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

Poor Nalan Rongruo, a very elegant ghost, when did he encounter hooligans like Chen Yuanyuan and Aobai, under the entanglement of the two ghosts, he had no choice but to express against his will: It is definitely not disgusting, and I am very happy to be able to live with everyone.

Qingyang looked at Nalan Rongruo sympathetically, and suddenly said: "...!"

Yes!It is said that far away is fragrant and near is stinky. Isn't the present prince the same as Rong'er in the past?If this is agreed, the prince will come to the Taoist temple to experience the "cleanness" for a few days, will he be like Rong'er, and he will withdraw from his heart?

This is not acceptable.Qingyang pressed the thought that he was ready to agree, and planned to test it one last time: "...how long do you three want to maintain this posture?"

Although Nalan Rongruo has already stated that he will not move away, Chen Yuanyuan and Aobai still did not let him go, and insisted that he tell the reason why he wants to move away since he does not dislike it.The three ghosts twisted together like knots, firmly blocking the door of the hut.

Silently, Qingyang stepped forward and tore off the two plasters from Nalan Rongruo's body: "It's almost ready. I'm going into the house to write letters."

"Thank you, my boss..." Nalan Rongruo, like a girl from a good family who was bullied by a bully, cast a grateful and tearful look at Qingyang who rescued him.

Qingyang shook his head and walked into the room.He plans to tell the prince that he can experience it for a month within this year.After all, if he remembered correctly, according to the history he saw in the original world, in May next year, Suo'etu would be labeled "the number one sinner in the world" by Kangxi for helping the prince form a clique for personal gain, and be imprisoned in the clan's mansion.

Luo Hu followed Qingyang vigilantly: "What letter are you writing? Who are you writing to? Do you want to promise that prince?!" His voice became higher and higher, and finally he said angrily, "I won't allow it!!"

"..." Qingyang seriously suspected that the reason why Mo Zu didn't agree was to sleep in the same room, "It's okay, it just happens that our view is quite crowded, I'm going to build a small second floor."

Just such a sentence, until Qingyang sat down at the table with a pen and ink, Luo Hu said: "...Huh?"

It's interesting, let's talk about it in detail.Mozu's face moved closer.

Qingyang: "..."

Is this really the reason?

Qingyang coughed softly: "I have saved a lot of money in Guanli. I am going to invite craftsmen to raise the main hall by a foot. The main house, huts, and ancestral hall in the west courtyard will all be added with a floor. I won't talk about the main house. , where you live. I plan to turn the first floor of the dormitory into a dormitory for disciples and a place for consultations, so that it is convenient for disciples to come out to help at any time. I live upstairs. The addition of a floor to the ancestral hall is in consideration of the male and female ghosts mentioned by Yuanyuan. separate……"

"I don't need to live separately, I just want to be safe!" Xiao Zhuang poked his head in through the window, apparently sensing something was wrong, and came to inquire, and found that Qing Yang's attitude had softened, "Little boss, you are the most sensible , you also witnessed the conflict between me and Fulin, an unfilial son, how could you agree?"

Jue Xin was also standing at the window, and originally wanted to agree, but was choked by Xiao Zhuang's words: "..."

Qingyang is not someone who will be swayed by a few words. He also thought about this matter for a long time, and waved his hand at this moment: "Needless to say, how can your situation be compared?"

Without waiting for Xiaozhuang to say more, Qingyang put down his pen and said earnestly: "You are Fulin's mother, you only have this one son, and you suffer from childbirth. Of course, hold Fulin in your hand for fear of falling, and hold Fulin in your mouth for fear of melting. Yes. But the crown prince is not like this to the sage. How many concubines and children does the sage have? The prince is just one of them."

"..." Xiaozhuang didn't expect Qingyang to talk to her from this angle.

Qingyang: "You do everything you can to make your son more and more popular, but the Holy Majesty is not the same. You and Jue Xin, it is Jue Xin who is sorry for you, the Holy Majesty and the prince, but not necessarily the prince who is sorry for the Holy Majesty. Just me What I met, the prince has suffered twice in the place of his father. Do you know how Baibai is contemplated? Why did the prince suffer from migraines since he was a child?"

Qingyang told Xiaozhuang about Obai and Wei Zhongxian, and finally said: "There are many capable princes, but there is only one Baocheng. I don't worry that the world will be chaotic without Baocheng, I only worry about forcing Baocheng to stay in Beijing What will happen to his future."

Once Qingyang made a decision, no one could shake it. On the same day, he wrote the idea of ​​the experience into a letter and asked Aobai to send it out.

Xiao Zhuang and Jue Xin remained silent for several days, but in the end it was Jue Xin who compromised first.I don't know what Jue Ming said to him, but the next day Jue Xin came to offer incense to Xiao Zhuang with even more bitterness than before, the two closed the door for a meeting, and Xiao Zhuang also compromised.

"I've heard it all," Chen Yuanyuan liked to chase after such conflicts, and said to the ghosts enthusiastically, "It's Jue Xin enlightened by the old monk Jue Ming, saying that he has a blind eye, whether it's because his heart is not pure. Jue Xin pinched his fingers and counted the fate of our little temple master, oh, what a tragedy!"

"Oh——" the ghosts ate melons, and asked unevenly, "How miserable? Tell me more specifically."

Chen Yuanyuan: "...Okay! I didn't hear the details clearly, and I was kicked out halfway. But I can tell a thing or two just by the attitude of the old lady."

"What little temple master?" Qingyang went out after seeing off the last pilgrim, and came back with the letter from the prince that Oboi spared no time to send. After entering the temple, he heard the ghosts chatting and gossiping, "You haven't formally started yet, you just go Called? Can't wait to send me to the ascension!"

All the ghosts faltered immediately: "Wrong, wrong, stop shouting."

Qingyangxu pointed to this group of ghosts who love to join in the fun: "The name is also wrong, what is the master of the temple? Just to let you know that in our sect, the master of the Taoist temple should be called the abbot."

"???" The ghosts were at a loss, "Isn't the abbot the name of the Monk Temple?"

Luo Hu actually showed a surprised expression on the side.

"..." Qingyang was speechless, "Don't you all know? Long before Buddhism came from the west, Taoism had the saying of abbot! Now the two largest sects of Taoism, the highest leader of Zhengyi Taoist temple is called abbot, The Quanzhen sect is called Fangzhang. This abbot is taken from the square inch of the heart, and the abbot of Tianxin has its sources in "Zhuangzi", "Da Dai Li Ji", and "San Cheng Ji Yao."

"What," after Luo Hu heard this, not only did he not show an expression of sudden realization like the ghosts, but he was extremely nervous, "Didn't you say that you are not from the Quanzhen sect."

Zhao Gongming smacked his lips dryly at the side, fully understanding Luo Hu's worries: Quanzhen sects are not allowed to get married, and Taoist priests basically live as restrained as monks, so what should he do?

"That's right!" Qingyang opened his eyes wide, "I didn't say that this abbot of mine is that abbot! Our sect's 'abbot' is the name given by my master. He once traveled across the ocean and lived on several fairy islands. Among them One is called 'Abbot', and the Dan Room where he lives on the island is also called 'Abbot'."

"...?" Zhang Yuanbo's expression suddenly changed slightly, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch Liu Yuanda, met the other's confused eyes, he hesitated to speak for a while, and finally he did not speak, but his expression was somewhat cautious.

Qingyang lowered his head and opened the letter: "Look at what the prince said——"

All the ghosts were at Prince Bagua just now, and now they all came together: "Wow, so positive, our abbot just said that he would experience it this year, and he has already thought about the plan."

It was rare for Xiaozhuang to stay in the temple, and he was not in the mood to look outside for several days: "How do you say?"

"...He said he could pretend to be sick." Qingyang twitched the corner of his mouth, "When the time comes, I will bring it to the Taoist temple for recuperation with the Holy One. If the Holy Majesty refuses, he will say that this is an opportunity to win me over."

...It's so miserable, Kangxi.My son can't wait to be a double agent...

Qingyang didn't chat for long, after handing the letter to the old lady, he went to direct the Yin soldiers to repair the Taoist temple.

He wanted to hire craftsmen before, but Sonny came to tell him that now the Yin soldiers under his command have expanded from Qinhuai to Kaifeng, and there are some skilled craftsmen among them.

The Yin soldiers did things much faster than the craftsmen. Everyone imitated Mr. Shen. One ghost held an incense stick in his mouth and smoked it while doing it, looking quite chic.Although it only took a few days, the renovation of the main hall and ancestral hall has been completed, and the main house and squatters in the west courtyard are being renovated now.

"What's so good about the whitewashed walls?" Luo Hu huddled on the second floor of the hut to criticize. "My ashram 33 days away was built with nebula. I'll tear it down and send it over later..."

"!!" Qingyang said quickly, "Then there is no need."

Luo Hu's eyes were picky: "It must be, it must be. Also, what is there to do with a beam here, and there is no shortage of load-bearing. After chopping and chopping, you can put things back."

Qingyang: "...?"

Qingyang couldn't help but said: "Mazu, your main house is also being repaired, why don't you go and have a look?"

"What are you doing, you still want to drive me away?" Luo Hu glanced over, quite majestic.

"..." Qingyang couldn't say anything else, so he walked over and gestured at the beams and pillars in the corner in bewilderment. He really couldn't figure out what things could be placed here.His hut has always been very simple, no matter how big it is, it is a three-piece suit: bed, futon, and candles, so what exactly is the demon ancestor talking about?

Qingyang gestured again, always feeling familiar with the size and feel of the hand, subconsciously looked towards the direction of the main hall:...it couldn't be that toy box, could it? ?

Luo Hu had already turned around, and continued to command the Yin soldiers: "Come here a few people, build a cabinet here, and build a small high platform here..."

Qingyang: "????"

He looked left and right: Isn't this my hut? ?

Luo Hu: "There's no need to make another bed, just bring the bed from my main house—"

"Wait!" Qingyang had to stop, "Bring your own bed, where do you sleep?"

"Here." Luo Hu took it for granted, "When the time comes, this high platform will put futons for you, and I can sit quietly. My bed is big, and I can't sleep two... huh!"

Seeing that the eyes of the Yin soldiers around him were not right, Qingyang rushed forward with a red face, just caught Luo Hu's back, and covered the mouth of the Demon Ancestor: "No! No."

Boss Luo Hu was not happy: "Why? You don't want me to put you to sleep? Then why are you being coquettish?" He said, shaking the little Taoist priest hanging behind his back.

Qingyang: "..."

Am I being coquettish? ? ?It's just that I'm too short.

The two were in a stalemate when they heard old master Shen yelling vaguely from below: "Little master——the monk is making trouble again."

"Grandpa, Qingyang Daoist Priest and this old monk are friends of Wangnian..." Jue Ming's voice also babbled, "Can you not have such a strong family opinion? What do you mean by 'making trouble with a monk again'? "

Shen Wansan held the incense stick in his mouth, with disgust in his eyes: "Oh, didn't you come to borrow money?"

Hearing this, Qingyang couldn't help poking his head from the window on the second floor: "No way, haven't you learned enough from the previous lesson?"

"Misunderstood," Jue Ming forcefully showed an aggrieved expression on his wrinkled face, "I didn't want it!"

"Look, look." As soon as Shen Wansan heard Jueming's words, he knew that he was here to borrow money again, "Is it a monk disaster?"

Qingyang earnestly said: "I've said it all, there must be a plan to spend money. The Buddha has a spirit, and he will not blame you for not buying all the sets of offering utensils... Where is the sense of urgency?"

"No..." Jue Ming said dully, "I didn't buy the sacrificial vessel. The old monk and Jue Xin wanted to gild the idol. We had agreed on the price and paid the silver. I didn't expect the craftsman to do half of it and said that he would pay more." ..."

Jue Ming was full of distress: "I can't give up half of it, but the money left by the old monk and Jue Xin is far from the price they raised."

"Huh?" Shen Wansan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "This is not bullying the monk to be honest."

Jue Ming: "...you know it, but they always verbally bully the old monk and junior brother."

Shen Wansan is not Chen Yuanyuan, facing the monk's thorns calmly: "This is to train you."

"Okay, okay," Qingyang Heixian went downstairs, "I'll go and have a look."

Luo Hu didn't follow right away, and took the opportunity to quickly move the bed from the main room in the west courtyard.

The Yin soldiers who are tearing down the decorative pillars: "..."

Luo Hu didn't change his face, and went downstairs as if nothing had happened, facing the eyes of the Yin soldiers: "I'm going too."

Qingyang didn't know that there was an extra Demon Ancestor's bed in his hut out of thin air. Seeing that Luo Hu followed, he didn't say anything, and just called Chen Yuanyuan to go to Baxiang Temple alone.

On Jueming Road, he was talking long and hard about how he and his junior brother saved money. Originally, the remaining money was planned to buy some clothes for Mr. Zhang, which was more than enough.

Qingyang went to the place and took a look: "...Is this gold-plated?"

A few men dressed as craftsmen domineeringly occupied the yard of Baxiang Temple, and there were several earthen pots with golden paint at their feet.

Chen Yuanyuan whispered in Jueming's ear gloatingly: "Smelly Monk, asking you to save me all the time is called retaliation. You have been cheated! There is no gold in this paint."

Jue Xin had once been an emperor at any rate, so he naturally recognized the scam, but he and Jue Ming practiced the way of doing good and not evil, facing this group of liars who have no cultivation, they just blindly reasoned.

Qingyang's teeth were sore from watching: "——Yuanyuan, come on!"

Chen Yuanyuan laughed crisply and rushed out impatiently.

How long has she not had a chance to make a move after she has been tidying up and down from the Qingfu restaurant?Every time Qingyang went out, he only took Oboi without her, and Chen Yuanyuan held back for a long time, trying to use all kinds of newly developed tricks on these crooks in different ways.

Amidst the screams and cries of the crooks, Luo Hu's eyes stared straight: "..."

Not to pity the liar, he is in Baxiang Temple, his heart is still on the second floor of the squatter, trying to think about what else he can stuff in.

Qingyang put his hips on his hips and said to Juexin: "Aren't you pretty good at pulling the fourth elder brother and the prince into dreams before? Why didn't you strike hard this time?"

Juexin clasped his hands together: "Drawing the fourth elder brother into a dream is to get rid of evil spirits for him, and pulling the crown prince into a dream is for the common people. But these craftsmen are just ordinary people, heavy... heavy punching is a bit too much. It is contrary to what the two of us have cultivated. road."

"??" Qingyang wondered, "Where is the self-defense? If you are like this, will a gangster rush in with a knife in the future, and you will also reason with him?"

Qingyang felt that the two monks narrowed the road, and the heavy blows were not necessarily a bad thing, maybe they could turn these craftsmen back to the right?

The head craftsman who was fascinated by the side let out a long sobbing sound: "Woooo, please don't protect me..."

Everyone's attention was drawn away by the craftsmen, and Chen Yuanyuan's Taoist robe flying in the air gradually returned to calm, apparently ending the illusion.

The craftsmen were so frightened that they were crying, their eyes were opened, their legs were still too weak to stand up, so they simply knelt down and kowtowed to Jue Ming and Jue Xin, who clasped their hands together:

"Woo! I know I was wrong, I shouldn't lie to the Buddha!"

"Master, please tell the Buddha, the Buddha is merciful, can you not abandon me? Just now a particularly terrifying female ghost came to pester me! She also said that the Buddha will not protect me... Woohoo, the Buddha will not be like that Cruel, right?"

"I... I know I was wrong. I am willing to pay my brother's own money to gilt all the Buddha statues and Bodhisattva statues for your temple. This time it is true..."

"Do you see?" Chen Yuanyuan was extremely proud, and her yin energy was also very measured, which only made the craftsman have hallucinations, but did not open her eyes. "It doesn't work to reason, but fists are useful."

Seeing that the two monks were not enlightened, Qingyang couldn't help sighing: "Why don't you give it a try and ask Venerable Huxi to distract you?"

The monk Youtan from last time left quite a deep impression on Qingyang. I feel that he is the kind of person who likes to strike hard... Maybe he can help the two monks broaden their way.

Thinking of this, Qingyang couldn't help scratching his head: Am I not a Taoist priest?Why are you here to worry about how the monk will be enlightened? ?

Jueming said embarrassedly: "No way...our temple is too small, how can it accommodate His Holiness?"

"What venerable?" Luo Hu just got back from the second floor when he heard Jue Ming's words, and immediately said in displeasure, "At the beginning, Qingfu temple only entered and exited once, and this deity didn't think it was small. Why, he A mere venerable, how dare you think it's too small?"

The more Luo Hu talked, the more unhappy he became. He lifted the corner of his robe, sat directly on the stone bench, and knocked on the table to urge: "Please! Please now. I want to see, can the Venerable Huxi be more particular than this deity?"

"Amitabha..." Jueming recited a Daoist name, and looked at the Demon Ancestor blushingly. With a bit of guilt for being sorry for the Master Youtan, he recited "The Precious Mirror of the Master Utan Purdue of the Yuanhu River", please His Holiness is distracted.

Western Paradise.

You Tan was playing chess with Dragon Subduing Arhat, when he heard a familiar voice asking God, he frowned instinctively: "Why is it this person again?"

"What are you doing, don't want to regret the game!" Jianglong Luohan grabbed the cattail leaf fan, stared at the chess pieces, and his whole body was about to fall on the chessboard.

"I'm about to win, what are you doing regretting chess?" Youtan straightened his pure white monk's robe and sat down dignifiedly, "Do you still remember the brilliant monk I mentioned last time?"

Jianglong Arhat couldn't help raising his head: "The one who hangs out with the Taoist priests and uses the Demon Ancestor as an arrow? Why, he invites you again? What are you afraid of? It's impossible for the Demon Ancestor to be here again, right?"

"..." Youtan listened to "The Demon Ancestor said, if you don't come, you will be more particular than him" from the other side, his smile gradually twisted, and the chessboard held by his hand broke into two halves with a click .

Yes, here again.I also saw a ghost, and it was the first time I met a Buddhist disciple and a Taoist disciple as a backer.

Stretching out his hand, he beckoned Folong who was hiding far away because he was afraid of Jianglong Arhat, Youtan shook his sleeves and left.

In the Baxiang Temple, Jue Ming opened his eyes nervously after reading the scriptures. Not long after he felt uneasy, a familiar white figure came from the west riding a dragon.

Both Jue Ming and Jue Xin were overjoyed: "I have met the Venerable!"

Utan: "...hehe."

Qingyang has already rushed over to suck the dragon, probably it will be well raised in the west, and the Buddha dragon is much bigger than before, the Baxiang Temple is far from enough for it to show itself. The cocked tail flicked happily in the air.

Luo Hu who was sitting still sneered just now: "???"

He almost jumped up from the stone bench, stretched out his hand and tore apart a man and a dragon, and said angrily with a dark face: "What are you doing?! What's so good about this dragon! It's worth hugging and hugging when you come up? It's not as cute as a cat." Dog, it is said that it is not as powerful as Honglian."

Furlong's black bean eyes were full of grievance.

Qingyang's heart melted: "Oh, it's very cute——yes, it's okay."

Luo Hu's expression was too scary, and Qing Yang felt that if he praised him again, he might make a cramp like Nezha at any time.

"This, this, the venerable also invited here, then we will go back..." Qingyang hugged Luohu's arm tightly, for fear that he would rush up, "Our Taoist temple is in the same alley as the Baxiang Temple, and the venerable occasionally You can also come and sit in our temple."

Luo Hu looked at Folong with threatening eyes, this long worm was really an eyesore, and so did Youtan, just come down by yourself and take some dragon with you.

"Mazu, Mozu, shall we go back and observe?" Qingyang said, raising his hand carefully, tentatively holding Luo Hu's face, and turning his head away...

"..." Luo Hu glanced at the little Taoist priest, and his whole body was almost pressed against his arm. Such an intimate movement, huh, was acting like a baby again.

Luo Hu's thoughts twisted and turned, and he turned from Folong in an instant: I can barely sleep tonight.

Well, fortunately, the big bed was replaced.

While thinking about sleeping, Luo Hu was easily led out of Baxiang Temple by Qingyang, and his expression gradually softened: "Dragon nature is inherently obscene! Next time, don't touch dragons like that again."

Qingyang clicked his tongue, saw Luo Hu's sharp eyes, and hurriedly said, "Oh, I see."

Chen Yuanyuan floated behind the two of them not too far away, holding her face in her hands and worrying silently: Why, why are these two people so close, but no one is enlightened!

The three of them had their own concerns, and walked all the way to the Taoist temple. Just as they were about to enter the door, they heard the unusual voices of ghosts coming from inside:

"Oh--little darling, so cute, and she can also lick her nose."

"Hey, look at this little tail, oops, I think, in our view, this cat is missing!"

"Be careful, eat a little more... It's okay, these are all leftovers from the Demon Ancestor!"

Luo Hu: "???"

Qingyang: "?"

Luo Hu's reaction was much stronger than Qing Yang's, and immediately turned into a cloud of cold black mist and rushed into the temple, his dark eyes stared coldly at the cat surrounded by ghosts——

The cat's fur is orange, its belly is a rare and beautiful pure white, and its four paws are also white. It is lying on the ground with its belly exposed, its belly exposed, and its tail is flicking, enjoying the feeding of Mr. Shen.

Qingyang poked his head in and observed: "What, let me see."

All the ghosts are gathered in the courtyard, gathering to suck cats.Only Lord Wuling stood far away with a strange expression on his face, and Zhao Gongming folded his arms, with an expression of disgust, dissatisfaction, and a little aggrieved.

Qingyang originally wanted to go up and touch the cat, but when he saw Wu Linggong's expression, he hesitated.

"Where did the cat come from?" After arranging the last wave of rehearsal with great difficulty, Oboi finally managed to return to watch. You are allowed to enter—ahhhh!!!”

Luo Hu held a spear horizontally in his hand, and the point of the gun pointed directly at the orange cat on the ground.

The orange cat only had time to let out a terrified cry, and with a "snap", the illusion was broken, revealing a short, fat little old lady with Oboi's hand still on her head.

Obai: "..."

Obai: "..."

Aobai turned his head and ran away: "Hey——"