Enrolled Celestial Master

Chapter 1 Poverty

knock knock knock.

At five o'clock, before dawn, the golden lacquered lion head tin ring in King Annan's mansion was knocked lightly, and the dull sound echoed in the empty alley.

There was no answer at the door.

knock knock knock.

Chi Yingyang outside the door still did not give up and knocked on the door again and again, finally the door of Prince Annan's Mansion was knocked open.The gatekeeper of the Wangfu frowned and opened the door, cursing in a low voice: "The disturbing dream at the fifth watch, what is this—"

After hearing this, Chi Yingyang sighed inwardly.

He also didn't want to get up at the fourth watch and arrive outside the palace gate at the fifth watch.

It's still dark, who wouldn't want to roll around on the bed with the quilt in their arms?

But there is no way, Chi Yingyang is too poor.

He was originally a person who practiced Taoism and became an immortal, and he was proficient in mountain medicine, destiny divination,

Mountains are for body training; medicine is for medicine and alchemy; fate is for fortune-telling; relatives can be related to heaven, earth, and people; Can calculate.

300 years ago, he practiced meditation, and when he opened his eyes, his cultivation base had improved, but the country changed his name when he left the mountain, and the new country name was Ning.

The country name has changed, the bank has collapsed, and all the bank notes in his hand have been invalidated.

Before entering meditation, he was very rich, but now, except for the three copper coins used for fortune-telling, he has no copper coins from Ningguo, and he is really poor and crying.

It's fine for him to be poor alone, but earlier, he saw two orphans with strange faces, pure thoughts, talents who learned Taoism, so he couldn't hold back and picked up two little apprentices.

The poor two orphans and apprentices followed him through poverty, huddled in a makeshift thatched hut, and had no rice or meat to eat.

And the poor master can only take his two little disciples to eat millennium ginseng bitterly every day, or gnaw licorice, or eat some sugar beans of Guben Peiyuan Dan for a change, and live in poverty.

The day was really miserable.Those who hear it are sad, and those who hear it cry!

In Chi Yingyang's eyes, the thousand-year-old ginseng was almost like a weed. 300 years ago, on the mountain where Chi Yingyang lived, the thousand-year-old ginseng and ten-thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum were like weeds, which could not be eaten every day, and they regenerated when the spring breeze blew.

Anyway, you don't have to worry about eating grass, but you can worry about the clothes you need to wear.Spring was over, and other people's children had already put on new clothes, but his two apprentices were still wearing the same clothes they had just met, and there was no extra cloth for patches.

The well-behaved apprentice wore ripped clothes, which made Chi Yingyang very sad and blamed himself very much.

He was really too poor, so before dawn, Chi Yingyang came to knock on the door to make money.

At this time, the gate of the Wangfu was opened, although the guard of the Wangfu was impatient with the knocking sound, but when he saw Chi Yingyang's face, his murmurs were lowered.

Although Chi Yingyang looked downcast in his inconspicuous coarse cloth Tsing Yi, he had an impressive temperament, a slender figure, handsome features, and warm eyes.Especially the skin texture, delicate and fair, fluffy, delicate like a baby's face, at first glance, he is a handsome young man who can only be raised by a wealthy family, even the coarse cloth and green clothes can't hide his jade-like temperament.

Even the guard of the royal residence, who had seen many nobles, couldn't help being amazed when he saw Chi Yingyang, this down-and-out young man was really good-looking.

He has no education, only eight words are left in his mind at the moment:

Mr. Pianpian is unparalleled in the world.

The gatekeeper of the palace opened the door, put away his curse, and asked in a good voice, "My lord, you knocked on the door of King Annan's palace, do you have an invitation? Which master of the palace are you looking for?"

Chi Yingyang came prepared. He looked up at the doorman on the steps, with clear eyes, and said confidently: "I am the second-generation sect master of the Yanyi sect. You can call me Mr. Chi. I am here to save King Annan." The three lives of Wangfei, Xiaoshizi and Second Miss."

Chi Yingyang's voice was like a clear spring dripping green, clearer and more pleasant.But the content of these words, to the ears of the palace guards, is a curse.

The gatekeeper of the palace: "..."

The gatekeeper of the palace: "..."

The gatekeeper of the palace: "..."

The gatekeeper of the Wangfu was silent for a while, and performed a stunt of changing his face in front of Chi Yingyang, his respectful expression faded instantly, replaced by a look of contempt: "You really don't look like you, you are such a handsome and beautiful son, you cursed the two masters of the Wangfu as soon as you opened your mouth ? You have hands and feet, and a good-looking face. Why not go there, but want to deceive people? Why send some sect master, where is the liar, get out of here."

Chi Yingyang didn't back down, insisted: "Listen to me, if it wasn't for the tragedy that happened two minutes later, how would I need to get up at four o'clock and come to the palace to knock on the door at five o'clock? Besides, this is the third article of your palace. Life!"

The gatekeeper of the palace got angry, and pulled out the silver knife from his waist: "What a tragedy! Three lives? We only have the concubine and the prince in our palace. Where did the second girl come from? You can't even find out if you lied to me. Get out! Don't blame me for killing you when it's too late!" Send it to the government!"

Chi Yingyang finally took a few steps back, and before turning around, he said: "After two quarters, if you find that the son of the royal family is missing, you can look for me at the stall on East Eighth Street. I have been setting up a stall there every day for fortune-telling."

The blade of the gate guard of the palace drew a silver light, and he laughed angrily: "If you curse our master again, I will call someone to arrest you at East Eighth Street!"

Chi Yingyang shook his head with a smile, and drifted away.

Floating to the end of the alley, Chi Yingyang couldn't get up anymore.

At the end of the alley, there are two little radish dices, with their familiar tattered clothes, one can tell they are his two little apprentices, ten-year-old Chi Jinyan and eight-year-old Chi Shenxing.

Two diced radish wiped away tears brightly.

The eldest disciple Chi Jinyan sobbed: "Master, you taught us that doctors don't knock on doors, Taoism doesn't send hexagrams; Dharma doesn't leave space, ask first and then respond. But you sent yourself to the door in order to support us, and you were punished People are driven out, we are too burdensome for Master..."

Chi Yingyang tapped the top of his head with the back of his finger, and said: "What's the drag, Master is very poor. But soon, we will be able to eat meat!"

The two disciples were still sobbing.

Chi Yingyang squatted down, wiped the teardrops on the face of little disciple Chi Shenxing with his fingertips, and said softly: "Don't cry, you are already blind, and you will become even blinder if you cry. If you can't eat meat today, Master will take your last name." .”

Chi Shenxing: "..."

Although Chi Yingyang wanted to cry himself, but the man did not flick his tears easily, so he held back.Taking out a bottle of Guben Peiyuan Pill per person from the Qiankun bag, Chi Yingyang said in as light a tone as possible: "There must be meat to eat tonight. Be careful, you can take Shenxing back to the house and go back to practice the Golden Light Mantra." At noon, I ate jelly beans first, and ginseng grass can’t be eaten often, your health can’t bear it. Master will come back tonight and take you to eat more delicious meat.”

The eldest disciple Chi Jinyan nodded with tears in his eyes: "Okay, Master, let's practice early and help Master later."

Chi Shenxing kept nodding: "It's good to have something to eat. Before I met Master, I used to lick the rainwater. Master doesn't have to work too hard."

After hearing this, Chi Yingyang was very moved, but also very ashamed.

It is because the master is too poor that the disciple suffers.

……

Sending away the two disciples, Chi Yingyang, who was determined to earn a small amount of money to support his disciples, went to set up a stall on East Eighth Street.The other fortune tellers sat on chairs with a table in front of them, Chi Yingyang didn't even have one.He casually sat cross-legged on the ground, with a small flag erected beside him, which read "Fortune-telling, Divination and Physiognomy-Yan Yipai Chi Zhenren".

When I was studying with my master in the past, others always came to ask for Dharma. Chi Yingyang's master never knocked on the door, and even set up a stall.Now that Chi Yingyang set up his own stall, he also felt that it was quite new.

It's a pity that the fifth watch is too early, and there are not many people on the street.

On the street, a middle-aged man with slanted eyes and slanted mouth came staggeringly. His face was ruddy, his coarse clothes were wet, and his eyes were blurred. He looked like a drunkard who had been drinking all night.

When Chi Yingyang saw it, he greeted him with a smile all over his face.

This is not a person, this is meat!

The meat dinner he promised the two disciples was on this man!

Chi Yingyang's eyes lit up.

This is the look of joy at seeing the meat.

His facial features are handsome, white and tender, and his appearance is very pleasing, and his eyes are shining, which is even more extraordinary. Anyone who sees him will fall in love with him.

The middle-aged alcoholic saw such a good-looking man as Chi Yingyang smiling at him, so he was hooked.The crooked eyes glanced at the "Yan Yi Pai Chi Daoist" erected beside Chi Yingyang, the middle-aged alcoholic's slanted mouth grinned, and his tone was hearty: "Do you know fortune telling?"

Chi Yingyang nodded: "Yes."

The man with crooked eyes simply sat across from Chi Yingyang and said, "How do you calculate it? Look at the face, check the characters or something? Accurate? Can I be safe if I can calculate it?"

Chi Yingyang nodded with a smile: "Yes, Bao Zhun! Let me tell you, there is no telling who is good or bad. I don't need to look at the face to know that you will be reunited with your family soon, and the happy event is coming!"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly "haha", took out a piece of silver from his pocket, put it on the ground, and said: "Say, you count a little more for me, I'm happy, this silver is yours."

"It's impossible for me to ask for your money," Chi Yingyang waved his hand: "You are getting money by harming others, and if you use it, you will be punished by God."

The middle-aged man stood up abruptly, reeking of alcohol, blushing and yelling, "What!"

Chi Yingyang also stood up, and he raised his left hand, holding four gold needles between his fingers.

When the middle-aged man saw it, his cloudy eyes instantly became clear. He gasped and wanted to run immediately, but his legs were nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move no matter how he ran.

And Chi Ying raised his acupuncture points, and the four golden needles had already pierced the middle-aged man's face.

The middle-aged man with crooked eyes and mouth finally panicked, but Chi Yingyang still said calmly: "When you were 26 years old, the God of Cookery became the God of Cookery and entered the palace. Killed. Killed the son born to you at the age of 27, and married again in the same year. At the age of 28, your father-in-law came to your door and denounced you. , the official can't recognize you. And you stole your bride's dowry and came to this old capital to ask me for a fortune-telling. If I don't count, you will leave with an arrogant smile, right?"

After a few stitches, the middle-aged man's eyes and mouth are no longer crooked, his facial features are shifted, and his original dog-like face appears.

At this time, the sound of complicated footsteps came from the end of the street, and Chi Yingyang put away the golden needle with a smile on his face.

His promise to the two disciples that they can eat meat at night is about to come true!

A group of palace guards on horseback surrounded them with officials. The majestic-looking chief guard held a face as cold as steel, and said indifferently: "You are Mr. Chi who knocked on the door two quarters ago? Say! Xiao Where is the prince! The old prince suspects that you and the people in the palace kidnapped the prince, if you tell the whereabouts of the prince obediently, the prince will spare you."

Chi Yingyang: "..."

He knew it.

Master's teachings, doctors don't knock on the door, and the doctor doesn't deliver the hexagrams. If you come to the door to deliver the hexagrams, it will definitely not be a good thing.

But who told him to be poor...

No matter how poor you are, you can't be a poor apprentice. He can only send this hexagram out first.

Chi Yingyang took the time to point to the middle-aged alcoholic who had returned to his normal appearance, and asked the official: "This man is a wanted murderer, do you recognize him? I have held him up for his fortune-telling, and have been waiting for you all the time." Come and take him away."

The official servant who came with the guards of the royal palace saw it and immediately recognized it. He grabbed the middle-aged drunkard and pushed him up with his knee, forcing the middle-aged drunkard to kneel down: "It's you, the murderer, who stole the little prince. ?! Say! Where is Xiao Shizi! After entering the Ministry of Punishment, your suffering will not be so small."

The middle-aged alcoholic was beaten up and howled: "I'm wronged! I dared to kill my own wife, what kind of master, I really don't know who it is, I have never touched it!"

The officials didn't believe a murderer, and seeing that he was about to be tortured in the street, Chi Yingyang said: "It's really not him, I just want to send a wanted criminal to the government to get some rewards. I know where I am, but For the time being, he is still safe, the ones who are in danger are the concubine and the second girl in the mansion, I have to go to the mansion."

If you don't enter the palace, how can you get gold!

The chief guard glared at her, and said coldly: "There is no second girl in the palace, if you talk nonsense again, you will be sent directly to prison."

Chi Yingyang didn't blame him for his ignorance, he just said: "The second girl hasn't been born yet, but I'm late to the palace, she might not be born."

Chief Guard: "...!!!"

The chief guard suddenly remembered that Princess Annan was pregnant, and the sex was unknown.This fortune teller is so sure that the princess is pregnant with a girl?

Although the chief guard didn't want to believe that something would happen to the concubine, the disappearance of Xiao Shizi had already been fulfilled, so he didn't dare to gamble.They had to divide into two groups with the official who handled the case. The official sent the wanted criminal back to the government, and they sent Chi Yingyang back to the palace.

Before leaving, Chi Yingyang specially shouted to the officials: "I helped you catch the wanted criminal, don't forget mine for the bounty!"

The middle-aged alcoholic was detained by the officials. Behind him, there was a female ghost and two little ghosts. I believe he would be executed soon. Isn't it just a family reunion and a happy event?

The Taoism taught by the master is really accurate.

The chief guard said speculatively at the side: "You have found the young prince, and the princess is safe, so you will be able to get the reward. Hurry up, there is any delay, you are the only one to ask."

Chi Yingyang sighed secretly, took out a sweet Guben Peiyuan Pill, and put it in his mouth.

Even if the hexagrams delivered to your door are so worthless, they will not be respected.He had to eat a sweet jelly bean handed down from his master to relieve his depressed mood.

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