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

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and ghosts and gods were startled.

The anger on Zhao Gongming's face froze, and the faces of the other four Linggongs turned pale.They looked at the void behind Oboi with extremely inconceivable eyes, as if they had penetrated the emptiness and saw clearly the true nature of the god standing there.As for the other party's identity, Zhao Gongming carefully put away his anger and lowered his head.

...By the way, he kicked Cao Shishi again.

Cao Shigui's eyes widened: You kick back, and I will enjoy myself.Even if it was wiped out, he would still be a hungry ghost.

At the same time, the Taoist priests in the City God's Temple in Nanjing also noticed something was wrong.

"Uncle Zhang, look at the news. Either a big monster came into the world, or someone angered some big existence. Let's... shall we go and see?" The little Taoist looked up at the dark sky, holding back The instinctive fear in my heart asked.

"What are we, you little disciples who are not good at cultivating the Tao are staying here, I will go and ask the brothers to go!" Zhang Shuangying hurriedly took his magic sword, turned to go to the alchemy room, but saw that the brothers had already taken it. All the magic tools came out of his room one after another. Zhang Shuangying's morale was lifted, and he held the magic sword tightly, "It's not too late, I'll hurry up!"

Let’s not mention how the Taoist priests in the City God’s Temple cast their spells on their way, let’s talk about going back to the prince’s private house.

The crowd stalemate for a long while under the terrifying pressure, Oboi had already moved more than half a foot towards Qingyang, when he suddenly felt a force coming from under the plate in his hand, smashing his plate which still contained prawns Go out, making a loud and heart-throbbing crisp sound.

"—Ah!!!" Oboi cried out worse than he fell out, "My shrimp!"

"..." The five yin generals on the side tried their best to speed up the speed of inhaling the incense, and let their tablets fall to the ground under the vibration, smashing into pieces, and they also took the last sip of incense, so they cleverly took the opportunity to escape.

Liu Yuanda protected his tablet and said weakly, "Why are you here?"

"You?" Qingyang keenly grasped the key point, "Not the three?"

He always thought that there were three masters who manifested spirits, and they usually called them masters, but according to what Liu Yuanda said, in fact, there was only one master who manifested spirits?

The mountain rain is about to come, the black clouds are pressing down on the city, and in the bone-chilling wind, Qingyang can't help asking: "—Then who is the master? Is it Shangqing or Yuqing?" ?”

The corner of Zhao Gongming's mouth couldn't help twitching.

The cold wind that was blowing just now suddenly froze, and seemed to have lowered its power with a guilty conscience.

Qingyang thought carefully about his logic: "It's definitely not Master Taiqing. Master Taiqing said that goodness is like water, and he can do nothing without striving for it. So I dare to ask this person in front of him, is it Master Zu of Shangqing or Master Yuqing?"

"..." The wind stopped completely, and the dark clouds shrouded in the sky also quietly moved away guiltily, but soon gathered together again——Qingyang hasn't explained it clearly yet!

Previously, he made a clear promise in front of him that he would never make offerings to Oboi again, at most he would offer incense.The results of it?On a whim, he wanted to see how the little Taoist priest would slip Oboi on weekdays, but what he found in the end!

It's nothing more than making prawns for Oboi, it turns out that the little Taoist priest still has such a big house outside, and he has secretly raised ten guys who are not on the table!Look at so many empty rooms in this house, and so many stones and woods on the ground in the courtyard. Will there be more ghosts and gods in the future? ! !

Qingyang was flustered in his heart, and his appearance was as steady as an old dog. He raised his hand and swore: "Master, I really didn't lie to you. You see, I promised not to make offerings to Ao'er—I didn't make the prawns either. Yes!"

As the king of the sea, there is a string in his heart that is tense!Qingyang ran to the kitchen, and brought a shivering fat cook: "Mastiff, the prawn is made by him."

While talking, Qingyang tried to open his eyes wide.

Why, how come senior brother Zhao and the others can see the appearance of the ancestor, but he can only see the air.Master, after showing his vigorous side, is he ashamed to show his face?

"?!" Aobai showed an extremely shocked expression: What - that shrimp was not made by a stinky Taoist priest? !How is this different from cheating on his feelings! !

Zhao Gongming: "...cough." He reluctantly passed on the message, "There is still a sentence that has not been explained, 'At most, it is only for incense'. Isn't this prawn better than incense?"

"Of course there is no comparison!" Qingyang said loudly confidently, "I made the incense with my own hands, and the prawns were not made by me. How can the shrimp made by others compare to the incense made by me?!"

"...!" The poor mastiff was stabbed in the face again, his eyes widened in disbelief.

However, the heartless master has already begun to trample on other people's hearts: "Even the offerings for the five spirits, I didn't use vegetables from my own vegetable garden. And the crown prince sent a cook over. Vegetarian food is made by cooks!"

After a few words, some people are happy, but many people are worried.But obviously, in the current situation, the person who is worried is not important, what is important is the only one who is happy.

Seeing that the weather was gradually turning fine, Qingyang took the opportunity to repeat what he said to the five senior brothers before, and subtly changed the angle: "Master Zu, please let the five Linggongs enter the contemplation! You can look at the other Taoist temple, whoever gets on the stage, which one doesn’t have side halls, no gatekeepers and gods? Moreover, our Taoist temple is poor, and we need talents like Senior Brother Zhao.”

Speaking of this, Qingyang has changed the name of Zhao Gongming.He has already called Sanqing several times in front of Wu Linggong, and it is of course justified to call him senior.

"..." Brother Zhao showed an expression of daring to speak, and stared hard at Qingyang's back: If you have the ability, you can tell this one again what you just said to us!What a little more generous, peaceful coexistence.

The chef who was pulled out by Qingyang's legs were weak, if not for Qingyang's support, he would have almost sat on the ground.He couldn't see ghosts and gods either, he just watched the last cloud in the sky fade away with trembling eyes, and just breathed a sigh of relief——

"Boom-long-"

The sound of the collapse made him sit straight on the ground, his fat body was almost hanging on Qingyang's arm.In just the blink of an eye, five in and five out, a huge private house, only a few ruins are left in the blink of an eye.

The pedestrians on the side of the road were stunned, and stopped to stare at this scene. Many servants sent by the prince to help take care of the house crawled out from under the broken wall, coughing, in a bit of a panic, but not injured.

Qingyang: "..."

Zhao Gongming conveyed dryly: "Since Wu Linggong has moved into the Taoist temple, there is no need for this house to exist."

"...Brother!!" Qingyang hung the fat chef behind Zhao Gongming's back, strangled God of Wealth's neck in grief and anger, "Why, how did this happen? You entered a Taoist temple, but why did you let me lose money? Woolen cloth??"

How expensive is this house! ! ! !He can't even pay for a chamber pot inside! ! !

Zhao Gongming was so strangled that he rolled his eyes, and he simply dodged and ran away with his brothers.

Anyway, it has been agreed that Qingyang will bring their tablets to watch in a while, and wait until the next auspicious day, and then formally invite them to return to their thrones.They just waited until the time came for the seance.

Qingyang was very sad, turned around and hugged the fat chef: "Why, I have paid so much for this family..."

The fat chef also choked up and said, "Master Daoist, I want to go to the latrine..."

Qingyang: "..."

Qingyang silently let go of his arms, and watched the fat chef in disgrace as he went to borrow a hut in the opposite restaurant with a sad look. He just turned his head, wanting to call Mastiff over and continue to express his inner sadness, when he heard a shout from not far away: " Hey! Who made a mess!"

A large group of Taoist priests suddenly rushed up at the corner of the street, and the leader held up his magic sword out of breath, "Fortunately, I waited for the help of Senior Brother Gao's spells to get here within inches, and I didn't stop quickly—eh."

Zhang Shuangying looked around wonderingly, except that the house collapsed strangely, he didn't see any monsters, let alone feel any great existence!The only bearded ghost who seemed to be relatively strong was still digging between the bricks and tiles, muttering "My Xia, my Xia".

Zhang Shuangying stepped forward hesitantly: "This fellow Taoist, what happened just now?"

Qingyang moved the corners of his mouth dismally: "Some small disputes in the family..."

"??" Zhang Shuangying asked the servant with lingering fear on his face, "Do you know what happened?"

The servants were more hesitant than Zhang Shuangying: "... some... small disputes in the family?"

…………

Zhang Shuangying and other Taoist priests arrived in time, Qingyang exchanged names with everyone, and implored fellow Taoists to help find the tablet of Wulinggong: "...I guess it was buried somewhere."

It was also concealed by the ancestor, otherwise he would have found it early in the morning.This can only be done in a stupid way, spending manpower to find it slowly.

Zhang Shuangying asked all his brothers to come to help: "It turns out that you are fellow Taoist Qingyang. I heard your name mentioned earlier by the city god and ghost messenger, saying that you invited the three corpse gods at night and wrote meritorious deeds. You have profound Taoism. This time I finally got to see each other. If there is a chance in the future, we should communicate more.”

In his mind, Qingyang added the City God's Temple in Ducheng to the wool list, and wiped away his tears: "I'm causing trouble for you all... Woo!" He said sadly, "I just want to ask a fellow Taoist..."

Zhang Shuangying: "Naturally know everything and say everything."

Qingyang: "How does your City God Temple support so many gods without overturning..."

Zhang Shuangying: "...Huh?"

Zhang Shuangying's expression was full of bewilderment, with question marks almost floating on his face, as if he was asking: What is how to make offerings?Is that how you feed it?What is a rollover?Why did it overturn?

Qingyang couldn't help showing admiration and envy to Zhang Shuangying: "Brother Dao is so amazing!"

Zhang Shuangying: "Yes, is it...?" He felt that he was normal, did he not do anything extraordinary? ?

Aobai floating beside him also showed a look of amazement at Qingyang.

Why are the Taoist priests in the Town God's Temple so powerful? If they are so powerful, it's their master who is so powerful!A terrible family turmoil ended with the outside god being accepted into the door openly...

After returning to Beijing, the crown prince's greatest joy every day is to ask about the progress of the construction of Zhijun Wang's new mansion: "Oh? You said it will be completed soon? What about the lonely good brother? What's your reaction?"

Konoe: "I'm not looking forward to it..."

——Of course not!Who knows if this new mansion will collapse in seconds after it is completed!

Jin Wei said: "According to the report from the spies, King Zhijun recently hired a new Taoist priest. The goods he sent informants to buy secretly were also found out. It was a statue of the God of Wealth that had been consecrated."

The prince almost laughed out loud, what's the point of getting up early every day?At least he can sleep soundly, unlike the eldest brother, the new palace is about to be built recently, maybe he is so worried every night that he can't sleep?

Just as he was enjoying himself, there was a little eunuch at the door, who bowed and waited: "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

"..." Yinfeng's light smile gradually subsided, and the tone of his voice was not good, "What's wrong?"

The little eunuch said with a trembling voice: "Going back to Your Highness, there is news from Qinhuai that the private house you bought collapsed... collapsed."

"??" What, I just laughed at Yinfeng, how could my house collapse, Yinfeng stood up suddenly, "How is it possible! Qing...is anyone injured?!"

"No, it's the same as the first prince's palaces. The houses have collapsed, and everyone is fine..." the little eunuch said, panicked: it's over, it's over, did he know something by accident, presumably the Zhijun palace collapsed before , must have something to do with the prince, so this time Zhijun Wang came back with revenge!

He, can he cross this threshold alive?

The silence in the East Palace lasted for a long time, just when the little eunuch almost gave up his knees and knelt down to beg for mercy, Yinfeng slowly sat back down, and said with a little guilty tone: "Really, if you collapse, you will collapse." Come on, tell the people over there not to rebuild it..."

Well, how could his house collapse?After much deliberation, there is only one possibility, Sanqing knows that Taoist Master Qingyang secretly raises a foreign spirit in his house!So I broke it down with my own hands!

Thinking of the various materials he had specially prepared for Qingyang Daochang in the house, the prince thought a little weakly: At this time, it is better to weaken the sense of existence and stay still...

…………

With the help of the brothers from the City God Temple in the capital, although the tablet of Wuling Gong was buried very deep, it was delivered to Qingyang just in time for the nearest auspicious day.

Obstructing the existence of the master ancestor, Qingyang didn't dare to hold a big feast to welcome the brothers back to their thrones.Moreover, their Qingfu Temple was too small, and in the end they had to divide more than half of the hut into two rooms. A futon, luckily he is the only living person in Qingfu Temple.

People in Xiaozhai Alley soon discovered that there was an extra side hall in Qingfu Temple, probably because there was no money or the space was too small. There were no statues in the side hall, only memorial tablets.But even if there is only a memorial tablet, it is the tablet of the God of Wealth—for a while, the side hall suddenly became crowded, and people had to queue up to offer incense.

This is not very good.

Qingyang squatted in the main hall: "Master, you can't just look at the appearance. In fact, the most people who come to burn incense in the temple worship you. Senior Brother Zhao just pays homage to you by the way! It's just that you are so powerful that everyone doesn't like you." If you dare to enter the main hall, you can only burn incense in the big incense burner in the center of the courtyard."

At the stall where Qingyang coaxed his master with gentle words, Zhao Gongming was actually sitting on top of his tablet in the air, passed the small window of the side hall, and poked his head out to be picky about Oboi's nose is not his nose, and his eyes are not his eyes: " It's you! You entered the concept before us. What benefits did you bring to Xiao Jingui? Lucky fortune? Or nursing home? Is there any difference if you are there or not??"

Aobai watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, he just ate his incense in the vegetable field.

Who cares, he's the one who goes in first anyway! !And he is not like a certain god, who made the master pay such a large debt upside down as soon as he entered the door, and the room he lived in became smaller.Just like that, do you still have the nerve to say that you are the God of Wealth?

Just pretending to be dumb, Oboi suddenly saw a familiar figure from behind at the door: "—Old..." Oboi almost called out the master, "Master Dao, there are people coming from the house!"

In an instant, the harmonious atmosphere on the surface of the entire Qingfu Temple froze, and the temperature began to drop slowly...

The steward who came to report the letter couldn't help rubbing his arms, and hurried in to find Qingyang: "Master, hasn't the house been rebuilt all the time? Someone came to us today, saying that his master wants to buy this land and start a restaurant business .”

Qingyang inexplicably felt the back of his neck feel cold, and the left side of his body also felt cold, as if there was some kind of existence standing near behind him, waiting for his reply: "——, as I said before, this house is my home. No. How should I pay for it? I'll try to find a way to pay for it. For the issue of buying land, I'd better go back and ask your master."

The steward: "My master said that there is no need for compensation. This house is yours, and the land deed is up to you. The merchant's offer is quite generous. Would you like to meet him?"

The manager is also a person who has experienced house collapse, so he almost said at this time: Selling it to someone else as a restaurant is the safest choice!For the sake of everyone's life, you'd better deal with it quickly!

The back of Qingyang's neck became even colder, fearing that his master would mistakenly think that he was planning to continue to use the house to raise foreign spirits because of his disagreement, he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, see you."

The steward looked relieved: "The middleman said that my master is now at the Chunsheng Restaurant opposite the house..."

On the way to the house, the steward explained in detail why the businessman chose to rebuild a restaurant even though he had a ready-made restaurant: "It's not about the price, it's mainly because he already has an idea in his mind about the restaurant he wants to build. After buying Chunsheng Restaurant, it has to be demolished and rebuilt. It is not convenient to buy our land directly. Moreover, our land is much larger than Chunsheng Restaurant, facing Qinhuai Huajing, and the location is also better than Chunsheng Restaurant. Mind."

While speaking, the carriage arrived at the place.

It was the first time for Qing Yang to enter a restaurant in the Qing Dynasty, and he found it fresh when he looked around. He followed Xiaoer all the way up to the private room upstairs, pushed open the door of the box, and saw a man in a red robe sitting lazily Beside the table, his skin was creamy, his eyebrows were like a phoenix, and he was gorgeous and flamboyant. Although he looked like a man or a woman, his bones were sharp, which made people know that he was not easy to bully.

The middleman was standing behind the red-robed man to serve him before, and when he saw Qingyang and the steward entering together, he said, "Master, the man is here."

As soon as Qingyang took a step forward, he felt the manager pulling him desperately from behind: "What are you doing?"

The person in charge only just saw the face of the master, and he recognized who it was at a glance. If he had known that it was the master who wanted to buy the land, he would have rejected it: "Yes, why don't you think about it..."

"It's already here, what are you thinking about?" The other party didn't recognize the manager, after all, for the man in red robe, the manager is not worth his attention, "Next Tang Jiu, look at this ...Brother's attire, are you a Taoist priest? Why don't you sit down and talk, and make friends. To be honest, the Taoist priest's attire surprised me, and I should still be able to sit in that kind of good position in Qinhuai Man, he must be a very rich old guy, but he was such a young and formidable Taoist priest."

Qingyang said very seriously: "Stop sitting, I have no money."

"..." Tang Jiu choked for a moment, "The Daoist was joking, he has his own private house and a steward, and he said he has no money? I'll just ask for it!"

"Ah, let me tell you earlier." Qingyang sat down immediately, unable to hold back even the steward.

Tang Jiu: "..."

"The Taoist priest is really different..." Tang Jiu twitched the corners of his mouth, but he was not stingy. He ordered a lot of vegetarian dishes, and explained his business plan roughly through tea and wine, "I do business, I have always paid attention to harmony and wealth, and mutual benefit. If the Taoist priest is willing to sell the land to me, I will pay this amount, only a little more."

Qingyang came to his senses when he heard this. Although Tang Jiu spoke vaguely, it meant that he wanted to run a themed hotel!Dividing the restaurant into different areas, and doing Jiangnan style and Western style style, this business mind is quite advanced, but...

Qingyang said sincerely: "The price you gave is not enough. If you really want this land, let's cooperate. I will sell the land, and you will build the building. After the operation, the dividend will be divided in half."

"?!" Damn, shameless, Tang Jiu slapped the table and stood up on the spot, his face became more beautiful with anger, "You have a good idea! You give the land, I build the building, I manage it, you Why take half of the profit?! Even if I take a step back, wouldn't it be good to buy this Chunsheng Restaurant?"

Qingyang lowered his voice: "I'll tell you a secret."

Tang Jiu looked suspicious: "What else do you want to say?"

Qingyang whispered: "I raised the God of Wealth."

The truth!He raised the god of wealth.The prince's house collapsed before, and to be honest, I can't blame Brother Zhao, it was caused by the ancestor, can Senior Brother Zhao overcome an existence as tall as the ancestor?But this restaurant is different. If a restaurant is really built in this place in the future, with Brother Zhao's blessing, won't it make a lot of money?Half the profit is considered less.

Tang Jiu was furious: "I'm still raising a kid!!!!"

Who is this? Taoist priests are so greedy these days!

Tang Jiu turned around and left, and before leaving the door, he heard the Taoist shouting earnestly from behind: "Brother Tang—don't forget to pay—your treat—you said—"

The voice was so loud that the entire private room could probably hear it, and the maids passing by in the aisle couldn't help but look up at him.

Tang Jiu gritted his teeth: "Shameless!"

The middleman followed closely behind: "Then master, this place?"

"Don't buy it! Just buy this Chunsheng Restaurant. When the business starts in the future, I will make him regret it!" Tang Jiu kicked the porch next to him violently.

In the private room, the steward wiped his sweat in fear: "Master Daoist, do you know his identity?"

"Huh? I know, you can see it as soon as you meet each other." Qingyang began to inhale the free food.

Half life noble, half life miserable, almost exactly the same fate as Yinfeng and Yinfeng, can be summed up as: Fate with decline.

In this way, compare it with the brothers of the Kangxi family, Tang Jiu, Tang Jiu, the ninth prince of the current dynasty is named Yinzhen.

The steward couldn't help being taken aback: "Then you still..." You don't give face like this, is it because of the prince...?

The steward was still excited, but Qingyang held his face and began to think: I dare not build a house for people, but it is okay to rebuild a restaurant, so Brother Zhao can show his magical powers.But with the idea and the land, where does the money for building the restaurant come from, as well as people?

Having said that, I don't know if the eldest prince has a family to live in?

--of course not.

"Didn't you promise this king that this God of Wealth has been consecrated by you and descended to the gods, and he will definitely help me make a lot of money?!" Yin Yin jumped into a rage in front of the ruins, grabbed him and was arrested by the banner soldiers The Jianghu Taoist who came back said, "What is this? Ah? What is this?! Why did my new palace collapse again!!"

Yinbi was so angry that his chest heaved violently, he threw away the Taoist priest begging for mercy, and then wanted to smash the statue of the God of Wealth he brought, but he didn't dare to do it.

Holding up the statue of the God of Wealth as the Statue of Liberty for a long while, Yinfei held the statue of the God of Wealth back to his chest in a vain manner, and hugged her hands together: "You, come here."

The informant who was sent to secretly buy the statue of the God of Wealth walked up to his boss in a desperate manner.

Yinfei wanted to save face and lowered his voice: "You, you go to Mingzhu and ask him to borrow some money in private, and buy some incense and offerings along the way. Prepare the car, the king is going to Qinhuai!"