There is a temple of eight kings on the outskirts of Shengjing City, the incense of the temple is very prosperous, and there are many people who come to burn incense and worship Buddha every day.

The abbot of the temple is a monk who wears a black monk's robe all the year round, and his Dharma name is Heixuan.

Master Hei Xuan is not smiling, but he is kind-hearted, and often helps those poor people, but anyone who lives on the street and has nowhere to settle down can live in this Eight Kings Temple.

People say that Master Hei Xuan is a living bodhisattva who saves suffering, but few people know that this master is the leader of the big gold sticky pole.

The three Dolgon brothers had all been to the temple before, so they were familiar with the road at the moment, galloping all the way on horseback, and arrived at the temple of eight kings after half an hour.

The three of them dismounted and strode towards the temple, and Azig shouted, "Where is Hei Xuan, tell him to come out to see me." ”

The monks in the temple were startled when they saw the three of them looking angry, and those with sharp eyes immediately recognized that the person who shouted was Azig.

A monk bowed to the three of them and said:

"Master Hei Xuan has gone out to travel the day before yesterday and has not returned, if the three of you want to see the master, you might as well come back another day."

"And when will he be back?"

Azig was stunned for a moment, and asked again.

"It's hard to say, it's as little as three or five days, and as much as a year and a half."

The monk replied unhurriedly.

Upon hearing this, the three Azig were very disappointed, and felt that the anger in their hearts had been extinguished by a basin of cold water.

For a whole day, they went to find Mang Gurtai, Dai Shan and Huang Taiji, and finally went to Nurhachi, and finally found the culprit who killed Lin Ping'an, but now the old thief of Heixuan is not there, which is really a little aggrieved.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Dodor asked.

"What else can I do, I can only go back first, and come back another day."

Azig scratched his head and said helplessly.

Dorgon thought for a moment and said to the monk:

"I will set up a tablet in the temple, and you will recite the sutra for him every day, and it will be 7749 days."

After saying this, he took out a silver ticket from his bosom and handed it to the monk.

The monk took the silver ticket and glanced at it, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he bowed his head and said:

"I don't know which deceased person set up a spirit card, please leave his name."

"Lin Ping'an!"

After saying this, Dolgon wrote down the three words Lin Ping'an with a heavy heart, and then walked out of the Eight Kings Temple with Azig and Duoduo.

Standing outside the Temple of the Eight Kings, Dolgon looked up at the sky, his eyes a little moist, and muttered:

"A, if you save my life, I will definitely avenge you, you go well, and we will be brothers again in the next life."

Both Azig and Duoduo were in a heavy mood, and Azig patted Dorgon and said:

"If you run away, the monk can't run away from the temple, don't worry, Brother will definitely stand up for you when the time comes."

In a meditation room in the attic of the temple.

After listening to the monk's story, Hei Xuan looked at the silver ticket in his hand again, was silent for a long time, shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"It's all shrunken turtles, and this pot has to be carried by the old man after all!"

"Master, is this spirit card still established? Dolgon said that he would spend forty-nine days for that Lin Ping'an. ”

The monk in front of Hei Xuan asked carefully.

"Of course it has to be established."

Hei Xuan shook the silver ticket in his hand: "It is the duty of a monk to take people's money and eliminate disasters with people." ”

The monk answered and turned away.

Hei Xuan walked to the window, looked at the backs of the three Dolgon brothers in the distance, and sighed:

"Dolgon values love and righteousness, and this son will become a great weapon in the future!"

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Lin Ping'an naturally didn't know that Dolgon had also set up a tablet for him to overtake him.

At this moment, he is also a little helpless, and it has been a few days since he returned to this era, except for a new bitter hatred in his heart, nothing seems to have changed.

What it was when it came, and what it is still today.

The only change is that now he knows that he has to do something, which is to avenge Wan'er.

As for when this wish will be realized, he does not dare to wonder.

Huang Taiji is the future emperor of the Later Jin, and he is now just an ordinary person of the Ming Dynasty, and there are many ravines in between, and if he wants to take revenge, he obviously can't do it alone.

Then there is only one way left, to achieve your goals with the help of the huge state apparatus of Daming.

But how to do this, he didn't think about it yet.

"Since I am regarded by them as the Heavenly Veiner, perhaps only from this perspective can I get in touch with the core figures of the Ming Dynasty."

Thinking of this, Lin Ping'an felt that he couldn't be in a hurry, since there was nothing to do, let's brew some good wine for that flower dean first.

Having made up his mind, Lin Ping'an carefully recalled in his heart the winemaking method he had seen in his previous life.

Winemaking is actually very simple, nothing more than a few steps, material selection, koji, fermentation, distillation, wine loading, for these steps, Lin Ping'an is naturally clear, and the Ming Dynasty's winemaking has been very developed, what is lacking is only the method of purification.

As long as the good ones on the market are bought back and purified, they will naturally be able to make the wine taste more mellow, as for what kind of method such as "girl stepping on the song", Lin Ping'an thinks about it.

Although it is also recorded in the book, the so-called wine koji is yang, and the girl is yin, and only the girl's delicate and delicate feet can step on that unique taste, but after all, it takes a hundred and ten virgins to step on the song together, and the battle is really a bit big.

Unless you want to do this brewing business in the future, you don't need to go to such trouble.

Thinking of this, Lin Ping'an's shadow of Ye Yunshu appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but talk about it in his heart:

"I don't know what she's doing now."

Lin Ping'an's housekeeper in this courtyard is called Fang Wen, a middle-aged man about forty years old, and when he heard that Lin Ping'an asked him to buy wine, he was a little surprised.

"Young master, you are only twelve years old, try to drink as little as possible, otherwise you will hurt your body."

Lin Ping'an shook his head and said, "Uncle Fang, it's not that I want to drink, but I want to brew some good wine for Dean Hua." ”

"I see."

Fang Wen smiled: "What kind of wine does the young master want to buy?" ”

"Just buy the best wine in Beijing, and buy more back."

Lin didn't know what the best wine in Beijing was on Christmas Eve, so he could only say in general terms.

Fang Wen was stunned, and said that there was a lot of good wine in Beijing, so he asked:

"What is the right price to buy?"

"Buy the most expensive one."

Lin Ping'an said without thinking about it.

Fang Wen was a little embarrassed, he knew a lot about the most expensive wine, but it needed silver.

When he came here, Yan Xiaoxiao only gave him two hundred taels of silver, and told him that when the silver ran out, he would find Lin Ping'an.

Thinking of this, he patted his forehead and said to Lin Ping'an:

"Young master, there's something I want to ask."

Lin Ping'an nodded and looked at Fang Wen.

"Young master, there are less than a hundred taels of silver in the house now, how much silver do you have there?"

Lin Ping'an was stunned for a moment, he thought for a long time and asked, "Didn't Yan Xiaoxiao give you the silver?" ”

"Given, two hundred taels."

Fang Wen said a little depressedly: "There are many people in the house, and they spend a lot of money on eating and drinking, and now they only have seventy or eighty taels of silver. ”

I'll go, Yanxiao is too picky, right...... Lin Ping'an was a little speechless, he didn't expect this to be the case at all.

"Am I not the Celestial Veiner? Is this how you treat the Celestial Veins? ”

Lin Ping'an was extremely depressed, he patted his forehead, and said with a wry smile in his heart:

"Since you don't give money, then don't call so many people!"

"Do you want me to earn money to support them?"

Fang Wen looked at Lin Ping'an's appearance like this, and hesitated: "Young master, can we still buy those good wines?" ”

"Buy!"

Lin Ping'an said: "But buy one jar at most." ”

He is thinking about it now, first make some good wine for the flowers to taste, as long as the other party likes this wine, then I'm sorry, if you still want to drink, you have to take silver, otherwise don't talk about it.

And on the other side.

Yan smiled and watched the flowers bloom, and asked with some hesitation:

"Father-in-law, I only gave Lin Ping'an two hundred taels of silver, and there are so many people in his courtyard, I'm afraid it will be used up in less than a month."

When the flowers were released, he smiled and said:

"He's a Celestial Veiner, do you think a Celestial Vein will be in trouble because he doesn't have any silver?"

Yan Xiaoxiao was stunned, obviously a little unintelligible, so she asked:

"Father-in-law means he will conjure silver out of thin air?"

Hua Fangfang shook his head and said lightly, "Maybe he really has this ability." ”

Yan smiled and was stunned, and then ran away, if the other party can really conjure up silver out of thin air, then let Lin Ping'an teach him this skill.