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

Who can stand such a stimulation, the fluffy kitten who was sucking suddenly turned into a fat old lady.

Ao Bai went out and vomited, and the whole ghost was exhausted. When he returned to the temple, he sank straight into the well, rubbing the palm of his hand that just touched the cat.Shen Wansan also almost smashed the altar, and shrank to the side with a dejected expression, smoking incense.The rest of the ghosts also gradually reacted, and let out a tragic cry:

"Ah! Ah! I'm not clean anymore!"

"My hand, my hand!"

"Woo how can you deceive my feelings..."

The fat old lady dodged the demon ancestor's god-killing gun and got up with a single bone: "Hey, I have seen the demon ancestor."

Luo Hu's spear point followed the fat old lady's head: "Have you seen it? Has the deity allowed you to use the deity's offering?"

"Who is this? Do you know each other?" Qingyang squeezed to the side of several senior brothers, and asked in a low voice, "When did you come here? Why did you become a cat?"

Zhao Gongming said unhappily: "Wang Qingji, I don't really know each other. How do I know what kind of cat she is?"

Qingyang reacted: Qingji?Isn't this the word of Grandma Stove King?

According to legend, this grandma of the Stove King is the daughter of the Jade Emperor. Her surname is Su and her name is Jili. The woman's surname is Wang and her name is Bojia.She is kind by nature and sympathetic to the poor. Because she fell in love with a poor boy who helped the stove, she was punished by the Jade Emperor. Fortunately, the Queen Mother intervened, and the Jade Emperor reluctantly gave the poor boy a "Kitchen Lord". Became the kitchen king grandma.

Grandma Stove King was quite aggrieved: "It's not that I want to eat it, it's all fed by them! And it's tasteless, is it all you used up? I just ate an empty skin..."

She smacked her mouth dryly a few times, looking very regretful, her eyes rolled and fell on Qingyang: "Hehe, don't act like you haven't seen me, little Taoist priest. In fact, since you opened fire in Qingfu Temple From the first day, I will bless you in the dark! Otherwise, how do you think your restaurants prospered?"

"Presumptuous! How bold you are!" Luo Hu swung his god-killing spear first, "What do you mean, do you want to imply that you came before the deity?!"

Lord Wuling was also furious:

"That's obviously due to my waiting!"

"I'm giving you a face! I saw that you were a goddess before, and the Faxiang was an old lady, so we didn't make a move. It seems that you are being soft-hearted!"

"That's right, our Taoist sect doesn't discriminate between genders, if you have the skills, let's compare!"

Grandma Stove King just had a little yin and yang, but she didn't expect everyone's reaction to be so intense.The Demon Ancestor said to fight, and Grandma Stove King was picked up by the tip of the gun, and with a "snap", she turned back into a helpless orange cat, scratching her claws in the air in vain, with her hair all over her body. Meowing.

Seeing that the fat cat dared to stretch its paws at Qingyang, Luo Hu smiled coldly: "What's so cute about a fake fat cat?"

"..." Qingyang didn't know where Luo Hu's confidence in cracking down on fake messengers came from. He was obviously an impostor at the beginning, so he couldn't help complaining, "Fake cats are okay, they are no different from fake masters."

Luo Hu: "...??"

unacceptable……!This little Taoist priest actually killed himself because of a mere fake fat cat?

Qingyang looked at Luo Hu with a black line and stared at himself with an incredulous expression: "It's better to put people... cats..." Qingyang couldn't find a suitable name, and went over vaguely, "Put it down, I want to ask, Zao Where is the prince?"

Just now when Grandma Stove King showed up, the first thought that popped into Qingyang's mind was not who this was, but that the old lady was quite a philanderer!Surrounded by Aobai, Shen Wansan, Sony and other old men, there are also a group of strong men and ghosts beside them.Xiao Zhuang and La Aunt Su Ma also wanted to flirt with cats, but they were completely chilled by this group of smothering elders and went to the periphery.

Qingyang wanted to ask: The old lady is so good at playing, does Lord Stove know?

I don't know where the words just hit Luo Hu's point, the cloud on Luo Hu's face dissipated, the tip of the gun tilted slightly, and the orange cat fell down.

Don't look at the fat cat, his body is extremely flexible, his body turned over, and his four paws are firmly on the ground: "Hehe, don't you know the little Taoist priest? In addition to being in charge of food and drink, the Kitchen God also wards off evil spirits—"

Luo Hu turned the god-killing gun upside down and began to push the cat: "What little Taoist priest, are you allowed to call me that? You speak honestly to this deity, don't scratch your head."

"..." Grandma Stove King held back for a moment, thinking that I scratched my ears, "...in addition to being in charge of food and drink, warding off evil spirits and enjoying blessings, it is also responsible for supervising the good and evil of each family. The old man and I are in charge of the 'good pot' and the other He is in charge of the 'Evil Jar', keeping the records of good and evil actions in the jar, and reports to the Jade Emperor at the end of each year, and usually does not go with him."

"Oh—" Qingyang sounded fresh.In his original world, there were indeed "good jars" and "evil jars", but these two jars were held by the kitchen god and the two gods who accompanied him.

Grandma Stove King pushed out the goodness pot to show Qingyang, and said in a kind tone, "You are a good baby, grandma will fill your goodness pot for you, and she went to heaven last year and said good things..."

Don't look at the Stove Lord as if he has a small official position, but the people actually care about the Stove Lord quite a lot.

Because of the priestly duty of reporting good and evil to the heaven, Lord Stove has the ability to take away a person's lifespan. Those who are light will lose three days of life, and those who are serious will lose three hundred days of life.So at the end of each year, people will prepare maltose and wine, hoping to use sugar to make the Stove Lord not say bad things, say more good things, and use wine to make the Stove Lord dizzy.This custom exists even in the palace. Every year on the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor and empress will sacrifice to the stove in Kunning Palace.

Grandma Stove King rubbed her chubby hairy belly with her paw pads, and her dark round eyes showed longing: "I just hope that I can have a memorial tablet in Qingfu Temple in the future. Grandma can eat incense. There are so many people in the temple." Ghosts and gods, don’t you want to eat food? You can only make it for the demon ancestor, but grandma can help you make it for everyone!”

Wu Linggong, whose face changed greatly when he heard the "tablet" and "eating incense", hesitated.Only Luo Hu can stand and talk without back pain: "Hey, what's the matter with this deity? You fat cat, go out on your own initiative, don't let this deity do it yourself."

Qingyang was a little moved: "Wait, I think everyone is looking forward to it."

Of course I look forward to it, the Demon Ancestor protects the food so fiercely, it's fine if the ghosts in the temple can't eat the altar, and the Wuling Gong can't tell the difference.After all, Grandma Stove King is also a Kitchen God, and the altars she made are definitely not bad, and they are absolutely extraordinary. If she can offer to make altars for them, it will be of great benefit to them.

Aobai was the first to speak against the wind: "Then, can you make scallion oil prawns?"

He still deeply remembers his scallion prawns.Back then in the prince's private house, he only ate half of it before being thrown by the demon ancestor, and finally he learned that it wasn't made by a stinky Taoist priest...

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Grandma Stove God stayed by virtue of her craftsmanship, Qingyang rushed up and hugged Luo Hu's waist the moment she agreed, fearing that Grandma Stove God would cool off with a shot from the Demon Ancestor.

Luo Hu: "..."

Hey, this little Taoist is acting like a spoiled child again.

Is he sure about the deity's connivance to him?This will not work.Taking the little Taoist priest hanging on his back to the second floor of the hut, Luo Hu took the opportunity to make a request and stuffed his belongings into the room wantonly. Then he put on an appearance of conceding, and reluctantly allowed Grandma Stove King to settle in.

Standing in his hut, Qingyang was speechless: It was just to worship an extra god, why did he feel like selling himself for this?

In the middle of the night, the Yin soldiers who came to work part-time also went back to continue patrolling the site. The second floor of the squatter room suddenly became empty, and only Luo Hu was left lying on the big bed with his clothes closed at some point, casually raising his hands at him. He lowered his chin, and reached out to pat the bed next to him: "Not coming yet? This deity sleeps with you."

Qingyang: "..."

Who will accompany whom? Can I refuse?

"This brown fan is also brought here. It's not heat stroke. What disease does the prince have?"

In the Rehe palace, Kangxi stood in the crown prince's bedroom and asked the imperial physician: "Last time Wen Xian suffered from heatstroke, so it's okay that you were helpless. Now you are asked to check the crown prince's pulse, and you can't even tell the name of the disease?"

The imperial physicians were trembling: "The prince suddenly fell ill three days ago. He said that he was dizzy, dazzled, couldn't see clearly, and had nausea and vomiting, and couldn't eat any food. The ministers are incompetent. Except for the lack of energy and blood, they couldn't find out what happened. Other root causes, or, perhaps, are like the migraine headache brought out by the prince from the mother's womb, this...it will heal naturally in a few days."

"Ridiculous!" Kangxi was so angry that he smashed the teacup in his hand, "You——"

"Your Majesty," the maid came out from the inner room and whispered, "Your Highness is awake."

"Huh? What do you want to eat?" Kangxi got up immediately, walked to the inner room, looked at Yinfeng who was dying on the bed, showing distress, "Baocheng, you are awake."

"Huang Ama..." Yinfeng looked weak, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his hands trembled weakly.

He had migraines all the year round, and the imperial physicians in the palace couldn't figure out why. This time, Yinfeng pretended to be sick because he was sure that such a situation had happened before, so he acted boldly.In fact, he was not sick at all, at most he hadn't eaten for three days, barely touched a drop of water, he was so hungry and thirsty that he panicked: "I, what's wrong with me?"

Kangxi touched Yinreng's forehead lightly, and sweat covered his forehead. His forehead was also icy, so he definitely couldn't be suffering from the cold: "... Sigh."

He was thinking, could this be for him again?

Looking at Kangxi's pity expression, Yinreng was slightly stunned, but before he had time to feel regret and guilt, Kangxi's previous defensive, warning, and cold eyes all came to his heart again.

"..." Yinrong's heart immediately hardened.

There is no father and son in the Tian family, but even if he is still the prince, Huang Ama will never let down his guard.

Once, Yinreng believed that the throne was the highest place that a person could reach, and it was worth enduring anything for it, but after seeing the sword light above the Yellow River that cut the Tianhe River, he suddenly understood what it means to sit in a well and watch the sky.

Leaping out of the mouth of this well, he has this world of freedom, why should he torture himself and fight for the crown of this moment?Climb to Xiantai, even if the dynasty changes in the future, he will live the same life as the heaven and the earth, and the emperor of any dynasty will not be allowed to worship him!

The emperor ruled the world with benevolence, but there is still something beyond his power, but he can protect the common people with the sword, come and go as he pleases, wouldn't it be more enjoyable than being the emperor trapped in the Forbidden City!

Yinreng was a little agitated thinking about it for a moment, sweating a little, and a sickly blush appeared on his face, which seemed to be more real: "Does the imperial doctor have something to say? Can they cure my son? "

Kangxi didn't know what Yinreng was thinking, and he also knew that if he couldn't get a diagnosis, he couldn't get a diagnosis, and it was useless to force him to ask, so he gritted his teeth: "I sent someone to invite the master."

"Huang Ama," Yinfeng waited for Kangxi to say this, and immediately continued, "Didn't you always want to recruit the master? It seems quite insincere to always invite the master. I am not talented, and I am willing to give it a try. This time To recuperate, let's send my son to Qingfu Temple, and my son can take the opportunity to stay there for a few more days, and try to make the master change his mind."

Kangxi, who didn't know that he had been kicked by his son, was so touched that he could hardly speak, he just said no, and the road was bumpy, just in case something slipped up.

Yinfeng glanced lightly outside the bedroom: "Then take a few imperial physicians there, and take this opportunity to let them learn medical skills from the master..."

Heh, I heard that the empress dowager really gave the silver taels that she was going to donate to the imperial pharmacy as a monthly salary in the future.Among the dozen or so imperial physicians who accompanied him, some were down-to-earth, and some were restless. After taking the money, they turned around and secretly participated in the private gambling game opened by the eunuchs and maids of the harem.

Rather than letting the money won by the master fall into gambling, it is better to take them to Qinhuai, Qingfu Temple can't accommodate them anyway, let them live in Chunsheng Restaurant when the time comes, and get all the money back...

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Although Kangxi specially sent a fast horse to deliver the letter, in fact, it took only two or three days before the prince's guard of honor arrived at Qinhuai.

It's not that Yinreng is really sick, he just urged to hurry up on the way, and Gu felt that it was going to die, but in fact, all he thought was: Haha! ! !It's time to watch! !The master must be allowed to enter the door... No, master, cooking a large table of dishes, starving me to death.

Qingyang is also making preparations in the observation room: "Let's cook some porridge. Doesn't it mean that he hasn't eaten for a few days? Eating greasy food and eating Hesai indiscriminately is not good for the stomach."

"Oh, good boy, don't be so busy!" Stove King's grandma pushed Qingyang away from the stove with her round body, "I've been so busy in the morning, and I'm attending clinics and receiving pilgrims, grandma loves you so much! You go back to sleep and let grandma come to cook for your disciples."

After all, she is also a Kitchen God, and Grandma Stove King is more proficient than Qingyang in her movements, and she is full of joy when she cuts vegetables: "Our good boy is really good! We are so young, so we accept disciples."

Luo Hu stood vigilantly by the window and watched Grandma Stove King, feeling inexplicably as if she was being compared: "..."

...What does this guy mean? Is she trying to show that she is more loving than the real one? !

The point is, the little Taoist still likes it!

Of course Qingyang accepted this trick.In modern times, he learned how to cook and clean when he was five or six years old. In ancient times, the ghosts and gods he collected were not able to cook, and they opened their mouths and clothes to stretch out their hands for all the meals. Pushed into the kitchen.

Qingyang happily came out of the kitchen: "Has the prince arrived?"

"It's at the entrance of the alley! The carriage can't get in, and some imperial doctors are helping him in." The Yin soldiers sat in a row on the top of the wall, eating melons and watching the fun.

Xiaozhuang and Aunt Su Ma also stood by the door, watching from a distance.Jueming was still in the restaurant, but Juexin came, and the bitter look on his face could squeeze out bitter gourd juice.

Chen Yuanyuan held back the bad water and said: "Since entering the meditation, even if it is an experience, it should be given a Taoist name. Does the master call his disciples one by one, Prince and His Highness?"

"Yes, yes." Yinfeng was supported by the imperial doctors, and when he entered the door, he heard Chen Yuanyuan's words and nodded repeatedly, "Miss Chen is right."

The imperial doctors were beaten by the prince several times along the way, and they were already terrified. When the prince suddenly spoke to the air, they were so frightened that their legs gave up and they almost knelt down: "Mr... who is the prince talking to?"

"What do you know, dew is smeared on Gu's eyelids, and the dark eyes are opened." Yinfeng saw many familiar or unfamiliar faces, but it was not convenient to say hello in front of the imperial physician, so he hurriedly sent the imperial physician, "Enter the door , Fu Gu enters the door, you can settle down by yourself. When Gu sees you dangling in front of Gu, he feels uncomfortable and upset."

The imperial doctors bit their bullets: "Chen, where are you going to settle down?"

Yinfeng sat down on the stool for the consultation: "Chunsheng Restaurant, you want to learn medical skills from the master later, why don't you pay some Shuxiu first? Is this also a reminder for you?"

The ghosts sitting on the wall immediately began to discuss:

"Little abbot is fine, as soon as he enters the door, he starts pulling fat sheep into the temple."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this wool is self-taught."

"There is a successor! There is a successor!"

The imperial doctors couldn't hear the screams of the ghosts, and they exchanged eyes with each other reluctantly, wanting to say something, Yinfeng had already swung the whip - because he was dazzled by hunger, his hand was weak, and the whip almost flew out of his hand Go, but it also frightened the imperial doctors: "Yes, yes, I will retire..."

The imperial doctors scrambled away, and Yinreng endured the hunger until now, and finally put it on the table: "Hungry...hungry!"

"Who told you to torment yourself like this." Xiao Zhuang was supported by Aunt Su Ma, and his face drifted over with a slightly awkward expression.

Jue Xin chanted the Buddha's name from the side, and unexpectedly reminded him: "Master Qingyang, the Taoist name."

"...Wow." Qingyang couldn't help but said, "Returning Daoist name, I wonder if your account has been hacked, Great Monk. Didn't you still firmly oppose the prince's entry into Daoism before? Now you actually take the initiative to help him ask for Daoist name."

Grandma Stove King had already come over with five or six dishes: "Eat first, and talk when you're full."

"So much meat?" Aunt Su Ma said instinctively, "The prince hasn't eaten for so long, isn't it good to eat these?"

Yinfeng had already pounced on him, and didn't listen to anything, okay?He was dazzled by hunger, and Grandma Stove King's dishes were so delicious, without the restraint of the three-chopstick rule in the palace, Yin Reng gnawed his hoof and gnawed what was on his hand, and glanced at what was on the plate.

If you say that you can't eat big fish and meat after being hungry for a long time, Yinfeng understands the truth.But the delicious food is in front of him, he really can't control his mouth, and - these food, not only does not feel nauseated or uncomfortable, but a warmth spreads from his stomach, making him feel cold due to lack of energy and blood. Hands warm up.

Accompanied by the aroma of food that filled his mouth, this warmth penetrated his whole body, making his body, which was weak due to hunger and lack of water, refreshed and full of vitality.

Grandma Stove King was proud: "Can the food cooked by grandma be the same as ordinary food? See, after this meal, the little abbot is in good spirits again."

"..." Juexin's heartstrings were plucked by the word "abbot", and his eyes couldn't help but feel a little complicated.

The reason why he let go was because he had spent his life and effort before, and calculated the fate of the prince.

Fate is divided into two ways, if he does not enter the Tao, the prince will stay in the court depressed, and if he makes a careless move, he will be suspected by Kangxi, abolished, and imprisoned in Xian'an Palace.The Taoist leader of Qingyang accepted the prince in exchange for serving as the national teacher. The prince entered the Tao, but because he entered the Tao too late, he failed to cultivate the correct fruit. In the end, he returned to the underworld like an ordinary person and suffered from the six realms of reincarnation.But if you enter the Tao...you can cultivate into a free and unrestrained immortal, and you will be magnanimous to the world.

Both left and right are Taoists, so why should he be a villain?

Qingyang was thinking hard at the side: "Well... Dao name, I don't even have such a thing! Master only gave me the Dao name of 'Qingyang'."

Dao name and Dao name are different, which is somewhat similar to the difference between a name and a nickname.The name of the Tao is the name of the Taoist priest, and the name of the Tao is the nickname of the Taoist priest.Generally speaking, outsiders can only call Taoists by their Taoist names, and only elders can call them by their Taoist names.

"Master doesn't seem to like mentioning seniority very much... probably because of this, he didn't give me a Taoist name." Qingyang scratched his head, "Then let's continue the tradition left by Master! I will give you a Taoist name."

"Burp!" Yinfeng ate too much, and wanted to put down the bowl and chopsticks to show respect, but he didn't expect to belch out after wiping his mouth.

If you are careless, you will be free at once, indulge yourself, and lose your composure.Yinfeng covered his mouth in embarrassment, his face flushed.

Qingyang didn't care about this, it's human nature, he said with a bit of nostalgia, but also with a bit of melancholy: "My master's Taoist name is Qingfu, and I took the Taoist name of Qingyang. Yang means pure yang. , is the ultimate state that Taoist disciples want to achieve."

"What about you...Qing Xun, how about it?" Qing Yang smiled at Yin Reng, "May you get your wish and cultivate the Fairy Fruit of Happyness. From now on, the sky will be high and the sea will be wide, and you can come and go."