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

Mingzhu laughed wildly, what a surprise! ! !

In the background of Mingzhu laughing wildly, Qingyang couldn't help stammering: "You, your father?"

Sony didn't say anything just now, such important information.

Qingyang mentioned Sanqingling and looked at it, thought for a while, and said sincerely to Suo'etu: "Then you can give more, I misunderstood him before, and regarded him as the ancestor ghost whose descendants have been reincarnated. Since your son is still there, do you have to pay alimony?"

"????" Suo Etu's eyes widened in disbelief. Is this what people say, "You bastard!"

Luo Hu looked at him vigilantly: "What is this man doing, wanting to renege on his debt? His father said himself that if you kill evil spirits, your descendants will repay you generously."

Luo Hu clenched his fists, he wanted to hit this guy a long time ago, he just made a few rude remarks, if it wasn't for being held back by the little Taoist priest, this guy could stand upright here?

Mingzhu on the side: "Hahahaha... Ho, ho!"

The laughter gradually became painful, Mingzhu waved her hand in the air and grabbed Qingyang's arm: "Ho! Ho!"

Mingzhu desperately pointed to herself: Help, I couldn't stop laughing, I couldn't stop.

Qingyang thoughtfully helped stop laughing: "Should I also make up for your son's child support, which has not been paid for several months."

"..." Mingzhu's wild laughter stopped abruptly.

...I couldn't laugh anymore.

But Suo'etu keenly caught the point: "Son?"

"Yes," Qingyang nodded, "Master Mingzhu invited me to be a guest at his house, and I happened to meet the eldest son Nalan Rongruo..."

"Oh..." Now it was Suo'etu's turn to laugh slowly at Mingzhu, deliberately elongating his voice: "So it's like this..."

Mingzhu said stubbornly: "This old man has three sons, but you only have one father."

Suo'etu: "You! Hmph, how many Nalan Rongruo are there in the world?"

The two deadly enemies each gritted their teeth, as if eager to jump over and beat each other violently, Qingyang just stretched his hand in front of Suo'etu, in front of Suo'etu's face, blocking his sight: "Silver, silver."

You haven't paid yet, after paying, you can play whatever you want.

Suo'etu: "..."

Despicable Pearl! ! !

Using Sanqingling as a container to carry the soul is a kind of nurturing in itself.But in order to avoid long nights and dreams, Qingyang went out of Suofu, and rushed back to the restaurant to pick up the package as soon as possible. The red lotus set off to look back.

Qingyang's incense is a great tonic for Shen Wansan, not to mention Sony, who has not cultivated ghosts and immortals. Because of his injury, Sony can't smoke too much at a time. When the incense is lit, he can only take a small sip at most, and then reveal With an overwhelmed expression, he moaned and rubbed his chest with his hands in pain, just like a critically ill patient who has to wait for a long time to eat.

The red lotus fell in the center of the courtyard, like water splashing into a frying pan, waking up the entire Qingfu Temple at once.

Chen Yuanyuan has always been the first to arrive at the battlefield: "Little boss—" halfway through the call, Chen Yuanyuan poked his head to see Sony's appearance, his face paled, "It's over, it's over, why did you accept triplets!"

Chen Yuanyuan showed an expression of extreme pain, as if Qingyang was not a conscript ghost, but cutting flesh in her heart.

triplets?It's a little strange.The rest of the ghosts and gods also gathered here with great interest, and Oboi stretched out his hand to push Chen Yuanyuan away: "Let this old man take a look... Damn it! Damn it!!"

"Ho! Ho!" Sonny also showed an overly frightened expression, raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at Oboi for a while, the three souls rolled their eyes one after another, and passed out with one hand.

Qingyang just went to the backyard to get an empty tablet, and when he came back, he saw Sonny pointing at the scene where Oboi fainted, and rushed over: "Bye, Mr. Suo's family has paid alimony, I guarantee that even if he enters the watch, it won't affect me. The incense for you..."

Ao Bai was tongue-tied, and after a long while became even more furious: "What's the matter with me!! Did I hit him?!" Ao Bai hated him to death. He seriously suspected that Sonny had touched the porcelain on purpose, and played it for the stinky Taoist, aiming at Qingyang After yelling, Oboi rushed towards Soni again, but was stopped by Qingyang, "Damn, don't be fooled by him! Damn old man! Old man! Sonny, do you dare to open your eyes and look at me!? Why are you pretending to be weak."

Sonny was floating in the air, motionless as if dead.

Qingyang coughed dryly: "Goodbye, keep your voice down..."

"Shut up!!!" Oboi was so angry that his fists were hardened, and he raised his fist across Qingyang and was about to reach out to hit Soni, "You dare to frame this old man—get out, get out of me!!"

It was not the first time for Qingyang to deal with the maddened Oboi, he struck out calmly, skillfully swiped and grasped, and held Oboi by the collar of his neck like a rabbit.

Xiao Zhuang, who had already rested, also floated out of the side hall with the support of Aunt Su Ma, and looked at the direction of Oboi's limbs with sleepy eyes: "Sony?"

Sony, who was motionless, suddenly became a little stiff.

Qingyang couldn't help being suspicious: "Are you conscious? Can you still hear the old lady talking?" Seeing that Sonny didn't respond, he thought about it for a while, raised his hand to pick up the incense stick, and sent it to Sonny's mouth. As soon as he touched his nose, he turned over immediately, "...is it really a touch of porcelain?"

Why is this old man as dishonest as old man Shen.

"..." Sonny was embarrassed for a while, and soon thick-skinned, returning to his last breath, lying on his back and moaning: "Oh... I scared the old man to death..."

Of course Qingyang will not be fooled again, scratching his head and said: "You all know each other, that's right, according to seniority, you should have met."

"It's more than meeting?" Aunt Su Ma said, seeing Qingyang's confused face, she couldn't help shaking her head, "Little Master, to what extent have you avoided the world in this view! You don't even know this. Back then, Sony was He followed Emperor Taizong to conquer the Qing Dynasty, and later Emperor Shunzhi passed away, and entrusted Gu to Sony, Sukesaha, Ebilong, and Obai—”

Ao Bai shouted: "Why do you put this old man at the end—"

La Aunt Su Ma acted as if she hadn't heard: "These four are assistant ministers, Oboi deceived the emperor and committed crimes, except for Ye Bilong who was a fool on the fence, who fell on both sides, which one would have a better relationship with Oboi, Sony or Sukesaha?"

Sony raised his hand and said in a dying tone: "Incense... Incense..."

Silently, Qingyang re-lit the incense that had just been extinguished, and brought it to the mouth of the old man. Seeing him get up slightly and take a sip, he lay down again dying.

Aobai was so angry that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys hurt everywhere: "That's the way, that's the way! Don't be fooled, this guy is old and cunning, when he was in court, he pretended to be sick like this!"

"Oh..." Sonny groaned tremblingly, turning his back to Obai, "This old man is so miserable...cough cough cough, the souls have been scattered, scattered into triplets, and still Being slandered...cough cough cough!"

Qingyang: "...It's your soul that's been scattered, not your throat. What are you coughing for?"

After saying the fair words, Qingyang put on the air of the master of the view, and said to Oboi and Suoni majesticly: "No matter what grievances and grievances you have in life, now you are dead, it is the ghost of my Qingfu Temple! The reason to bring old man Suo back is to let him be the military advisor of the Yin soldiers—"

Obai stared in disbelief: "What?! Don't even think about it!!"

Aobai opened his mouth wide, the corners of his mouth extended to his ears when he understood the skills of the ghost for the first time: "Unless the old man dies——the old man's soul is gone, don't think he will get involved in the old man's dark soldiers!!"

"Really?" Luo Hu said coldly from the side, "I just saw that there are other empty tablets in the backyard..."

Zhi Soni alone is Zhi, if Aobai makes trouble again, it doesn't matter if you add another one.

Qingyang glanced gratefully at Luo Hu who had stepped forward, and added along the words: "But Mr. Suo's medical expenses were paid by Mr. Suo'etu. Please, if you ask for sick leave, this is an intentional delay in work, and you have to deduct your incense." .”

Obai: "????"

Chen Yuanyuan circled Sipa and said quietly behind Oboi: "I don't see old people crying, but new people laugh..." Chen Yuanyuan wiped away tears that didn't exist, with a strong look, "No way, who made us It's an old man, it's normal to feel a little wronged..."

When Chen Yuanyuan said this before, Oboi only thought it was hypocritical, but now he felt the same way, he couldn't help tearing up, Chen Yuanyuan came over and pretended to comfort and hug, but in fact he stole incense from him, he didn't even notice.

Qingyang: "..."

What's going on, can the ethos of this temple get better? Is it because male and female ghosts are raised together?

Qingyang subconsciously recalled the scene of being "caught rape" in the prince's private residence.

...It should be that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked...

…………

Ao employees were dissatisfied with the airborne colleagues, and were forced to silence under the threat of the overlord Luo Hu. Qingyang still added some more incense to the sulking Ao Bai to comfort him, and then went to engrave Sony's empty plaque: It's not a problem in Sanqingling, this is considered a plaque donated by Mr. Suo to Mr. Suo."

Luo Hu thought about it and said, "That can't be placed in the main hall. If you put it in the side hall, put it together with the tablets of Xiaozhuang and Lagu Su Ma, maybe those two monks can come and get some incense."

We are not happy to put it in the side hall!Zhao Gongming was slandering, but was stabbed by Liu Yuanda: "Oh! What are you doing—oh, yes. I almost forgot."

Zhao Gongming rubbed his stomach, strode happily to the sesame oil tank, and took out a piece of paper from inside: "Little Jingui, let's see what this is."

"A bank note?" Qingyang leaned over to take a look, and immediately put down the plaque, "Why is it a land deed!"

Qingyang suddenly became nervous. Many pilgrims and patients expressed their desire to donate the land, but he never agreed. He never thought that someone would steal the land deed while he was not in the temple: "——I knew I wouldn't ask the monk to help me." I open the gate every day, and it’s not bad for incense these few days.”

"Let me take a look." Luo Hu pretended not to care and paced over, stretched his head to take a look, secretly happy in his heart, "Isn't this very good, the land deed next door."

When Xiao Jingui refused to donate the land, Luo Hu was always on the roof, listening to Xiao Jingui say "The view is not big, there are immortals, there are spirits", and he wanted to say it several times, but the gods also want to live in the big courtyard, just because of face Did not speak.

Qingyang got up and was about to go out: "Brother Li is crazy, he suddenly donated his house to me, no, I have to return it—"

"No need," Liu Yuanda held onto Qingyang, and said softly, "Shen Wansan was there when the land deed was donated, and the two had a good talk. The Li family has saved enough money for a new house and moved out of the narrow alley. It’s just that this old house is not easy to deal with. After all, the location is not good. If you want to sell it, you can’t sell it. Even if you sell it, you can’t get much money back. It’s a huge loss, so it’s better to donate it.”

Zhao Gongming also said: "Yes, if you are really sorry, you can make up the money at the market price and give it to others. There are many courtyards next to it, exactly three rooms, one for you to live in, and one for the memorial tablets of the slave ghosts." , the main house is left to the Demon Ancestor."

Chen Yuanyuan listened with pricked ears, and immediately said loudly: "Really? We ghosts still have a chance to live in a house before reincarnation?"

All of a sudden, the ghosts who had dispersed gathered, including Oboi who was still sulking.

"No, it's not decided yet." Qingyang didn't expect Chen Yuanyuan to call all the ghosts, and in front of everyone, he couldn't cruelly cut off their hopes, "Okay... okay , then turn around and trouble Mr. Shen to send the rent to Brother Li's house at the market price."

"Okay, okay!" Shen Wansan was so overjoyed that he blurted out the incense and forgot to inhale it.

It's very bittersweet to say, he is also a cultivator of ghosts, no one in the world knows Shen Wansan, there are many places where he is worshiped in the world, but in Qingfu temple, he can only sleep on the shadow wall with Oboi and the others , Now there may be a Datong shop.

The Yin soldiers also discussed excitedly:

"Then can I choose a good material and make a majestic tablet..."

"Dream, how can the owner make a tablet for you if you don't have money. Sigh, I am so envious of Miss Chen. If you have money, let alone a tablet, maybe you can buy yourself some incense candles, melons and fruits."

"You're talking nonsense, is Ms. Chen that kind of ghost? She's so picky that she's going to rub off on our boss."

Chen Yuanyuan said regretfully at the side: "I made a mistake, I forgot the memorial tablet and can't rub it."

Qingyang Heixian: "It's not enough, sister, you have to pick this too. And you, I'm still here, forget about Yuanyuan, am I the boss who picks like that? Since they are all ghosts in the temple, I have all the cards for everyone."

The courtyard was quiet for a moment, and then burst into cheers, drowning Jueming's knock on the door, but Qingyang caught sight of the bald head poking his head at the entrance of the Taoist temple: "Master Jueming, what's wrong, are we disturbing the people? "

Jue Ming blushed, lowered his head, and said a few words in a voice like a mosquito: "...it is."

Qingyang didn't hear a word: "Huh? Louder!"

Jue Ming's bald head turned red, and he mustered up his courage: "I, I and Jue Xin's monthly salary are all spent! I want to ask my friend if I can borrow some!"

"..." Qingyang was shocked, "What are you guys doing? I just went out for a while, and you spent all your monthly salary when I came back? Did you get scammed?"

"No..." Jue Ming's bald head turned even redder, and he pouted, "So, I bought some Buddha offerings. Originally, I just bought a treasure umbrella and a white cover, but after thinking about it, I still have some money left. It's not better to have all eight treasures together, so..."

It was all gone.

Qingyang didn't say anything for a long while: "...I told you earlier that you have to count and spend while you count. You... have been cheating for a long time. What about retaliatory consumption? Then why borrow money? Doesn't the restaurant provide staff meals? No As for the food, I can’t afford it.”

Jueming's voice became even softer: "The Eight Treasures are still one snail away..."

Qingyang: "..."

Yes, monk, borrowing money krypton gold.

Qingyang began to close the door, pushing Jueming out: "Impossible, my Daoist specializes in treating obsessive-compulsive disorder, just wait, the monthly salary will be paid next month, and I will be able to get it all together."

Jue Ming knocked on the door nervously: "Wouldn't the Buddha and Bodhisattva blame me? I thought we couldn't even remember the Eight Treasures."

Qingyang: "..."

Qingyang said sympathetically: "Don't think about it too much. If you want to blame someone, you have to have a Bodhisattva come to your temple first."

Has any Bodhisattva visited your home since the temple was built?

No.Even the former Youtan was forced to come here under the name of Demon Ancestor.

This monk really grew up on Qingyang's miserable spot, which made him always have a compassionate desire to help the poor...

The Forbidden City, near Argosuo.

"Fourteenth brother, be merciful." Yinhu persuaded Yinzhen, who was sullen and flicking the whip vigorously. He tried to do it several times, but was forced back by Yinzhen waving the whip. "She is guilty, and the right person will come Deal with it, you report it to the clan mansion, why dirty your hands."

"It's not my mother-in-law, don't let me tell you!" Yinzhen's face turned pale with anger, and his small fleshy mouth was tightly squeezed. Although he was only 12 years old, he already had a vague aura of decisiveness, " Don’t tell me what to say about pity and tenderness! Last year when Mulan was in love, my ninth sister sent me no less prey than my fourth brother. In my eyes, there is no difference between men and women! This court lady, Xiao wants to climb the bed. Breaking through, you still want to poison my mother! If I hadn't been broken by me, my mother wouldn't know what to do now!"

Yinhu sighed: "Then you don't have to find such a clumsy excuse of 'you hurt me', just like you swinging the whip, no one can see that you are healthy and healthy."

Yinzhen was annoyed, and was about to refute, when suddenly he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice from beside him:

"Is there really such a thing?"

Yinzhen stood not far away with a complexion, staring at his own younger brother: "Is this why you whipped the court lady?"

Yinzhen's face suddenly changed, with a feeling of guilty fear of being caught, and a bit of rebellious anger: "Yes, I want you to take care of it! You have already left the palace to build a mansion, why did you come to elder brother's office?"

Yinzhen strangled his neck, trying to show his stubbornness, but subconsciously moved his feet behind Yinhu's back.

"..." Yinhu's expression was also a little stiff, and he couldn't help smiling wryly, if he had known that he would take away the boy's whip even if he was whipped a few times without thinking by the fourteenth brother, "fourth brother."

Yinhu saluted as before. He didn't intend to hear Yinzhen's reply. He didn't expect Yinzhen to be silent for a long time, and he didn't know which muscle was wrong, so he responded: "En. Why don't you stop him."

Yinhu looked up blankly: "..."

What the hell, brother four talked to him just now? ?Ever since he brought the ninth and tenth brothers into the camp of the eldest prince, the fourth brother has long since ignored him as nothing, not to mention that he later "bewitched" the fourteenth...

Yinzhen frowned: "Ask you."

Yinzhen poked his head out from behind Yinhu, and said sharply, "It's none of your business. Why do you question my starling like this? If you want to sue, you can sue! I'm not afraid!"

"The fourteenth brother is just angry." Yinhu hurriedly pinned the unlucky child, "There are very few people coming to this position. I thought no one would see it. I was negligent. I should have dissuaded the fourteenth brother early."

Yinzhen looked at the maid on the ground, who was already dying: "...send it to the clan's mansion."

Yinzhen made a rebellious voice: "No! My mother won't let me!"

"You just listen to what Er Niang says?" Yinzhen glanced at his younger brother indifferently, his tone and demeanor carried the superiority unique to adults, "I'll do it, you guys go back."

Yinzhen was suspicious: "You don't want to save people, you are so active."

Yinhu wanted to hit the old fourteen on the head, but Yinzhen said seriously: "Yes, she is here to save people. No matter who this person is or what crimes he committed, you can't kill her. Do you know that eighteen layers of hell..."

"??" How did this topic turn around?

Not to mention Yinzhen, Yinhu was gradually dumbfounded, confused as to why they were here, listening to Yinzhen's science popularization of the eighteen hells.Yinzhen also spoke very carefully, citing classics, and many sentences can only be remembered by memorizing the book by heart.

Yinzhen spoke earnestly, his mind was full of the ghost hand he saw on the Kaifeng prison beheading platform, and the expression of the extreme pain at the moment when the head of the prisoner who was dragged to hell rolled on the ground: "...do you understand? Don't be in vain. Create murder."

Yinzhen: "..."

Yinzhen spat out two words contemptuously: "I'm sick."

Only the weak will look for spiritual sustenance and believe in these illusory things.He didn't believe in the existence of ghosts and gods for a long time. He didn't expect that his fourth brother was in his twenties and still so ignorant.

Yin Zhen paused, and couldn't help frowning. Could it be that what he said was not detailed enough?Why is the old fourteen unmoved.

Looking at his young brother, thinking about his decision to be a good person, Yinzhen felt that he could not give up easily, he took a deep breath, and imitated the entanglement of lamas in Buddhist temples: "Did you not understand?" ? It's okay, I'll tell you again..."

Yinzhen turned pale with fright, turned around and wanted to run away, but Yinzhen stretched out his hand to grab him, and Yinhu stepped back an inch without a trace, and only retreated a little before being firmly blocked by Yinzhen's tall figure: "Fourth, fourth brother, I understand this, so I don’t need to listen anymore?”

Yinzhen stretched out his ruthless iron hand: "I don't think you understand yet."

To deal with these two younger brothers, one is only 12 years old, and the other is just recovering from a serious illness. Yinzhen carries one in each hand, like a chick, and sits next to the maid, trying to infect and teach these three with pious kindness. The person said: "Do you know that there is no end to hell, suffering without interruption, and there is no rest for a moment..."

The court lady showed her venomous eyes on the ground: These royal elder brothers are really good at torturing people. Her scheme was exposed and her life and death were up to her fate. Why bother to threaten her like this repeatedly!

...Whoa, why are you still telling a story? Is it all true?Described as if seeing it with one's own eyes, so terrible.The first level of hell will suffer for 1 years?Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuui

Yinhu wanted to leave several times, but when he failed, Yinzhen couldn't sit still. Several times, seeing Yinzhen's eyes not falling on him, he took the opportunity to escape, but was caught by Yinzhen, regardless of what Yinzhen had said before At this time, I will start from the beginning again, and Yinhu can't help but cast a painful and condemning look at Yinzhen.

"..." Yinzhen's eyes were straightened, and he felt that he was experiencing the endless hell now. Every time he wanted to escape, he fell into the same cycle again in despair...

Yinzhen finished speaking again: "Do you understand? The next time you encounter this situation, what should you do?"

The maid cried regretfully: "I was wrong..."

Yinzhen: "I, I," he wanted to rebel stubbornly again, and faced Yinzhen head-on, "I'm very patient, if you don't understand, I can tell you again, until you understand" eyes, and Yinhu's " Brother, don’t make me sit still.” The terrified expression, unwillingly succumbed to the evil forces, “…I will report to the clan’s residence…”

hateful!Yinzhen thought viciously with tears in his eyes, I will sue Erniang when I go back!