva in your temple! Save some money."

Jueming nodded repeatedly, unable to speak, he could see that he had many ideas in his mind, and he didn't know which one to implement first.

Qingyang couldn't help reminding again: "You save some money!"

Jueming hummed twice, as if he had regained his strength, he thanked Qingyang with determination, and the two monks happily left together.

Only then did Qingyang take a closer look: "Everyone is lucky today! I specially bought a lot of specialties from Kaifeng, and I will warm them up for everyone to eat."

All the ghosts cheered, and Lord Wuling also came out of the side hall. Zhang Yuanbo saw Qingyang, his serious face was slightly relieved, and he nodded: "Congratulations, you have maintained your integrity."

Qingyang: "..."

Senior Brother Zhang's brain circuit is really hard to understand, Qingyang can only say: "It's okay... Senior Brother eats soup dumplings!"

It was almost half a month since Qingyang left this time, and when he finally came back, the audience was as lively as New Year's Eve.According to the usual practice, Qingyang offered incense to the empty god statues of the ancestors, went to the kitchen to heat up the hot food, first gave a portion to Luohu, and then brought out the rest one by one. I can't let go.

All the ghosts cheered and formed several circles around the stone table, vying for food.Of course, in Qingyang's eyes, it's just a group of ghosts with their heads together, scrambling to inhale at the pastry below, which is funny.

Luo Hu appeared in reality, held a peanut cake and raised his eyebrows at Qingyang who was showing kindness: "Go practice your sword."

In the past two days, Luo Hu has already taught Qingyang how to turn the Zhuxian sword into a sword pattern and hold it on the back of his hand. Qingyang's thoughts moved slightly, and a cold long sword appeared in his hand: "Why don't I go first?" Should I buy more cutting boards? Seven or eight pieces were broken in Kaifeng before... We only have one cutting board in the kitchen, and if the cutting boards are broken, we won’t be able to cook puja tomorrow.”

As Qingyang talked, he moved his nose, raised his sword and sniffed: there are too many cucumber slices, and it feels like there is a fresh cucumber smell on the sword.

Wu Linggong looked at this scene with horrified eyes, and the scene in front of him even exceeded the scope of incomprehensible and indescribable.

Zhang Yuanbo watched in bewilderment as Qingyang finished sniffing the Zhuxian sword, then unscrupulously leaned towards Luo Hu, moved his nose, and finally smiled and said to Luo Hu: "Cucumber and sweet-scented osmanthus smell quite hungry. "

Zhang Yuanbo: "??"

Why are you hungry, why don't you run away, go crazy and go to smell the Demon Ancestor with a smile.

Mo Zu's face darkened, he put down all the peanut candies, and raised his hand——

Rubbed his belly.

This is a conditioned reflex. As soon as Qingyang talked about eating, Luo Hu became hungry, and even started to salivate: "Don't say it, do it. Yesterday you said, 'There are cucumber-flavored potato chips, homemade It's crispy, refreshing and extremely delicious.'”

Luo Hu started to get greedy when I talked about it yesterday, and he recited Qingyang's original introduction several times in his heart, remembering it word for word, but the little Taoist didn't take the initiative to do it until today, obviously he was doing it again. behave in a spoiled manner.

Luo Hu magnanimously rolled up his sleeves a little bit, revealing a pair of hands that killed gods and demons everywhere, and began to rub Qingyang's shoulders: "I allow you to be lazy for a day. Is the process of making potato chips troublesome? After eating, let's go buy a cutting board."

Press more, press more to drop more food.

Zhang Yuanbo: "...?"

Liu Yuanda sighed and pulled the child who was already dumbfounded back to the side hall: "Don't think about it, Mo Zu and Xiao Jingui have a deep relationship, we should be happy..."

Zhang Yuanbo: "??"

What kind of gentle and virtuous tone is this? Is it me or the world that is abnormal?

In the Yikun Palace.

Concubine Yi was reclining on the imperial concubine's couch, curling her nails, letting the palace maid trim her, but her mind was on other things: "It's not normal, it's really not normal."

"Emiang, since I entered the palace, you've been there in a godlike way, what's wrong!" Yinzhen put the food box away unhappily, "It's rare for my son to see you. on my son."

Concubine Yi suddenly sat up, startling the maids: "You all go down." With her eyes and ears turned away, Concubine Yi called Yinzhen, and whispered, "Did you pay attention to your emperor when you went to court?" Ma's skin? It always feels better than before."

Yinzhen: "...?" Speechless, other mothers are urging their sons to make progress, whether they have earned a job or not, his mother only cares about his Huang Ama's skin, "son stands far away Oh! I didn’t pay attention to this either, when everyone was talking about important matters in the court, who cares about face.”

While opening the food box, Yinzhen tried to start a new topic with Er Niang: "Recently, the eldest brother has been sent by Huang Ama to rectify the affairs of the government. He is busier than the second brother of the prince. I think the eldest brother still has hope. Yes, if you really want to talk about the position of the crown prince, although the second brother is the eldest son, the eldest brother is the eldest son, so there is a possibility of changing it."

"It's really changed a lot!" Concubine Yi continued her topic as if she hadn't heard Yinzhen's words, and said in a tone of big things, "How can the eyes of me and sister Liang be wrong? .”

Yinzhen: "..."

Yinzhen continued to work hard: "Oh, speaking of Concubine Liang, the starling's health is still not good recently. I even asked for a talisman for him. The talisman is clearly useful for the fourth brother, but it is useless for the starling. I don't know why the starling When I can come back to court..."

Concubine Yi took out the mirror out of nowhere, and began to feel sorry for herself: "Oh, after all, she is getting old, no matter how she takes care of her, she can't compare to those young girls who have just entered the palace..."

Yinzhen: "..."

Absolutely!As expected of my own mother and concubine, I didn't listen to a word about my son's progress, and cared only about Huang Ama's skin.

Concubine Yi solemnly said in the tone that I want to do something important: "Come on, you go back first today. Er Niang has to think of a way, ask the Holy Spirit, what kind of panacea did you use, it is so effective. I have news about Er Niang, Send someone to send you a message."

Being able to give birth to so many handsome sons, Kangxi's appearance can also be beaten, the fly in the ointment is the scar left by smallpox.This scar was present at the age of seven, and it is impossible to get rid of it, but Concubine Yi observed that the scars on Kangxi's face have become more and more shallow recently, leaving only a little red mark.It feels much smoother too...

Yinzhen turned pale with shock, and covered her ears: "If you feel this kind of thing, don't tell your son!"

Yinzhen originally wanted to stay, continue to talk about his current situation with his concubine mother, and get some maternal love and care, but now he turned around and left like burning his butt, running fast.

The old mother next to Concubine Yi came out from behind the screen: "Your Majesty, His Highness Ninth Prince also wants to talk to you personally."

"What are you talking about, you idiot." Concubine Yi said angrily, "I told him not to step into the muddy water back then, but he didn't listen, but now he wants to talk to me, but I don't listen either. Go, tell someone to get ready, long live Lord, whenever I enter our palace, I must ask for the prescription for beauty and skin care!"

I don't know if it was God's response to Concubine Yi's obsession, but after a few days, Kangxi really came to Yikun Palace.After entering the door, Concubine Yi has already set up a posture of waiting, and she looked at him with shining eyes: "...It's been a long time since I have seen Concubine Ai look at me like this, do you want to ask for something?"

Kangxi wanted to withdraw his legs when he stepped into the door.

Kangxi is quite familiar with this look in this year.It was the look in the eyes of his group of sons when they begged him for money.

To be honest, Kangxi was slapped twice again by the master, and he really doesn't want to have any extra expenses at the moment...

Concubine Yi said softly: "Why do you say that? I just saw that His Majesty has become more and more heroic recently. I want to ask you boldly, which imperial physician has been treating you recently? Your skin and complexion are comparable to those of a 20-year-old. Son Lang."

It must be an exaggeration to say that it is comparable to 20 years old. After all, Kangxi is not a baby face, and he has never thought about taking care of his face before, but if he is ten years younger, the effect must be there.

Concubine Yi's question can be regarded as straightforward. Normally, if Kangxi felt that the concubine didn't care about him, she might turn around and leave. However, Kangxi really cares about skin recently, and it's not easy to talk to ministers, The son said that he did not expect to find a vent here in Concubine Yi: "Is that true?"

Kangxi's thoughts changed, and he was suddenly excited, but he didn't show it on his face: "To tell you the truth, my concubine, the imperial doctor hasn't changed, I just got a good prescription that is hard to find, and I paid a lot of money to buy it. Love Concubine want it? 500 taels of silver, I asked the imperial pharmacy to prepare the ointment every day and send it to you."

Oh, it's his limited thinking, he didn't think of such a good way.Go back and go to other palaces, can't you get the money for internal medicine?Maybe there is still spare time.What's more, when he got the internal medicine prescription, he could sell it again.

The more Kangxi thought about it, the happier he became. He wished he could get up and leave immediately, and visit all the harem in one night.Fortunately, his reason told him that it was against the rules, and not everyone could afford the money.

Concubine Yi was stunned: "..."

She thought that the emperor might refuse, or even scold him, but she never thought that she would ask her concubine to ask for money?

The shock, from the moment she took out the money, continued to the message to Yinzhen: [...it is said to be a prescription given by a folk expert, not only for external use, but also for internal adjustment.The medicine for external use has already been bought by Erniang, 500 taels of silver, but the medicine for internal use is said to have to wait for the master to send the prescription, and then the imperial pharmacy will finalize the price...]

Looking at Concubine Yi's letter, Yinzhen was as shocked as Concubine Yi at first, and then gradually realized something was wrong: "A master among the people? Master?"

Huang Ama has never been a believer in evil, how many people are there who can get on with the people, and how many masters are there?Could it be Master Qingyang?

No, no way, Master Qingyang himself said that he never even went to a private school, and was kept in the temple since he was a child, either to practice Taoism or to serve the gods, and he had no time to step out of the Taoist temple.

"Your Highness, maybe we have misunderstood?" Mu Jingyuan whispered, "Master did say that he did not go to private school, but the rest, it seems that Master didn't say it?"

It's all made up in everyone's imagination, and it's taken seriously when it's made up.

Mu Jingyuan said with full respect: "To be able to cultivate such an expert as the master, the Taoist temple must have a profound foundation. There may be many books and secret books. With the ability of Master Qingyang, it is not a problem to be self-taught, not to mention that he can understand yin and yang. It is not impossible for ancient and modern ghosts to be teachers."

Yinzhen couldn't help complaining: "Profound heritage? Just the Qingfu temple? It's hard for Huang Ama to seal it as a temple! Not to mention the surrounding environment, there are only three rooms in total. It’s all full, how many books and secrets can there be? It’s not as many as the Buddhist scriptures in our palace!”

Mu Jingyuan didn't know where he took out the Taoist documents: "But the gods in the east have great powers. I see that the mustard seeds, the universe in the sleeves, and the heaven and earth seem to have the effect of expanding the content without changing the appearance. Qingfu Temple is such a treasure land!"

Let's talk about it, Yinzhen pulled the document out of Mu Jingyuan's hand little by little, and slowly reminded: "You don't believe in Jesus?"

Mu Jingyuan lowered his head shyly: "I'll just take a look and don't change my mind."

Yinzhen: "..."

…………

Yinzhen sent a letter of inquiry to Qingyang. He didn't expect much, but he didn't expect Qingyang to ask Aobai to send a reply letter the next day, expressing quite innocently that he had said long ago that he understood After receiving a doctor, he also offered to recommend himself to see the fourth elder brother.

Yinzhen: "...How can I know it's true? Mu Jingyuan, would you believe it?"

Mu Jingyuan hesitated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Believe it? The master looks very powerful."

Yinzhen: "...Be sober, you are a believer in Jesus."

How could it seem that he was brainwashed by Qingyang every minute, as if he was in Cao Ying and his heart was in Han.

Yinzhen thought for a while: "Then can I invite the master to go to Beijing to help the starling to have a look? The talisman I asked for before was useful to the fourth brother, but not at all to the starling. Recently, his condition is getting worse day by day. They don’t even want to see me anymore. How can this work, I’ll write a letter right away!”

Yinzhen and Mu Jingyuan got up at the same time, and walked to one end of the study room alone. When they found their respective things, they went back to the desk and met: "...Mu Jingyuan? I got the gold leaf, you get me the pen and ink , what are you doing with the bank notes?"

Mu Jingyuan was dazed and innocent: "Ah, I'm afraid you forgot..."

The two looked at each other in front of the desk, looked at the money in each other's hands, and then at the money in their own hands.

... Alas, we feel a little bit bitter about ourselves.

It was already April when Qingyang received Yinzhen's letter.

More people came to offer incense during the Ching Ming Festival, and because the reputation of the free clinic before spread, people who came to see the doctor and offer incense every day wanted to fight, so as to grab the big place in Qingfu Temple, and finally Qingyang Had to number the patients who came to the door, which saved the door of Qingfu Temple from being crowded.

Mrs. Wang touched her face and said happily: "After taking the medicine you prescribed, my monthly letter has really come this month, and my skin is much more delicate than before. In fact, I felt it the first day after taking the ointment. I have never slept so comfortably. However, it will burn as soon as it touches the pillow." She put down her hand and whispered, "Master, you see that there are so many people who come to your Taoist temple every day, I never thought about buying the land of several nearby houses or moving to a bigger place. ?”

Qingyang hadn't heard such a suggestion for a long time, and at first hearing it still had a heart attack: "No, it's too small to take care of it."

Mrs. Wang was very disappointed: "I also want to say that the land has been found, and it depends on whether you like it or not."

"Thank you Mrs. Wang, don't stop taking this ointment, take it for three months, and the disease will be completely eradicated." Qingyang cleaned up the needles on the table, "I am going to leave Qinhuai for a while, if there is any problem, I will talk about it when I come back. "

Mrs. Wang nodded: "Hey, then I'll go and offer incense to Sanqing before leaving."

It was not until late at night that Qingyang saw off the last pilgrim.He closed the door of the Qingfu Temple, turned around and packed his bags, and entrusted five senior brothers to guard the Taoist temple. Early the next morning, he stepped on the red lotus and went to the capital together with Luohu.

Thanks to Mingzhu, the branch building of Qingfu restaurant in Kyoto has been built, and it has more accommodation functions than the main building in Qinhuai. Yinzhen has already opened a room in the restaurant and waited. He got in through the window, and he couldn't wait to jump up: "Master, you've come! It's not too late, we will go to the Starling's house right away."

Yinzhen leads the way, Qingyang follows behind, Luohu hides his figure as before, apparently not wanting to talk to others.

When he came to Yinhu's mansion, Yinhu had to spend a lot of time at the door before he persuaded the steward to let him in: "Look, is my starling seriously ill? Otherwise, why don't you even want to see me?"

The steward sighed: "The master is drowsy these days, most of them are asleep, even if you come in, you can't speak."

Qingyang followed Yinzhen, walked through several corridors, and entered the main house, where one could see a series of elegant curtains, Yinzhen lifted them one by one impatiently, the last one was lifted, and an ebony bed was in sight, Sleeping in the middle of the quilt was a rather pale and fragile looking man, his eyes were black and blue, his brows were frowning even when he was asleep, coupled with his handsome facial features, it really made people feel distressed.

The steward yelled a few times, but the person on the bed didn't move: "It's not that I'm unconscious, but I just don't want to move. Sometimes when the master is in a good state, he will explain it to me like this."

"Huh? Let me try." Qingyang raised Sanqingling and shook it, "Wake up."

Yinhu sat up suddenly like a zombie, and the steward was so frightened that he stepped back several steps.

"You still have strength, it doesn't look like a physical problem." Qingyang shook San Qingling again, "Why insomnia?"

Yinhu was weak, alone, and helpless, sitting on the corner of the bed, and said sadly: "... was excluded."

The eldest brother and the ninth brother suddenly mixed up with the second and third brothers, and had their own little secret, so they didn't tell him.

Yinhu felt sad, lonely and cold because she was squeezed out by the small group.