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

Hundreds of thousands of ghosts, together with the remnants of the Ming Sect, the Bailian Sect members, and the rebel army of the Third Prince Zhu, the scale of the enemy army this time is unprecedentedly strong, and no one can guarantee that there will be no omissions.

Seeing that Qingyang was chanting nervously, Kangxi felt a little uncertain: "Very... tricky?"

"Yeah." Qingyang said sadly, "When I think about the possibility of destroying precious historical relics..."

Kangxi: "????"

Qingyang said with hope: "Is there any way to make this fake Mani come out of the tomb by itself?"

Standing by the side, Yinreng also sighed quietly: "Is there any way to let me follow along to fight?"

"Take me, take me." Yinreng grabbed Qingyang's arm, "Master, I know all the homework you left me, let me go out and fight!"

Qingyang: "..." As an apprentice, he might have misunderstood his own species, "No, look, there are still Uncle Zhang and your Ama who need to be taken care of here."

Yinfeng turned his face away: "Ama, when will you be able to be more independent..."

Kangxi: "...??"

This unfilial son, Kangxi decided to ignore: "No matter what is in the Xiaoling Mausoleum of Ming Dynasty, since the group of thieves entered, they would probably have looted it all. This Mingjiao has been lurking under your noses for so long, it must not show up often, otherwise There will definitely be loopholes. But with so many living people, they must eat and drink? Maybe this plan has been prepared long ago, and a lot of food has been stockpiled in the mausoleum."

Yinfeng's eyes lit up: "Then what if there is no food? Although the mausoleum has many authorities, we can directly call the five ghosts to luck and steal all the food."

"We can try, but there is not much hope," Qingyang subconsciously wanted to invite Lord Wuling, but then remembered that even gods and Buddhas could not interfere in this catastrophe, so he simply sent Yinreng to summon the ghost, "The monk worked hard to plan, and he probably thought about it too. Question, I don’t know if there is a ban on food.”

Cao Shi went and returned quickly, and he opened his mouth to confirm Qingyang's conjecture: "I can't even enter the Xiaoling Tomb of the Ming Dynasty."

Although he didn't go in, Cao Shi stretched out his ghostly hand: "Xiang Huo..."

Kangxi: "..."

It's really... the people and ghosts of this Taoist concept are working together, they are like dogs, and they are gangsters!

"This is going to be difficult. It's not just about the restriction. That fake mani still has hundreds of thousands of ghosts in his hands, and with the Dragon Qi from the Holy One, let's be wary." Zhang Shuangying frowned. It will soon become chaotic. But if his idea is to drag him until the water is mixed and then come out, if we subdue him at that time, the damage caused by the previous chaos will not be restored."

"Wait," Qingyang suddenly thought something was wrong, "If this is the case, how can the tomb robbers still enter and exit the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum? Can the monk allow them to come out alive?"

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then they were overjoyed: "Quick, ask!"

Does this count as God helping them?Such a hard-to-find loophole was hit by them.

Qingyang also coughed dryly beside him, and secretly gave Luo Hu a thumbs up.

If this wave of fun is done well, it may be the key to breaking this catastrophe.

Luo Hu, who drove halfway, couldn't feel the joy at all: "..."

The tomb robber was dragged down and brought back again: "Why, how did you get in? It's the same as before, digging a hole. The ear chamber we entered... the ear chamber, understand? It's the two on the left and right sides of the main tomb. The room, in fact, is usually not excavated there, and many detours are required. This is a good place, and the necessities and funeral objects of the tomb owner are placed in the ear chamber."

"I didn't ask you about your grave-digging experience, so you dug a hole and went down?" Zhang Shuangying didn't believe it. "Can the ear chamber of the emperor's mausoleum be dug through so easily?"

"This... I don't know." The tomb thief hesitated, "I also thought it was strange at the time, but it was easy to dig through? It's like a god."

Everyone was silent, but it was as if they had the help of God, they couldn't figure out how to do it.

Qingyang thought for a while, and said to the tomb robber: "Take me to the robber's cave and have a look. If you don't want you to go down, just show me."

I don't know if the loophole is still there at this moment, after all, even Cao Shi didn't find it just now...

Unavoidable to startle the snake, Qingyang and the tomb robber went alone, and called Zhang Yuanbo, who was the calmest among ghosts and gods, to follow.Although gods and Buddhas can't intervene in the catastrophe, Qingyang just wants to guard against being discovered by exploring the road. At that time, the enemy will not be able to protect the tomb robber. As a ghost and god, Zhang Yuanbo is definitely more than enough to send the tomb robber back safely.

Arriving outside the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, Qingyang looked into the distance: "It's really cunning. Before I came here to save people, the guards of the tomb were all living people, but now they are all phantoms. I'm afraid even the previous living People are all thieves pretending to be—ah!"

The tomb robber's voice and Qingyang's exclamation sounded at the same time: "Someone! Someone! Over there!"

In an emergency, the tomb robber couldn't speak a complete sentence for a while, he just raised his hand and pointed wildly at the location of the robbery cave he remembered.

Qingyang also saw it. A figure suddenly appeared from the ground of the Xiaoling Mausoleum in the distance. He was dressed in purple fur, with a Tai Chi picture on his sleeves, and there were white clouds like fog under his feet. handsome face.

After a short pause, Qingyang and Zhang Yuanbo exclaimed again:

"Master!?"

"Nephew??"

Caught off guard by seeing the familiar face of Nostalgia, Qingyang was stunned, he didn't even listen to Zhang Yuanbo's words, he just instinctively chased him out a few steps: "Master...!"

Taoist Ziqiu's footsteps stopped because of Zhang Yuanbo, and he heard Qingyang's address: "?"

ill.

The other party's narrow and protruding phoenix eyes were clearly written with two characters, and when he turned around, his whole body turned into a mass of purple light and disappeared without a trace.

"Master..." Qingyang shook his confused head, "Could it be that I was obsessed with ghosts just now?"

His master is obviously from another world, so how could he appear here.

Zhang Yuanbo was also very surprised: "You call him master? This is Zhao Gongming's nephew, the grandson of Lao Tzu's master uncle. It's just that since the Qin Dynasty, for some reason, he has no longer contacted with the master, and has always cheated the emperor's money. Qin Shihuang That was the most famous one, I lied to him twice, and both of them are in the annals of Yangjian."

Qingyang's heartbeat suddenly stopped for a few beats, this description...is exactly the same as the memory his master once told him!His master's lay name was Xu Fu.

……is it possible?In fact, the master was originally from this world. Just like him, he suddenly transmigrated to another world one day and took him in as a child.

Zhang Yuanbo was still asking in a daze: "How is it possible, with the temperament of my nephew, accepting apprentices?"

Qingyang turned around and left without saying a word, with ecstasy suppressed in his heart.

"Yeah? Yeah? Why? Don't go down anymore?" The tomb robber was dragged backwards by Qingyang, and his thinking was still a little out of sync. "Didn't you say you wanted to burn some food before you came out?"

"No need," Qingyang couldn't restrain his schadenfreude smile, "The monk's wife is gone."

Zhang Yuanbo also belatedly let out an ah.

With ecstasy, Qingyang rushed back to observe, and briefly said: "God assists! Just wait, the monk won't be able to hide for long!"

Master shaves oil and water, that's so ruthless, it's like a watermelon, not even the skin is left.He is much more humane, a small amount and many times, and can be repeated repeatedly...

Jue Ming was amazed when he heard it, and turned his head to look at Jue Xin: "...Junior Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Jue Xin's eyes straightened: "When...the Taoist priest who designed the mausoleum for me and emptied my private treasury was called Qing Fu..."

Qingyang immediately comforted him intimately: "It's a good thing, and it shows that we can rest assured that we can wait for the monk to come out of the cave."

The Taoist priests from the Town God's Temple in the capital city were sent out by Zhang Shuangying to monitor the movement of the Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty. While waiting, the Taoist priests and monks who received the burnt letter also showed their magical powers and gathered again.

The two sects of Buddhism and Taoism expanded the encirclement and surrounded Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum. Three days and three nights passed, and it was not until the dawn broke that the illusion of guards and patrols outside Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum was broken from the inside.

Leading out was a tall and burly ghost riding a ghost horse, dressed in Mongolian clothes, followed by four ghost generals who also rode horses, no doubt they were Genghis Khan and his four sons.

Everyone didn't move, let alone make a sound, just laying in ambush quietly, watching the teams with clear divisions and seemingly conflicts continuously coming out of the opened underground palace.First came the rebel army of the Third Prince Zhu, who was a mixed bag of fish and dragons, then the White Lotus Sect, followed by the hundreds of thousands of ghosts who were captured, and finally the Mingjiao monks.

The sky was covered by ghosts everywhere, and it became dark and cold for a while, and the fake Mani was surrounded by Mingjiao monks in the center, and his eyes came out with anger.

"What a good plan...but it was disrupted by an evil ghost!" Qingyang choked and dubbed the fake Mani. At the same time, the escaped army had already stepped into the trap, Thousands of Buddhist and Taoist disciples jointly drew the formation, and in an instant pillars of light were erected, like Wuzhi Mountain, no matter where they went, they could not escape from the center of the formation.

There was almost no need for command, and the two sides entered into a battle state at the same time. Countless gods and Buddhas rose up in this not-so-expansive territory. In addition to the golden Buddha, the blue gods, there were also pure black Buddhas. The shaking, if it wasn't for the firmness of the light, would almost split the ground.

Qingyang nimbly avoided all kinds of bulls, ghosts, gods and demons, and went straight to the fake mani, the dragon energy in the opponent's hand was the first to snatch it back.

"Mom—help!"

"No, I was wrong, I don't want to die!"

All the way was the screams and howls of the rebels.Under such circumstances, the thousands of rebel troops led by Zhang Nianer seemed very small, they were all mortal bodies, without any fighting power at all, they could only run away screaming and covering their heads in terror.Of course, the Black Buddha would not be merciful to these rats scurrying under his feet. Instead, after discovering that the Taoist monks were tied up, he deliberately used living people, or used them as shields, or trampled them maliciously.

Qingyang had no choice but to turn back halfway to save these living people who were on the verge of crisis. This black Buddha is going against the grain. If he really sees blood on his hands, it will probably increase his strength. Also very nourishing.

As the battle became more and more anxious, all kinds of ghosts also brazenly joined the battle, clamoring more like villains than villains:

"Speech! Dwarf! Kneel down and call grandpa, I won't tear your mouth!"

"Hey, bald, wake up, you are so ugly, do you still hope to become a Buddha? Why don't you replace your Buddhist altar with a chamber pot!"

This is all good, and there are openly chasing stars:

"Miss Chen! Learn from Miss Chen!"

"Look up to General Ao!!"

Qingyang, who was sending the rescued living people to the edge of the light prison: "..."

... This year's slave ghosts can't be better.

Sin, oh sin, the ghosts of Qingfu Temple should not be put in the ranks of this group of originally pure slave ghosts, they all say that it is not easy to learn, and they slip away after learning badly...

Just thinking about it, Qingyang's hand lightened suddenly.

Cao Shi and other Yin generals jumped into the battlefield without knowing when, and sent all the fleeing rebels with their heads in their arms to the edge of the light prison one by one at an extremely fast speed.

Qingyang was stunned: "—Qingxi! Why are you here?" Qingyang looked behind Yinfeng, black lines, "...why are you still carrying a coffin."

Yinfeng also had a shocked expression on his face, and it took a while to react, and he said angrily: "It's on purpose!! Cao Shi, it's a shame that I stuffed you with so much incense, that's how you are lucky ??"

"What's wrong with us?" Cao Shi had already finished his work, and thousands of insurgents were all transported to the edge of the light prison to squat. He snapped his fingers and pretended to be ignorant and said, "Let us transport you to the battlefield. , let us transport these insurgents to the light prison, they are all transported, it is perfect."

"That didn't let you bring the coffin together!" Yinfeng wanted to push the coffin out and hide it, but the light prison could only get in and out. After pushing for a long time, Yinfeng carried it on it furiously, "wait , wait until I finish the fight!"

"Hey——" Qingyang still wanted to call Yinreng to stop, Yinreng had already carried the sarcophagus, and rushed into the battlefield ferociously, probably because runes were carved on the sarcophagus, the sarcophagus was shining brightly, and it was about one meter long The coffin whirred, and it was unlucky for anyone.

The monks of the White Lotus Sect probably didn't expect that someone's magic weapon was a coffin, and Yinfeng simply used the advantages of the sarcophagus to the extreme. He could hide under the coffin to resist the beating by shrinking his body, and he could smash the white lotus monk's face with blessings when he swung it up. Blood.He hides under the round coffin, and the magic whip to ward off evil is like an evil tentacle. From time to time, he spits out a letter from under the coffin, whipping the white lotus monk to the ground, or dragging the white lotus monk to the coffin Next, give a heavy blow with the sarcophagus.

"..." All the ghosts on the field noticed this brutal and bloody fighting style. The Bailian monk who fled from Yinfeng turned into blood gourds, and there were a few who were not very resistant to beating, howling and moving away from Yinfeng. Climb in the direction of reng.

A few old white lotus monks with white beards jumped out and said angrily: "Young man with a yellow mouth, don't be so arrogant! These are just my low-level disciples. Those who are capable will try against me!"

The Taoist priests who were fighting with them also followed closely. The one with the sword was better, and said with gritted teeth with talismans: "These old monks are really resistant to beating, and the talismans are all used up."

"Say it earlier, I have it here."

Yinfeng kicked away the unconscious Bailian monk at his feet, stood the sarcophagus heavily on the ground, and opened the coffin door.

A sarcophagus full of talismans spewed out quickly, showing how they were squeezed into the hall before.This is one of the talismans that Yinreng must practice every day, the pure talisman.

"Snapped!"

The magic whip was held by Qingyang by the snake's head, and with a wave of his hand, the thick yellow talisman piled up on the ground seemed to be rolled up by a dragon snake, forming a hurricane. Yinfeng lifted his Taoist robe and sat on the spot in the center of the yellow talisman : "Smelly bald donkey, today I will teach you what it means to be weak and not fight!"

"??" Both the enemy and us stared, and were either impatient or mocking and wanted to speak out, Yinreng already held the three clear fingers in his hand, asked for the blessing of the Sanqing Tianzun, and chanted "The Sutra of Chang Qing Jing said by the Supreme Lord".

"...you can always get rid of your desires, and your mind will be quiet; if you clear your mind, your spirit will be pure; naturally, the six desires will not arise, and the three poisons will be eliminated..."

"...Consider the emptiness and the emptiness, the emptiness has no emptiness; the emptiness has nothing, and nothing has nothing; nothing has nothing, and it is always silent..."

Back then, when Qingyang first entered the Qingfu Temple, he used the "Qingjing Sutra" to calm down the boy Jie who wanted to make trouble in the temple. Now Yinfeng is sitting here, asking for the blessing of the Sanqing, and pouring the power of the Sanqing to recite it again. "Qingjing Sutra".

The elders of Bailian wanted to laugh at Yinreeng, meditating on the battlefield, he was really "weak and invincible", but the yellow talismans glowed blue in the wind, and instantly stuck to the elders of Bailian, using the supreme method to suppress evil ambitions .

The Taoist priests holding swords and talismans glanced at each other, and quickly joined the ranks of "weak and invincible".

Can fill the sarcophagus, how can the yellow talisman be counted, almost wrapped the elders of Bailian into mummies, and Zhang Zhang instilled Taoist teachings inward with soft force.

If you want to say no, Yinfeng and the others did put down the magic weapon, but if you want to say that they are weak... On the battlefield, the Bailian elders who are being forced to indoctrinate the Taoist teachings against the enemy are probably the first to disagree.

It was also at this time that the fake Mani, who had been kept silent all this time, finally yelled angrily, the ghost horse neighed, and Genghis Khan and his four sons galloped forward. The swords in their hands each pierced through an elder Bailian, and then turned sideways together, slashing fiercely at the cross-legged man. And sitting Yinfeng——

"Chong!"

"..." Genghis Khan and his four sons looked at the fake Mani whose head had been slashed by them in silence.

Yinfeng let out a disappointed sigh: "The head of the monk is really strong, and he can resist it."

"..." Cao Shi and other five yin generals who had just moved Jisi Khan and his fourth son couldn't help complaining deeply, "You have so many ideas, and the art of fortune will give you a lot of fun."

Just talking poorly, Yinfeng saw that the fake Mani seemed to suddenly feel something was wrong, and suddenly raised his arm: "Hey, where are the three big golden dragons hanging on his arm?"

Qingyang, who has been deliberately lowering his sense of presence, calmly walked over with the dragon in his arms: "I was just inspired, and I tried it out, the fortune-telling technique."

Laozi said: "Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature."

The so-called Taoism follows nature, which means that Taoism is the origin of everything, but we still have to act in accordance with the laws of nature and follow the laws.

The "principle" of the fortune-telling technique is that whether the caster can summon ghosts and gods and move property, whether it can be done or not, does not depend on whether the property is fierce or not, but only on the ability of the caster and the castee.

Qingyang was constrained everywhere before, but it was because the fake Mani used the dragon energy as a shield, but the fortune-telling technique was able to separate the fake Mani from the dragon energy, only comparing the naked strength of Qingyang and the fake Mani.Qingyang tried it, and only sent Chen Yuanyuan, Shen Wansan, and Sony, and the move was completed.

"..." The surrounding Buddhist and Taoist disciples all groaned in their hearts at the same time.

Can fortune-telling still work like this?

The Buddhist disciples were still in shock, but the Taoist disciples had already begun to chant mantras.

For a while, the enemy ghosts were moved around, no matter who they attacked at first, they became their own people in the blink of an eye.

Qingyang sighed: "This may be... just not forgetting the original intention."

Fake Mani is miserable, very miserable.It's like when Voldemort met Harry, he chanted a killing curse, but was killed by disarm.

"What do you know?" the old Taoist taught his disciples while tying the monk Bailian who was cursing like a crab, "is it so easy as you said? You have been learning the five ghosts for so many years, have you realized the beauty of it? That's what Taoism is all about. Back then when Empress Nuwa became a saint, didn't she just play with mud? It's just that few people who practice Taoism now find out the law by themselves! They all practice step by step."

All the enemies were brought under control, and the catastrophe that the fake Mani painstakingly managed was eliminated invisibly.Youtan directly cut off the roots of wisdom of all the evil monks, especially the fake Mani: "If the little Taoist priest and his disciples hadn't made a strange move, I don't know how many spiritual disciples would have been lost in this battle. This man is cunning, cut off part of his wisdom , so that he can't think of tricks."

"..." Qingyang closed his eyes as if realizing something.Because of breaking the catastrophe, the Buddhist and Taoist disciples present all received some merits. His feeling was particularly obvious. His Taoism increased sharply, and he could clearly feel that he was only a step away from ascension.

Zhang Shuangying saw Kangxi leading the troops coming from a distance: "Let's make a rescue together, there are hundreds of thousands of ghosts."

Qingyang thought for a moment: "No way..."

"??" Jue Ming, who had been engaged in big fights on the main battlefield, came back with his junior brother bearing the bruises on his face. This was the first sentence he heard, "You don't want the IOU?"

"Yes, but," Qingyang pondered, "I haven't been a national teacher for a month yet, and I haven't received a copper plate. At least I will get a monthly salary after holding it for a month."

"..." Brother Gao heard the meaning behind Qingyang's words, and couldn't help but be envious, "You don't forget your original intention, don't you?"