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

It doesn't matter if you don't know where the mastermind is hiding.

Qingyang turned around and called the Duchenghuang Temple and Baxiang Temple. Those Buddhist and Taoist disciples who worked together before are still in contact. They are all invited to form an unprecedentedly huge encirclement circle around Jiangsu and Zhejiang. It’s as simple and rude as that. Inward rolling investigation.

As the scope gradually narrowed, the people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang also felt something was wrong:

"Why do you think there are a lot of monks and Taoists recently?"

"Yeah, almost three steps a monk, five steps a monk. Could it be that there is some kind of dharma meeting between the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism?"

"Nonsense, last time I saw a Taoist priest eating wontons without any money, and the monk lent him copper coins. Hiss...it's the recent weather. It's getting colder and colder, even though the sun is shining brightly, it's still chilly..."

Yinhu's side also got the news naturally, and came over in a broken state: "Master! Didn't you say don't startle the snake??"

"Oh," Qingyang said, "That's right..."

"???" Yinhu recited a hundred times silently in her heart, I won't let it go, and I can't fuel the rumors, "Master, this is not a joke. Do you have any plans, can't you just tell me?"

Qingyang scratched his face for a while: "Do you really want to listen to the truth... I just think you are getting in the way of the soldiers."

Monk Yi Nian and Zhang Nian Er, who organized the uprising, were not practitioners. When they saw the increase of Buddhist and Taoist disciples around them, they only thought it was a good opportunity to expand the team, and they were not as vigilant as they were when they saw soldiers.Only the behind-the-scenes men who lurk in the uprising team and try to cover up their own secrets with the help of man-made disasters will feel afraid. But at this time, Buddhist and Taoist disciples have already laid a net, and the behind-the-scenes men cannot escape at all.

"..." Yinhu said firmly, "That's not okay, this matter is about treason, how can it be left to you, I want to help—ho!"

The hanged ghost who had met once at the temple fair before flew over happily swinging the hanging rope. He took the initiative to join the army of Yin soldiers when he was in Qingyang to save Jiangsu: "Big... Hey, why did this person faint."

"Oh, he said he wanted to help, so I opened a dark eye for him, and I fainted when I saw you." Qingyang had expected that when he was treating Yinhu before, he had never shown the ability to see ghosts, and Yinhu tried again. The talismans used to help sleep are useless, and he is probably an atheist. He called the Yin soldiers, "Send the eighth prince to the temple."

Qingzun's courtyard, where the five generations lived under one roof, is now ready for use.

"Oh, that's right." The hanged ghost rubbed his hands, and because of his excitement, he couldn't help swinging harder, "Master, there is good news."

He still maintained the appearance before his death, with his neck hanging on the rope, and the whole ghost swinging on the swing was very strange, no wonder Yinhu fainted with fright.

The hanged ghost couldn't control himself, and said in a voice that fluctuated from far to near: "General Ao heard news that they found the hiding place of those monks. They were kidnapped by a group of white-clothed monks and trapped in a ruined temple. On Siming Mountain in Zhejiang."

"Monk in white?" Chen Yuanyuan approached for the first time, and turned his face to Jue Ming's yin and yang. It’s always you Buddhist disciples.”

Jueming thought for a while, and said sincerely: "Then maybe we still don't see many girls."

Youtan followed suit and said indifferently: "It's just a borrowed name."

In contrast, people don't borrow the name of Taoist priests, which shows that the prosperity of Buddhism and Taoism in the secular world is declining.

"???" Chen Yuanyuan hadn't been stabbed by the old monk for a long time, and almost forgot the taste of stabbing, "Master!!!!"

Qingyang coughed, and pulled the already impatient Luo Hu's hand: "Get down to business, let's hurry up, don't delay the blooming of the old tree. Xiao Diao, please lead the way, and shrink to the ruined temple with the encirclement. "

…………

Siming Mountain, in a dilapidated temple.

Monk Yi Nian still didn't understand: "What did you just say? Are you going to use us as a bargaining chip to escape from Zhejiang?"

Be sick!Using them as a cover, the Qing people did not immediately send people to encircle the mountain and wipe them out.This brain is so full of water that he wants to use the rebel army as a bargaining chip to threaten the Qing army?

The leading monk Bailian took a look with disdain and contempt, and said, "Ordinary people."

Monk Yi Nian: "? You speak as if you are not vulgar. If you have the ability to say that you don't mess with me, then you will be vulgar."

"..." Monk Bailian choked for a moment, then said angrily, "Gag him!"

This ruined temple used to enshrine Sanqing. A group of monks climbed up the shrine and pushed down the several-meter-high statues to the ground one by one. On the shrine, there are the old mother without life, the lamp Buddha, Sakyamuni Buddha, and Maitreya Buddha.The other monks also rushed to worship, showing admiration.

"..." Monk Yi Nian's eyes couldn't help revealing more disdain than the suzerain.I think the temple he entered back then was not very big, but at least there were still Buddha statues, unlike this group of poor ghosts from the White Lotus Sect, who felt that they were great for offering a memorial tablet.

While expressing contempt with their eyes, Monk Yi Nian and the others felt a chill all over their bodies, like ice water running through their bodies from the top of their heads, and then the world in front of them changed drastically.

The clear sky turned dark instantly, ghosts haunted by resentment, and death appeared in front of their eyes in different ways.

Seeing the fear on Monk Yi Nian's face, the suzerain said happily, "The frog at the bottom of the well has never seen the reality of this world. I want you to know that what I am fighting against is not an earthly emperor, but a higher existence—"

"boom--"

The eaves on the roof of the temple were trampled through, causing the monks below to run away with their heads in their arms.Qingyang grasped Sanqingling, and the toe just touched the suzerain's forehead: "Are you talking about me, grandson?"

Generally speaking, Qingyang doesn't talk rubbish when fighting, but who made this group of White Lotus Sect monks fight and lose repeatedly, fighting one after another, plus two years of hard work, Qingyang really Did not hold back.

Knowing that the enemy this time is different from the previous ones, they are meticulous and prepared for a long time, Qingyang did not hold back at all, he asked the weight of Mount Tai when he came up, and stepped on the Suzerain with all his strength, only heard a bang, and the entire shrine was crushed to pieces .

Disciples from all sides poured in instantly, Jue Ming and Jue Xin fought together, under the blessing of Buddha's power, uprooted the entire ruined temple from the ground, Zhang Shuangying drew out his magic sword, and split the temple halfway.

There is no hiding place in the temple anymore, all the ghosts are exposed.The members of the White Lotus Cult never seemed to be afraid, and they all turned around to pull out the dharma weapons. A few old white monks headed by them immediately confronted the Buddhist and Taoist disciples from all walks of life. Buddhist and Taoist disciples.

It was the first time for Lagu Su Ma to be on such a battlefield. Her whole face was glowing with a different brilliance, and her pair of dark ghost eyes were shining brightly: "Is this the feeling? ?”

The Yin Gui showed his nails at La Aunt Su Ma, roared and showed a ferocious expression, and the next second, La Aunt Su Ma showed her nails longer and sharper than the Yin Gui, and slapped her mouth like this——

"Auntie, be merciful—" Chen Yuanyuan shouted wildly from a distance, with panic in her words, "I have never torn apart the worship, these ghosts are just manipulated by others, and they will be sent to the underworld later!"

"Hey, why is this?" Aunt Su Ma said disappointedly, the hideous expression of the ghost in her hand had changed into fear and pity, and a pair of ghost eyes shed a few tears...

Ao Bai was furious not far away: "Stinky girl's film! You talk nonsense, talk nonsense, and slander the old man's reputation!"

There were also ghosts recruited by other Taoist priests in the scuffle. Usually ghosts don't talk too much, but they were led by the ghosts of Qingfu Temple to start talking rubbish:

"Hey, little monk, is this your level? Why don't you return to vulgarity early, look at your fair and tender face, and find a daughter-in-law who loves you."

"Old wretch, you still want to play dirty, do you know where your grandfather and I came from? When I stink in the gutter, your mother hasn't come out of your grandma's belly yet!"

"Chanting mantras, what kind of curses are you reciting, can you have something new, I have heard that Taoist tell how many times, the story of you being a buddha seed and being broken by King Peacock Ming."

Monk Yi Nian and Zhang Nian Er worked hard to plan and gathered enough rebels, but the number of the White Lotus Sect was twice as many as them. But even so, compared with Taoist priests and monks from all over the world, the White Lotus monk It's just too little.

"That's it?" Qingyang dodged the suzerain's seemingly gentle palm, "You have worked so hard to catch ghosts everywhere, and you have no higher pursuit? Or is it so old-fashioned? What about the other ghosts? The ancient battlefield was taken away by you What about the Yin soldiers?"

The suzerain's flicking hand fell to nothing, and lightly touched the wall, and the corner of the wall exploded immediately: "I've never heard of such a dark soldier. Little Taoist priest, don't hide if you have the ability, take my palm!"

"Baldhead, don't hide if you have the ability, take a punch from me." Qingyang instinctively snapped back, but frowned, looking at the battlefield that was gradually being emptied.

Two fists are no match for four palms. Although the Bailian monk this time is stronger than before, he can't last long in the face of crowd tactics.Those controlled ghosts, the Buddha seed was dealt with by Jue Ming, and the ghost deeds were also released one by one by the Buddhist disciples. They were all crying and trying to stay away from Lagu Su Ma, who shined brilliantly in this battle...

There was no more ghosts to fight, and Aunt Su Ma came down disappointed: "Is that all? It's only been a while."

The ghosts were so frightened that tears came out of their eyes, and some even retreated into the rebel army, as if feeling the collective warmth of being human again...

Monk Yi Nian leaning on a water ghost on his shoulder: "..."

The water ghost wept weakly: "I was just slippery back then, and it was fine to drown innocently. Why do I have to suffer like this, woo woo woo. I'm so scared."

Monk Yi Nian: "..."

The suzerain's strength is indeed strong, and later on, all the appearances of King Ming and Maitreya appeared, but Qingyang held two Zhuxian swords in his hands, and there was nothing that could be cut with one sword, and the real gods and Buddhas had to avoid their edge here.It's just that Qingyang still wanted to repeat the suzerain's words: "The number of ghosts is too abnormal."

Qingyang has tried very hard to procrastinate, but the suzerain is not too strong, he was exhausted: "This is at most the ghosts who were captured in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and even a ghost soldier in a cloak No. Where have all the soldiers from the ancient battlefield been collected?"

The voice of Bingjia was heard not far away, and Zhang Shuangying took a look from a distance: "Eighth Brother? Why did you bring someone here?"

"Wake up, he was fainted by fright before." Qingyang felt a little regretful, he already knew about casting a spell, "This demon monk hasn't confessed yet, it's much harder to chew than those white lotus monks before."

Qingyang was thinking about whether to hide the suzerain privately, or to scare the eighth elder brother to faint again, when Youtan suddenly sat down on the white lotus, stretched out his hand and raised the suzerain's chin: "This person...is not from my Bailian sect, right?"

Everyone present was shocked, Chen Yuanyuan murmured, "Can you tell from the face?"

Qingyang couldn't help but look carefully at the face of the so-called suzerain: "...Huh."

It's really a bit... The bridge of the nose and the eye sockets still have skin color, Qingyang lifted the suzerain's eyelids: "Hey, I didn't see clearly the Buddha's light and spells flashing randomly before, this person's eyes are blue, it's not right..." Qingyang almost With a bald mouth, "... the original people."

For a while, everyone talked about it.Compared with Taoist disciples, Buddhist disciples certainly understand better: "Could it be... Mingjiao?"

Mingjiao, a sect that is often pulled out by martial arts novels and games, is actually called Manichaeism and was born in Persia.It was founded by Mani, a Persian, which integrated Christianity and Zoroastrian teachings. It was renamed Mingjiao in the Tang Dynasty to avoid the disaster of Buddha.

"I thought this sect had fallen." Looking at Utan's expression, he seemed very disapproving, with a bit of rejection, "When Mani was alive, he claimed to be the successor of Buddha, Zoroaster and Jesus. By."

The monks chanted the Buddha's name one after another.

Qingyang immediately understood, yes, people covet inheritance, at most covet Papa Ma or Bill Gates, he wants whoever this is: "Then wake him up—"

Qingyang wanted to say, wake him up to make sure, and when he touched the false suzerain's body again, it was already cold, and even his soul disappeared silently.

"..." Youtan frowned, and his figure turned into a void and landed on the ground, "I'll go to the underworld, you first save the rest of the dead souls."

"??" Qingyang stared blankly at the ground for a while, before raising his head to join other disciples in the fasting offering to save the souls of the dead.I don't know if it's because of Youtan, but this time it was not an ordinary ghost messenger who came up to arrest the soul, one black and one white, with the words "the world is peaceful" and "money at first sight" written on the hat.

Some monks and Taoist priests who had the honor to deal with the two immediately shouted respectfully: "Seven Lords, Eight Lords."

In order of official status in the underworld, Bai Wuchang is honored as the Seventh Master, and Hei Wuchang is called the Eighth Master.

The two impermanences were about to answer, Yinhu, who happened to have dark eyes, also limp all the way, and led the soldiers up the mountain tenaciously, when he heard someone shouting "Baye", he responded subconsciously: "—— Um?"

"..." Hei Wuchang, who opened his mouth halfway, slowly turned his head, and cast a serious look at Yinhu who responded.

Bai Wuchang smiled suddenly: "What a coincidence, it's you."

No matter how unfamiliar Yinhu is with the gods of Taoism, he definitely knows this black and white impermanence. On the first day of his life, when he saw a ghost, he encountered a ghost messenger, and the other party suddenly stuck so close that his legs were almost limp into mud: "I, I……"

...Ghost! ! !Yinhu thought hastily in his heart, he finally understood the fear of the fourth brother, this strong breath of death is what any living person fears from the bottom of his heart.

Bai Wuchang said softly: "We have all heard that you and that fourth elder brother are respected by the people as the black and white twins of the world?"

Yinhu can see ghosts, but the soldiers who came up with him couldn't see it. Several attendants around him saw that the eighth elder brother suddenly looked at the void with fear on his face, and knelt down on the ground, and quickly supported him: "Eighth elder brother!"

Yinhu almost couldn't feel her legs, she just sweated all over and said, "This is all, the common people love me, I... how can we... hiccup!"

Hei Wuchang showed a look of disgust: "Is this the person who is being compared with me by the common people?"

Yinhu was about to cry, Bai Wuchang was too close, the iron chain of Juhun was attached to his body, and now he kept replaying it very clearly in his mind, the eighteen levels of hell that the fourth brother introduced in front of him in detail ...

Bai Wuchang smiled: "What a coincidence, you are the eighth master, and he is also the eighth master."

"...!" Yinhu burst into tears, thinking that I didn't choose me to be the eighth place, it's really just a coincidence! !No disrespect meant!

The Forbidden City, the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The night was getting darker, and the drums were beating. Kangxi was wearing a robe, and he was still crouching in front of the file to review the memorial.

Maybe it's because he is really tired these days, he rarely dozes off when he is reviewing papers, but after falling asleep, he sits in a bright golden light: "This..."

When Xiaozhuang entrusted Kangxi with a dream, Kangxi also had this experience. Looking at the golden light, Kangxi still wondered if it was the dream of that bald donkey Amato. A strange monk walked out of the golden light and nodded at him calmly: " Emperor of the world."

"?" Kangxi became vigilant, "This master, what do you want me to do?"

The monk lowered his eyes and clapped his palms together: "Why is the Holy Majesty looking for the poor monk? The poor monk knows that the Holy Majesty has been to Mount Wutai many times, and wants to invite a national teacher. As a Buddhist disciple, he should not interfere in the affairs of the world, but Taoist people overcorrected. The poor monk can't sit idly by, so I came here to find the Holy One and give you the medicine."

"...?" Kangxi's doubts became more and more serious. Isn't this funny?

But since the other party has the ability to enter dreams, Kangxi did not dare to underestimate him, and said politely, "Thank you, master, for being so benevolent and righteous, I wonder if I can meet me outside the dream? I really want to invite a national teacher , to protect the peace of the Qing Dynasty."

The monk recited the Buddha's name, and said indifferently: "See you by fate."

Kangxi was shocked, and suddenly woke up from the dream, his hand trembled, and the elixir in the dream fell on the table from his hand, jumped a few times, rolled to the edge of the memorial and stopped.

"..." Kangxi was not happy, but terrified. This kind of monk's eyes gave him a terrible feeling. In contrast, he would rather fight against him for the sake of Baocheng, and keep Baocheng in vain. The fat Master Qingyang is more reliable.

He quickly brought a wooden box, threw the elixir in like a hot potato and closed it, then immediately brought a pen and paper, intending to record all this and send it to Master Qingyang.

After writing a few sentences hastily, Kangxi felt his whole body stiffen, and his whole body was frozen in place.

"Your Majesty..." The monk who just said goodbye by fate stood behind him at some point, reached out and took out the brush from his hand. The movement was slow, as if he wanted to take hope away from his heart inch by inch.

This monk appeared in the Hall of Mental Cultivation in such an upright manner, and the eunuchs and maids around him were also frozen, as if time had been frozen.

The monk looked at the letter on the table, but didn't do anything, the letter suddenly caught fire and turned into ashes.

"Isn't it happier to die ignorantly than to wait for death?" The monk's hand rested on Kangxi's head, and it bounced away from the scorching heat, then he turned his hand over, and dark gold gushed out from his heart to his fingertips , condensed into a dragon with an open mouth.

I don't know what magic the monk did, Kangxi only felt a piercing pain coming from his head, as if someone had been gouged open with a sharp object, accompanied by great pain, all the strength in his body was also taken away.

In the next second, everything suddenly returned to normal.Kangxi's stiff body regained its freedom, and the whole person collapsed because of the strength being taken away, and the surrounding eunuchs and court ladies were also let go of their actions. They suddenly saw the Holy Majesty fell to the ground, and surrounded him in panic.

"..." Kangxi tried his best to move his lips, wanting to call the master, Baocheng, even any son who knew the existence of the master, but in the end he couldn't resist the force and gradually fell into darkness.

The Forbidden City fell into unprecedented panic for a while. The Empress Dowager rushed over and asked the eunuchs and court ladies why the Holy Majesty fell down. She only got an answer, "Maybe it was due to overwork, and the Holy Majesty suddenly fell down the copy when he was approving the memorial."

The empress dowager forced herself to calm down: "Baocheng...Baocheng is not in the palace, so this matter cannot be spread."

But now, who else can believe it?

The empress dowager's impression of her elder brothers was that she was still forming a party for personal gain and coveting the throne, and she weighed it over and over again: "Blessings all enter the palace!"

Compared with all the ambitious sons, Fuquan, the virtuous king who has assisted Kangxi all his life and has no military power, is more reliable.

Fuquan was playing with flowers and birds in the mansion. He was leisurely, and was rushed to the palace by the Empress Dowager Yi, and hurried to Kangxi's bed. He saw Kangxi, who was still full of energy in the early court, lying on the bed, his whole body was cold and stiff, as if he was dying man of.

The empress dowager sternly said: "The Ai family has sent people to seal the Hall of Mental Cultivation. The eunuchs and maids are not allowed to enter or leave without the permission of the Ai family. Quickly find Baocheng—what are you doing?!"

Fuquan always felt that Kangxi's state was not right, thinking about the aphrodisiac charm he bought with a lot of money, he still took it out and patted Kangxi's chest.

In the blink of an eye, gaps appeared around the aphrodisiac, as if being bitten by insects and ants, and were eaten away at an extremely fast speed.

"..." The Empress Dowager held Kangxi's hand and bounced it away instantly.

While panicking, the Empress Dowager suddenly thought of the relationship between the talisman and Master Qingyang, and the talisman that Kangxi suddenly distributed to the elder brothers when he came back from inspecting the Yellow River: "—Hurry up, hurry up, Fuquan, you go to the master Come on! Go to the empresses of the palaces, bring all the brown fans bestowed by the Holy Majesty, and go to the elder brother's place to bring the elder brothers' talismans!"

At the same time, Qingfu Temple.

The eighth elder brother Blind Cat ran into a dead mouse, and immediately caught two groups of people from the White Lotus Sect and the Rebel Army, but he was not surprised at all.He didn't dare to stay in Qingfu Temple at night, so he only found a restaurant to stay. He wanted to spend the night and bring people back to Beijing immediately, but he had a nightmare that night that couldn't be more real.

"...Oh." Qingyang yawned weakly, and his head fell heavily on Luo Hu's shoulder, "So, you came here because you dreamed that you were sent to hell by black and white impermanence wearing small shoes."

"Don't...don't don't say that!" Yinhu's whole body was trembling, and he didn't know whether it was black and white impermanence deliberately dreaming up, or it was Yinzhen who explained the details of hell too clearly. He was tortured in the hell of pulling out his tongue. When I woke up, I found that I was biting the tip of my tongue, and it was bleeding.

It also happened that Yinfeng sneaked out at night to find a late-night snack. Seeing this scene, he wandered out: "Yo, isn't this—"

"—Second brother!!" Yinhu hadn't come out of the trance of the dream yet, seeing Yinrong rushing towards him suddenly, tears rolled down, "Second brother, I was wrong, I shouldn't help elder brother, I shouldn't help you!" This design sows dissension, second brother, please forgive me, I don’t want to go to the tongue-pulling hell, I don’t want to go to the iron tree hell…”

Yinfeng: "..."

What the hell, why did he go crazy before he settled the old score.

After Yinhu hugged Yinrong's thigh, he went to hug Qingyang again, but was pushed away by Luohu, and waved his arms at Qingyang without any image: "Master, master, save me, I don't want to go to hell! You, you Can you help me with my life, right? Will I go to hell after I die? I brought money, and I will give it to you, to you..."

"..." Yinfeng sat down, nibbling on the flower roll, "Does he think he's still dreaming? I don't need a bit of grace."

"Probably...it's not because of you! Who told you to come out." Qingyang twitched Yinfeng's head with his backhand, "Cultivating Taoism and meditating, can't you even resist the temptation to supper?" blindfold.

Yinfeng began to move his lips silently, seeing his unwilling expression, he was obviously thinking, as long as the master is in love, I can't even eat a flower roll.

"Okay, okay," Qingyang was stuffed with many banknotes back and forth by Yinhu, "Eighth brother, this is not a dream, you better calm down. Also, if you give the money, Then you can’t get it back.”

Qingyang saw that Yinhu gradually calmed down, but still looked at Yinrong with a look of disbelief: "...This is not your second brother, didn't you say it before, it's crazy."

"..." Yinhu's face gradually turned red, and she wiped her face in shame, "Whether it's a dream or not, I really want to ask the master for orders. Oh, and my ninth, tenth, and fourteenth brothers. "

Qingyang pondered for a while: "Then let me just say something, if you don't fight, you should fight." Qingyang saw Yinhu's doubts, and inspired, "Think about it, think about it carefully. The prince rests, the third elder brother is obsessed with literature, you The eldest brother vowed to stay in Heilongjiang forever, who else is left to seize the throne? Your fourth brother? You just said that your fourth brother was afraid, so you will be left with your ninth, tenth, and fourteenth brothers. Do the math. You are all going to retire, does the Holy One still have a son who can succeed to the throne?"

Yinhu: "..."

No matter how it sounds, it seems that there are not too many brothers who can fight.

Qingyang: "You need to understand this supply and demand relationship! If you don't want to take the throne, it's because the Holy One is begging you. If you want to take the throne, it's because you're asking the Holy One."

"..." Yinhu's eyes gradually revealed an expression of enlightenment, and then he understood, "Yeah, why are you thinking so much? Whoever you love, who will go to eternal hell for the emperor who has been emperor for more than ten years...Emperor Amma is in great shape!"