Zhu Cihong met Zhang Yingjing in the Chengguo Mansion.

As a contemporary celestial master, Zhang Yingjing is not very old, because the previous generation of celestial master Zhang Xianyong was determined to cultivate, and he gave the seal sword to Zhang Yingjing in less than a year.

Zhang Yingjing was the ninth year of Chongzhen's reign. In the thirteenth year, King Yong was ill and could not be cured, Chongzhen found this heavenly master, prayed for healing, and rewarded him well. That was also the first time Zhu Cihong saw the legendary Zhang Tianshi's true body. As for now, Y has met for the third time.

"What you said last time, has the Heavenly Master figured it out?" Zhu Cihong smiled, maintaining his respect for the monks.

"The minister thinks what His Highness said is very true." Zhang Yingjing replied with a smile.

Just two months ago, Liu Ruoyu, the eunuch next to the prince, found Zhang Yingjing, who was still in Beijing, and said that the prince was going to summon him. This made Zhang Yingjing quite frightened for a while, because at that time, the emperor Bixia asked him to pray for the elimination of the epidemic, but the ritual did not have a satisfactory effect, so the prince went out of the palace to prevent the epidemic.

At this juncture, being summoned by the prince is probably also a tricky matter.

No one knew that Zhang Yingjing at that time was ready to escape back to Longhu Mountain, but was stopped by the prince.

What Zhu Cihong asked Zhang Yingjing to do was very simple: sell talisman medicine.

This is actually the old business of Zhang Tianshi's family, and later it was sent to various evil sects, as long as you burn a talisman and drink gray water, any incurable disease can be cured. Because Zhengyi has become one of the state religions of the Emperor Ming, he has mastered the high-quality market, and he only does things, and rarely sells those talismans anymore.

And the prince was determined to let him sell talisman medicine.

Legend has it that the hand-painted talisman of the Heavenly Master was sold for one hundred taels, and the plague pill was also sold for fifty taels and one pills.

As for the effect, there are still some.

For example, when there was such a big plague outbreak in the Chengguo Mansion, the neighbors did not suffer because they bought enough Heavenly Master talismans to stick on the door wall. Even the masks worn by the guards in the East Palace had rune paper in them, so they came into contact with the plague every day, but few people contracted this epidemic because of it.

"This talisman was sold for a total of 60,000 taels of silver, and His Highness can send someone to pick it up at any time." Zhang Yingjing said respectfully.

If it was two months ago, Zhu Cihong would not have been polite to him, and he didn't believe that it was really only sold for 60,000 taels. But now, the prince, who has been arrogant, naturally showed the generosity of the superior, stretched out his hand and said, "You can keep it." ”

Zhang Yingjing was slightly surprised, but his perennial practice made him have no different color on his face, and he just bowed and saluted: "Thank you, Your Highness." ”

"I called you over today, one is for the Chengguo Mansion." Zhu Cihong said in a deep voice: "The other is to ask the Heavenly Master, what will you gain after the epidemic in Beijing this time?" ”

"Harvest?" Zhang Yingjing frowned, "Your Highness, how can my generation gain anything from such a tragic thing." It was these 60,000 taels of silver, and the minister also wanted to use it on the victims. ”

Zhu Cihong's face was pale, and he suddenly opened a sentence, and said: "I have seen Lord Lingzun, the old heavenly master is dedicated to cultivation, and his body is very tough. ”

"All thanks to the blessings of the saints, and the grace of His Highness." Zhang Yingjing didn't know the intentions of His Royal Highness the Prince, so he replied with a cliché.

"So you're wrong." Zhu Cihong raised his eyebrows.

"Huh?" Zhang Yingjing was stunned.

"These words were said by officials, not by Taoist priests." Zhu Cihong straightened his waist: "It's not what the Heavenly Master should say!" The national dynasty weishenme set the name, not all true is the one, only you two factions are the authentic sect of the Daomen? In order to guide people to faith! Don't be fooled by cults! As a celestial master, you only know how to use money to help people, have you ever thought about how to convert people to true faith!? ”

Zhang Yingjing hurriedly lowered his head, sweat stained on his forehead.

Taoism was hit hard after the Mengyuan Dynasty, and it never recovered much in the Ming Dynasty. Fortunately, Shizong valued the immortal Taoism and supported the Daomen, but instead divided the Daomen into court Taoism and folk Taoism. The former became an official, the latter almost a wizard. Few people believe in the true way of the pure immortals.

"I heard that Zhang Tianshi administered the talisman, and the first thing to repent is to make the sick people sincerely repent to the three officials of heaven, earth and water, and then they can be healed with the power of the talisman, can there be?" Zhu Cihong asked.

"Your Highness is erudite, indeed." Zhang Yingjing Road.

"This is indoctrination!" Zhu Cihong said loudly: "As the leader of the Zhengyi Sect, you have the Holy Emperor to support you, and the ancestors to shade you, but you have a narrow vision, a weak situation, and you don't know how to do the work of education, what is the use of my emperor raising you!" ”

"The minister is guilty!" Zhang Yingjing hurriedly knelt on the ground.

Zhu Cihong didn't let him get up.

The three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are the ideological tools of the state, but their role is so small that it does not match their status. Especially after seven months, the discipline shown by these three representatives is helpless, which can be described as breaking down and clearing.

"After you go back, select a few young heroes from the clan to come to my East Palace to listen to them." Zhu Cihong was silent for a moment, and then said: "Your Zhang family is also a thousand-year-old family, a moral heir, I can't bear to see you collapse." ”

"His Royal Highness loves him, and he knows it well." Zhang Yingjing squeezed out two tears: "Lei Chen will go back and select the children of the clan to study with His Royal Highness." ”

"Get up." Zhu Cihong finally softened his tone, and said: "You have to make it clear to the believers: in this world, only the descendants of Yan and Huang can do it." Even if the Han family is not cared for for a while, and foreigners dare to encroach on the Han Dynasty, there will be no good end. Meng Yuan is an example, not only has he lost his country for a hundred years, but his descendants are even more enslaved, and he cannot turn over for a hundred generations. ”

"Yes, yes, Rechen understands." Zhang Yingjing replied repeatedly.

He didn't expect that the prince was referring to the Manchurians.

Now the most promising winner of Jiuding is Li Zicheng in the northwest. He claimed to be a descendant of Li Jiqian, a member of the Western Xia Dangxiang clan, and considered himself a Xianbei Tuoba clan and did not consider himself a Han Chinese.

- The prince is probably referring to this Tuoba thief.

Zhang Yingjing said secretly in his heart.

However, it doesn't matter who the prince says, what matters is who to send to the prince's side. Now that Daming is in turmoil, it is really difficult to see whether it can make a comeback. If it is prosperous in the future, the people around the prince will definitely have the merit of following the dragon. If the Ming Dynasty is dead......

The Heavenly Master's Mansion has never agreed with the words of martyrdom and the country.

Even the Confucian family of Yan Shenggong can eat the cold pig's head of the new dynasty with peace of mind after the change of dynasty, why let the Taoist priest introduce his family to the loyal ministers of the current dynasty?

Zhang Yingjing was worried about something, and returned to the apartment all the way, but he didn't know how he came back.

"Father, my son is willing to go to the East Palace!"

Zhang Yingjing looked up sharply and saw his second son Hong Ren standing in front of him, looking eager to try.

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