Chapter 61 The Taoist with a sweet mouth and a stubborn sword

Fan Wencheng is to Huang Taiji, just like Zhang Liang is to Liu Bang and Zhuge is to Liu Bei...

This Ming scholar led the way on the battlefield and was a powerful general. He participated in the formulation of official rules and regulations in the court, and improved the backward nomadic slavery into a feudal slavery that suited the national conditions of the Jin Dynasty, and a standard general and minister.

After the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, Fan Wencheng took every detail and carried out various activities to win people's hearts. Such as restraining Chongzhen's body, worshiping Ming Tombs, and reducing taxes in a fixed amount... He made great contributions to the Manchus being able to sit in the Chinese country.

These shocking achievements that recorded history were only one-tenth of Fan Wencheng's actual achievements. Because when he revised the record of Taizong, he destroyed many historical events he participated in. In the Qing Dynasty, there were only slaves, and there was no such thing as a master. The fundamental purpose of his doing this was probably because he did too many things that shamed his ancestor Fan Zhongyan.

Fan Wencheng is the 17th generation grandson of Fan Zhongyan and can be verified from generation to generation.

Such a person is not killed, it is like letting Liu Bang go on the Hongmen Banquet. Ganlu Temple spared Liu Bei. After a thousand years, someone would curse on the forum: "The money is a serious crime that ruins my China! It should be the punishment of electric drilling on the chrysanthemum!"

"You recognize me?" Fan Wencheng was stunned.

——If I recognize you, I will talk so much nonsense to you!

Qian Yiqun laughed: "Do you have an older brother named Fan Wencai?"

"That's right!" Fan Wencheng felt relieved when he saw Qian Yiqun lower the ancient sword in his hand, "It's my brother!"

"I was in Shenyang back then and I was taken care of by your brother." Qian Yiqun stood up and pulled Fan Wencheng up.

People are in desperate situations, and even if they catch a straw, they will be used as a life-saving boat. As long as there is a trace of light, they will pounce on it, regardless of whether it is the Flame Mountain or the Top of Light in front of them!

Fan Wencheng immediately felt sore in his nose and sighed in his heart: The fact that life is ups and downs is too unexpected!

"Master, you can't just give up on your own people!" Someone recovered and shouted loudly.

"Fuck!" Qian Yiqun cursed, "You asked me to kill him, just to avenge today! You are also a selfish villain! The Taoist once received the favor of his brother, how could he attack him!"

"The Taoist priest is really wise!" Fan Wencheng stood beside Qian Yiqun and said, "Wen Cheng will definitely not forget the Taoist priest's grace of living today."

"It's easy to say," Qian Yiqun smiled, "The Taoist is like duckweed running through water, and he might rely on Brother Fan in the future."

Fan Wencheng laughed: "How dare you?" He said: "Master, these people today..."

"Let's spare their lives." Qian Yiqun pretended to be a cable car, "When the Taoist uses magic to send you home, you won't have to travel a long distance."

Fan Wencheng was overjoyed.

Qian Yiqun smiled and said, "But the Taoist has a temper, so it's a joke."

"Please tell me, Taoist priest." Fan Wencheng dared not to laugh at him.

"The Taoist never does nothing." Qian Yiqun said bluntly, "You are your own family, but the rules cannot be abolished. You don't care about anything you have, and you don't care about your nobles and lows. Just give it to the Taoist."

When Fan Wencheng heard that he wanted money, he completely relaxed his guard. He only thought that if Qian Yiqun wanted to kill him, it would be like crushing an ant to death, and then all his treasures would be his. Now as long as the silver is paid, he must have made this good relationship.

The problem is that he pretended to be a monk and touched his whole body was not a single article.

"What are jade pendants, copper coins, sweat scarves, Bodhizi... just fulfilling the rules of Taoists." Qian Yiqun said generously.

Fan Wencheng's heart tightened and said to himself: This Bodhizi is my magic weapon to protect myself and save my life, but he liked it. Yes, it is reasonable that this magic weapon defeated his Yin Thunder and was thought of by him. But I was reluctant to give it to him...

He said, "Master Taoist, this Bodhis son is a treasure borrowed by my younger brother from the inner courtyard. If he cannot return it when he returns, he will be punished."

"Oh? The treasure in the inner courtyard?" Qian Yiqun said in surprise, "That Taoist dare not ask for it."

Fan Wencheng felt relieved and said to himself: This Taoist is quite easy to talk to.

"But please look at it." Qian Yiqun said with a smile.

"This..." Fan Wencheng was a little embarrassed and thought to himself: If he didn't agree to this, he might turn against him. Forget it, what can he do if he really doesn't return me? Just get out first.

As soon as he thought of this, Fan Wencheng removed the string of Buddhist beads from his neck and handed them to Qian Yiqun with both hands, still holding them with his own hands.

Qian Yiqun took the Buddhist beads and counted them. Every time he counted out ten, he turned his wrist and put it on his hand. In this way, he naturally pulled the part that Fan Wencheng was holding.

"Only ninety-eight." After Qian Yiqun counted, the Buddhist beads were wrapped around his arm.

Fan Wencheng felt aching in his heart and said to himself: It seems that this Buddhist bead has gone but never returned. He said: "Every time this Bodhis seed blocks a fatal injury, it will break a piece. Since its refinement, it has saved the Great Sweat three times and six times. Today I use it again."

"It's indeed a good life-saving baby!" Qian Yiqun exclaimed, "In this way, are you afraid that the inner courtyard will be sent to you? Don't be afraid, I will explain it to Jin Khan in person in the future."

"this……"

"After you go back, tell Nurhaci that you should do less battles and remember the four words "stop when you are ready." Qian Yiqun said aloud.

When everyone heard this, they were surprised: Why is this Taoist priest so confused? Didn’t he even say that the slave chief Huang Taiji? Why did he touch me?

Fan Wencheng frowned and said, "Master Taoist, Anba Gengyin Khan has entered the temple."

"Yes, I know." Qian Yiqun smiled, "So..."

The long sword came out silently, and it was indeed a peerless sword with hair blowing and broken hair!

Qian Yiqun shook the Bodhizi in his hand: "That's why I asked you to tell me." Seeing that he succeeded in the attack, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart: Sometimes it can be done by engaging in a tiger.

Everyone present saw a sudden change, and then realized that Qian Yiqun had deceived Fan Wencheng's self-defense treasure, and then stabbed him to death with one sword! However, he could not vent his anger that had been frustrated just now, but he was more afraid of Qian Yiqun. They all thought to themselves: This sweet-skinned sword is really terrible!

Fan Wencheng's eyes were protruding, and his mouth made a hoho sound, and he finally leaned back unwillingly.

Qian Yiqun was about to step forward to finish the wolf demon shaman, but someone shouted behind him: "People are left under the Taoist sword."

Qian Yiqun looked back and found that Wang Xinyi had woken up and was sitting on the Grand Master's chair serving from left to right to drink ginseng soup.

Wang Xinyi said: "Master Taoist, after all, we must talk about the king's law, so we should not overload lynching."

"If he recovers, who is sure to subdue him?" Qian Yiqun asked.

Wang Xin turned his head and said nothing more. He wanted Qian Yiqun to do his best, but when he saw Qian Yiqun ask this, he knew that he was not happy. Since Qian Yiqun was not happy, others were not reliable, so it would be better to finish it with one sword.

Qian Yiqun used a backhand sword and stabbed into the neck of the wolf demon shaman. The blood from the carotid artery shot out, making a hissing sound, constantly in hissing.

This time, even Chen Jiru turned his head away and couldn't bear to look at him.

Qian Yiqun shook the long sword, and the blood beads left on the sword fell to the ground, as clean as if they had been scrubbed. He picked up Bai Feng's scabbard from the ground, returned the sword to the scabbard, and placed it on the desk.

"The Grand Secretary," Qian Yiqun said to Wang Xin, "Although you retire, you should be loyal to the country. Today's affairs should be reported to the court so that the officials in the temple can learn about the ambitions of Jiannu."

"What the Taoist priest said is very true, but who is Fan Wencheng?" Since Wang Xinyi knew that Qian Yiqun was not old with Fan Wencheng, he could still call Fan Wencheng's name. Obviously, this person has a lot of reputation in the north. Killing the enemy's general Xianzhan was also a great achievement.

Qian Yiqun knew his thoughts, so he exaggerated the role and achievements of Fan Wencheng. Everyone applauded: It is indeed a blessing for my Heavenly Dynasty when the slave chief left such a big arm!

After Qian Yiqun finished speaking, he said seriously: "Just just now, this thief wanted to talk about the stage of cultivation. Where did he have such a good heart? He just wanted to say something specious and trick us Ming monks into taking the wrong path."

Everyone naturally believed Qian Yiqun at this time, and even nodded when they scolded the man just now.

Qian Yiqun took a breath and said, "Actually, it is not difficult to be extraordinary."

In this bloody hall, everyone held their breath and listened to Qian Yiqun talking: "The spiritual aggregates of ordinary people are either insufficient or impure, so it is difficult to stimulate the spiritual mind. As long as you see the sea of ​​spiritual aggregates, you will naturally see the true seeds and embark on the smooth path of cultivation."

"Master, how should I inspire you?" someone from the hall asked.

The rest of the people listened in a slanted manner, and even old Confucianism like Chen Jiru was unavoidable.

"There are many methods in the world, and you will naturally have them if you worship a wise master." Qian Yiqun said.

"Master Taoist, please take care of the Taoist Taoist!" The brave one came forward and bowed.

Qian Yiqun took a step back and said, "I have a shallow cultivation and cannot accept disciples."

"Master, where can I have guidance from a wise master?" Someone also thought Qian Yiqun was cruel and ruthless. He was afraid that even the bones would not survive when he entered his sect, so he asked other wise masters.

"A wise master can meet but not ask for, but all the evil masters defeat the saints." Qian Yiqun waved his hand and said, "The Taoist only knows: to cultivate oneself and cultivate one's mind, the master will have faith."

"Please give me a clear guide!"

Qian Yiqundao was familiar with this. Didn’t he say this before? With this sentence, you can see the importance of a wise master. Ordinary teachers can only teach you what you have learned and set a path for your disciples. However, the wise master explains the true nature of a disciple. Without a path, they will naturally become enlightened and understand step by step.

"Everyone has their own actions, and they are different." Qian Yiqun said, "It's like seeing a doctor, with different medicines, and different medicines. How can we generalize them?"

Everyone thinks that this is true. If a doctor encounters any disease and only gives a prescription, he will definitely be beaten out. This is true for ordinary doctors, let alone practice secret techniques?
Chapter completed!