"I hereby entrust you with the edict of the Supreme Taoist Patriarch: Xiao Yan, Emperor Wu of the Liang Dynasty, credulously believed in the Hu religion, so he suffered hundreds and thousands of calamities. He did not change his evil heart, and he was killed and stabbed. Such was his destiny, and he walked into the poisonous fire. He has no regrets.
And, the number of days is bound to be misty and perish. But remembering that you have the heart to follow the Tao in the past and the act of atonement later, I hereby order you to be the horned wood dragon of the twenty-eight constellations, and live among the constellations in the sky. I hope you will practice your duties conscientiously.
To protect the heaven and the earth, you are so powerful!"
As Kong Qing's words fell, a golden ray of light shot out from the scroll held by the Laojun statue in the Tai Chi Hall, and fell on the Poison Dragon Soul shaking its head and tail below.
The next moment, Emperor Wu of Liang Xiao Yan's dragon soul rose up in the golden light and began to absorb the power of the incense and wish below to reshape his divine body.
When he saw that his husband had indeed begun to reshape his body, Xi Hui, whose face was full of fatigue, took a long breath and relaxed.
fine!
Although his lover's body is now destroyed and he has to change his way to Shintoism, the good thing is that the dragon soul is still alive, and after accepting the Taoist sect's edict, as long as the incense continues, it can be regarded as another form of immortality.
.
Then, Xi Hui turned his head and saluted Kong Qing with a gentle expression.
"Thank you, real person!"
“Not worth a thank you!”
Kong Qing raised his hand, a breeze lifted Xi Hui up, and said with a smile.
"It's just a fair transaction, as long as Queen Xi remembers that you still owe my Taoist sect three thousand merits! That's right..."
While talking, Kong Qing took out a pamphlet from his sleeve.
"In order to prevent Queen Xi from being confused about how to repay these three thousand merits, Pindao specially compiled a merit book for Queen Xi based on big data. It records in detail what merits can be obtained by doing good deeds. Queen, you can refer to it.
one time."
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Xi Hui was immediately stunned.
Since when has merit become so accurate that it can be as ridiculous as how much merit you do for how many good deeds you do?
"Queen, take it!"
Kong Qing looked at Xi Hui, who was a little dazed, and handed the pamphlet in his hand to him.
"Remember, only the good deeds on the booklet are done will have merit. Things like the things your husband Xiao Yan did before, such as sending money and land to the monk temple, have no merit at all. Don't make a mistake.
Yes! In addition, Pindao can give you, the queen, a little slack in terms of time, but the total number cannot be less than three thousand!"
"Please rest assured, real person!"
Xi Hui looked at Lang Jun rolling up and down in the golden light, gritted his teeth, and reached out to take the book in his hand.
"I'll set out now, I'm sure these three thousand merits will not be missing at all!"
A quarter of an hour later, the poisonous dragon Xi Hui soared into the sky in the strong wind, and flew away into the distance with a body of poisonous fire flames.
Kong Qing stood in the square in front of the Tai Chi Hall, watching the poisonous dragon leaving, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he smiled very happily, as if he saw a lot of merits coming towards him.
Three thousand merits are three consecutive drawings of ten, which are three guaranteed artifacts!
Maybe within these three times, I can draw the Xuanyuan Sword...
Just when Kong Qing was thinking about these three thousand merits, he suddenly felt someone tugging at his clothes gently from behind. He turned around and found that it was Erwen Niang, a searching fox with a strange look on her face.
"Twenty Mother, what happened?"
"Your Majesty, Shu Chuo has received news from Qingdu Temple, saying that Duke Cheng Yaojin of Su State has gone to Qingdu Temple to find you several times!"
Twenty Niang let go of Kong Qing's clothes and said seriously.
"Now the other party is playing rogue in our Qingdu Temple, saying that if he doesn't see you today, he will live in your yard, sleep on your bed, and blow his nose on your bed!"
"Cheng Yaojin doesn't want to live his life anymore?"
Kong Qing raised his eyebrows, looking confused.
"Even if he has the incense to become a god, he shouldn't be in a hurry to become a god...wait! Pindao remembered that the last time he saw King Qin, didn't he also say that he should give priority to the plan and put an end to it? Cheng Yaojin had to go
Will it be postponed later?”
…
Bang!
A random door appeared in the courtyard of Kongqing, Qingdu Temple.
When Kong Qing walked out of the door, the first thing he saw was a fat man lying on his recliner, dangling from side to side.
"Mr. Su Guo, you are so leisurely!"
"Qingwei, you are finally back!"
After seeing Kong Qing appear, Cheng Yaojin immediately beamed with joy and jumped out of the recliner as soon as he turned over.
"If you don't show up again, I don't know what to do?"
"oh?"
Kong Qing had a trace of doubt on his face and pointed to the seat on one side.
"What is it that makes you so anxious, Mr. Su Guo? Sit down and speak slowly if you have anything to say!"
"Is such that……"
Cheng Yaojin did not follow his instructions and sit down at the table. Instead, he stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, saying mysteriously.
"Our king wants to recommend a Heavenly Star Righteous God to Taishang Laojun, but he is worried that he will not receive the letter he sent to Laojun, so he wants to ask Qingwei to do him a favor!"
"What did Pindao think was going on..."
Kong Qing smiled sarcastically, waved his whisk, and calmly brushed Cheng Yaojin's hand away, and continued.
"Isn't it the Zuo Fu You Bi who Fang Mo Du Duan has done? Pindao has already written to Lao Jun for instructions, no problem!"
"Qingwei, you misunderstood!"
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Cheng Yaojin immediately waved his hands.
"It's not about Xuanling and Keming."
"If it's not Fang Moudu, then who is it..."
Kong Qing tapped his shoulder with the white jade whisk in his hand, and then guessed.
"Is it Changsun Wuji's literary music, or Shu Bao's martial arts, or Ju Men, Swaggering or something like that?"
Cheng Yaojin waved his hand again, indicating that Kong Qing had guessed everything wrong.
"neither……"
"Oh! Pindao guessed it!"
Kong Qing rolled his eyes and said with a smile.
"Then Duke Su Guo, you want to be a god. Congratulations! By the way, I don't know what star position His Highness the King of Qin wants to ask for for you, Duke Su Guo. Don't worry, with your relationship with Pindao, Pindao will definitely
Great help.”
"Alas! It's not me..."
Cheng Yaojin looked left and right, then leaned close to Kong Qing's ear and whispered.
"It's Feng Deyi. King Qin wants to make him the King of Broom Stars, so he wants to ask Qingwei for your help."
After hearing Cheng Yaojin's words, Kong Qing was speechless for a moment.
Someone pushed Feng Deyi to the position of minister's right servant, and then came to recommend Feng Deyi to be the broom star king...
Can!
This is very Li Erfeng!
"I see……"
Kong Qing raised his hand, rubbed his face with the white jade whisk, and said pretending not to care.
"But Prime Minister Feng Deyi has just become the right servant of Shangshu. King Qin and Duke Su don't have to be so anxious. You are still playing rogue here in Pindao."
"How could I not be in a hurry..."
As soon as Kong Qing finished speaking, Cheng Yaojin continued speaking anxiously.
"Now that old man Feng Deyi is already on the bedside and may report to Huangquan at any time. If you don't show up again, Qingwei, I'm worried that the task assigned to me by King Qin will not be completed."
"What? Feng Deyi is actually lingering on the bedside and may report to Huangquan at any time..."
After hearing this sentence, Kong Qing was indeed very surprised.
How can this be?
Pindao also planned to wait two days to quietly go to Feng Deyi's house to give him a show of remorse and keep his reputation for being outspoken. But... I haven't done anything yet, so you can do it yourself.
collapsed!
Could it be...
Kong Qing held his chin with a white jade whisk, a look of doubt on his face.
I got it right this time. Feng Deyi, a three-faced spy, really cannot be the minister's right servant. If he does, will he die?
"All right!"
After Kong Qing thought for a while, he nodded.
"Since this is the future Lord Ziweixing's decision, I believe that I will not reject it without any fuss. Duke Su Guogong, please reply to King Qin and say that Pindao will definitely..."
Before Kong Qing could finish what he said, he heard a rush of footsteps coming from outside the courtyard, and then Kong Qing saw the accountant Cong Houfu running in from the outside with a panicked look on his face.
"Master, something bad has happened!"
"Uncle Cong, don't be anxious..."
Kong Qing raised his hand and pressed it towards Cong Houfu, signaling him to calm down.
"I'm here, no matter what happens, it doesn't matter, so don't worry, take a breath first, and then speak slowly."
Cong Houfu opened his mouth, took two breaths according to Kong Qing's instructions, and then continued.
"Master, this is bad! Our pilgrims in the temple are going to be bullied to death!"
"oh?"
After hearing his words, Kong Qing raised his eyebrows, and a sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"It's really strange that there are still people who dare to cause trouble in Pindao's temple!"
"The head of the courtyard is not in our temple..."
After seeing that Kong Qing had misunderstood, Cong Houfu quickly explained.
"It's the pilgrim in our temple who is about to be bullied to death by her family!"
After hearing his words, Kong Qing was speechless and silently raised his head.
Is Cong Houfu out of his mind?
Why should a pilgrim be bullied by his family? Shouldn't he go to the Yamen for such a matter?
All right!
Nowadays, the yamen doesn’t seem to care about housework, but no matter where it should be, Pindao doesn’t care about it here. What’s the matter with you finding Pindao...
After seeing Kong Qing's changing expression, Cong Houfu finally realized that there was still something wrong with his words, and quickly went on to explain.
"Master, this pilgrim is a big customer, the kind who has donated a lot of money for incense..."
"oh!"
After hearing this, Kong Qing felt a little relieved, but he remained unmoved.
Even if the other person is his bread and butter, I can't control him being bullied by his own family!
"That's Yang Mudan, the eldest lady of the Yang family who often came here to offer incense!"
"What?"
After hearing Yang Mudan's name, Kong Qing instantly turned to look at Cong Houfu.
"The eldest lady of the Yang family is about to be bullied to death by her family? Uncle Cong, please tell Pindao in detail."
"this……"
After Cong Houfu took a few breaths, he pointed to the door with his finger.
"I can't tell you clearly! In charge of the courtyard, Cui Qiao, the maid of Madam Yang's wife, is outside the door right now. How about I ask her to come in and tell you."
The corners of Kong Qing's mouth twitched and he waved silently.
A few minutes later, Cuiqiao, the little maid who had followed Yang Mudan to find Kong Qing's life, appeared next to Cong Houfu with a frightened expression. After seeing Kong Qing, she burst into tears.
"Little fairy, please save my wife, she is about to be tortured to death by those bad guys from the Wu family!"