The Master of the Kingdom

Su Yi didn't expect that he would go to Miansheng the next day after arriving in Beijing.

This progress was so fast that he couldn't bear it.

Su Yi, a former rich second-generation, technical house, Michong, died of an explosion at the age of 23.

When he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, the rich second generation Suyi became a little Taoist who had just been recruited by the emperor and went to Beijing to pray for the prince. His age shrank to sixteen or seventeen.

Su Yi thinks about his age, and makes up for how he thinks about himself. Just when he was wondering how to behave, not to mention staying and being offered with delicious and delicious food, at least a reward to go home and afford to eat fine grains and to wear fine cloth, he actually became the first batch of sacred monks. Summoned into the palace.

On the eve of the face saint, Su Yi nervously recalled his life, silently memorized the Tao Te Ching, and practiced the face sacramental etiquette just taught by the servant, and then washed and fell asleep early.

I don't know if it was because of his youth. Although Su Yi was nervous, she slept well. On the second day, Su Yi took a bath and changed clothes, and followed the enlightened maid into the palace in vigor. And the few Taoist monks who were accompanying them were more or less blue and black right now.

The maid glanced at the crowd and thought, originally because of his age, he looked down on the little master, but now it seems that the little master is the one with the most indifferent mood. No wonder he was named by his majesty to pray for the prince at his young age.

Su Yi followed the servant and walked into the palace gate. Before entering the palace, Su Yi still wondered which palace was more magnificent than the Forbidden City he had visited. When he entered the palace, he had to bow his head all the way so that he could only see the way under his feet.

Su Yi left for an unknown period of time, and only when her calf became a little sore, did she come to a small palace. After the in-house attendant notified, the group of people were taken to the side hall and continued to stand with their heads down, waiting to be summoned.

Su Yi not only got sore feet, but also got sore neck.

He regrets coming to Beijing a little bit. In the long run, will he get kyphotic cervical spondylosis? But the thought of having fine grains to eat fine cloth to wear, Su Yi's heart of shrinking suddenly withered.

To forgive him is the kind of cowardice who buckled the waist for five buckets of rice. If you have the chance, I still want to stay in the Taoist temple of the royal worship to eat and dress well.

Just as Su Yi was thinking about it, the monks beside him were called out one by one, and soon he was left alone.

"Su Daochang." The servant finally called to Su Yi, "The emperor announced that you are seeing him."

Su Yi, who was distracted, immediately recovered. He tidied up his appearance, and then said to the internal servant: "I have work."

The waiter smiled and nodded. This little road leader was somewhat polite, unlike the previous few who deliberately pretended to be aloof.

Su Yi walked from the dim side hall to the main hall with very good lighting conditions. According to the etiquette taught by the inmate before, Su Yi knelt down and said: "For the poor Dao Su Yi, see the emperor."

Su Yi's body after crossing is very magical, not only his face is exactly the same as his original, but his age is younger, and even his name is exactly the same. For some reason, Su Yi's master didn't give Su Yi the road number, so Su Yi declared himself under the lay name.

However, many Taoist priests use their own lay names, and many people do not use Taoist names. It is not surprising that Su Yi claims to be so.

As soon as Su Yi's voice fell, a kind voice came from above: "Give Su Yi a seat."

Su Yi was a little surprised, the emperor was quite talkative. He quickly thanked him, and then realized that he could not sit.

At this time, although the prototype of the chair and stool was already available, it was not very popular. The so-called giving a seat is to give Su Yi a soft cushion, let him sit on the soft cushion from kneeling on the ground.

"Daoist, please raise your head, don't be restrained." The emperor said with Yan Yue.

Su Yi looked up and found that not only the emperor was sitting in the upper head, but also a woman with a phoenix hairpin, which was probably the queen. Several ministers were sitting on both sides of the emperor and the queen, who were looking at herself. One of the ministers made no secret of the disgust on his face, and Su Yi was very puzzled.

Did you mess with him somewhere?

The minister snorted coldly, and raised his hand to play: "Your Majesty is worried about the prince, and the heart of a father is moved. But the so-called monk's way is just a deceiver and cannot be trusted."

Su Yi suddenly understood. It turns out that this minister is not dissatisfied with himself, but dissatisfied with all monks.

If he is not a Taoist priest, he would definitely give the minister a thumbs up. Indeed, feudal superstition is not desirable. But now that he is a Taoist priest, he can only keep smiling and silently accept the verbal attack from the other side.

Su Yi didn't know how the previous monks had dealt with it, anyway, his response was to smile without saying a word. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he quite agreed with what the minister said.

"Gu Qing, enough." The emperor said unhappy.

The minister surnamed Gu still refused to give up, and said aggressively to Su Yi: "Master Su, you started to practice Taoism at a young age, where are your parents?"

When Su Yi heard this, he knew that Master Gu wanted to suppress himself with filial piety. If the parents are still there, it is not filial piety to become a monk.

If both of his parents have died, this is just an "ordinary" questioning, and Master Gu can also find another topic.

Su Yidao: "Poor Dao is alone."

His parents are fine, but it's not wrong to be alone.

As expected, Master Gu wanted to find another topic. The emperor didn't know if it was because Master Gu didn't listen to him, he was still whistling and crooked, and he was furious, making Master Gu shut up after taking the case. Master Gu closed his mouth angrily and stopped talking.

After the "farce" was over, another minister smiled and ended the scene, and asked: "Several Taoist masters just now have some abilities and have deep insights into Taoism and Buddhism. Several other masters performed flying pigeon divination, dripping water into ice. The magical method. Do Chief Su preach or cast spells?"

Su Yi had been secretly observing the expression of the emperor. When he heard the minister say "magical means", Su Yi caught the emperor's flash of contempt with his keen eyes to please the elders for many years.

Su Yi's heart suddenly understood. Although the emperor reprimanded the minister surnamed Gu, since he brought people here to pretend to be a black face, and now he showed this look, he obviously did not believe in the so-called magical methods, and his trust in the monk's way was not necessarily high.

Su Yi originally wanted to recite a few Taoist classics that only appeared in later generations and pretend to be compelled-here I want to thank his elders who like Taoism, but he suddenly thought that perhaps another method could be used to win the emperor's trust.

But some risks, some offend others.

But since His Majesty did not believe in those magical methods, it would be no big deal to offend the Taoist monks who knew magical methods. Maybe they were taken care of by His Majesty the Emperor before they came to retaliate.

Su Yi was neither humble nor overbearing and smiled: "Your Majesty is probably tired of listening to so many preaching and teaching Buddha. Poor Dao doesn't know much about magic, but you can talk to your Majesty about the magical methods. All are to amuse your Majesty and wake your Majesty. Wake up."

The emperor was really interested, and the ministers around him were even more surprised. Although they knew that there was definitely a problem with that magical method, since those people dared to take it to the palace to show off, it meant that the key points would not be exposed. Even if the emperor and ministers do not believe it, they cannot be convicted of deceiving the emperor.

Now that Su Yi said this, could he just listen to the name and he knew what was going on with those magical methods?

The emperor curiously asked: "Do you already know those people's methods?"

Su Yidao: "Poverty is not a prophet. But after hearing that the adult talked about the two methods of flying pigeon divination and dripping into ice, I only know one or two things. For the rest, I would like to ask you to explain it in detail. Maybe you are poor. Tao can still hear something familiar."

The emperor said: "Let's talk about the flying pigeon fortunetelling first."

Su Yi said: "Your Majesty, please send someone to elaborate on the flying pigeon divination."

The emperor nodded and asked the servant around him to explain the situation of the flying pigeon divination.

When Su Yi heard it, it turned out to be a common street scam in modern society.

This flying pigeon divination is not divination, but guessing the surname.

The Taoist leader took out a gossip chart full of surnames. The tester only needed to tell in which areas his surname had appeared, then the leader would write three surnames on three pieces of paper and cover them, and then the flying pigeon landed on On which piece of paper, open that piece of paper, it is the last name of the examiner.

This is actually a permutation and combination problem, and the mystery lies in the "region", which is the number of the surname in the picture. Binary is often used in modern deception. After all, many people have learned binary and it is easy to learn.

The "number" of the Taoist leader is also binary. However, there is no such thing as binary at this time, it is probably a mistake.

Su Yi was determined in his heart and felt that this force could be pretended: "This is just a trick. The most difficult thing is probably to train the pigeons. Can you let the poor Dao borrow that long prop?"

The servant screamed: "The Dao Masters and masters of the previous face have already left the palace, and the magical instruments have also been taken away."

Su Yi was puzzled. They came together, shouldn't they go together? How do you go one by one? Like an interview?

Su Yi smiled and said: "That's okay, I can make a simple one now. Please give me paper and pen."