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The viewer's heart skipped a beat, and he ignored his anger and quickly winked at the two Taoist priests.

He signaled them to take the incense case away quickly.

Ling Chu walked towards the incense table and said without sincerity, "I'm really sorry, my hand slipped just now. Hey... what is this?"

The two Taoist priests were hurriedly trying to carry the incense case away, but Ling Chu quickly twitched the corner of his bright yellow robe.

Looking at the dragon robe in her hand, Sanqing Palace was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

However, Ling Chu seemed not to notice anything unusual and said in surprise, "Master Guanzhu, you...you actually secretly hid the dragon robe in the incense table!"

The murderous look flashed in the viewer's eyes.

If the emperor hadn't been by his side, he would have wished that Ling Chu's soul was gone with just one spell.

Seeing the emperor's gloomy face, the viewer could only suppress his anger and said with a look of regret.

"Your Majesty, a few days ago, I heard from Taoist Mingzhen that I had prepared a Wanshou Festival gift for you, which would be enshrined in the Sanqing Hall for 49 days.

I think the great gift prepared by Master Mingzhen is this set of dragon robes.

Taoist Mingzhen originally wanted to wait until the Wanshou Festival to present it to you as a surprise, but unexpectedly, Taoist Master Ling smashed it out with a hammer. "

The emperor's expression softened, it turned out to be a longevity gift prepared for him.

Ling Chu sneered in his heart, looked at the dragon robe in his hand, and said hesitantly, "But why do I feel that this dragon robe seems... a little short?"

Eunuch Chief An Gonggong raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor carefully, then quickly stepped forward, took the dragon robe from Ling Chu's hand, and unfolded it carefully.

The emperor could tell at a glance that the dragon robe was indeed not made according to his size.

It was shorter than what he had on him.

The emperor's first reaction was that this dragon robe was made for the prince.

But when he looked again, he couldn't fit into the dragon robe.

When the prince saw the dragon robe, his eyes darkened.

This dragon robe is not his, but he and the master of Chongxu Temple have stayed in Sanqing Hall for so long, and now this dragon robe is hidden in Sanqing Hall. He can't wash it off even if he jumps into the Grand Canal.

But now, he was extremely glad that his short stature had proved his innocence.

"Your Majesty, Mingzhen Taoist must be unclear about your clothing size, so he made a mistake." The viewer's mind was racing, thinking of how to cover up the lie.

Ling Chu bent down and pulled out the drawer from the disconnected incense table, "Hey, there are so many talismans hidden here."

After taking out the talisman, Ling Chu exclaimed again, "Whose birth date is this?"

Wu Dao's long legs were so weak that he could hardly stand still.

The viewer looked at Ling Chu and wished he could kill her immediately.

Ning Chuyi's face was as cold as ice, and his eyes swept over the viewer.

At this moment, the temple owner did not notice the murderous aura in Ning Chuyi at all, and was only thinking about how to let Chongxu Temple escape from this disaster.

Eunuch An handed the dragon robe in his hand to the young father-in-law beside him, and took the two pieces of yellow paper from Ling Chu's hand.

When he looked down, his expression changed.

"Your Majesty, it's..." Mr. An looked hesitant.

The emperor put his hands behind his hands and said with a serious expression, "Say."

Eunuch An immediately said respectfully and cautiously, "Back to the emperor, it is the birthday of the prince and the second prince."

The emperor frowned, not quite understanding why there were two birth dates.Ling Chu was very considerate and exclaimed, "Master, you Chongxu Guan hid so many talismans in the immortals who gave birth to the Queen, so that you want to transfer other people's happiness, wealth, longevity, happiness and wealth to the Taoist priests in your Chongxu Guan." .

There are so many talismans hidden in this incense table, as well as the birth dates of the crown prince and the second prince. What do you want to do when you go to the virtual world? "

The emperor's face was gloomy. Neither he nor the prince could wear the dragon robe, but if it were worn by the second prince, it would fit perfectly.

There is also the birth date, which is obviously to transfer everything about the prince to the second prince.

"I beg your father to make the decision for me." The prince glared at the viewer coldly, knelt down and begged the emperor.

At this time, the second prince, who had just rushed from the palace and wanted to show his filial piety in front of the emperor, was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed, "Father, I don't know about this. I am wronged. Please forgive me." Huang Mingjian."

The crown prince and the second prince both knelt down, and the viewer could only grit his teeth secretly, stepped forward and knelt down, "Your Majesty, I don't know that a Taoist named Mingzhen would make such a huge mistake.

This matter is a fault of Chongxu Guan, and it is also a fault of poor Taoism.

The poor Taoist should not have focused all his attention on studying mystical arts and scriptures, which led to Taoist priest Qingyang and Mingzhen making such a big mistake.

It is a poor Taoist who is negligent and fails to discipline Taoists who are good at Chongxu Guan. Please punish him. "

Ling Chu sneered, this viewer really knows how to blame others.

Mingzhen and Qingyang's master and apprentice, one escaped and the other died, and the blame was thrown on them.

The viewer is confident because he knows that the emperor claims to be a wise king. Without evidence, the emperor cannot execute him just because of this.

Sure enough, the emperor learned that Qingyang was dead and Taoist Master Mingzhen was injured and his whereabouts were unknown, so he had no choice but to let the Jin Yiwei capture him.

The owner of the temple breathed a sigh of relief and did not want the emperor to mention this matter again, "I wonder what the emperor is doing when he comes to Chongxu Temple?"

"I have received a memorial. There have been heavy rains in the south for more than ten days in a row. There is a risk of disaster. I wonder if the temple owner has any good ways to relieve my worries?"

The viewer breathed a sigh of relief again. The emperor asked him to find a way to prove that he was still useful, and he would not let him die.

After thinking seriously for a while, the master of the temple said, "Back to the emperor, there are continuous heavy rains in the south. Pindao will lead all the Taoists in Chongxu Temple to do the best to eliminate natural disasters and protect the emperor; and to bring poison to save the people."

The emperor didn't say anything, but his face was dark.

There was a disaster in the south, and the imperial court should have opened warehouses to allocate grain for disaster relief.

But there was a lack of food and there was no money in the treasury.

As an emperor, he can only rely on Taoist methods to provide disaster relief.

If word spreads, his dragon chair may become unstable.

Ling Chu looked at the emperor's face and could probably guess that the treasury would not be able to provide money for disaster relief.

It seems that even God can't bear to see this.

Ling Chu suddenly said, "Master, your Taoist temple should pray for blessings and eliminate disasters, but since your Taoist temple has enjoyed so much incense, shouldn't you also spend money to help the displaced people overcome the current difficulties?"

The murderous look flashed through the eyes of the temple master, and he sighed, "I am ashamed to be a poor Taoist. Although Chongxu Temple seems to be prosperous, there are many Taoists in the temple, the expenses are high, and there is no extra money.

However, since there is a disaster in the south, Pindao is willing to donate all the incense money today to the people to help them tide over the difficulties. "

Ling Chu frowned, "Chongxu Temple really has no money?"

"I can swear this in front of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty. It is absolutely true."

Ling Chu sneered.

Very good, this is what I was waiting for.

"Your Majesty, the Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasties asked me to tell you that they have enjoyed the incense offered by the people. Now that the people are in trouble, they will donate all the money from the incense to the court to help the people tide over the disaster." (End of Chapter)