Three hundred and eighty-one

But everyone who often comes and goes to Chang'an City knows who Qin Ying is. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Two years ago, during the Buddha Bathing Festival, I was able to discuss Buddhism with two masters on the lay podium of Daxingshan Temple; A year ago, on the Qingming Festival, he entered the palace to pray for the prince who suffered from leg disease, and stayed in the palace for three months; Half a year ago, he left the palace and went to Silla to spread the medical path halfway back, and climbed the mound to pay tribute to the soldiers of the former dynasty.

Now as the master of Xihuaguan, he is like a rising rookie in Chang'an Daomen. Not only does it have important authority outside the party, but it also has a place in the party.

Qin Ying, as the head of the Ancestral Department of the Ministry of Rites, is in charge of divination and sacrifice for monks and nuns together with Honglu Temple.

The shopkeeper listened to Yuan Laodao so carelessly tell Qin Ying's name, and subconsciously decided that he had a lot to do with Qin Ying, and his identity must be extraordinary, and nine times out of ten it was the Taoist who returned to Beijing four years ago.

Silently watched Yuan Laodao leave calmly, and he didn't think about asking for any tokens. The left and right shopkeepers will get the deposit to let the craftsmen start work, Yuan Laodao put a bunch of manuscripts here, and he is not worried that the other party is just using the manuscript to play.

After sitting on the small table and drinking a cup of tea, the shopkeeper flipped through the silk book casually, and after seeing a prophecy of Tianfeng Ji, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he couldn't close his mouth in surprise for a long time, and slapped his thigh with his palm and said: "——Just want to get rich, there are gold bricks smashed down." God help me! ”

He has been in business at the West Market Bookstore for many years, and his business acumen could not be more flexible. When the prophecy of the Tianfeng Hexagram spread everywhere, he saw that the people in the market were very fond of gossip.

This gossip refers to the true trigram.

A single prophecy of Tianfeng Ji can make the people boil, just imagine how much attention can a complete prophecy booklet draw? If the publicity in the early stage can be sufficient, there will be no need to worry about sales, and his life full of gold and silver seems to be just around the corner.

The shopkeeper read the whole manuscript with excitement, because he didn't know much about the hexagrams of the Daomen, he didn't dare to change the prophetic poems made by Li Chunfeng overnight, and only used a pen to smear the inferior pictures drawn by Yuan Laodao, and circled the silk book to be re-illustrated. After that, the soles of his feet floated into the backyard, and he hurried to redraw the illustrations.

At this time, Li Chunfeng and Qin Ying didn't know that they were calculated by Yuan Laodao.

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Within a few days of Tianfeng Ji's prophecy reaching Qin Ying's ears, she was released from Xihuaguan.

According to Li Daozong, it was because Dali Temple and Yushitai followed the clues of the intersection between officials of the Ministry of Rites and foreigners, and found two or three suspicious people, and they confessed to the crime after being locked up in prison for a few days, so Qin Ying had nothing to do with the leaking case at all.

The ten-and-a-half-long confinement life not only made Qin Ying's face haggard, but also made her face look fatter.

When she got the news that she could go home, the first thing she thought about was not how to explain the scar on her left palm to Mei Sanniang, but to seriously consider where the backyard lifters would go.

Qin Ying knew that the lifters had been tired of being too lenient with their own discipline, and since Xihuaguan was no longer under martial law, she should find a place for them to stay. There are many Taoist temples in Chang'an City, but Qin Ying looked at the map in front of him but was a little bored.

The picture is the one she brought with her three years ago when she worshiped Zhongnan Mountain.

I remember that Ruqi walked all the way with him, and the two hung up in Longtian Temple for ten years, and then Qin Ying took the burden and returned alone, and Ruqi took a densely marked map to see her off.

Time flies. The map is still well kept by her, but the two know and part, but they are already separated from each other.

Now Qin Ying is also very open. There is a saying in the market that people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. She and Ruqi have stood on two opposite positions from the beginning, and occasionally walking together can only maintain a temporary illusion of peace, and finally they will inevitably part ways.

To blame only her name, it is a huge threat to Buddhism.

In order to keep Buddhism from falling behind, Ruqi came to visit Qin Ying when she was sick, so as to confirm her true gender, and then colluded with the people of Buddhism to corrupt her in the vulgar lectures of Daxingshan Temple, and even the Taoists of Xihuaguan could not raise their heads.

In a fit of rage, Qin Ying wrote a letter to Ruqi to break off her friendship, but after thinking about it, she also felt that she was doing something radical.

The truth was all conjured up by her with many details, and it was not confirmed by the parties involved. In case things are not what Qin Ying thought, Ruqi was wronged by her for half a year.

Qin Ying's temperament has always been arrogant, even if Ruqi took the initiative to find her a few times afterwards, she didn't bow her head, and found a way for each other to reconcile, but now things are gradually brushed away by time, she has a little shaken in her heart, but she missed the best time to make it clear.

After thinking too much about some of the things that didn't happen, he began to be impetuous, Qin Ying drank two cups of cold white in a row, held his hot forehead, and cheered up to turn his mind to the fate of the lifter.

The Xuandu Temple is the first Taoist temple in the capital, but it is always overcrowded, and Qin Ying is not good to trouble the master of the Xuandu Temple to help take care of the lifters.

As for other relatively small Taoist temples, Qin Ying is not familiar with the contemplators, secondly, they occupy a very narrow area, and thirdly, it is difficult to feed his own people with rice and grain in the temple, not to mention the temporary residence of outsiders.

…… It seems that this pile of lifts can't be turned around.

Her fingers rubbed the names of the Taoist temples as noted by the seven one by one, and her eyelids gradually drooped, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

Awakening from the chaos of the mist, she raised her head and rubbed her sour eyes, only to see a figure she had never expected, standing quietly at the door of the wing.

He was originally thin and tall, and against the dim sunlight, his shadow was stretched even longer.

"Lord Qin Guan is awake?" Ruqi bowed his head and said slowly, his eyes did not touch Qin Ying at all, and he was still as rigid as before.

"Why are you here?" Qin Ying took a deep breath and let himself barely calm down before saying.

Ruqi avoided answering her question and just said lightly: "I heard that Master Tanzang said that there was nowhere to put Xihuaguan's lift, so the poor monk wanted to discuss with the master of Qinguan whether he could transfer it to Puguang Temple." "When he became the first monk, he could no longer humble himself.

The things that had been bothering him for a long time were easily solved, but I didn't expect that the lifters would be contained by Puguang Temple in the end. She put her finger on the small table and sighed: "I remember that a year ago, His Majesty gave Puguang Temple and Xihua Temple to Master Tanzang and me respectively. At that time, no one could have imagined that the two would fight to the point of refusing to back down. ”

"It wasn't meant to be a fight." Ruqi was silent for a while, and a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

"I know it wasn't meant to." Qin Ying shook his head and stopped his pale rebuttal, "It's not easy for the Tan Tibetan Master to always pay attention to the life and death of the opponent. When you go back, help me tell him, be more restrained when fighting, and besides, it's too ugly to eat goodbye when eating leftover soup. (To be continued.) )