Jiayou's Fun

Lu Qian's Yushunfang Survey Department station was not damaged much.

Especially the backyard where the five uncles were stationed was comparable to a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

Including the weapons and armor blessed by the incense ashes enshrined in the Great Vajra Temple, Lu Qian's bodyguards and subordinate supervisors only suffered more than 300 casualties 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.

The Queen Mother and the Emperor don't want to hear the slightest news that "so-and-so is immoral and sneaky", so they must cover up the situation.

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 actually Bai Changkong - cultural and educational officials, but Bai Changkong had just been relegated 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 it is an official who has a filial piety, a scholar, or a scholar, and if their whole family has died, it is naturally good, and there is no need to wipe their butts.

If their family is big enough and there are other clan members in the family, they can directly recommend someone to 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.

Many of the cultural and educational disciples were from the Han tribe, and if the whole family died, there would naturally be no future troubles, so 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 could directly select a lucky person and demote him by three levels according to his original official rank.

The official title 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, this butt is also clean, round and shiny.

Those dead wealthy businessmen are 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 it.

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 were willing to pay some price for acquiring an astronomically huge 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 property will be used for the national economy and people's livelihood. As for whether it should be received by the Ministry of Household Affairs, the Taifu, or even the Young Master or the emperor's inner treasury, this is slowly torn, and all aspects must be equally affected.

As for the civilians who died...

If you die, just die.

Common people are like leeks. After one crop is cut, there will be another crop. They can't afford to cause trouble. Or if someone makes trouble, they don't need other powerful yamen to come forward. They just let the patrolling Wuhou reprimand them and throw them a few more. Throwing money as compensation will put things under control.

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 was doing their best. The Yushunfang attack, which resulted in hundreds of thousands of casualties among officials and civilians, was such a shocking case that it was just covered up.

For several days, there were bursts of mourning in the Imperial College. Doctors and professors came forward and led the prison students to pay homage to Bai Changkong.

Under the deliberate guidance of caring people, after a few days of worship, the supervisors continued to go on outings and outings, taking their beauties or confidants to the riverside to show off their elegance, or even stay with prostitutes, the flames of youth burning freely, that is, Burning away the last memory of Bai Changkong among the prison students.

The wealthy supervisors who were once extremely respectful and filial to Bai Changkong also found a target to continue to show their filial piety. Boxes of gold and silver, boxes of jewelry, and all kinds of rare gadgets poured in to the new teachers. 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 filled with secretly made incense powder, and the other 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 with all your heart, and your energy and spirit will be in harmony.

Every ounce and every bit of strength in the body 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, a stick of incense stick from Lu Qian 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 words are falsely preached, but one true message is 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, so that the body can form its essence. 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 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 uniform in thickness, shiny in color, and had 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 away, the true self can be penetrated and the root cause can be clearly understood."

Lu Qian raised his head, looked at the monk shaking his head, and smiled.

He couldn't help but once again displayed the earth-shattering power of Duke Wen Chao: "The body is like a Bodhi tree, and the mind is like a mirror stand. Wipe it diligently at all times to avoid being stained with dust."

Monk Shie 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. .”

Lu Qian coughed slightly 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, condensing into a statue above his head and 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 verses copied by Lu Qianwen, Monk Shie had an epiphany, and his cultivation reached the peak of the Fiery Fire Realm, and into 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.

With each expansion, 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 the monk's skin has become like that of real gold.

His aura was more than ten times more vigorous and powerful than before, and the sound of his heartbeat was like a war drum roaring, making the whole hall sway up and down.

Several great monks, including Shi E and Shi Jie, rushed over in a hurry. 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 steps 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 Shi Evil became more and more powerful. Monk Shi E and the 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 ball of pale golden flame the size of a thumb rose from the big orifice of his heart. The majestic breath of essence and blood was injected into the heart, and the golden flame became bigger and bigger.

The high temperature swept through his body, and Lu Qian gritted his teeth, enduring the stimulation that burned like fire all over his body.

There was a clearly audible crisp sound, 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, and endless power was accumulated in his body. Because he had reached the perfection of the furnace realm, these energies could not be consumed, and they 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, emitting monstrous flames.