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

In order to make a lot of money, God of Wealth Zhao Gongming personally picked an auspicious day, which happened to be stuck in Qingyang and returned with a full load. The next day, Chunsheng Restaurant finally reopened!

Qingyang specially asked Nalan Rongruo to compose a poem for "Cyberpunk", and thanks to Mr. Rong's talent, he forcibly broke up with the Three Thousand Worlds: "This, the Three Thousand Worlds, seems to be a Buddhist saying, Is it okay for me to write like this?"

"What's the matter?" Qingyang waved his hand, "It's not the first time that Buddhism has been squeezed out of money!"

Nalan Rongruo: "..."

In addition to celebrity endorsements, Qingyang also referred to many other experiences of later generations, and held a lottery at Qingfu Restaurant, limited to 30 people, and gave Chunsheng Restaurant a cyberpunk experience spree. Servings, of course, are limited in time.

"This is to use the advanced to lead the backward!" Qingyang hugged the small statue and carried the big box, standing at the entrance of Chunsheng Restaurant, watching the crowd that soon became crowded and sighed.

Qingyang plans to complete the small golden body that he promised to his master before, in just a few days.It just so happened that the restaurant was newly opened, and as one of the owners, he had to sit in town for a few days, so he simply brought all the hundred taels of gold gifted by Master Kong.

There is a special room in the restaurant, which is for two monks who are in debt to copy books and provide Buddha's light. Qingyang went in with a statue and a box, and saw that the room was empty.

"?!" Qingyang's eyes widened, oh my god, this is the day before work, and the monk started to be late!

Jue Ming came late, and pushed the door into the room with a happy face, completely unexpected to meet Qing Yang: "..."

The smile on the old monk's face was carefully restrained: "Well, I seem to be late."

Qingyang slapped the table angrily: "What is it like! Are you Buddhist disciples so dishonest now? Look at the time, you came later than the boss, deduct money!"

Looking behind the old monk, Qingyang didn't see Juexin's figure, and he was even more angry: "It's still a while, your junior brother is better than blue in this aspect! Double the deductions!"

After speaking, Qingyang sat back and waited for the stingy old monk to pester him. Unexpectedly, Jue Ming's complexion was painful for a while, and the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with uncontrollable joy, and he sat back behind the table happily. It's the default.

"??" Qingyang was suddenly full of suspicion, and lied to him, "Why are you so happy to deduct your money? Well, you monk! Hiding private money behind my back?"

Old monk: "?!"

Passing ghost servant: "!!!"

Fuck it, it's so explosive.The number of ghost servants at the door increased rapidly, and they gathered by the door expressionlessly, seemingly indifferent, but in fact they all pricked up their ears.

Jue Ming waved his hands anxiously: "No! Don't talk nonsense, little friend! It's Jue Xin. He enlightened last night and is still in the process of enlightenment. If he succeeds, maybe in a few days, he will be able to turn around like the old monk. Qixiang! By the way, I forgot about the deduction of money just now, can I help Juexin and ask you to leave for a few days?"

Qingyang slowly: "...?"

What kind of enlightenment, didn't the old lady give birth in a dream last night, can she enlighten the Tao even if she has a baby?

"..." Qingyang glanced at Jue Ming with complicated emotions and grinned happily, thinking that the old monk was right, Jue Xin was really very wise.but!As a disciple of the Daoist sect who protected his shortcomings, Qingyang still decided to stand for Xiaozhuang, "I will ask for leave as soon as I open the business, and deduct money!"

Jueming: "..."

The brows of joy were completely frowned, and he didn't say a few words, and he said three times about deducting the money, and the monk's head was buzzing.

Under the weight of debts, Jue Ming slowly lowered his happy bald head, weeping in his heart: If this goes on, when will I be able to pay off my debts, when will I have the money to make a statue of my Buddha... Sigh!Let's go to private school tonight.

Jue Ming secretly touched the magic staff hidden in his sleeve, and decided to block Rong'er at night and incarnate as an evil reminder force. This is called passing on the damage...

Clay statues are different from gold statues, depending on the material. The golden statue itself has the deterrent power of money, but the pure color is also more difficult to control.Qing Yanghua spends more time sculpting gold than sculpting clay statues of his master. He needs to make every fold on the clothes meticulously, using contours and undulations to create shadows and a sense of reality.

In the past few days when Chunsheng Restaurant reopened, Qingyang stayed up almost every day. He rushed to the restaurant with his golden body during the day, and returned to the Taoist temple at night. Qingyang has carved out uneven textures, as if they were really embroidered. The fine stitches are clearly identifiable, and the texture of the fabric is palpable.

"My God!" Chen Yuanyuan held his face to Qingyang, who finally came out with the results in his arms, and said, "With such ability, what kind of Taoist priest is the boss? A lot of rich people are willing to invest money for you to make jewelry Bar!"

Xiaozhuang also couldn't help getting closer: "There is no craftsman with such craftsmanship in the tributes I have seen."

Qingyang waved his hand: "That can't be compared, I used spells as an aid. Moreover, shaping a golden body is shaping beliefs, how can it be compared with money and jewelry?"

Anyway, if he was asked to make jewelry for the rich, he would not be willing to have more gold ingots.

Holding the little golden body, Qingyang happily ran into the main hall, and showed it to the master who was still slurping hot and sour noodles: "The little golden body is ready, it shouldn't be worse than the statue, right?"

Qingyang put the little golden body next to the small statue, facing each other. In terms of value and size alone, the little golden body is a sure win.Not to mention the craftsmanship of the small golden body, which is even more delicate than a small clay statue. Even the transparency and hollow texture of the hair sash and scarf are very real, as if a golden fairy came down to earth, standing by the wind, and the clothes are elegant.

Almost immediately, the prestige that was still condensed on the face of the small statue was transferred. Obviously, the master couldn't wait to abandon the old house and move into the new one.The whole body of the little golden body exuded a blue light, but it only flashed for a while, and then went out in an instant, and even the hot and sour powder that had slipped halfway, the hot mist above it no longer straightened.

Not long after Xiaozhuang arrived, he didn't know much about the character of the master, so he asked Chen Yuanyuan worriedly in a low voice: "How did this make Tianzun angry? Why did he disappear suddenly, and he didn't even enjoy the altar."

La Aunt Su Ma was also extremely worried, she supported Xiao Zhuang and said, "There shouldn't be any problems, right?"

Qingyang was not afraid at all: "Master Zu, please enjoy the offering first, it will become soft after a long time!"

After getting along for such a long time, Qingyang has been able to fully understand the mentality of the master!He must have acted too impatiently just now, so he was a little embarrassed after realizing it, and then suddenly pretended to be dead.

Qingyang boasted in his heart that his master was cute and real, and at the same time skillfully walked down the steps: "You just inspected this golden body, is there any problem? If there is no need to repair, I will fix it tomorrow, please Official seance."

He had already calculated that tomorrow would be an auspicious day, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a hurry these days, he would have to finish the little golden body tonight.

"..." The main hall was quiet for a moment, and then the hot mist on the hot and sour powder started to straighten up again. It was obvious that the master had regained the lost face and felt that it was completely possible to continue.

As he was eating, the master thought of something again, and he lightly lit the cigarette for the incense on Table Mountain, meaning it's alright, I agree with this matter.

Qingyang: "..."

Sigh, did the master grow up eating cute food?Qingyang suppressed his desire to be disrespectful, and walked out of the hall cheerfully.

"Count the money, come and show me the account." Qingyang has been busy sculpting his little golden body for the past few days, and has no time to take care of the accounts of the two restaurants and poetry collections, "Come, come, light less candles, we With the mantra blue light..."

Xiaozhuang couldn't help but take a look at Qingyang, and then took out the ledger: "As Xiaodong's family expected, the reopening of Chunsheng Restaurant has not affected the business of Qingfu Restaurant at all, but because of Chunsheng Restaurant... "As for the old man, his memory is poor. Xiao Zhuang thought about it hard, "table turnover rate, is this the word? Because the table turnover rate of Chunsheng Restaurant is low, so guests who want to experience cyberpunk can't be ranked. , or those who are waiting, often dine at Chunsheng Restaurant. Yuanyuan searched around, and in order to kill the waiting time at Chunsheng Restaurant, the whole street has benefited."

"But," Chen Yuanyuan rushed to say, "this doesn't mean that Chunsheng Restaurant makes less money! The guests spent much more money in cyberpunk than ordinary banquets, and many of them were all in one breath. I bought a lot of 'appearances', but the list you gave me is too long, and each accessory has a different color... I haven't met anyone who can collect all the appearances!"

Chen Yuanyuan paused for a moment, and then said the key point: "—For example, me."

Qingyang: "Sister, really? You still want to collect all the appearances? Why don't you buy a suit first, and then—"

Chen Yuanyuan showed pain, entanglement, reluctance and other emotions on his face, and finally he said ruthlessly: "Then the boss will give me a complete set of appearance?"

Qingyang: "——then you will know the happiness of krypton gold."

"..." Chen Yuanyuan burst into tears on the spot. It is impossible to squeeze wool from the boss, he will just pick up the scissors and squeeze you.

"..." Xiao Zhuang didn't know how to answer this crooked topic, so he had to force it, "There are also some restaurants that sent spies to imitate them, but they are all so poor that they are not worth worrying about. But because of Chunsheng Restaurant The rate of changing tables is low, and the number of people that can be accommodated at one time is too small, many customers have requested to replace the other half of the restaurant, and it is better to open more branches.”

You know, those purchased skins can only see the effect when they enter the restaurant. If you buy all the skins, isn’t it a scam if you don’t allow them to enter the store?

Those who can buy skins in large quantities are mostly rich businessmen with good money. Xiaozhuang has received many invitations these days, asking if Chunsheng Restaurant is half out of money after being refurbished, they can definitely invest money, and even become a cooperation Partner, open a branch together.

Xiaozhuang took a look at Chen Yuanyuan, this little girl usually likes to run around, she must have told Qingyang about these things.As a great-grandmother, Xiao Zhuang still has some selfish intentions. He hopes that even if it is to open a branch and engage in cooperation, Xiaodong's family can continue to cooperate with Yinzhen.

Xiaozhuang was full of thoughts and worries, Qingyang slapped his thigh: "I'm so energetic after talking about this, it's finally here! Squeeze... the time to make a lot of money!"

Crowd: "..."

The word 抝 has popped out, but there is no need to cover it up, no one knows what kind of person you are.

Qingyang coughed: "Where's Mastiff? I'll write a letter right away, and when the time comes, I will send over the accounts for the past few days, as well as the dividends that His Royal Highness deserves, and ask him if he would like to open more branches. Open it again this time, but it will be fifty-five points."

The reason for this concession is because Qingyang doesn't want to spend too much energy on running mundane affairs.If he wants to open a branch in the future, he will only provide technical support, and leave the rest to Yinzhen to take care of, and he will just wait for the dividends.

"Well, speaking of which, where is Mastiff?" Qingyang looked around suspiciously, stomped in the vegetable garden, and searched in the latrine, "Why haven't you come back so late today?"

Since Qingyang made the decision to let Oboi practice Yin soldiers seriously, Qingyang no longer restricts Oboi to let him go out of the temple. Anyway, there is a ghost contract, and Oboi can't make any tricks.

Qingyang felt it carefully through the ghost deed, and Oboi didn't go far, just in the narrow alley: "Why, Yuanyuan, are you picking up mastiff incense again? He refuses to go home."

Chen Yuanyuan said in grief and indignation: "The incense is shared by the old lady, I don't have a chance to pick him up now."

This is strange.Qingyang put on some clothes, followed the ghost deed all the way to search, and finally found Oboi at the gate of the temple of the old man Zhang, that is, Jueming and Juexin, who had not yet been established.

Aobai was floating above the doorway, his big, alert eyes squinting like copper bells, condescendingly staring down at the rarely sober old man in the courtyard who was teasing the dog.

Jueming and Juexin are so poor that they have no money to build a temple, and they don’t know where they stole the two dogs. They have bushy hair and beards, and they are extremely energetic. They should be two Tibetan mastiffs.One of them was more naughty, or more psychic, and ran out of the door, staring up at Oboi.

Mr. Zhang was sitting on the rattan chair, clapping his hands at the Tibetan mastiff outside: "Wangcai, Wangcai is here, come home, go home and eat cakes."

Qingyang: "...!"

"..." Aobai flew up inch by inch, gradually swelled up, just like the Tibetan mastiff on the ground, he turned his head ferociously, and saw the person who wanted to beat him the most standing behind him, grinning his teeth and roaring, he flew over , with grief and indignation, "You fucking stinky Taoist...! Say it! Say it! You usually call me 'Ao'er', which one is it, which one is it!!"

The Tibetan Mastiff who had been staring at Oboi was taken aback by Oboi, and immediately arched his body, bared his teeth, and made a threatening voice, just like Oboi at this time: "Wow! Wow, woof, woof!"

Aobai pointed sharply: "Tell me, is it this mastiff!!"

Qingyang: "..."

The hateful smelly monk, who has no money to pay off his debts, has money to raise a dog...!Definitely hid private money!

Hearing the noise, Jue Ming hurriedly pushed the door and came out: "Shh, don't make trouble." He finished drinking the Tibetan mastiff before coming out, looking suspiciously at Qing Yang, who was wrapped around his neck by Oboi, with resentful eyes, "...what, What’s the matter, is it the evil spirit’s backlash? Do you want me to help you?”

Qingyang said quietly: "It was the bald man who hid money and killed me."

Qingyang rushed out with Oboi hanging around his neck, and wrapped his arms around the old monk's neck like a nesting doll: "Tell me, tell me, where did you get the money to buy a dog, this dog is so shiny for you?" Hua, have you secretly hidden money behind my back!"

Jueming turned pale in shock: "No, little friend! These were brought back by Jue Xin before. They were originally two tomb-suppressing beasts, but now they are used as watchdogs..."

Qingyang: "..."

Jue Xin has also learned, what a sheep.

Obai was still excited: "Say it, tell it! Don't pester that old monk, explain it to me clearly!"

While awake, Uncle Zhang just wanted to pet the dog: "..."

Uncle Zhang got up slowly, hugged the remaining obedient tomb guard beast, and moved back into his room step by step: "It's so messy, so messy..."

It's too scary, don't you even pick a broken sleeve now?One is an old monk, and the other looks like a Tibetan mastiff. I wouldn't be too dangerous, right... Uncle Zhang retreated to the bed, and wrapped the quilt tightly around his weak and helpless self.

The nature of taking nicknames is still very bad, Qingyang made a deep self-criticism in front of Aobai: "I promise, every word I call Aoer in the future will be as normal and pure as Ronger."

Aobai said cleverly and vigilantly: "Then how can I tell the difference? Unless you don't call me Ao'er in the future! You call the two women Xiaozhuang and Lagu Su Ma, that's not how you call them."

One is the old lady and the other is the aunt.Although it sounded inferior at first glance, Xiao Zhuang and Lagu Su Ma didn't care, and everything was better than Mastiff! !

Qingyang: "? Then I will call you goodbye?"

Obai: "..." He pondered carefully and said decisively, "Okay! That's all."

Qingyang yawned, turned and went back to the room: "Okay, then bye, bye."

Obai: "...?"

"Why did you call the old man's name twice, the last sentence was wrong, you really didn't go to a private school." Aobai muttered and didn't forget to blackmail Qingyang, and floated back to the screen wall to rest.

As soon as the lights in the squatter room were dimmed, the small Taoist temple, but full of ghosts and ghosts, gradually fell into a quiet once a day and only once a day.

"Doo-doo-doo!"

Qingyang jumped up from the bed suddenly: "...? Who is knocking on the door at night."

He really wanted to pretend he didn't hear it, but what if someone was harassed by evil spirits?It was quite hasty.

Qingyang put on his clothes in a hurry, held up the candle to open the door: "Master bless you, master bless you, don't be a gourd baby—"

The door opened.

Qingyang: "..."

The prince's eyes lit up: "Master!"

Qingyang: "..."

Master is also asleep, why not bless me.

He forced a smile on his face: "So it's His Royal Highness, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I'm here to deliver a letter. I'll send you something along the way." The prince opened the box at his feet, lifted the lid, and revealed a plump, chubby, very cute, shiny golden thing.

Qingyang's smile suddenly became real: "Oh, please come in quickly!"

The master didn't sleep, he has been protecting me all the time!Look at this ingot of gold ingots, how beautiful, how beautiful.

The prince dismissed the guards who wanted to follow, and walked in with the box in his hands: "Gold is not important, what is important is the letter. If there is a disaster in the hands of other people, I will send it alone."

"..." Qingyang's smile gradually disappeared.

The prince was about to continue, Qingyang: "Wait a minute."

Qingyang asked blankly: "Does the content of this letter involve your family affairs? For example, causing a quarrel between father and son and brothers?"

"..." The prince thought for a while, if Huang Ama found out about his desire to cultivate immortality, he would definitely turn his back on him, and without him around, the brothers would definitely fight more unscrupulously.

So he nodded honestly: "Yes."

Qingyang: "Okay, wait a moment."

Under the suspicious eyes of the prince, Qingyang turned and went back to the house, and stuffed the bill that had been settled for several days because it was too difficult to let go, and stuffed it into the prince's arms.

"Please settle the matter first. I paid for the family mediation for you before." Qingyang emphatically emphasized every word with strong resentment, "I am a Taoist priest, family mediation, that is another price."

The arrival of the prince completely deprived Qingfu Temple of the peace that was once a day and only once a day.

The ghosts and gods are all excited to join in the fun, anyway, they are different from Qingyang, and they don't really need to rest.

The prince didn't know that he was surrounded by ghosts and gods, including Xiaozhuang and Lagu Su Ma. After opening the letter and forcing it to Qingyang, he said: "I quit, I plan to become a Taoist priest. Cultivate immortals with you."

Xiao Zhuang and Aunt Su Ma, who were still full of kindness, said, "...?!?!?"

Qingyang also: "?!?!?"

The gazes of Xiao Zhuang and La Aunt Su Ma were like knives piercing Qing Yang's back instantly, Qing Yang resisted and quickly scanned the letter: "—Your thinking is very wrong! We cultivators, let us forget what we want. , being weak and not fighting, what you cultivate is meditation, and what you cultivate is the highest kindness like water, how can you come up and say that you want to be everyone's father?"

The prince thought about it for a while: "You can be excluded from among the people."

Qingyang: "..."

This is not a matter of family mediation anymore, Qingyang reluctantly pushed the hundred taels of gold back to the prince: "I said it before, I don't accept living people. Take Shu Xiu away!"

The prince looked down, but he didn't lie: "This is not Shuxiu, this is a reward from the sage. Originally, he asked Gu to bring a Xuanzhi eunuch, but Gu was annoying, so he didn't bring it. Speaking of this, Gu is really I forgot, you have to send Shuxiu as a teacher to enter the school, but I can't imagine for a moment, with Qingyang's ability, how much Shuxiu you need to be worthy of you—"

"?!" Qingyang quickly interrupted, "I haven't agreed yet!"

This is too scary. In the past, it was just a matter of the gourd baby jumping in front of his eyes from time to time, but now I start to think about growing in his eyes, can it still be okay?

Qingyang looked at Xiaozhuang and Lagu Su Ma with even more condemning eyes. He seriously suspected that this situation was caused by Huluteng's insistence on contemplation!

The prince didn't seem to hear: "Gudu—I've already thought about it. Cultivating immortals is much better than being an emperor. Not to mention, a person can live up to a hundred years, but becoming an immortal can live the same life as the world. Being a prince, being a prince The emperor still has to be checked and balanced by his courtiers and common people. Wouldn’t it be free for me to be a free and unrestrained fairy? At that time, I will live longer than my emperor Ama, be stronger than him, and have more money than him. begging me-"

Damn, it's so cool to think about it! ! !When Yinfeng said this, he couldn't help but slammed down the table heavily.

Qingyang was startled by Yinrong, the child must have been driven mad, Qingyang said weakly: "It's useless if you think about it, that, don't accept living people..."

"Qingyang, aren't you a living person?" Yinfeng regained his composure, "If the Taoist temple wants to continue, you will have to find an apprentice sooner or later, otherwise who will be the next temple master?"

Among Taoist sects, for the Taoist priest with the highest status in the temple, the Quanzhen sect is called the abbot, and the Zheng sect is called the abbot. Yinfeng doesn't know what sect and sect Qingyang is, so he can only use the nondescript title of "Guanzhu".

Yinfeng stood up resolutely, with a firm voice: "I would like to worship Master Qingyang as my teacher!"

Qingyang: "..."

Is it my illusion?I always feel that what he means by this sentence is: I will definitely be the next temple master?

...You have great ambitions, and your emotions are aimed at overthrowing me!