"Haha, Taoist temple is saved, I'm saved!" The little naughty boy in blue robe rushed over cheering and excitedly, and the drooping man on his head swayed. When he saw the things in the basket nearby, he was stunned again and said with a bitter face: "What are you? They are all gadgets, third brother, where is the gold?"

"Your Taoist name is called Huang Jinzi, just squat in." Xie Lingyun angrily patted the child's round head and made a bang! Looking at the junior brother holding his head and grinning his teeth, he laughed and said, "Do you have any insights about this stick? Huang Jinzi?" The child glared at him with anger and said, "No, my Taoist name is called Candied Haws."

Everyone in the courtyard laughed when they heard this. Chaotian Palace has always had such an atmosphere. Even if the disaster is coming, people can still talk and laugh.

This little naughty boy is named Hengbao. He is the fourth disciple of the true teachings in Guanshi. He is also the youngest inner disciple of the Guanshi Nanyangzi. He is only eight years old now.

All the Taoist disciples in the world are divided into two types. One is an ordinary disciple who recites scriptures and learns Taoism on weekdays and is also responsible for the choruses and rituals and other choruses; the other is a true disciple who can follow the master to learn the true method of cultivation. In contrast, one must pay attention to the qualifications of the mind and nature, especially those who are not kind-hearted will not pass on it.

Because Chaotian Palace is strict in collecting people and is almost nitpicking in the selection of true disciples, there are only four true disciples in the mountain gate, and there are 100 grain certificates and 50 grain school children.

Among the true disciples, the eldest brother Jiang Hao, who was twenty years old, was born in a farmer's child and had been practicing for six or seven years. He was a diligent and solid person; the second brother Xuan Ye was an abandoned child. When he was still in his infancy, he was cruelly thrown by his family on the roadside and almost froze to death. It was the old man in Nanyang who picked it up and raised it. At the age of seventeen, he had been practicing for six or seven years.

The third brother Xie Lingyun, a mysterious "Ke'er" who is fifteen years old, has not yet begun to practice the real alchemy. To this, the master said, "You don't have to hurry, a hundred days of foundation building is enough"; the younger brother Hengbao, a child of an ordinary family in Jinling, is too young, so he does some practical kung fu practice to prepare for entering the Jindan Avenue.

Now a few days ago, the master took his senior brother down the mountain to visit friends to see if he could borrow some money; the second senior brother went to Lingnan some time ago to travel and travel, not knowing when the return date will be; so on Yecheng Mountain, Xie Lingyun was already the head of the family...

"Uncle Boyou, come here to help and move these treasures out with me." Xie Lingyun summoned a master of the outer sect, Boyouzi, who was also the "Tongjing Taoist Priest" in Guanli. The two of them carried this heavy basket together and walked out of the Xishan Taoist Courtyard with everyone, and headed to the Sanqing Palace.

The group came to the wide courtyard in front of the hall outside the Sanqing Zheng Hall, and bypassed the green trees and the manger. In front of the two stone elixir furnaces in the middle of the courtyard, boxes of bluestone slabs were piled up, baskets of debris, and a corner of the exposed corner was filled with "guns" and many of them were worn out. No one was worth a lot of money in the past, and the Taoists were moving these debris to several four-wheeled wooden trucks.

"Ake." Seeing their figures and seeing the tall boy wearing a Xiaoyao scarf and a simple white Confucian shirt, more than a dozen people in the yard greeted each other, but when they saw Xie Lingyun's basket of "baby", they were all a little disappointed as Hengbao just now. That's not enough!

Do you really think I can turn stones into gold? After Xie Lingyun and Uncle Boyou put the basket on a cart, he turned around and said seriously to everyone: "It costs as much as you can. I know it's not enough, but should I go and steal it? Most of the time I've been beaten so hard that even the master can't recognize you. In the end, I'll lose money from home. Hengbao, why are you laughing? Adults and children go away and go! To be honest, now I can only hope that the master can borrow some of them."

Everyone nodded. Now that is the only way to raise money, who has any other way to raise money?

In fact, there are two other people in Chaotian Palace who are higher in seniority than Xie Lingyun. The two true masters are just useless.

Uncle Wankong never cared about these things, and he was crazy all day long, so don’t expect it; and the other, Uncle Lead Mercury, the number one alchemy master at the mountain gate, was also in the yard at this time. He was about fifty years old, with some gray hair on his forehead and short body, shorter than the fifteen-year-old Xie Lingyun, with a wooden hairpin on his head, wearing a black Taoist robe, and an exquisite patterned wooden gourd hanging on his waist. The most strange thing is that a fat and white adult Jinhua pig followed him.

"Oh!" Master Master Lead and Mercury was walking around several goods with a frown. Suddenly, he saw the authentic "Photo of Yuanqi" hanging on the wall of the alchemy room in the car. He finally couldn't help but howl: "Lingyun, Lingyun, you are taking the life of Uncle Master! Look at this car, you sold all the things in the view, how can this be done!"

He hurriedly took the picture of "Energy Image" from the car and hugged it in his arms, begging, "Stay this one?"

"No, uncle, don't worry, I have copied a new one in advance. Is it a master's handwriting? Don't care if it's a master's handwriting?" Xie Lingyun waved his hand and looked at his waist. His eyes lit up and blurted out: "You can't keep that gourd, hand it over!" Everyone also noticed that Hengbao laughed and pounced on him decisively to grab it. This gourd is more valuable than a sweatshirt!

The uncle of the master naturally refused. He ran around with the painting in one hand and covering the gourd with the other hand, dodging the fight between Hengbao behind him, screaming in a hurry: "These things are all treasures, these things are all treasures!! Ake, do you still have humanity? Oh, don't rob it, don't rob it..."

Looking at the noisy pursuit in front of him, no one stopped him. A few people were holding back their smiles. Xie Lingyun snorted, clasped his fists and arched into the sky, and said, "Mencius said: 'Kiss and be kind to the people, be kind to the people and love things.' A gentleman first loves his relatives, then loves the people, and then loves all things. Now the Taoist temple is hitting a great disaster. Does the uncle of the master ignore his relatives for the sake of his beloved things?"

"I'm not a gentleman, I'm a real person!!"

Uncle Master's scream went higher, and Hengbao ran away with sweat. Xie Lingyun shook his head helplessly, "Okay, Uncle Master, you forced me... He turned his head and looked at the big fat pig lying beside the stone pill stove, waved his fingers and shouted, "Hengbao, go and get the rope, tie up the longevity and pull it away!"

"Aolu--" The fat pig's ears moved, and he raised his head, and a hint of horror flashed in the pig's eyes.

"No!" Seeing that Hengbao turned around and ran to the side of the car, he took a thick rope for Xie Lingyun. Uncle Lead and Mercury seemed to have been hit by a fatal hole, and he stopped hiding, and ran away in panic: "You must never have the idea of ​​immortality! It has a bad relationship with me, because I owe him some affection. Before I paid it back, the Jade Emperor could not touch it!"

"Eternal Life" is a long-lasting pig. The so-called long-lasting pig is some pigs and cows raised in the temple. The monks will raise them until they die to show their mercy. There was also a long-lasting pig in the Bodhi Temple in the capital in the previous dynasty. After raising it for more than ten years, the monk cremated it and actually obtained more than a hundred relics. It was a pig that had already achieved enlightenment and became a spirit.

And this pig, one day two years ago, Master Lead and Mercury rarely had a little bit of walking around, so he went down the mountain to go shopping in the market. At that time, an old man was selling a new piglet from his own pigpen, and Changsheng was among them. Unexpectedly, when he saw Master, he stared and roared like crazy, and rushed over to bite him. He seemed to know how to talk. Uncle Master asked in shock, and then realized that they had a reason in their previous life and had not yet ended their bad fate. So Master bought it at a high price, and then offered it himself, and named it Changsheng.

Xie Lingyun shook the rope in his hand, turned his eyes in circles, and said carelessly: "Uncle Master, it depends on whether you kiss or love something."

"Ao!" Changsheng stood up, twisted the pig's mouth and howled, as if he was angry or uneasy.

"Don't bother, don't bother." Master Lead and Mercury quickly pulled out the plug of the wooden gourd, poured out a piece of red date and dried fruit, and fed it to the coming Changsheng. It stretched out its big tongue and rolled it, swallowed the dried fruit, and kicked the pig's legs, and ran away in a flash. Uncle Master immediately changed his mind and refused to hand over the "Yuan Qi Si Picture" and the gourd. He said weakly: "Ake, Taoist temple has indeed suffered a disaster this time, but what if it can't pay the tax pill? Can our mountain gate be really removed? But I don't believe it, do you believe it?"

Everyone looked at each other, Hengbao scratched his head, how could there be an answer?

This is the thing. During the autumn harvest period every year, the sects in the world had to pay taxes to the court, and the Taoist sects had to pay some elixirs and talismans to the Daolusi. The same is true for Jinling. It was fine before, but I didn't expect that this year I just collected all the elixirs and put them in the warehouse. Before they were transported out, they were all stolen by a giant thief.

This batch of elixirs is to be used to deal with the plagues arising in the north and to help the people. Although the case must be investigated and solved, the giant thief must be brought to justice, it is far away! It is said that the epidemic in the north is still increasing, so all the Taoist temples in Jinling will rush to make a batch of elixirs and hand them over within one month.

The most important one of the pills is called "Hui Tian Dan". As long as the life span is not over, those who are dying will be able to return to Yang Shengchun and not die in vain. However, the materials used in the Hui Tian Dan are precious and the temperature is difficult to master. Even the erbic elixir who specializes in practicing external alchemy often requires three furnaces of materials to refine one furnace, which consumes a lot of money. It is naturally even more difficult for the Danding elixir who specializes in practicing internal alchemy.

Now we have to make the pills that had been prepared for nearly a year within one month, especially one hundred Huitian pills...

For those rich Taoist temples, it’s nothing, just cutting a piece of meat; for Chaotian Palace, it’s moving mountains and filling the sea, the reason is very simple, there’s no money.

In fact, Chaotian Palace was once prominent. His ancestors had several high Taoists, and they still have the reputation of "Jinling Famous Temple" and still occupies one of the two fixed places for Grand View in Jinling, but they are even worse than Madhyamaka in terms of silver and money and number of disciples. They are so poor that they are all poor in food, clothing, housing and transportation. Even the walls of the Taoist temple are broken, and they have no money to repair them.

It is not because of the "door rules". The people are strictly accepted, so there are few people. There is no shop business that competes for profit with the people, and they do not charge incense money, go down the mountain to go to vegetarians and go to clinics, but they often help the poor and poor, so they are poor.

Let’s take a look at another grand view of the city, "Shen Optimism". There are nearly 500 people in the mountain gate, and there are more than 50 true disciples. The master Tian Chengzi has a profound cultivation and is the "Guardian of Jinling" enthroned by the court... He has tens of thousands of acres of farmland, dozens of real estate shops, and a continuous stream of incense. He has to collect money for everyone to treat diseases. The guests of wealthy families open an official ceremony every once in a while to preach and develop believers...

These have created the richest and most prestigious Xuanguan in the city, the largest Jinling view! The people have a mentality, the more they are, the more powerful they are. In addition, the optimistic people secretly slandered them, Chaotian Palace's kindness and kindness has become incapable to win over the hearts of the people.

The people of Chaotian Palace like quietness and do not want to get involved in some unnecessary entanglements. They have rarely paid attention to optimism in the past. In the past, they can maintain a peaceful and happy life by relying on the dozens of acres of land passed down by the ancestors. Now it is really a penny that can stump the heroes. Where can I buy materials to refine elixirs if I don’t have money? Moreover, because the supply is in short supply, the prices of medicinal materials in the Jinling area have been rising every day.

Not paying the tax pill will not only lose reputation and face, but also a kind of dereliction of duty. At the least, it will be reduced from the Grand View to the Mass. At the worst, even the mountain gate that has been raised for hundreds of years will be demolished by the court and punished as a wild temple! Even if there is a reason for the matter, who told you that the Grand View is coming?

According to the preliminary budget, Chaotian Palace has to take out at least 200 taels of gold to drive out this batch of elixirs, that is, more than 2,000 taels of silver! However, the total money is less than 100 taels of silver... Even if the dozens of acres of land were sold, less than 500 taels of silver were raised, let alone what to do in the future?

This is why the entire Chaotian Palace is rummaging up and down.

"At most, we will be punished to be demoted to Madhyamaka. Madhyamaka is Madhyamaka, and no one can die." Master Lead and Mercury still hugged the scroll tightly, while scanning everyone, sighing with difficulty: "We should have expected that this day will become Madhyamaka, and life will be easier."

The Taoist temples in the world are divided into large, medium and small levels, and there is also a "ancestral courtyard", which is the first mountain gate of the founding sect, the birthplace of a sect. Usually the ancestral courtyard is the strongest among all the mountain gates of the sect, and it also enjoys the highest position of the imperial court.

For example, the ancestral courtyard of the Southern Sect of the Danding School is the "Tongbai Sect" on Tiantai Mountain in Taizhou. Some sects have many ancestral courtyards due to their historical origins. For example, the ancestral courtyards of the Northern Sect of the Danding School include the "Chongyang Palace", "Yongle Palace" and "Tai Chi Palace".

The levels of the mountain gate are different, the status of the court, the number of Taoist certificates, etiquette specifications, tax magnitude, etc. will also vary accordingly. There are only two Grand View quotas in Jinling: Chaotian Palace, Shenyang Optimism.

"How can you say that..." Everyone felt that it was inappropriate when they heard this. It would be a lifelong shame to be unable to defend the ancestor's foundation. Thinking about it makes you feel goosebumps all over your body. And is it that simple?

"Submit it!" Xie Lingyun spread his palms, his expression getting colder and colder. Uncle Master, of course he can't say that!

Putting aside reputation and shame, this is really a critical moment of life and death. How many Taoist temples in Jinling are waiting for the unlucky day and night, waiting for the Chaotian Palace? Lu Long Temple, Yuxu Temple, Dongshen Palace... Only when Chaotian Palace falls can they have the chance to be promoted to Grand View. Shenyang Optimism? On the contrary, everyone has accumulated deep resentment for hundreds of years and cannot go one way at all. Shenyang Optimism hopes to flatten Yecheng Mountain today!

If the tax pill cannot be paid this time and the number is too far apart, wouldn’t it give them the best excuse? The power of Shenyang is too great. Once the believers are mobilized to surround the mountain, the people will not need the approval of the court. In order to "calm the public anger", a decree and then report can be used to remove the mountain gate of Chaotian Palace! Because everyone knows that Chaotian Palace is really weak...

If the defeat is successful, it will be even more difficult to deal with. Otherwise, how could a person who is as fame and fortune as such a master would run around and ask people to borrow money with shamelessness?

Thinking of this, Xie Lingyun couldn't help feeling sad about it and was not in the mood to joke. He shouted sternly: "Uncle Master, you can go to the pawnshop to redeem it; if you lose your ambition, where can you redeem it!?"

Yes, the mountain gate must not be demoted, nor can it fall down! Everyone clenched their fists, and suddenly Uncle Boyou, who was silent all the way, shouted: "Ake, I remember that there is a mahogany book box in my room, I'll get it now!" After that, he quickly walked away.

"I..." Master Lead and Mercury held the baby and stared at him in a daze for a while. He was also a little guilty when he was drunk by the nephew's stick, and it seemed that he had been reduced to intermediate level... He finally let go of his hand and slowly handed over the scroll and gourd.

Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief. Xie Lingyun smiled with his face and reached out to pat his shoulder: "Uncle Master, you are indeed a gentleman." Uncle Master gave him a blank look and couldn't bear to see them being put into the car. He turned his head and said angrily: "I chose to kiss him, I am a pig, you are also a pig."

Hengbao next to him heard this, but he ignored the dried fruits in the gourd and chuckled while eating, "Uncle Master, even if you are a long-lasting pig, I am a long-lasting cow."

Without paying attention to the teacher, Xie Lingyun directed everyone to continue to move a basket of items. When they were all moved, Uncle Boyou also came back with an old mahogany book box panting. Xie Lingyun shouted "Go, go down the mountain." A large pedestrian pulled five carts and took all the property of the entire audience to pawn.

On the side of the courtyard in front of the palace, looking at Xie Lingyun's back, Master Lead and Mercury was so melancholy that he kept sighing, "This A Ke, this A Ke!"

The senior brother of the sect always said that among the disciples, Xie Ke'er won the most, and also had the best physical qualifications, the smartest mind and the highest blessing. If Chaotian Palace can revive in the future, it must be because of Xie Ke'er... But now, this guy wants to sell the entire Taoist temple completely!
Chapter completed!