"The Taoist doctrine of our abbot has also let us skim some of it, although some of the doctrines are different, but there are some commonalities, and the abbot also wants to make our ideological realm richer." "So it's normal for the doctrine of cause and effect to have some negative thoughts."

Xiao Shami explained after listening to what Qin Yuelou said.

"I can't see that the abbot of your temple is quite open-minded."

No matter what school or religion there will be good people and bad people within the religion, Qin Yuelou also knows that he can't kill them all with one shot, although he is not a special fan of Buddhism, but some Buddhist ideas and doctrines are also desirable.

In short, each religion has its own set of ideas and doctrines, and if these ideas and doctrines are correctly interpreted, they can develop in a good direction, but if these ideas and doctrines are misinterpreted, then the path is narrow.

Listening to what this little novice said, Qin Yuelou had some changes to the abbot of this Hailun Temple.

Holding the karma money in his hand, Qin Yuelou thought to herself, "So the abbot of this temple, since he has already come up with the idea of eliminating karma money, what is his idea of returning?"

Is this abbot really able to see the golden light of merit, because he slays demons and destroys demons without collecting money?

Or did this abbot feel that he was not a character to be messed with after seeing the gold leaf, and he was afraid of getting into trouble, so he didn't charge money?

Qin Yuelou is not a person who knows anything about human affairs, but he still has some confusion about the deep-seated reason for the refund.

If you don't figure it out, then don't do it.

In short, the goal of the little yellow book is in this temple, and it is right to explore it at night.

After chatting casually with Xiao Shami, Xiao Shami also took Qin Yuelou and Shanjun to the guest room in the temple.

This guest room was built just behind the temple nave group, and it was specially built for those good believers, and Qin Yuelou also saw that there were three scholars communicating with each other.

Xiao Shami took Qin Yuelou and Shanjun to the two guest rooms, and after a few words, he also left.

Then Qin Yuelou looked around, and the three scholars he saw looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, probably seeing a living swordsman, a little curious.

He was not a fierce person, so Qin Yuelou smiled at the three scholars, put the sword behind his back, and after uncorking the wine gourd, he poured it.

This gourd wine is not bad, and it is also a wine recipe generated by the immortal brewing magic power before, called [Shaodeng Immortal Dao Immortal Recipe], this wine recipe is also the immortal brew generated by Qin Yuelou who was idle and bored and sighed that life is short.

Taking a sip can add half a year of longevity, and at the same time greatly delay the progress of aging, which can be called a rejuvenation technique, even if it is an old child, but the effect of this wine on people is also in this sip.

Therefore, this wine is sweet and light, and it does not seek to get drunk, but no matter what kind of alcohol the person drinks, it can take a slightly drunk state.

Drink alcohol properly, activate your blood, and write smartly.

Qin Yuelou also had the heart to chat casually with the three scholars of different ages, so as to ask the scholar if he knew anything about the situation here, so he shook his hand,

Four small bowls were placed together on a stone table in the courtyard outside the guest room.

Then he held a wine jug with two fingers, which was also the [Shaodeng Immortal Dao Immortal Formula], and it was also placed on the stone table.

"Three scholars, it is fate to meet, how about a drink?" Qin Yuelou invited three scholars.

A scholar hesitated, a scholar happily went to the appointment, and a scholar swayed from side to side.

But when the scholar came, the other two scholars also came.

So pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Qin Yuelou learned the names of the three scholars, and also knew the situation of the three people, the scholar who was happy to go to the appointment was called Wei Rujun, the one who hesitated was called Zeng Xian'er, and the one who swayed from side to side was called Meng Longtan.

Wei Rujun had just won Xiucai, but because there were a lot of chores at home, he couldn't calm down and read, so he moved to this Hailun Temple to find a quiet place to read.

Meng Longtan was a little miserable, he tried and failed, and he has not been able to do so until now

I haven't been admitted to a show yet, so I worked hard for this, and I also went to this Hailun Temple to find a quiet place to study hard.

And Zeng Xian'er is filial piety, and he is the most educated of the three.

What made Qin Yuelou feel a little interesting was that these three people were given the money to move in.

After the wine was drunk, Zeng Xian'er gradually laughed and told an interesting anecdote.

"Some time ago, when I visited a friend, I met an old man who told fortunes, and I asked the old gentleman if I could rise to the top, and the old gentleman pinched his fingers and said that I could be the prime minister of peace for twenty years."

Dajing actually does not have the position of prime minister, because as mentioned earlier, there are cabinet elders in Dajing's system, and the founding emperor Guo Yuewu abolished the prime minister system of the previous dynasty and established a cabinet system.

And this cabinet has no decision-making power, just to assist the emperor in drafting edicts, but now the cabinet is also quite powerful, and it is somewhat similar to the previous prime minister, but it is only a change of the name of the first assistant.

"I said, 'Where is the prime minister?' Now that the newly appointed Lord Shoufu is in the limelight, there are three fires, and even if I can become prime minister, I guess it will take sixty or seventy years."

"Brother Zeng, you don't have to take it to heart, fortune tellers, how can there be so many real people who can tell fortunes on the street?" Qin Yuelou didn't care about the emotional intelligence of this answer, so she blurted out.

"Yes, yes." Zeng Xian'er smiled casually, but it was a little obscene, "I can only say that if I become the prime minister, hehe."

So they chatted casually again, Qin Yuelou also returned to the guest room, Shanjun was still reading, and Qin Yuelou was thinking about it.

In fact, no matter who it was, he didn't see the abbot, as if everything was done by those Zhike monks or Xiao Shami, Qin Yuelou thought about it and went out.

I found a casual monk who knew the guest.

"Little master, I want to meet the abbot of your temple, I wonder if I can make it convenient?"

"Donor, the abbot is meditating in meditation, and it is inconvenient to see people." The monk is not humble or arrogant, and is polite.

Hearing what the guest monk said, Qin Yuelou didn't continue to stalk, but just returned to the guest room.

"What do you say, sir?"

"If you can't see it, what else can you say." Qin Yuelou shook his head, "But it's not a big problem, just wait."

So in the evening, some food was delivered, and after the two of them finished eating, they didn't sleep, Qin Yuelou continued to read the mountain book, and the mountain monarch practiced spells.

——

Wei Rujun was reading, and after a while, he felt a little sleepy, and was ready to take a nap before continuing to read, so he blew out the light and went back to bed and sleep.

Not long after he lay down, he felt as if the window was opened, he didn't get up, just squinted his eyes and looked at the windowsill.

But he felt that he was overly worried, and a wonderful feeling rose in his heart.

For no other reason, the man who came in from the windowsill was carrying a torch, and was very small, about two inches tall, with pheasant feathers stuck in his hat, and riding a horse the size of a grasshopper.

"How can there be such a small person?" Wei Rujun felt strange in his heart.

The general jumped off the ledge of the ledge, and landed on his desk, and stood guard everywhere, and the eagle the size of a fly flew up from his shoulder, and caught the mosquito and the flying insect and tore it.

Wei Rujun's eyesight is not good, although he can't see, he can also hear the buzzing of those mosquitoes and flies gradually disappearing,

There are cockroach-sized wolf dogs, wild and unsavory, but also naïve, these wolves run wild in the house, often from some corners even pull or drag some bed bugs, cockroaches and other insects and then divide and eat, among which there are rat women, worms, centipedes, horses and other insects.

When they had eaten and drunk, the eagle returned to the general's shoulder, and the wolfhounds returned to the little general's side in groups and squatted on the ground, disciplined.

Nodding, the general looked at the room with satisfaction, then put his hand in his mouth and whistled, followed by a column of villains who either dragged their families or carried suitcases and backpacks, and helped each other climb up and down from the windowsill.

The little people with torches lit up their desks.

The generals who rode the horses and drove the horses guarded the same miniature carriages, which drove by, and even more sturdy wrestlers jumped off the table with the carriage and landed firmly on the ground.

There are also people from all walks of life, there are musicians with gongs, drums, suona, erhu, pipa, etc., who endure the desire to play and quickly slide down the table along the rope, and there are also small people with packages on their backs, and bosses who support their big bellies...

It's like a kingdom of refugees.

The carriage passed by Wei Rujun's bed, and a generous and gentle voice came from the carriage.

"People are humane, borrow your room, and also sweep away the mosquitoes in this house for you, if you are awake, it is better to leave quickly, this temple has a killing embryo, I am afraid that I will kill this temple..."

Wei Rujun listened, squinting his eyes and getting tired, the voice was still thick and loud at first, but the more he went to the back, the weaker it became, and he fell asleep groggily after listening to it.

Early in the morning, Wei Rujun got up, last night's strange events were like a dream, this Wei Rujun pondered for a moment, and then laughed.

"How can there be such a small person? It seems that I must have dreamed of mine, and it doesn't matter, just study." Wei Rujun smiled and sat at the desk, ready to continue reading the unfinished book, but casually touched the black hair.

But...

Wei Rujun felt that this hair didn't feel right, so he brought these black strands close to his eyes.

What kind of hair is this?

It was clearly a black iron chain the thickness of a hair.

Then he heard screams coming from the next room.

——

Zeng Xian'er was actually still a little unhappy in her heart.

"The fortune tellers all say that I can be the prime minister, so why should the swordsman tear down the stage? Can you do a little trick and see no one? I don't know what to do, my filial piety identity can not kneel when I see the county, this little swordsman dares to do this?" Zeng Xian'er thought dissatisfied, "If I become the prime minister, I will definitely let that swordsman... Well, I must let that swordsman dance his sword every day to the people on the streets."

Zeng Xian'er is not bad, but she is a little unsure.

Thinking like this, he gradually fell asleep, and in a trance, he saw two little eunuchs running to Zeng Xian'er in a panic with a holy decree, and the sharp male duck voice read out: "Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said, this is Zeng Xian'er's position as the prince, the official worships the prime minister, and the imperial power is chartered..." 藲礿尛裞網

After a bunch of balabalas, Zeng Xian'er followed the two little eunuchs to the palace hall.

The main hall is full of gold, and even the pillars are coiled with a nine-clawed golden dragon, the Manchu Dynasty is divided into left and right, and the emperor on the top is sitting on the dragon chair, looking at Zeng Xian'er with satisfaction, and pulling the dragon chair to move forward, with a pleasant face.

"Aiqing is exempt from courtesy, I see that Aiqing is a talent, and intends to promise your beloved daughter to you, what do you think?"

"Your Majesty." Zeng Xian'er is still fluttering.

"Come on, bring the python robe and jade, the more I look at this son-in-law, the happier I become, and let me change it for Zeng Qing with my own hands."

Zeng Xian'er was overjoyed, and the emperor also changed into a python robe and jade belt for him.

"There is something to discuss, nothing to retreat." Then the Emperor said.

This Zeng Xian'er also went home, the original home is gone, and it has become a magnificent and luxurious mansion door, not to mention the carved gallery and painting building, but it can also be called Zhumen.

There is an endless stream of powerful people in the DPRK and China, this gift, that beauty, Zeng Taishi Lele, all of them are accepted, only as if they have entered the circle of the powerful, and those who are inferior to each other, he also accepts gifts as usual, just as a stammer.

After a few years like this, Zeng Taishi's beard also grew.

Fang Cai, thinking of who had been kind to him, promoted him again and again.

Whoever has enmity with him will raid his house.

Those who were afraid of him offered their possessions with both hands, but those who were not afraid copied it.

Time flies, time flies, so ten years, I really became a high-ranking official.

It's just that the people don't have a good life, too

There were many complaints, just because this Zeng Taishi had already become an evil, but the emperor didn't say anything.

When someone asks him a copy, he raids his house.

That's what power tastes like.

In a certain year, Zeng Taishi brought a group of wives and concubines, and two daughters under his knees, to play and enjoy the fun, the guards were strong, and the slaves were clever, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Until you meet a swordsman.

The swordsman was dancing in the forest, and Zeng Taishi seemed to think of the swordsman who didn't know what to do twenty years ago.

"Is it Zeng Xian'er and Zeng Taishi?"

"Yes, how are you doing?"

"I want to borrow the head of Master Zeng."

Zeng Taishi was shocked, but the sword light flashed, and the world swirled, only to see the wives, concubines, children, and children who were scattered and fleeing, as well as a headless corpse that slowly knelt down.

"You corrupt official, in the past 20 years, you have caused the people to live poorly, and you are full of complaints, you should be killed."

He lived like this for twenty years, until the edifice collapsed.

I really answered the fortune teller's request.

Twenty years of peace prime minister, it is not the common people who are peaceful, but himself.

Slowly closed his eyes and fell into darkness.

Then Zeng Xian'er screamed violently and jumped up from the bed.

"It turned out to be a nightmare."

Zeng Xian'er was so frightened that her heart was trembling, she was sweating profusely, and before she could calm down, Wei Rujun's voice came from outside the door.

"Brother Zeng, what happened?"

Wei Rujun's voice sounded quite concerned, and he even pushed the door open, and then he saw Qin Yuelou behind Wei Rujun looking at the bustle.

Zeng Xian'er's eyes widened, and she exclaimed in her heart.

"It was him!"