The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 143 Sweeping Out A Little Evil

The sky was bright, and Qiqing, who had been waiting all night for nothing, looked very ugly.

A dignified student of the National Normal University, it has been many years since he encountered a situation where others did not give him face.However, last night was not completely fruitless. The sudden appearance of Liu Yongliu, a great talent, surprised him with a song called Butterfly Love Flower.

The formation of Qiandenghe is maintained by people's emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.On the painting boat, it can be said that joys and sorrows are staged all the time. The accumulation of more than 20 years almost fills up the lights on every boat.

If the formation is fully functioning, the gods in the sky may not be able to sustain it. Once they are fascinated by these emotions, they will really become fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered.

Therefore, Daoist Qiqing has already taken back most of the Qiqing Gu.

Ordinary emotions are not pure enough. If the power of this formation is to continue to improve, it must be replaced with higher-quality emotions.So Daoist Qiqing sent Dong Xiaowan out to plant an egg for Shenxiu.

Such a talented scholar must have a sensitive heart, and the emotions he provides must be more intense than ordinary people.As long as this great talent falls in love with Dong Xiaowan, the story of "Night Exploring the Thousand Lantern River" can be arranged.

After a set of heart-stirring plots, he was guaranteed to be ecstatic at times and dejected at times.

Repeated squeezing in this way can make the power of Qiandenghe's formation to a higher level.

When the plan was first proposed, the national teacher also praised the real person Qiqing in a rare way: "It's a good idea."

This was the only compliment he got when he came to apprentice as a teacher.

Therefore, Qiqing Daoist spent more than 20 years of energy to manage Qiandeng River, and completely turned this place into his dojo.

It can be said that this Qiandeng River is the strongest support of Daoist Qiqing and the foundation of his enlightenment.As long as Dao Ran appears, he has the confidence to confuse him in an instant, and then make him break the precepts and destroy his practice.

If he was lucky enough, he might be able to turn Dao Ran into his own puppet, and then he would have a hole card against Jinshan Temple.

No matter how powerful Fa Hai is, he can't prevent his apprentice's conspiracy, right?
But, this little monk just won't come?

Do you want to arrest him directly?
Daoist Qiqing was thinking this way, but he heard the little Taoist priest report: "Master, that little monk and his companions are asking about Qiandenghe."

"Oh? What are they looking for?" Daoist Qiqing asked.

"It seems to be inquiring about whose daughter has been sold to the painting boat, and how many people have lost their fortunes here." The little Taoist replied.

"That's it?"

Daoist Qiqing felt rather surprised.

Huafang is a place of wind and dust, it is a place where people cannibalize, and naturally there are many human tragedies.But what are these things worth to practitioners?

Even if the little monk knew that Qiandenghe had done evil things like forcing a good man into prostitution, so what?Are you going to report to the police?
Don't talk about whether these things are legal or not, the officials don't dare to take care of Qiandenghe's affairs.

Even if there is really someone who is not open-eyed and wants to handle it impartially, he will be controlled by the formation the moment he steps on the boat, and his mind will be fascinated, and any master of the sky will become a corrupt official.

Therefore, Taoist Qiqing really couldn't figure out what Daoran wanted to do?
In the end, isn't it about boarding the boat and falling into his control?

Just when Daoist Qiqing was puzzled, another little Taoist priest came in and said to him: "Master, the monk Daoran sent a message saying that he was unable to come last night because of something, and he will visit again tonight." .”

Daoist Qiqing chuckled, although he didn't know what Daoran was doing, but as long as Daoran was willing to come, everything could go according to plan.

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In a teahouse in the capital, Daoran sat in front of that Xiucai Sun, listening to him talking about the second half of the night exploration of the Qiandeng River.

Although this story has added a lot of paid content, even if these paid content are deleted, the storyline alone can be regarded as ups and downs and exciting.

Daoran listened carefully, and generously invited everyone to listen together.

Because he has already got the 1000 taels of the old bustard of the painting boat, and the big and small banknotes are packed in a big box.Randomly took out one, enough to make Sun Xiucai's voice hoarse.

Daoran not only listened to the night exploration of Qiandenghe, but also asked Sun Xiucai a lot about Qiandenghe.

The storyteller has a wide range of knowledge and knowledge, even if he doesn't add fuel to the story, Daoran can get a lot of news about Qiandenghe.

Generally speaking, there are things like forcing a good man into prostitution, making people sell their sons and daughters.There are also those who squeeze rich people dry, causing them to throw themselves into the river and die.But this kind of thing does not seem to break through the limits of the patience of ordinary people.

Listening to them chatting, they would say "there is a knife on the head of Sezi", which is a bit commonplace.

After thinking about it carefully, Dao Ran discovered the reason.

In this world, it's not just brothels that force people to sell their sons and daughters. Any petty official, any landlord or benevolent person, or even a neighbor who has more sons can ruin someone's family.

People who can read and listen to books in this teahouse don't have the money to go to Qiandeng River for recreation on weekdays. Most of the daughters of poor families are firewood girls like day lilies, and it is difficult to find a girl who can be sold into a painting boat.

The evil of Qiandenghe is only a small part of all the evil in this world, and it doesn't even have a big impact on them.

They take these very lightly, very lightly.Even if he heard about it, he just sighed, and didn't immediately feel that he couldn't live anymore and wanted to learn how to bark like a fox or carve a one-eyed man.

Sitting in the teahouse until sunset, Daoran recited a sentence of Amitabha to everyone, then stood up and walked towards Qiandeng River.

From the beginning to the end, Dao Ran did not express any opinion on the numbness of the people in the teahouse.

This is someone else's life. If you can help for a while, you can't help for a lifetime. If you can help one person, you can't help 10,000 people.

However, Daoran can get rid of the little evil of Qiandenghe and make them live more comfortably.

This time, Shenxiu didn't follow, but just found a place to stay and waited, Daoran only took Xiaoqing who had turned into a snake with him.There will be a fierce battle tonight. Although Daoran is full of self-confidence, he doesn't even have the ability to protect himself against Shenxiu, so don't be a burden.

Tonight is the Oiran Club, the road to Qiandeng River is full of traffic, and countless dignitaries and dignitaries have come to catch up with the excitement.Not to mention the great conflict between the state teacher and the civil official group, this Shangshu and that assistant minister are indispensable to come to Qiandenghe tonight.

When Daoran came to the Qiandeng River, many of the boats were already full of people, more lively than when he came last night.

Daoran came here on foot, compared with those gorgeous carriages, it was quite inconspicuous.

But when Daoran appeared by the river, a group of Taoist priests in red appeared in front of him.

The leader was still that arrogant little Taoist priest. See you this time, he seemed to be more polite, and said respectfully: "Master Daoran, this way please."

Daoran smiled, and activated the power of controlling the spirit on the little Taoist priest.

(End of this chapter)