Tian Zijiu returned to the Fire Temple, and it was already dark. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After dinner, he called his two high-ranking disciples to the quiet room of the small cross-courtyard behind the Fire Ancestor Palace.

The three of them sat around the brazier, and the five volumes of the "Book of Nature" were placed on the table.

"Dongyue Temple and we both belong to the Orthodox Religion, and it is natural for us to cooperate with each other. The five volumes of the "Natural Taoist Codex" are also well compiled, and they are all about the practice of joining the WTO. ”

The eldest disciple Wang Yue glanced at the scriptures on the table, "But our Fire God Temple belongs to the royal temple, so it is not appropriate to deviate too much, it is best to keep a distance from Dongyue Temple." ”

Wang Yueqing is a child of a rich family, and he entered the empty door when he was young because he was weak and sick. He has always been outspoken, and he will say whatever comes to mind.

Tian Zijiu's brows twitched slightly, and he didn't say a word, just turned his eyes to the second disciple Li Xigeng.

Li Xigeng had been secretly inspecting his master's face just now, and he said to Wang Yueqing with a smile, "Senior brother's words are very reasonable, but there is one point, the Fire Temple is completely dependent on the imperial court for worship, although the incense is worry-free, but it is difficult to want to have pilgrims like a cloud and prosper like Tanzhe Temple and Baiyun Temple." ”

"Master! Whether it is Buddhism or Quanzhen Religion, they have a very good foundation in the people and can withstand wind and rain. The so-called wildfires are inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows and grows. Li Xigeng looked at Tian Zijiu and said seriously, "If we want to prosper together, we should learn to use the method of the "Natural Taoist Codex", recruit Taoist students, and register and confer the ceremony. ”

Taking refuge in the Tao, the beginner is the "Taoist".

The "Tao of Nature" confirms the identity of the Taoist by conferring a conferment. The receiving talisman is the proof of entering the Dao, and at the same time, the ascension from the low-level talisman to the high-level talisman means that its Dao level is rising.

Li Xigeng is an ambitious person, with Wang Yueqing in front of him, he knows that he will not inherit the position of the host of the Fire Temple. But Li Xigeng was unwilling to be left behind, and wanted to break through and make a big deal in the Taoist world.

In the west courtyard of Dongyue Temple, Zhang Wanshi was accompanying Yang Zhiyi and Ma Yilin to check the reception of refugees.

Dongyue Temple has two courtyards in the east and west, and more than 100 houses have accommodated nearly 5,000 refugees.

"Today, more than 1,000 refugees have been sent to various yamen in the city, and the east and west courtyards have all been filled." Zhang Wanshi introduced the relevant situation, "The doctor has checked them one by one, although they are weaker, but their health is basically fine. ”

Yang Zhizhi asked with concern, "How many young and old are there?" ”

"Most of them are young people, mostly children around 10 years old."

Yang Zhizhi nodded, young people are the best and have the strongest plasticity!

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of hot sweat, and in the innermost part of the room was a long ondol covered with ragged refugees.

"The gods are coming, the gods are coming! You are the living gods who save the suffering! Seeing someone come in, the refugees hurriedly sat up, smiling and saying a thousand words of gratitude.

"Taoism is natural!" Zhang Wanshi pointed at Ma Yilin and Yang Zhiyi, "This is the presiding officer of our Dongyue Temple, Ma Daochang, and the supervising court Yang Daochang." ”

"Supreme Taiyi Du Er Tianzun!" Ma Yilin recited the Taoist trumpet with a smile on his face, "God has the virtue of a good life, and my Daomen is widely connected with people who are destined." You can come to Dongyue Temple, this is related to my Daomen. ”

When a small number of refugees heard "they are destined for Daomen", their faces couldn't help but show a trace of reluctance, and Ma Yilin and Yang Zhizhi all saw it in their eyes.

The three of them looked at more than ten rooms in a row, soothed the many refugees with kind words, and then returned to the back building.

Back in the clean room, Ma Yilin sat down on a chair and put his hands on the stove to warm up, "This group of refugees seems to be mixed, and some of them have converted to Taoism, which seems to be not firm enough!" ”

"I saw it too!" Yang Zhizhi said, "We are not short of silver, and we have just purchased a batch of grain, although we have enough silver grain, we can't waste it too much, we must use it on the blade!" ”

Zhang Wanshi suggested, "Tomorrow we will hold a prayer festival for those refugees to take refuge in front of Sanqing." If the conviction is not firm, it should be cleared out immediately. ”

Yang added, "The prayer can be done in conjunction with the registration of the Jiao. After the talismans are ordained, these are our parishioners, who can be bathed and dressed, divided into classes according to their age, and receive preaching at the 'Taoist Academy' for three months of monastic training. ”

"箓" usually refers to the text that records the names of the gods and goddesses of the ten directions, summoning the gods, and performing the exercises. Only when a Zhengyi priest has to receive the Dharma can he become a celestial cao, and can he have a Taoist priesthood. The ritual of obtaining the "urn" is called the conferral of the urn.

Ma Yilin nodded, feeling that Yang Zhiwei and Zhang Wanshi's methods were very good. The number of refugees accepted by the Dongyue Temple has reached its limit, and by removing the unbelievers from the Dongyue Temple, there will be enough space to accommodate more people from the Daomen.

Yang Zhi said that if all these 5,000 people were sent to Dagukou in Tianjin and to the Western ships bound for North America at once, it would be tens of thousands of oceans of income, and the refugee relief operation would be able to obtain a virtuous circle.

It's a pity that the Manchu Qing Dynasty strictly forbade Chinese people to go to the West to work, on the one hand, severely punishing human trafficking, and on the other hand, allowing human trafficking.

He can now only pass three months of brainwashing training at the Taoist Academy, give these refugees the status of Taoist students, and then transfer them to North America via Shanghai in the name of being sent to the four seas to preach.

In the Forbidden City, in the Chuxiu Palace, the high-quality rosewood charcoal is burning in the furnace, and the warm smoke has a faint fragrance.

Concubine Yi sat crooked on the bed, her ears erected, paying attention to the movement of the vestibule.

In the evening, Xianfeng sent a letter to deliver a letter, saying that he would come over for dinner later. Yi Concubine has been waiting until now, and Xianfeng has not come over.

"Master Yi, you are not hungry. But the big brother in his stomach, he's hungry! Guo Lanfu persuaded Concubine Yi to use a piece of dim sum first.

Concubine Yi shook her head, "It's okay, it's okay to be later!" ”

As he was talking, he heard a familiar sound of footsteps outside.

"Concubine! You've been waiting for a long time! ”

Xianfeng walked in with his personal eunuch.

Guo Lanfu waited for Xianfeng and Yi Concubine to finish dinner and cautiously withdrew from the dormitory. He instructed the eunuch on duty to be careful outside, and then returned to his own dwelling in the front yard.

Guo Lanfu first entered the palace and lived in the eunuch's collective dormitory "Tatan". He Tan is a Manchu language, which means nest shop, and the conditions are very simple.

Now, Guo Lanfu has become a eunuch, and the living conditions of Concubine Yi's henchmen have naturally improved greatly.

On the table in the dormitory room, there are rice soup, steamed buns, side dishes, and fruits, which the little eunuch brought him dinner.

After a busy night, Guo Lanfu still had time to eat dinner.

Carefully closing the door, Guo Lanfu was eating steamed buns, and at the same time, he used a goose feather dipped in rice soup to write down what he saw and heard on the yellow table paper.

Guo Lanfu quickly took out the paste, pasted the yellow table paper into a large paper bag, filled the paper bag with the big apples on the table, and then tied it with a paper rope.

He pulled the rope and the bag of apples was quietly placed aside.

Not long after, a little eunuch came in to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and the bag of apples was carried out.

"Knock, knock, knock......", "bell, bell, bell......"

At 8:15 p.m., it was 3 o'clock (5 o'clock in the morning), and the drum tower of Beijing City sounded a rapid drumming sound, and then the bell tower also sounded a thick and distant bell.

This is the sound of bells and drums.

Guo Lanfu sighed, it was already time for the curfew, and this information could only come out tomorrow morning.

According to the rules of the Qing court, when the watch is fixed, the bells and drums sound, all the city gates are closed together, and the traffic is cut off, which is called "Jingjie".

"Quick! Fast! The gates are closed! ”

The gates of Beijing were closed at the same time, and the four gates of the Forbidden City were closed at the same time.

The heavy and thick gates of the palaces in the imperial city were all tightly closed and locked.

The palaces are completely encased in thick walls, as if they have become isolated islands.

The long and distant bell rang to the Dongyue Temple outside the Chaoyang Gate.

In the quiet room, Ma Yilin and others were still discussing the specific details of praying for blessings and registering the congregation.

Zhang Wanshi looked up in the direction of the imperial city in the west, and then turned his head to look at Yang Zhizhi, "Ha, before you know it, it's time to set the shift." ”

Yang Zhizhi said casually, "It's cold, safety first." ”

Ma Yilin couldn't help but raise his head and glanced at the two people.

Early the next morning, the Forbidden City was still shrouded in darkness, and the "rumbling" sound of iron-clad cars sounded on the blue brick road of the imperial city.

Qu Shaoye, the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, came to Di'anmen with a long team of water trucks.

Under the dim light, several large internal guards guarding the Di'an Gate were wrapped in thick cotton clothes, and kept stomping their feet and rubbing their hands, colliding with each other to keep warm.

"Before dawn, you rushed out of the city, this thief is so cold!"

When he said the cold word, the interrogating guard couldn't help but shiver fiercely, and his mouth kept spitting white gas out.

"It's all to serve the emperor!"

Director Qu smiled and hugged his fist in the direction of Qianqing Palace, "Let's just look forward to the long live Lord can drink more sweet Yuquan mountain spring water, refreshed and comfortable." ”

Although there are mountains, water, and wells in the Forbidden City, the alkaline smell of this water is too strong, and it tastes bitter. The drinking water in the imperial city needs to be pulled into the palace from Yuquan Mountain every day.

There are more than 80 miles of road from this Yuquan Mountain to the Forbidden City, there are 3 fleets responsible for transporting and transporting, the water truck is planted with a dragon flag, and the four big buckets are covered with a large tarpaulin embroidered with a dragon, and the donkey is used to do the traction, and it takes a whole day to go back and forth.

In front of the Di'an Gate, the guards guarding the city checked each one by one to see if they had any items in the palace that they had concealed privately.

When inspecting the first water wheel, the guard noticed a bag of apples and opened them to see that there was no problem with several large apples, as well as the yellow sheet paper that wrapped the apples.

"It's a cold day, this apple is not easy to get!" The guard said casually.

"That's nature!" Director Qu hugged his fist in the direction of Qianqing Palace, "It's all the emperor's grace!" ”

The leading guard grinned, no wonder he was doing the Internal Affairs Office, this mouth can really speak!

"Bell—"

The bell of the bell and drum tower rang, the hour of the bright watch came, and the heavy gate of Di'anmen was opened "squeak, squeak".

"Knock, knock, knock......", "bell, bell, bell......"

The bells and drums of the bell and drum tower are still ringing, tight eighteen, slow eighteen, unhurried and eighteen, so twice, a total of 108 times.

Accompanied by the long sound of bells and drums, the water truck gurgled on Di'anmen Street.

In front of an early shop, the convoy stopped. After buying more than a dozen hot buns in one go, the convoy continued on the road and walked out of Xizhimen.

A bag of apples was carried in his hand, and the shopkeeper weighed the weight and felt heavy. He called a fellow and solemnly handed the bag of apples to him.

By the time dawn, the bag of apples had been delivered to Zhang Wanshi's table in Dongyue Temple.

Zhang Wanshi carefully opened the paper bag and spread the yellow table paper on the table.

A cotton swab dipped in the iodine solution and gently applied it to the paper, and the blue handwriting immediately appeared on the paper.