starling is not a bird

Zhang Mingde has won the appreciation of all the nobles. He is invited by the prince's mansion today and the marquis' mansion tomorrow. He is very busy preaching and chanting scriptures every day. He even chose a Taoist temple in the suburbs of Beijing, vacated a few cool houses, and spent a lot of money The arrangement said that a puja would be held at the time of Sanqing Christmas.

As a result of the famous capital city, ignorant women and children brought incense to the suburbs of Beijing, and even the incense ashes burned in Taoist temples were sold in terms of silver, and the price of gold and silver foil paper in the whole city was soaring.

Which of the nobles in Beijing doesn't yearn for long-lasting wealth and prosperity?Emperor Kangxi is over fifty years old, who knows when the mountain will collapse?Everyone's wealth is due to the emperor's grace, but seeing that the crown prince is not a reliable master, who is not worried?

Once the emperor and the courtiers, those who are in power do not want to abdicate, and those who are not in power want to rise to the top. It is the eagerness of every family to make further progress. Facing the resentment of everyone, the crown prince who is far away in the warm south of the Yangtze River even sneezes more Got a few.

Holding his heart, Zhang Mingde's eyes were half closed, his whisk was resting on his left arm, his beard and hair were neatly reciting scriptures, and beside him stood a few children, with round heads, white and clean, with a cinnabar dotted on his forehead, There is a Taoist bun on his head, he is dressed in a gossip Taoist gown, and he is holding an incense burner and a tea tray.

: "Master Daoist, the Palace welcomes you!" Someone came in from outside to speak.

Zhang Mingde opened his eyes, and slowly stood up from the couch: "Which palace?"

The person handed over the post, and Zhang Mingde read it carefully: "Qingfengmingyue, follow me for a while."

In the palace, a certain clan member chose a half-lit main room, Zhang Mingde carefully touched the bones on the wrist of a certain clan member: "The bones of a nobleman are so strange, there must be great nobles in the future."

The clan relative smiled coldly: "This king is already a prince, what else is there to wait for?"

Zhang Mingde is not angry either: "The Qing Dynasty has established the country for three dynasties, and there are more than a hundred princes? Not everyone eats the imperial food, but everyone has a prince's fate. It is the prince who guards the ancestral family business. Let's see what the prince thinks."

The clan relative didn't answer the question, and asked someone to send a reward of silver, ten pieces of colored satin, and some sheep wine, and politely sent the living fairy back to the suburbs of Beijing. When Zhang Mingde left, he used his fingernails Several marks were scratched on the door knocker, and the attendants reproduced it on mulberry paper and showed it to the clan, who sighed for a long time.

Just when everyone was hesitating, bad astrology came from the Qin Tianjian, saying that a comet was about to come out, and if it didn't pass through the sun, it would pass through heaven and hell. For a while, songs spread all over the world.

: "The broom is long, the broom is short, and the broom comes out to shave your head."

: "The comet is about to come out, but the spring platform is not born."

Although the person involved is always the last to know the truth, but when the crown prince's eldest son contracted smallpox and paid tribute to the pox god empress, such news inevitably shocked many caring people.

When Babeile heard the news, Babeile happened to be tasting the newly arrived Xinjiang melon at the mansion of Brother Jiu. Babeile silently gnawed the skin of the melon to leave a thin layer, then rolled up the skin, looked at Brother Jiu and said: "This way Luckily, there are people who believe in the magic snail!"

Brother Jiu sat firmly: "Who cares who he is, there have never been many such heartless idiots in this world!"

Elder Fourteen shook the juice in his hand, and said a little dejectedly: "The ancients said: the embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant's nest. These words of Lao Mozi have been spread a lot, and it makes people uncomfortable."

Babeile glanced at him, didn't make a sound, silently thinking in his heart, who is spreading the yin and igniting the will-o'-the-wisp and making rumors to benefit from it.

No matter who it is, there is such a chaos in the capital. When the emperor comes back, he will have to blame Babeile for not hosting well enough. What about a more reliable opponent?

In Babeile's opinion, a man should either see the truth on the battlefield, or see his skills in court. Poisoning and cursing are things that women with no skills like to do, and they are all worthless.

But since the brothers like the way of hating victory so much, then it's not too much for me to add fire to them and add some weight to Master Zhang Mingde, right?

In the middle of the night, the quiet village is full of sleeping dreams. The big yellow dog of the Li family is lying on the haystack, drooling at the stars in the sky. There is too little vegetable soup and rice tonight, and my uncle is not full!

The coolness on the field gradually hit, the big yellow dog's eyelids drooped, and a faint smell of blood floated into his nose. The big yellow dog quickly raised its front legs, arched its back, and barked a few times, but The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the big yellow dog raised its tail and barked loudly.

The barking of dogs at night was particularly ear-piercing, and some people who were sleeping were awakened, but the barking of dogs that stopped abruptly brought an end to this ordinary night.

The person hiding in the haystack panted heavily, waiting for the big yellow dog on the ground to roll over, foam, shake violently, and slowly stop breathing.

The man leaned on his leg, came out, pulled the dagger from the big yellow dog's neck, wiped the blood on the yellow dog's back, took it back and stuffed it into his boot.

Looking up at the stars in the sky, the man straightened up and headed towards the kitchen. After a while of rummaging, he found half a black bun, ate it with the cold water in the pot, and rushed out of the yard again.

The Taoist temple was brightly lit all night, and the ever-burning lamps illuminated all the eyes. All the cauldron furnaces and alchemy furnaces were guarded by boys. When the wounded man fell down, they were immediately surrounded by boys.

Zhang Mingde, who was dragged here in the middle of the night, was like a shark that was excited by the sight of blood, and his spirits jumped up. He directed the boy to the alchemy room to get the elixir to stop bleeding and protect the heart, and carried him to the back to lie down again. Someone cleaned up the ground and sprinkled a layer of incense ash.

Zhang Mingde saw that the wounded man had a beard on his face, braids on his head, and a good leather jacket, so he sent the little boy out and began to search him slowly.

What was in the wounded man's arms was a letter sealed in patent leather, but the color of the envelope was unusual, how could an ordinary letter use such a light yellow color?

Carefully picked the sealant away, it turned out to be a Tibetan letter inside, Zhang Mingde looked at the person on the bed, exhaled more than inhaled, he became more confident and bold, after reading it, Zhang Mingde smiled: God help me too!

When the wounded man woke up, Zhang Mingde was giving him acupuncture with silver needles. He suddenly wanted to sit up, but he couldn't get up at all. The Taoist priest in front of him looked kindly: "The messenger is coming from Tibet? good?"

The man's eyes turned red immediately: "The thief Diba is so bold that he killed the Living Buddha Khan, I beseech Khan to send troops!"

Zhang Mingde warmly supported his shoulders, and said softly: "This Dao must have eliminated this catastrophe for the Living Buddha, you can rest assured, tomorrow I will enter the palace to meet the Holy Spirit, and personally introduce you to Tian Khan!"

The wounded man nodded and smiled gratifiedly, Zhang Mingde asked again: "Is there a companion walking with you?"

The injured man's eyes dimmed: "They all killed them!"

Zhang Mingde smiled more gently: "It's okay, it must be the Living Buddha who is blessing you!"

The wounded body relaxed a little, Zhang Mingde helped him to lie down, gently pulled up the quilt, covered his mouth and nose, held it tightly, and did not let go until his kicking legs were put down.

"Qingfengmingyue, come in, this person is dead." Zhang Mingde walked out of the room, and whispered to his confidant boy to come over, "He came from an unknown place, and something happened to us again, if he is used by someone with a heart, I'm afraid we will be implicated. "

Qingfeng had the longest time with Zhang Mingde, so he hurriedly asked, "Then what should we do?"

Zhang Mingde frowned: "For the present plan, the only way is to send him to the wilderness, but since he has cast himself here, he is a destined person, the master still has to arrange his funeral, so that no one can bury his body. "

Mingyue was greatly moved: "Master, you are really kind!"

Zhang Mingde twirled his beard and said: "We cultivators naturally want to produce karma everywhere, it's just a little effort, nothing to worry about!"

Qingfengmingyue carried her to the ravine, and then came back and told the boys to be careful about their mouths, and forced all the boys to swear a heavy oath before they would give up.

Zhang Mingde carefully asked where the corpse was buried, praised them a few words, rewarded them with some food, and allowed them to go out for a stroll in a few days before letting Qingfengmingyue leave.

On the second day, Zhang Mingde took his disciple You Fang to a certain palace, lit the alchemy furnace, refined the golden alchemy, and never went to the Taoist temple again, preaching every day and watching the stars every night.

By the time Kangxi returned to the court, Zhang Mingde had already received the treatment of having dinner with the king of Tongzhi County, and the libretto on the street had also changed.

: "Shenxian Zhang, sitting on the lotus platform, who will come to town when Si Weixing comes out?"

: "The Great Desolation lands, the living Buddha ascends to heaven! The mountains are covered by heavy snow, and the rivers are settled by armored soldiers!"

The rumors were disturbing, even the censor was alarmed, and there were many heads poking around in front of Qin Tianjian's door. Before the crown prince had time to say something to his son, the memorial was handed over to Kangxi's case.

There are rumors from the censor that there are visions in the sky, feelings in the earth, and evil stars appearing and disappearing. I am afraid that people's hearts will be taken advantage of. When Kangxi saw such nonsense, he almost laughed out of anger.

But when all the ministers seconded the proposal, Kangxi couldn't laugh anymore. Kangxi also believed in ghosts and gods, but he really didn't want to believe in such things!

The king of Zhijun came out: "Huang Ama, these visions are very effective. Since ancient times, the celestial phenomena have heralded, Huang Ama must believe it!"

Prince Jane also stood up: "Even though it's a ridiculous statement, Huang Ama, let me just listen to it. If one or two things come true, it's easy to take precautions, but it's not too much to understand the people's sentiments."

When Kangxi was still hesitating, Babeile stood up and said, "The theory of ghosts and gods has existed since ancient times, but there are so many people with a heart, Huang Ama, please think more about it."

The third elder brother also echoed a few words, and in the court hall, most of the nobles wanted Kangxi to believe, and most of the Confucian scholars kept silent. Kangxi felt a deep headache when he saw the noisy courtiers.

Before Kangxi's conclusion was made, all kinds of strange phenomena appeared in the Taoist temples in the suburbs of Beijing. There were ghost fires in the middle of the night, and blood characters appeared on the walls during the day.The terrified believers signed a statement and begged the court to investigate the case.

The case shocked many people, but after a few days of investigation, the Taoist temple was turned upside down, but there was no result. At this time, the king of Zhijun solemnly recommended Zhang Mingde.

A pillar of fragrance, a few cases, Zhang Mingde began to help the spirit, invited the upper body of the gods, said that the wronged soul has hatred, and said that the wronged soul is related to the fate of the country. When these words came out, the shock was not small!

So following the sand table and holding the compass, the body of the living Buddha's messenger was found, and the living Buddha's distress letter was also received before Kangxi's case!

Frowning his eyebrows, Kangxi didn't even look at the staring King Zhijun.Hmph, that's a foreign minister, you are my son, you have your share in the world, so why do you want to claim credit?

Zhang Mingde finally got the opportunity to face the saint, he looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, and he was done, the road of the national teacher of the Dao, the king of Zhijun, you are the Qingyun Ladder, and the Dao will repay you!

Looking at Zhang Mingde who was talking eloquently in the court hall, Babeile lowered his head without showing any expression. Everyone's eyes were mostly on Zhijun Wang. He recruited such talents. It can be seen that he has ability. Shan Sihao is able to appoint the crown prince, can this Taoist priest do it?