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

It is said that sickness comes like a mountain fall, and sickness goes like spinning silk.Yinzhen's wind and cold were quite severe this time, and he took half a month's leave.

When he was finally able to return to court, the first thing Yinzhen did when he went down was to go to Yinzhen to thank him: "The imperial physicians all said that I had a severe cold this time. I was able to recuperate peacefully during this period, thanks to the gift from you, my ninth brother." Talisman."

It is no exaggeration to say that Yinzhen felt that he had recovered his life. He had a cold-faced and warm-hearted personality, so he couldn't hold back for a moment, and praised him greatly: "I don't know where you found this kind of brother Ninth Brother." Master, I have not been disturbed by nightmares these days. I slept very well. The imperial doctor came to check my pulse and said it was very unexpected, because my wind and cold were too severe, and I almost developed tuberculosis at one point. Physical strength, this is the only way to turn the crisis into safety."

The more Yinzhen boasted, the more energetic he was, and he didn't even give Yinzhen a chance to answer the question: "Blame me for being stupid! At that time, Brother Ninth Brother, you sent me a talisman, but I didn't realize how special it was. I just took it out to look at it these days, and I just thought it was very extraordinary! The surface of the paper is hard and tough, like cattail grass, the cinnabar is bright, and the vermilion is like a cloud!"

"...?" Yinzhen was caught off guard, why did the fourth elder brother start to recite poems all of a sudden while boasting?After being shocked, it is difficult to point out that it is the cheapest yellow paper and cinnabar bought in bulk...

"Looking at this talisman again, it's even more amazing," Yinzhen was still blowing rainbow farts full of emotion, "Writing the pen and flowing water is like painting the clouds in the sky on paper. I have never seen a talisman that can do both. It is powerful and beautiful to watch. Before taking a nap every day, I take out the talisman and watch it carefully in the sun, and I can get a kind of peace of mind. Dare to look directly for too long..."

Yinzhen: "..."

Is the fourth brother stupid?Also "strange luster", "don't dare to look at it for a long time"... Don't you talk nonsense, who looks at the scarlet letter under the sun at noon, and their eyes are not blurred? ?

Yinzhen: "This talisman is wonderful! Master, it is wonderful!"

"Huh?" The prince was still maintaining his demeanor, and slowly walked out of the hall. When he heard the key word "Master", he strode over in an instant, and when he got close, he heard Yinzhen blowing Qingyang's rainbow fart.

The prince first raised his head proudly with heir consciousness, and then he reacted and gave Lao Jiu a hard look: why is his tone so loose, yet another person discovered the master.

"Standing, why are you walking so fast all of a sudden? What are you doing wrong?" The eldest prince also followed closely, "Ninth brother? What are you talking about with fourth child here?"

The third child followed behind the prince and urged: "Hurry up, I still have errands to do today, and I don't have much time to go to the East Palace to read poems..."

"..." Yinzhen gradually closed his mouth, and stepped back cautiously.

What's going on, he and Xiao Jiu praised the master who had never met before, and the two of them didn't stand and talk for a long time, why did the two parties that fought the most fiercely in the hall gathered.

Yinzhen calmed down completely: "It's just talking about things that don't make it to the stage—"

"How do you talk!" the prince stopped shouting, startling Yinzhen, "Just now I heard you praising the master, thinking you are a person with good eyesight, but you actually said that the master is not on stage?!"

Yinfei also gasped: "How dare you say that?" While speaking, Yinfei looked around expectantly, as if looking for someone, "Do you dare to say it again?"

"...Brother," Yinzhi said whatever he wanted, "don't look at it, and don't guide me. I don't think the God of Wealth is so free. He'll sit here and wait for the court."

The prince took a step forward aggressively: "Tell me, who do you think is not on stage?"

"It's not...I..." Yinzhen was at a loss, completely unaware of why he faced such a situation, "I'm just... and my ninth brother are praising the talisman he invited me..."

Why, do the elder brother and the crown prince all know about this master?

Seeing that it was meaningless to cover up, Yinzhen had no choice but to tell the truth: "This time I was seriously ill, and I was able to survive the catastrophe only with the help of talismans. This master is really capable, and the talismans he draws are different from ordinary talismans!"

Yinzhen observed the expressions of everyone without any trace, thinking how to retreat, but seeing the prince's expression eased, he even smiled at him friendly, and encouraged him: "Go on."

Yinzhen:"…………??"

The prince raised his head and chest proudly, and looked, this is the master that Gu Future wants to worship, and this is the master of Taoism that Gu Future wants to inherit.

Other princes: "...??"

No, the fourth son praises Master, what are you so proud of?

Yinzhen also opened her eyes wide: yes, it should be me, the partner, if you want to be proud, I hired the character, and it didn't cost any money!

"..." Yinzhen said dryly, "Well, actually, it's okay..."

Peek at the way out.

"How can you call it okay?" The prince was dissatisfied immediately, "I heard that you praised it just now, why can't you praise it when you are alone? You praise!"

Yinzhen:"……"

Let's be honest, is the old eight just so anxious and depressed by you?

For Qingyang, sending talismans is a matter of little effort. Hearing what Yinzhen said about Yinzhen's illness seems to be very serious, Qingyang also enthusiastically recommended himself, saying that in addition to talismans, he could also make some ointment for the fourth elder brother, but Yinzhen was euphemistic. reject.

"What kind of tactful refusal? You just don't believe it!" Obai pinched his throat to imitate Yinzhen's words, "'Master can still see a doctor? He has never attended a private school. Didn't he want to put my fourth brother to death for the income view? '"

Qingyang was speechless: "Don't accuse the Ninth Prince, well, he is not stupid, knowing you are squatting next to him, how could he say such a thing."

Obai didn't seem to hear it, and continued to choke his throat: "'By the way, make some money for medicine...'"

Qingyang: "..."

Bye bye, where did you learn this virtue? Obviously, it is normal to be a rough and tough guy just after entering the concept.

Chen Yuanyuan beating Shen Wansan who was trying to grab her incense by the side: "You are good or bad! You are good or bad! Didn't you just say a few words about you before, you have so many incense, and you still want to grab mine!"

Shen Wansan held the incense in his mouth vaguely: "Didn't this go out and finish eating? Just now I sat down and it was easy..."

Qingyang: "..."

Qingyang originally wanted to say, goodbye, if you want to learn, I hope you also learn from the same-sex partners around you, don’t learn from the good and not learn from the bad, just learn from Chen Yuanyuan.But Mr. Shen's old fritters looking for incense doesn't seem to be much better...

Just as he was suffering from a headache, Qingyang felt a chill in the back of his head, and then he began to massage with his shady fingertips along his ear all the way to his temple.

"Hey..." Shu Tan.Qingyang closed his eyes, and immediately didn't want to manage the discipline of this big family.

For this one-handed massage technique, I would like to call "Master" an expert!

After enjoying it for a while, Qingyang felt that the expert's hand was about to leave: "Oh, add another hour!"

"...?" What is "at home", Luo Hu didn't understand what Qingyang meant at all, but the other party grabbed his sleeve and expressed his thoughts very clearly. Thinking of Qingyang's cage-like squatter room, Luo Hu The hand has been self-consciously attached back to Qingyang's temple.

"Hey." Although Qingyang couldn't see Luo Hu, he was able to grab Luo Hu's sleeve and said while rubbing it, "Thank you master, I will add some sweets to you later."

"...!" Luo Hu was still a little annoyed at first, he didn't even bother to shake off Qingyang's claws that were ruining his sleeves, and immediately pressed more vigorously.

There is also such a good thing, so the more you press, the more sweets you can get?Say it earlier.

Luo Hu's service enthusiasm was unprecedentedly high, and after adding an hour, he took the initiative to press back to Qingyang, who wanted to go away, and added another hour.

Qingyang enjoyed it quite a bit until Luo Hu imposed a fifth bell: "..."

Although Luo Hu added one hour is not counted as one hour, but he couldn't bear to add five minutes: "Enough is enough, don't want it!"

The noisy Taoist temple was quiet for a moment: "..."

Qingyang: "..."

Qingyang blushed and hugged his head to break free: "It doesn't mean that, it means that it is already very comfortable, there is no need to continue... Bah!"

"I'm talking about massage! Massage! What's your expression?" Qingyang put down his hands and rolled his eyes, "What are you looking at? Are you full of incense? You can eat bigu in the future, right?"

Shen Wansan panicked: "Don't, my little master, what kind of valley is it?"

The other ghosts also quickly shut their mouths, rushing into Yingbi's own statue to stay there.

It was a pity that Luo Hu failed to increase the clock, but counting the six sweets, it was already very rich, so he quickly took out the rattle and shook it six times in front of Qingyang, his hand was still eagerly hanging beside Qingyang.

It was only then that Qingyang realized why Luo Hu was so active in adding the clock: "..."

Feelings are thinking about pressing one dessert at a time, so you can’t press it deadly, what is he?Potato chip bag?Can you shake it up a bit?

Qingyang was speechless: "Forget it this time, I'll do six ways for you..."

Tsk, there is always a feeling of being cheated.Let's just say, "Master Zu" is so enthusiastic today, there really is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

Luo Hu followed behind Qingyang step by step, watching the little Taoist priest beat his waist and twist his shoulders, looking like he was going to make a big table, he was so happy that he wanted to applaud, and finally stretched out his hand graciously, encouraging Qingyang to squeeze his shoulders , and helped to beat the waist of the little Taoist priest.

Hey, the little Taoist's waist is really thin...

Qingyang: "...Master, if you do this again, I will suspect that you are playing a hooligan..."

…………

Luo Hu exchanged his hard work for a table of desserts.

Because October is no longer the fattest month for crabs, Qingyang only made one crab roe crispy crust, and the rest of the desserts were not in season, but they were all Luo Hu's favorites in the past.Luo Hu impatiently waited for the offering process, so he directly brought all the desserts to the stone table in the courtyard, found a clean stone bench, sat down and ate like ordinary people, and occasionally thought of picking up a piece or two to feed Qingyang, All the ghosts and gods watching were shocked.

When Zhang Shuangying came to Qingyang with Senior Brother Gao, what he saw was a table full of pastries: "Eh? Fellow Daoist Qingyang already knew what I wanted to say when I came here today?"

"Ah?" Qingyang wiped his mouth wonderingly, "What are you talking about, this is my offering."

"Ah!" Zhang Shuangying hastily withdrew his hand that was going to pick up the glutinous rice, with lingering fears in his heart, "I almost offended the gods, I'm sorry, I misunderstood. This time we are here to send invitations to fellow Taoists."

Luo Hu slowly withdrew his Zhuxian Sword...

Zhang Shuangying didn't know that he had just saved his life: "We are both in the Town God's Temple, and every year we take the lead in hosting the local flower festival. At the flower festival, there will be performances such as shuttlecock kicking, archery, and lion dance, and some stalls will serve food. , drinks, etc.”

Brother Gao continued: "Although the Flower Fair is on the [-]th day of the first lunar month, it is still far away from now, but because of the complicated people involved, there are many programs and booths, we started planning three days ago. I don't know Qingyang Road Do you guys have any thoughts on this?"

Temple fairs were initially just incense fairs. After the beginning of spring, believers came to watch temples to offer incense one after another. Later, they gradually developed, adding some entertainment and commercial programs and stalls, and gradually formed flower fairs.

Shen Wansan boldly poked his head out from the screen wall: "Yes, it's great. There are more people who will come to the flower fair than we can get in touch with at ordinary times. My little boss, our Qingfu Restaurant and Chunsheng Restaurant are There is no need for publicity, but our Qingfu Temple, hidden in a narrow alley, really needs publicity!"

Zhang Shuangying nodded again and again: "That's the reason, so Senior Brother Gao and I specifically talked about this matter. Regardless of whether Qingfu Restaurant or Chunsheng Restaurant wants to have a booth, we intend to reserve a booth for you Qingfu Temple alone."

Brother Gao came over and whispered: "That's what I thought. I will set up a fortune-telling banner next to your booth in the future, and I will name it as the City God Temple in our capital. There will definitely be believers who will come to line up the lottery. At that time, I will drain Some believers give it to you, but if it works, there will definitely be repeat customers."

Qingyang nodded movedly: "It's good...but I don't plan to tell fortunes."

"Huh?" Brother Gao was taken aback, wondering, "It's not fate, are you going to have a feast? The stall is not big enough, and the temple fair is noisy and crowded. What if someone destroys the altar under the crowd in the middle of the ceremony?" manage."

"I don't do vegetarian sacrifices either." Qingyang said seriously, "I want to open free clinics and hang pots to help the world!"

Aobai couldn't help poking his head out: This stinky Taoist probably remembered what he said before, and wanted to prove himself.

Zhang Shuangying and Senior Brother Gao also: "..."

Originally, I wanted to help my colleagues, but unexpectedly, my colleagues suddenly changed their careers.

Shen Wansan: "...Little boss, we are promoting the concept of Qingfu, not Qingfu drugstore."

He vaguely revealed a look of distrust, and if nothing else was mentioned, no one would dare to show him his tender face just because of his tender face.

"So what? If someone really comes to see me, it means that he is really desperate. As long as he can help one person." Qingyang said seriously, "It is my master's consistent practice to open free clinics at temple fairs." It is a habit, and it is also the only time every year that he will take the initiative to provide voluntary help. He always tells me that there are always the bleakest people in the busiest time. Set your heart to experience the suffering, extend a helping hand to make the desolate people live up to it, this is what a cultivator should do."

"Ah..." Zhang Shuangying showed a shameful expression, "Master Ling is really noble in morality and profound in thinking. You are right, Senior Brother Gao and I were thinking shallowly, only thinking about how to win the recognition of the world, but forgot that we are People who are outsiders. To save oneself and others, this is what a person who cultivates the Tao should do."

"?" Qingyang frowned, "Don't get me wrong, what my master means is that changing one's fate against the sky is what a cultivator should do."

Zhang Shuangying: "..."

... Let's just say, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.

…………

The night was dark and silent.

The side hall of Qingfu Temple was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, even the only side window was blocked by magic, and the door leading to the hut was sealed tightly, no one could enter or exit.

Five pairs of god's eyes shimmered in this strange darkness that did not belong to humans.

Zhao Gongming: "...I just want to ask how long we will stay in this dark place."

Luo Hu suddenly opened his eyes: "I made you talk?"

"No," Zhao Gongming scratched his head frantically, "You asked us to get together and didn't talk, so I have to ask if you have any orders?"

After the two Taoist priests from the Duchenghuang Temple left, the demon ancestor seemed very abnormal. He didn't eat the last few desserts. He slipped into the side hall with a pocket of his sleeve and said hello, saying that we will meet again at midnight and discuss something. , and ran away without a trace.

This is very strange, since half a year ago, Demon Ancestor has been staying in the Qingfu Temple and never left. He was suddenly absent tonight. What did he do?

"If you don't talk about it, it will be dawn later! Can't Xiao Jingui come out?" Zhao Gongming tried to persuade people... Fumo Zu, "If you have something to say, we will definitely do it."

"..." Luo Hu was strangely silent for a while, then slammed the altar table, "You still have the nerve to ask me! Don't you all reflect on yourself?"

Lord Wuling: "...??"

What to reflect on, they earn money seriously every day, and eat incense quietly, doing a great job!

Looking at each other in dismay, Liu Yuanda keenly heard the rustling of clothes coming from beside him, and it was very loud, obviously someone made it on purpose.

Liu Yuanda: "..."

No way?No way!

Liu Yuanda thought in shock, and tentatively said: "The Spring Festival will be soon, and it is a good time of the year. If Xiao Jingui does a feast for us, it will probably be at that time. But this year, although we have given Little Jingui made a lot of money, but he didn't use it on himself at all, I think, why don't we buy a new cassock for Little Jingui?"

"You have a conscience." Luo Hu almost couldn't wait to answer, threw away his sleeves, and took out a white light from his arms.

Even Zhong Shixiu and Shi Wenye, who had always been silent, couldn't help but gasped.

Back then, when the chaos had not yet opened and Pangu was still in the process of being conceived, there were three thousand demon gods in the world.

At that time, Luo Hu was the best among the three thousand demon gods. Later, when Pangu was born, he picked up the Pangu ax to hunt down the three thousand demon gods and harvest luck for the world he opened up. Only a few survived, and Luo Hu was one of them. The other one who is now famous is Hongjun.

The two were originally immortal rivals, but for some reason they chose to join forces, achieved the holy fruit, shared the township of the road, and rose to 33 days away.Therefore, Hongjun became the ancestor of Dao, in charge of half of the Dao, guarding the pure yang of the world; Luo Hu became the ancestor of the devil, in charge of the other half of the Dao, guarding the pure yin of the world.

The thousand-layered black gauze on Luo Hu's body was transformed from the pure yin of the world, and the white light he just pulled out was obviously a ray of pure yang in the world.

"This, this..." Zhao Gongming was tongue-tied, and for a while, he even had the idea of ​​some demon ancestor setting up a trap to kill Dao ancestor.

"This kid claims to be Sanqing's great-disciple, so he can be regarded as Hongjun's disciple?" Luo Hu said naturally, "I went up to ask him just now, why didn't he even have a meeting gift, and it's not worth it for an outsider like me, Hongjun? So he gave me this thing to send me away."

"..." Zhao Gongming's saliva was about to flow from his eyes, and he thought humbly, I also want to be dismissed by Daozu with "this thing"...

Luo Hu took another ray of pure yin from his sleeve: "Hurry up and get on with that outfit, and when the time comes, embroider these two bunches of pure yin and pure yang on the back of the cassock, so you can be a fish of yin and yang."

Luo Hu pondered for a while, then moved the green cloak on his back to his front, and combed it regretfully: "It's a pity that this thing doesn't shed hair..."

Otherwise, he would just use the wool to find the weaver girl to weave the cassock, which is no better than letting Zhao Gongming and the others find materials.

"..." Zhao Gongming couldn't help but shed sour tears.

Why, his own master, Master Tongtian, never gave him such treatment.

Isn't it more fragrant to kiss?

Compared with the Spring Festival, the first one is the Tianzun Shizu Christmas.

Nalan Rongruo, as a member of the audience, was also preparing to participate in the birthday ceremony. It happened that the celebration ceremony was held the night before Christmas, so after class, the children in the narrow alley followed the audience like farts. .

"Wow... Long time no see, big brother looks even better." Niuniu cupped her face and looked at the purple dress in front of her.

I don't know what kind of material it is made of. The cassock is divided into two layers. The inner layer is made of opaque and strong fabric, and the outer layer is thinner than the purple clouds in the sky. day.

In the past, Niuniu always felt that although the eldest brother looked good in anything, the washed white Taoist robe was quite a drag on his appearance. Now that he changed into such a cloud-like purple cassock, when the wind blew, those wide legs hanging down to the ground The sleeves are rolled up, and it finally matches with the big brother's good looks and flirtatious autobiography!

Qingyang also likes it very much, especially since the cassock was given by the brothers and someone who did not want to reveal his real name, the meaning is even more different.

but……

Today is Yuanshi Shizu's birthday.It was also the day when the bronze statue was officially consecrated.

Qingyang touched the magic robe on his body, which was like clouds and could hardly feel the weight and friction. He felt a little guilty, but he still walked firmly to the altar.

He can enshrine the "master ancestor". Although the main hall of Qingfu Temple is dedicated to the ancestor of the Sanqing, the side hall is not much smaller than the main hall, and statues and tablets can still be added.If the "master" likes desserts and meat dishes, he can keep everything as usual, but he can't accept it, and continue to "misplace offerings" like this.

Sanqing bell rings, gods and ghosts are here.Qingyang focused on praying again and began to pray to the gods, and stepped on Yu steps, this time emphasizing the titles of the masters and ancestors more clearly, without any omission, the bell stopped, and the bronze statue also radiated a blue light , but Qingyang's heart sank.

not coming.

His invitation to gods and birthday celebrations were all cut off, and he didn't hear from the masters at all.

He looked towards the bathroom in the backyard almost subconsciously.

Because he was the only living person in the temple, the bathroom was the only place where his secrets would not be revealed, and all the preparations for the sending-off ceremony were made there.

"--you dare?"

A voice as cold and sharp as gold and spear colliding, full of anger, oppressed and shook Qingyang's soul from top to bottom.

--Oops.

Qingyang only had time to have such a thought, but was washed away by the other party's divine power and majesty following the connection.

The purpose of the fasting ceremony is to create a connection between the mage and the gods, so that the mage can hear the voice of the gods.On the contrary, the mage opened his soul to the gods wholeheartedly, and the gods could naturally see through all the mage's thoughts.

Qingyang only felt like a rabbit in a clock, he was so dizzy that he almost fell on his back, and the next second he fell into a cool, cold embrace, and was carried and fell on the bed in his squatter in a twirl.

Qingyang was dizzy for a while, and finally regained his sight. Wherever he looked, there was a piece of black and white stained by ink.

Apart from black and white, there are almost no other colors on Luo Hu's body. The black and white lines are clearly connected, and even the outline of the shadow seems to have the same sharpness and coldness as his Zhu Xian sword.

His facial features are a kind of sternness that is difficult to praise in words. No matter how freehand and excellent ink painting in the world can draw such perfection, it always makes people feel that any stroke that is light or thick is out of date. But he was born just right.

There was little blood on his face, his skin was like cold jade reflecting the moonlight, his lips were pale, which made his eyes black as abyss, and his facial features were deep.

As if realizing that Qingyang had difficulty concentrating when he scolded through the connection between soul and soul just now, Luo Hu cut off the connection, locked Qingyang's two hands with one hand, and pressed them hard on the pillow to prevent the other party from finding opportunities to seal. Hugging Qingyang's waist, Qiang Jinmingyu's cold and sharp voice was lowered because he suppressed his anger: "How can you? Wear the clothes I gave you and send me away!"