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

After Nalan Rongruo's private school starts, the alleys are much cleaner!Every adult's face is filled with joy:

"Damn it, so this is the joy of being able to send the little boy to study? I didn't know before. Listening to what Mr. Rong said, there will be 'summer vacation' and 'winter vacation'. I was still happy at the time, thinking that there would be three or four I can see my child every day for a month. Now...Damn it, I work so hard to make money and no one gives me a holiday, so why do these little bastards have a holiday? "

"Hi! Don't mention it, who doesn't think so? Tell me, if we collectively propose to Mr. Rong to cancel the winter and summer vacations, will Mr. Rong agree?"

"Yes, yes, it's not necessary, it's really not necessary. People outside say that I studied hard for ten years, and I haven't heard that there are three or four months of vacation every year!"

A few big men sat against the wall of the Qingfu Temple, eating breakfast and chatting in low voices. Looking at their longing eyes, it seemed that as long as the problem of "winter and summer vacation" was solved in life, everything would go well.

A few children carrying modified small schoolbags and being sent to school by their parents: "..."

Wow - the villain shark me! ! !

In just a few days, the attitude of the children in Xiaozhai Alley towards Qingyang has changed 180 degrees. When they saw Qingyang in the past, the children were all: "Yeah! The beautiful brother is here!" Now it is: "Ghost! Ah—the devil is coming—”

Weep blood every word.

Qingyang was delighted to hear this, and for private school, he specially made a small chime.

There are two kinds of chimes, one is round chime and the other is flat chime, or jade chime.They are all used to communicate with the gods and pray for disaster relief.

This one made by Qingyang is more powerful. It is engraved with "Wenchang Dadong Immortal Scripture", and under the watchful supervision of the master and Wulinggong, he invited the blessing of Emperor Wenchang. Every time he hits it, the sound of the chime is melodious, which has the effect of encouraging students First class.

On weekdays, this chime is placed on the left hand side of Nalan Rongruo's teaching desk, and it is used as a class bell when it is struck before each class.

In the private school, when the last wave of children arrived, Nalan put down the scroll in his hand gracefully: "I won't study today—"

"yeah--"

Nalan Rong is like a smiling devil: "Let's take a quiz."

"........."

Nalan Rongruo seemed unaware of the dead silence in the school: "Just follow this seating order... Regardless of the content, each person has a poem and five characters. You can recite what I taught you in the morning reading every day. If you can't recite it, you can write it yourself." It's okay." At the end, the devil actually smiled.

If Nalan Rong really thought the children were cute, he had only been in school for a few days, how could he be so cruel and let the children write poems, he was purely checking the effect of the morning class.When it comes to writing poems by yourself, if you can really pull out a few lines, that is doggerel.

With Wenchang Qing sitting in the township, most of the students can still recite fluently, and there are one or two who can't recite, stuttering a few sentences, with wimpy eyes: "..."

Li Huzi became poetic in despair, and wept with emotion: "Brother, you are so good-looking, why did you harm me? Reading and chanting, the world is hell!"

"Good!!" The children were deeply touched for a moment, they clapped their hands, and some even burst into tears.

Nalan Rongruo almost died laughing, but still said solemnly: "That's right, it's very touching and sincere. ——The rhyme is completely wrong, and I'll recite the content of today's morning class a hundred times!"

"..." Li Huzi, dead.

Qing Yang didn't know about the arrangement of the children in the private school. He was holding the portraits and discussing with the craftsman hired to build the screen wall: "Can I trouble you to draw the faces of this boy and this maid in this carved statue?" , into the appearance of these two people?"

Qingyang showed the portraits of Oboi and Chen Yuanyuan that he had painted in his hand, and specifically told the craftsmen: "To be ugly, the main thing is to blend with the overall style. Men should embody majesty, and women should embody dignity."

"????" Chen Yuanyuan watched her pretty face being chiseled by the craftsman, and suddenly changed from a round face to a round face, "Master!!! Is it because I have made less money recently?!"

Aobai also faintly roared in dismay: "Who is this guy who is waiting for Lei Gong's face and pig's nose and ears?! Ah, don't pick your nostrils anymore!!"

Qingyang pretended not to hear, and under the protection of the craftsman, it was impossible to see the two ghosts beating like thunder, and scolded him for his incomparable skills: "According to what you said, I gave this big brother a fusion of the characteristics of each family. .Look at this face! Look at this ear and nose! Is it enough to suppress evil? And this beauty, look at this beautiful woman with a pair of chins, big earlobes, small eyes, and a fat face. Very dignified."

"Go to your mother's evil, I won't be startled by my own portrait at night!" Obai started to run wildly again, "Change it back, old man, change it back!"

Chen Yuanyuan also covered her eyes in pain: "My sister is dead."

Qingyang sent the craftsman away, turned his head and said with his hands on his hips, "What are you arguing about, I hope you recognize your identities. Ghosts will never wake up at night, and they will never die again."

Qingyang even picked up the chisel, and modified the carving a few times with his own hands, making it even uglier: "Isn't it to avoid trouble, you are considered famous people, the prince's generation doesn't know you very well, so what if Where is the Sky Pearl coming? When I entered the door, I saw the portraits of Oboi and Chen Yuanyuan? Is it still possible for me to squeeze my wool?"

Aobai sneered, "You think so far."

Qingyang stared round his eyes: "Where is it far, Rong'er is here with me, can't he come and see his son? He can't give anything to see his son, do you mean it?"

He's planning ahead, and rightly so!

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According to the current income of the restaurant, Qingyang prepared to order a batch of supplies according to the previous plan.

The offering vessel is a utensil used to worship the gods, and is usually placed in front of the statue or tablet.It is divided into two types: support and ceremonial guards.The offerings are sea lanterns, five offerings, etc. There are many ceremonial guards, such as buildings, big gongs, table surrounds, and even eighteen kinds of weapons.

"Ah, yes. I just want to ask, is there any good source of goods here in the City God's Temple? Silver is not a problem." Qingyang took the initiative to come to the City God's Temple in Nanjing and asked Zhang Shuangying for help. "I think your sea lanterns are quite good. .”

Sea lanterns are eternal lights, or endless lights.Generally speaking, they are enshrined in front of statues or tablets, and they are not extinguished day and night, and can obtain great merit.Taoist temples with conditions generally use sesame oil to light lamps, while those without conditions use ordinary clear oil.

Like the City God's Temple in Nanjing, of course, there is no shortage of money, and the long-burning lamps use sesame oil.

Qingyang wandered around for a while, then said greedily: "Ah, your five offerings are pretty good..."

Jade censer, silver vase, ceramic candlestick.

Looking at Qingyang's expression, Zhang Shuangying was afraid that he would step forward and steal it: "Fellow Daoist." He hurriedly stood in front of Qingyang to protect the five priests, "The supplier is in Qinhuai, I'm here May I take you there?"

Qingyang rolled his eyes: "A regular customer introduces a new customer, is there any discount, can I forgive you..."

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Returning to Qingfu Temple with a full load, the first thing Qingyang did was to replace all the tattered five offerings in the main hall, offering jade incense burners, silver vases, and ceramic candlesticks, lighting a long-burning lamp, and scenting the scent of sesame oil with the candle flames. The main hall is much more advanced.

Qingyang saw that the new offerings of incense were making small waves with joy, and he knew that the master was very satisfied with it, so he fiddled with it even more enthusiastically:

The altar is covered with a tent embroidered with auspicious clouds and purple air; the altar is covered with a table surround that covers the space below, on which Qingyang personally wrote Yunzhuan script, which is full of solemnity; because the Taoist temple is small and there is no scripture altar, Qingyang is here Hand-held treasure banners are placed on both sides of the scripture case in the main hall, and treasure covers embroidered with ten kinds of patterns such as flying clouds and Xiangluan are placed on the spirit banners; The curtains with patterns such as auspicious clouds can slightly cover the gods of the ancestors, and the most important thing is to add a layer of insurance to the boxes full of toys...

Clapping his hands, Qingyang retreated to the door and looked at the completely new main hall, feeling a sense of accomplishment, and couldn't help nodding.

Master Ancestor is obviously also very satisfied. With the experience of touching his head last time, he is very skillful in stroking his curly hair this time.

"Master is very happy, so I'll go to decorate the side hall—oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, don't stop pulling my hair!" Qingyang just covered his head with his hand, "Ooooooh, don't pull my ears!"

Wu Linggong was still reconciling accounts with Chen Yuanyuan, and they all froze when they saw this, and then slowly retreated to the side hall by coincidence... Liu Yuanda even crawled into the tablet: Why do senior brothers often have tears in their eyes, because the little brother Senior brother Jin Gui loves deeply.But no need, as long as senior brother can live...

"Master..." Qingyang covered his ears with his hands, but was stunned for a moment.When his fingertips and palms touched a piece of cold jade-like skin, he could touch the tall, slender, straight-lined hand bones on the back of the opponent's hand, and even the depression at the base of the thumb on the back of the hand, and then, "Oh—don't I have worked hard, master, and I haven't become a fairy yet!"

The other party was obviously very angry and slapped Qingyang's claws away. Although the strength was a little weaker, he still did not let go of his ears.The atmosphere in Qingfu Temple was also not right, Qingyang only felt the back of his neck feeling dark again: "Master Zushizu, listen to me, those in the side hall are all free from the store, it seems that they are new customers, I have no points." no flowers..."

In fact, it is not true, there is no store that is so kind-hearted and generous, Qingyang spent a lot of time, otherwise he wouldn't have spent a whole night buying an altar.

Qingyang cautiously said: "Then look, do you still want to pay this free and worthless offering?"

Someone: "..."

The strength on the ears faded unwillingly.

Qingyang rubbed his earlobe, and Xi Diandian carried the five offerings and the ever-burning lamp into the side hall, and arranged everything: "...Brother, why are you doing this?"

The five linggongs sat on the tablet very stiffly, with their heads facing straight ahead, as if they were trying to pretend not to see a ghost, but they failed very well.

Liu Yuanda: "..."

It's terrible, that person is standing by the window of the side hall, looking at them...

Woohoo, what's scarier than ghosts isn't necessarily a human being, it might even be a god...

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After replacing the offerings in the main hall in one go, and relying on his dexterity, he managed to win the ever-burning lanterns and the five offerings for the brothers without any risk. Qingyang felt that this day was very fulfilling, so he finished his evening class and went back to his dormitory after taking a bath fell asleep.

Because of a tiring day, Qingyang almost fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, and slept soundly.

Until midnight, a strange voice came faintly: "Lang...lang..."

Qingyang slightly opened his sleepy eyes: What's the sound?

It sounded quite close, like something from a Taoist temple.

Is it the kid who came to revenge?Or are the ghosts in the temple finally wanting to revolt?

Qingyang lifted the quilt, and the cold wind poured in, and the drowsiness disappeared immediately.He took the Dharma bell and cautiously pushed the door out. When he passed through the side hall, he took a special look at the tablet of Ling Gong, but the five senior brothers who were in charge of guarding the door did not show up.

"Who is it..." Qingyang muttered, pushed open the door of the side hall, stepped into the courtyard, and finally heard clearly:

"Bo lang bo lang bo lang!!!"

The ever-burning lamp in the main hall also flicked on and off violently following the sound of rattle drums viciously, as if it was about to go out in minutes.

Qingyang: "..."

Isn't that right, Shizu, you are so angry that you shake the rattle in the middle of the night? ?

Qingyang raised the candle in a black line, stepped into the main hall wrapped in Taoist robes, walked around behind the statue, trying to coax the child-like master, but before he could speak, he saw the rattle hanging in the air that was about to be placed like a spinning top suddenly It froze, and then fell straight back into the box with a "snap".

The candlelight, which was still swaying violently before, also returned to softness, as if the sound of the rattle just now was just Qingyang's illusion.

Qingyang: "..."

If you know that you are ashamed of being caught, don't play rattle drums in the middle of the night!Are you still a rebellious child? ?

As soon as the offerings in the main hall were upscaled, the original furnishings were quite dilapidated.For example, the altars that survived the smashing, such as the potholed mud floor, such as the overall building that has been somewhat decayed.

Qingyang felt that the money was not enough, and even regretted it a little. Why did he think about the long-term and build the restaurant with money first, and wouldn't it be nice to just demolish the main hall and rebuild it? ?Recently, he has started to worry about Liang Zhu's ant repellent.

"Alas..." Qingyang sighed, calmed down, and instructed Nalan Rongruo how to prostrate correctly, "Full horoscope, put the left hand on the right hand, forming a cross, buttocks should not be higher than the back."

Nalan Rongruo also remembered the kindness of Qingyang and Sanqing, even though he could stay in the private school, he would still come to thank him every day at night.

A gentleman remembers kindness and never forgets it, but Nalan Rongruo will never forget to come to thank him every day if he can walk on the ground for a day.

Looking at Nalan Rongruo who stood up, Qingyang's thoughts gradually came alive: "Rong'er... I just burned a lot of paper and pens for you last time, have you finished writing your poetry collection?"

Nalan Rongruo suddenly became energetic: "It's finished, but I haven't thought about what name to use."

Nalan Rongruo is dead, he doesn't want to use his original name to cause trouble for Master Qingyang.

Qingyang rubbed his chin: "Then Mr. Rong's poetry collection, it's the same name as a private school, it's free publicity. In the future, when these children in narrow alleys learn it, you have to accept other students! You may be able to charge a fee." gone."

Nalan Rongruo: "Okay, let me see that the Huawen Bookshop opposite the private school—"

"Slow!!" Qingyang stopped drinking, grabbed Nalan Rongruo's hand, his eyes sparkled, "Rong'er! Don't leave the fat and water to outsiders, why do you want to send the money to other people's pockets? I can do it for you." You copy the book!"

"Ah..." Nalan Rongruo chose his words carefully, "Then, isn't it too hard, master? Copying by hand is also time-consuming!"

How convenient it is to send it to the book store for printing with movable type, and copy it by hand until the year of the monkey and the month of the monkey...

Qingyang shook his voice: "You are looking down on my ability! As long as you trust me and give me the money, I can copy three thousand copies for you tonight!"

Nalan Rongruo was shocked: "You want to enslave again... have you invited the Three Corpse Gods?"

"What do you mean, am I that kind of person?" Qingyang said without blushing, "I want you to know that I am an immortal of Taoist sect who has transformed into thousands of people. Wait for me to use some supernatural powers, give me the money, and deliver the goods tomorrow morning!"

Nalan Rongruo: "..."

Master, you have re-read "Give Me the Silver" for the second time, don't be so frank when you ask for money......

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For the sake of Qingyang's talk, Nalan Rongruo couldn't refuse.Qingyang went to the restaurant that day, because the venue of Qingfu Temple was too small, he might squeeze his avatar to death by himself...

"Actually, with my own strength alone, I can transform at most one or two incarnations at a time," Qingyang said while placing the small statues of the ancestors, "but with the blessings of the ancestors, it's different. I used it once before and transformed into three thousand incarnations."

When both of them didn't notice, the small statue moved slightly, as if looking at Qingyang.

What is an incarnation, that is one of the ways that gods manifest.With a mortal body, Qingyang can transform into one or two incarnations with his own strength. If Lord Wuling is here, he will be shocked to see the bullet screen in his head: You are worthy of Xiao Jingui, I have not lost this wave.

Qingyang didn't know what the master was thinking, he just closed his eyes and kept thinking, and recited the mantra, asking Sanqing for blessing.Nalan Rongruo stood in the corner of the room where it was said to be safe, only to see Qingyang's lips move quickly, and a few words were heard in his ears, but he couldn't understand them at all. All almost collapsed.

In the lobby of an ordinary restaurant, the wind slowly stopped, and even the light seemed to turn into particles and stagnate gradually.In the next second, the Dao Blessing came crashing down, causing the curtains in the building to fly up. If Nalan Rongruo only had time to grab a desk and protect himself behind the desk, he would be blinded.

——It’s not too dark, it’s blinding.

Countless incarnations are all over the restaurant, with blue avenues of light on their bodies, which can be looked directly at by unusual ghosts.

Qingyang was shocked, relying on the deity's control over the avatar: No wonder it's so crowded!The ancestor played the rattle and played the rattle again, this blessing actually blessed him with [-] incarnations!

Not only that, but he also felt a completely different power from the spiritual qi that he usually cultivated, surging in his body, he almost had a certain feeling, whenever he thought at this time, he could overturn the situation by raising his hand, and turn his hand However, the small Qinhuai River is just a drop in the ocean under the great road.

Whether he wants to become the overlord of the world, or become a god, it is only in his mind.

This kind of temptation is too strong, with an almost curse-like attraction, it is irresistible, endless greed and black mud rise in the heart, and the sudden powerful power can completely break a person's normal mind— —

Qingyang: "Hey, then can I exceed the task tonight and copy [-] copies of it. Ronger, add more money!"

With this supernatural power, how easy it is to copy a book. If it wasn't for the lack of paper in the end, Qingyang would have had time to copy the third round.

It wasn't until the dawn broke that Qingyang asked his body to back up for blessing, and as soon as the avatar was scattered, he went up sticking to the ground with a thud.

"Master!!" Nalan Rongruo turned pale with shock, and quickly stepped forward to support Qingyang, "Master, what's wrong with you!"

"Hey..." Qingyang vomited with his head tilted, and then said as if he was about to die, "Three thousand incarnations, I was paralyzed for three days. Master gave me a thousand incarnations at once, and I am going to be paralyzed now." It's been ten days... add more money!!!!"

Nalan Rongruo: "..."

Master, the intensity with which you shout for more money doesn't look like you're going to be paralyzed for ten days!

Qingyang didn't even want to move his fingers anymore, revealing the yearning and distracted look of a little match girl who cut the last match: "Ah... I really want a monk,"

Nalan Rongruo: "?!?"

No way, master, why do you suddenly have such an idea?

Qingyang drooled: "Catch a powerful monk with a thousand-armed face, who specializes in copying books, hehehehehehehe..."

Nalan Rongruo: "..."

Qingyang was hysterical there, and Nalan Rongruo had already strenuously picked up Qingyang and stuffed the small statue into Qingyang's arms by the way. .Zhao Gongming rushed out to see it, he was startled, and quickly called his colleagues to give Qingyang some blessings, at least he was able to get up slowly.

Sitting on the ground, Qingyang wondered: "It's so strange, why do you keep encountering this kind of situation recently, and you have evil thoughts in your heart."

It was one time to fish a box in the water before, and another time for thousands of incarnations. He obviously had the protection of his master, so how could he have evil thoughts in his heart?

Qingyang couldn't figure it out, so he stood up from the ground holding the small statue, sent it to the main hall, set it up, burnt incense as usual, stared at the statue of Sanqing for a long time, until the cigarettes started to waft, Qingyang Yang Cai acted suddenly.

He walked around behind the statue: "These toys must be dirty, take them and throw them away."

Someone: "?!!"

Qingyang picked up the box and was about to turn around when the other end of the box was firmly grasped and refused to let go.Due to the fact that Qingyang is currently too delicate and weak to be pushed down, the other party dare not use too much force, so he can only hold tightly.

One person and one mind really dragged a box of toys for a long time, and finally Qingyang couldn't hold back: "Puff cough!"

Evil thoughts arise in the mind before the toy is introduced, and of course it cannot be a problem with the toy.

Some hesitation in Qingyang's heart dissipated before it arose, and he couldn't help thinking a little funny: It's the behavior of the master, which made him seem to be grabbing a child's toy, it's so pitiful, it's a little... small cute.

Compared with the high-ranking and difficult-to-approach masters in modern times, Qingyang feels that the difficult and clingy masters in this world are more...real and kinder.

"Mr. Rong's Anthology of Poems" was quickly spread all over the place.

Nalan Rongruo's literary talents are there, and Chen Yuanyuan mobilized the contacts he had accumulated in the restaurant. Rich businessmen and nobles came to the restaurant to accept Amway, and then returned to sell Amway in various places. Naturally, this collection of poems is booming.

Soon, all the more than 2 copies copied before were sold out. Qingyang forgot the pain when his scar healed, and he blesses several incarnations with great energy, but in the next few times, nothing happened, and nothing Evil thoughts were born.It's just a little bad--

Qingyang cried bitterly on the bed: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Nalan Rongruo comforted with an angel's heart: "It's okay, I still have a chance next month. I didn't expect the master to still think about returning the property to its original owner—"

Qingyang: "Woooooo, maybe he is the one I'm looking for with the supernatural power of a thousand arms!"

Nalan Rongruo: "..."

Forget it, his feelings were wasted again.

At the same time, above the court.

The third prince Yinzhi: "Huang Ama calm down, Qinhuai is a land of wealth and wealth, and corruption of ink has been repeatedly banned. My son petitioned to go to Qinhuai to relieve Huang Ama's worries."

The boss, the second child, and the ninth child who are very sensitive when they hear the word "Qinhuai" recently: "??"

What the hell, the third child only loves to read and the other one, so what kind of bureaucracy is he going to do?

What's the difference between this and a student of pure literature who suddenly speaks boldly, saying that he wants to become an economic tycoon or a political tycoon?

However, before they could open their mouths, Kangxi had already said, "Quasi."

Kangxi was clear in his heart, and Qinhuai officials were not so easy to rectify.With these immature sons, no way.

He had already made secret arrangements, but he just needed a cover to numb Qin Huai's malignant tumors on the surface.Last time he let the boss go, this time he should also let the third son from the prince's line go.

Kangxi hid all his calculations and balances in his belly, retreated quietly, and went to the Hall of Mental Cultivation with a chess game that still needs to be carefully arranged in his heart.

And the other end.

The third child, who was happily going to court, was suddenly surrounded by three brothers, the eldest prince, the prince, and the ninth prince, and was squeezed into a corner.

The prince narrowed his eyes: "Third brother, you and I have a very close relationship, why didn't you mention the matter of going to Qinhuai this time?"

Yinzhi was dumbfounded, looking at this strange blocking combination.

Logically speaking, the First Prince and the Ninth Prince belonged to the same nest, right? He and the Second Prince were on the same line, so why did the Second Brother follow the First Prince and the Ninth Prince to block him?

Yinzhi was very puzzled, but there was nothing wrong with this matter: "Second brother, don't you know? Recently, "Mr. Rong's Poetry Collection" has become popular in Kyoto! I read Mr. Rong's masterpiece, and I was shocked, so I wanted to go to Qinhuai Meet this formidable man."

The boss, the second child, and the ninth child, none of them knew the existence of Nalan Rongruo. The boss and the ninth child were still thinking: Well, the master said before that he had never been to a private school, so this collection of poems must be similar to his. no problem.

Yinzhi had already memorized the poems in "Mr. Rong's Poetry Collection" intoxicatedly. They were the kind of poems that were particularly clear and refined, and a little sad for spring and autumn. Anyway, they were not the boss and the three of them at all.

The three of them walked away bored, leaving the confused third child behind.

Yinzhi was at a loss, turned around and was about to leave, when he accidentally saw the old eighth Yinhu standing not far away. He also had the same puzzled expression as Monk Zhang Er, and for some reason, the other party had dark circles under his eyes. .

Forget it, I'm with the second brother, what does the eighth brother, the boss of the party, have to do with me.

Yinzhi straightened his collar excitedly, showing a simple, ignorant and sinister smile of anticipation: Mr. Rong, I'm hot!