Lu Qian's Yushunfang Survey Division station was not damaged much.
Especially the backyard where the five uncles are stationed is comparable to a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.
Including the incense-blessed weapons and armors enshrined in the Great Vajra Temple, as well as Lu Qian's bodyguards and subordinate supervisors, only more than 300 people were damaged in the battle, and about a thousand people were lightly or seriously injured. The damage situation was much better than expected.
The big shots in the court, the Queen Mother, the Emperor, the General, the Prime Minister, and the ministers in purple and red robes were once again quarreling, but their troubles had little to do with Lu Qian.
Cover the lid. The truth about the disaster in Yushunfang must be covered.
Queen Mother, the Emperor doesn't want to hear the slightest bit of news that "so-and-so has lost his moral integrity and is acting sneaky", so he must cover up.
The cultural and educational officials represented by the Prime Minister Zhu Chong did not want the world to know that the root cause of this sneaky chaos was Bai Changkong's cultural education, but they had just relegated Bai Changkong to the position of a living saint.
Therefore, when everyone joins hands to cover the lid, the efficiency becomes very high.
Those dead officials.
If you are promoting officials who are filial, honest, talented, or educated, if their entire family has died, it is naturally good and you don’t need to wipe your butt.
If their family is big enough and there are other members of the family, let them recommend someone to directly replace the original person's official position. In this way, everyone will be happy, and no one will say anything nonsense about the death of this unlucky guy.
If you are a disciple of literature and education, you will be an official through the imperial examination.
Most of the cultural and educational disciples were from the Han tribe, and if the whole family died, there would naturally be no future troubles, and if they died, they would just die.
If their family is lucky enough to have a direct descendant survive, in line with the "people-oriented" mentality, the court will allow their second to third sons to enter the Imperial College to study, so that all of them will have the hope of imperial examination and high school.
Or, they directly select a lucky person and use him according to the original official's rank, downgraded three levels.
The official hat fell out of thin air, and there was no need to pass the single-plank bridge in the imperial examination... How could the relatives of these dead officials be unhappy? In this way, the buttocks were also wiped clean, round and shiny.
Those dead wealthy businessmen are also easy to deal with.
If someone with a deep enough foundation and enough weight in the court speaks, then their close clan members will be selected to directly inherit all the family business, and that will be the end of the matter.
If you don't have enough backers and connections, you will inevitably lose part of it in the process of inheriting the family business. But after thinking about it, these heirs are willing to pay some price for acquiring an astronomically huge family fortune out of thin air.
As for those unlucky ones who have lost their heirs, their family property... will naturally be taken over by the imperial court, and their huge wealth will be used for the national economy and people's livelihood. As for whether it will be taken over by the Ministry of Household Affairs, the Taifu, even the Shaofu or the emperor's inner treasury.
, this gradual tearing means that all aspects must be covered with oil and water.
As for the civilians who died...
If you die, just die.
Ordinary people are like leeks. After one crop is cut, there will be another crop. They cannot afford to cause trouble. Or, if someone makes trouble, they don't need other powerful yamen to come forward. They can just let the patrolman Wu Hou reprimand them and throw a few coins at them.
Throw money into the pension and the matter will be suppressed.
The Queen Mother, the Emperor, the General, and the cultural and educational officials have never worked together like this.
The Dayin court was operating at an unprecedentedly high efficiency in the past century, and everyone tried their best. The attack on Yushunfang, which resulted in hundreds of thousands of casualties among officials and civilians, was actually covered up.
For several days, there were bursts of mourning in the Imperial College. Doctors and professors came forward and led the students to pay homage to Bai Changkong.
Under the deliberate guidance of caring people, after a few days of worship, the prison guards continued to go on outings, picnics, and went to the riverside with their beauties or beauties, where they showed off their elegance and even slept with prostitutes, letting the flames of youth run wild.
Burning also burned away the last memory of Bai Changkong that the supervisors had.
The wealthy supervisors who were once extremely respectful and filial to Bai Changkong also found a target to continue their filial piety. Boxes of gold and silver, boxes of jewelry, and all kinds of rare things poured into the new teachers like a stream.
at home.
In Baimafang, south of King Kong River, in a completed hall, Lu Qian was sitting cross-legged under a statue of the Great King Kong Power Bodhisattva. There were two dustpans in front of him. One was filled with secret incense powder, and the other was filled with powder.
, filled with incense sticks of different lengths and thicknesses.
Just like the drunken abbot and a group of elders at the inner gate of the Great Vajra Temple, Lu Qian practiced the exercises taught by the inner gate of the Great Vajra Temple, starting from rubbing incense sticks.
Concentrate wholeheartedly, and be in harmony with your energy and spirit.
Every fiber of the body, every bit of strength, is concentrated in the palm of the hand, compressing the fragrant powder with all its strength, and pressing the fluffy and soft fragrant powder into an incense stick that is as hard as gold and iron.
Nowadays, Lu Qian's stick of incense only costs three to five cents.
The evil monk had shown Lu Qian that the incense sticks kneaded by Abbot Shenzui himself were said to be because Abbot Shenzui was too old and had almost reached the limit of his lifespan.
One stick weighs nearly a hundred kilograms!
‘Crunch’… ‘Crunch’!
Lu Qian threw a crooked piece of incense stick into the dustpan, then picked up a handful of incense powder and started rubbing it vigorously.
Thousands of false sentences can be preached, but one true message can be preached.
The inner sect of the Great Vajra Monastery is a bit like the way natural diamonds are born.
After the Fire Realm, ignite the physical furnace forged in the Furnace Realm, use your own energy and spirit as fuel, calcine the body with high temperature and high pressure, and use huge power to knead, forge, crush, and fuse bit by bit to form the essence of the body.
sublimation.
Just like the elemental substance 'carbon', it can be soft and slippery graphite, or it can be extremely hard diamond.
"This makes sense."
"A grain of Bodhi seed, Buddhist Vajra power." Lu Qian murmured: "Use this Buddhist Vajra power as fire to burn the whole body. Tempering bit by bit, polishing bit by bit."
The incense powder in the palm continued to make a crunching sound, and a thread of incense slowly rubbed out from the gap in Lu Qian's palm.
"Even, balanced, pure in heart, empty in heart." Lu Qian silently recited the "Dragon Elephant Vajra Body" cultivation secrets taught to him by Monk Shi evil these past few days. The incense stick in his palm gradually became even in thickness and glossy in color.
That makes a lot of sense.
The Buddhist monk came in at some unknown time.
He quietly looked at Lu Chen rubbing the incense sticks and nodded slowly: "Dajajang Temple, after all, belongs to Buddhism. In cultivation, the first priority is to cultivate the mind. If you have the intention, you can practice it. You can imagine your own mind as a
As long as the dust on the dusty Vajra relic is brushed off, the true self can be penetrated and the root cause can be clearly understood."
Lu Qian raised his head, looked at the Buddhist monk shaking his head, and smiled.
He couldn't help but once again displayed the earth-shattering power of Duke Wenzhao: "The body is like a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Wipe it diligently at all times to avoid being stained with dust."
The evil monk was stunned, his eyes gradually widened, and a pair of bull's eyes almost popped out of his eye sockets.
He looked at Lu Yi with horror and confusion. After a long time, he suddenly hissed: "Lu Yi, are you the reincarnation of my true Buddhist Buddha? This, this, this... just these few words, I can't be your master.
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Lu Qian coughed lightly and said quietly: "Bodhi is not a tree, and a mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the first place, so how can it be stained with dust?"
With bottomless bad taste, Lu Qian gently tapped Monk Shie: "Master, you... are obsessed with your appearance."
"Why!"
The evil monk twitched, rolled his eyes, then closed his eyes and slowly sat down cross-legged.
The next moment, his heart and lungs lit up with a golden light, and the skin all over his body turned pale gold. A trace of brilliant light came out from his bare forehead, forming a statue on top of his head that resembled the King Kong in front of him.
The face of the statue of Power Bodhisattva is exactly the same, but it has three heads and six arms, holding a dragon and a faint shadow of a tiger.
The long roars of dragons and tigers resounded in Monk Shie's body, and the two golden flames that lit up in his heart and lungs quickly spread throughout his body, lighting up more than a hundred acupoints all over his body.
This is also the inheritance maintained by the Great Vajra Temple today, and the maximum number of apertures that can be opened in the furnace realm.
These acupoints also spurted out blazing flames. Monk Shie evil chanted the Buddha's name, and then the faint shadow above his head turned into a bit of golden light and quickly plunged into the sea of fire that filled his body.
Because of the Buddhist stanzas copied by Lu Qianwen, Monk Shie-Ei had an epiphany, and his cultivation reached the peak of the Fierce Fire Realm and entered the Golden Lotus Realm in one fell swoop.
Just listen to the roar of his muscles and bones, and the impact of his flesh and blood. He is nearly ten feet tall, and his body expands little by little, then compresses little by little, expands little by little, and compresses little by little.
Every time it swelled, the golden color on his skin became a little brighter.
With each compression, the golden color on his skin deepened.
After doing this one hundred and eight times, the color of Monk Ji-Ei's skin has become as if it were made of real gold.
His aura was more powerful than before, more than ten times more powerful. His heartbeat alone was like a war drum roaring, making the whole hall sway up and down.
Several great monks such as Shi E and Shi Jie hurried over. Seeing Shi E's appearance, they chanted the Buddha's name one after another, and then looked at Lu Qian without knowing why: "Senior brother, there are still seven or eight things to polish your cultivation."
Years later, you can enter the realm of growing golden lotus."
Lu Qian coughed lightly and recited the two gathas again.
The air in the hall shook, and wisps of light golden mist appeared out of thin air, slowly falling on everyone in the hall.
As a result, the aura of releasing evil became more and more powerful. Monk Shie and others also sat cross-legged on the ground with sacred faces, and their auras began to swirl rapidly.
Lu Qian's palms suddenly turned into a very light golden color.
'call'!
A terrible high temperature surged out of Lu Qian's body, burning all his clothes.
The flesh near his heart became translucent, and a pale golden flame the size of a thumb rose from the heart. The majestic breath of essence and blood was injected into the heart, and the golden flame grew larger and larger.
The high temperature swept through his body, and Lu Qian gritted his teeth, enduring the stimulation that burned like fire all over his body.
A clearly audible crisp sound was heard, and Lu Qian's physical strength soared, officially breaking through the limit of the world's secular body.
In the past few days, Lu Qian had killed countless black-scaled monsters. Endless power was accumulated in his body. Because he had reached the perfection of the furnace realm, these energies could not be consumed, and were given to his body every moment.
Caused tremendous pressure.
At this moment, the fire in the big orifice of his heart rose, and all the energy was put into it. Lu Qian's heart was like a crazy burning furnace, releasing monstrous flames.
