In the Xiyuan guest room, the old Taoist priest drew a talisman and was very satisfied, put down his pen, and ignited the yellow talisman instantly.

Put the talisman in the incense burner and cover it, and the words in his mouth, plus his appearance, make him look even more fairy!

He squinted his eyes at this time, and sat on the stool, his eyes flickering slightly, as if he could penetrate the hearts of others, and occasionally showed hesitation and confusion.

When the old Taoist priest Wang Xun was born, he had a half-moon-shaped scar on his left arm, a white spot on his back like a star, a white spot in the shape of a dipper, and three black moles on his legs, showing the "appearance of three yangs".

The fortune teller told his mother that he thought it was the appearance of the three yangs.

In retrospect, when I was 15 years old, I got a Taoist book, which wrote that the appearance of the three yangs was a metaphor for the appearance of the emperor.

It was shocking and scared, but faintly excited.

It's been 50 years since I got that Taoist book.

As the leader of the church, look at yourself in your old age, and the dream of the emperor is still far away!

"Bang bang" someone knocked on the door.

"Master Daoist, my lord is invited." The old Taoist priest Wang Xun immediately changed his face, full of kindness, and opened the door with a smile.

"Ergou, your mother's condition is much better!"

Ergou, hurriedly knelt down and praised the Taoist priest: "After my mother ate the medicine you prescribed, she has been able to go to the ground in the past two days, the Taoist priest is really a living immortal, and the incense case has been placed at home, and the incense has been offered at home!" ”

"It's good to be well, why doesn't your master rest so late!"

"Don't mention it, my lord is self-denying, and he went to the Hanzhuang Tax Factory to guard against another one in the past few days, and the bird father-in-law stole the silver from the tax factory, he didn't just come back, and he didn't eat dinner!"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart!

Wang Xun, a Taoist priest, wants to establish a grand cause, and it is absolutely impossible without silver.

Zhang's father-in-law's residence is Yuehe Street, Taierzhuang, a three-entry house against the river.

The backyard is flanked by partial rooms, and on the left side of the front is a small courtyard, in which there is a study, and on the right is a side hall and two guest rooms.

The old Taoist priest Wang Xun lived in the guest room, very close to the study of Zhang's father-in-law's small courtyard.

Stepping into the small courtyard, the old Taoist priest Wang Xun paused outside the house, and made a sound of Immeasurable Tianzun, and heard the unique voice of Gonggong Zhang.

"Master Daoist, please come in!"

As soon as the old Taoist priest entered the room, he saw that in the middle of the study was a small table of eight immortals.

On the top, there are four kinds of accompaniments: boneless fish, bone soup, purple fish muddy, and crab noodles, and Zhang Gongcheng drinks alone there.

The old Taoist priest made another gesture of the Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable and said:

"The old way is polite" is Shi Shiran sat down, picked up the wine jug and poured a glass, took a sip, and took a piece of boneless fish with chopsticks and ate it leisurely.

"Jun'er, how many days do you have left?"

"It's hard to say, look at his creation!"

"Do you have to, Chong Xi!"

"The darkness has its own number of days, and this way has been carefully calculated, so it must be happy.

If you don't rush to joy, it is estimated that the medicine can last for a month, and after a month, you will be out of luck! ”

"Hey!"

Father-in-law Zhang drank a few glasses of wine, and his face was bloody.

The old Taoist priest saw that Gonggong Zhang was stunned and thoughtful, so he said:

"If you go in this world, you will be sinned, no matter whether it is the bones of the heavenly family or the small people in the market!

My lord, why be sad?

For example, if you and I are kind-hearted, we will naturally have the same number of days! ”

"Don't worry, Daoist Wang, you just need to hang Jun'er's life for a month, Chong Xi is happy about this matter, and I will find a way to do it."

Father-in-law Zhang may have been in a bad mood and drunk a pot of wine and got drunk, he was drunk, and he told the old Taoist priest all the unhappy things with a wine glass in his hand.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Especially when Gonggong Zhang said that the silver in Hanzhuang's tax warehouse was as much as one or two million taels.

He also said that how to transport it to the capital in the past few days, the old Taoist priest Wang Xun, who was sitting on the side, heard that he was more sure of the purpose of coming here at this moment.

It turns out that the big goods mentioned on the road turned out to be more than 1 million silver!

The old Taoist priest returned to his courtyard, looked up and saw a bright moon, and felt a feeling.

Walk into his room.

The incense burner in the room is full of smoke, and there are mirrors, cymbals, glass bowls, golden dragon oil lamps and other magic objects on the table.

The old Taoist priest's expression became extremely solemn, lit three sticks of incense, and fell to the ground silently.

Muttering prayers "Vacuum hometown, no old mother ......".

When he was done, he suddenly smiled secretly, and then he leaned back and laughed wildly.

Recruiting troops and hoarding supplies all require silver.

The old Taoist priest felt that his time had come, and if he robbed this batch of silver, it would be a great help to his imperial career.

Wouldn't his dream of becoming an emperor soon become a reality?

The old Taoist priest Wang Xun recalled his 50-year missionary career and lamented that it was not easy.

The Smell of Incense Sect, which was derived from the White Lotus Sect, was mainly preached to the landless peasants along the Grand Canal.

In the 14th year of Emperor Jing, when he was just 30 years old, he had just mixed with a small incense master in the sect, but he experienced the riot of the Wenxiang Sect.

At that time, the leader of the Wenxiang Sect was also surnamed Wang, and the Wenxiang Sect launched a riot along the canal at that time.

Because it threatened Cao Yun, it was quickly given to the imperial court, and the quick knife was immediately quelled.

That month, rivers of blood flowed and heads were cut off from canal dikes everywhere.

He escaped by pretending to be dead in the pile of corpses.

Now it is very dangerous to practice the "Smell Fragrance Teaching" in the canal, and there is a danger of going to prison and killing the head of the family.

But the missionaries and believers still rise and fall, not because they are in danger, but because they are so courageous for the sake of their faith?

No, the real side is driven by the lure of money and the ambition of political power.

It is not easy for a poor person in the Dakang Dynasty to barely maintain his family from hunger and cold, even if he works like cattle and horses all day long, and it is no less than a fantasy to get out of poverty.

As for missionary work, if you can attract believers, not only do you not need to get up early and work in the dark, smell the incense and gold, and naturally send them to the door.

He was also revered as a god and was sent at his disposal.

Therefore, missionary work is like a scholar's ten-year cold window, and this is a powerful motivation for the "good profession" of missionary work beyond the 360 lines.

In fact, there are many people who can make ends meet because of missionary work, and there are many people who can provide for their families.

There are also many big and small religious leaders who are powerful in the township or have a solid family, and some even become rich and wealthy ministers.

The Smelling Fragrance Sect was secretly set up in the Grand Canal and around the surrounding areas, and missionary sites were set up.

In the opinion of the old Taoist priest Wang Xun, after more than 20 years of recovery, it is enough for the business on the canal to reap the benefits.

Since last year, a large number of displaced people from the northwest who could not survive because of drought have come to the banks of the canal, and along the canal, they have settled, and no one has paid attention to them and will care so much.

The old Taoist priest secretly preached the teachings, took in the strong people among the homeless, organized and trained the teaching army, and was always ready to start an incident.

Like the Sealing Gate Festival in Hanzhuang, the female incense master of the mage wearing a mask, their village also took in the homeless.