Chapter 89 Recruiting troops and hoarding supplies all require money

In the guest room of Xiyuan, the old Taoist priest drew a talisman and was very satisfied. He put down the pen and lit the yellow talisman instantly.

He put the talisman in the incense burner and covered it with a lid, and murmured some words. In addition, his handsome appearance made him look even more immortal!

He squinted his eyes at this time, and his eyes flickered a little while sitting on the stool, as if he could see into other people's hearts, and occasionally showed hesitation and confusion.

When Wang Xun, an old Taoist priest, was born, he had a half-moon-shaped scar on his left arm, white spots on his back like constellations, one white spot in the shape of the Big Dipper, and three black moles on his legs, showing the "three yang signs."

The fortune teller told his mother that he thought it was the three yang signs.

Looking back, I got a Taoist book when I was 15 years old. The book said that the three yang aspects are a metaphor for the emperor.

This made him very shocked and scared, but he was also slightly excited.

It’s been 50 years since I got that Taoist book.

As the leader of the church, considering that I am over seventy years old, my dream of becoming an emperor is still far away!

"Bah bang bang" someone knocked on the door.

"Master Taoist, I'd like to invite you." The old Taoist priest Wang Xun immediately changed his face and became kind. He smiled and opened the door.

"Ergou, your mother's condition is much better!"

Ergou hurriedly knelt down and praised the Taoist Master: "After my mother took the medicine you prescribed, she has been able to go to the ground in the past two days. The Taoist Master is really a living god. The incense table has been placed at home and incense has been offered at home!"<

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"It'll be fine as soon as the disease is cured. Why doesn't your master take a rest at such a late hour?"

"Don't mention it, my husband is self-sacrificing and has gone to the Hanzhuang Tax Factory these past few days to guard against another one, Mr. Bird, who evaded money from the tax factory. Not only did he just come back, he didn't even eat dinner!"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention!

If Wang Xun, a Taoist priest, wants to build a great cause, he cannot do it without money.

Eunuch Zhang's residence is on Yuehe Street, Taierzhuang, a three-story house next to the river.

There are side rooms on both sides of the backyard, a small courtyard on the left side of the front with a study room, and a side hall and two guest rooms on the right.

The old Taoist priest Wang Xun lives in the guest room, which is very close to Eunuch Zhang’s small courtyard study.

Entering the small courtyard, the old Taoist priest Wang Xun paused outside the house, called the Infinite Heavenly Lord, and heard the unique voice of Eunuch Zhang.

"Master Taoist, please come in!"

As soon as the old Taoist priest entered the room, he saw a small Eight Immortals table in the middle of the study.

What was served was boneless fish, antique soup, muddy purple fish, and crab noodles. Mr. Zhang was drinking there by himself.

The old Taoist priest made another gesture of the Infinite Heavenly Lord and said:

"You are so polite," Shi Shiran sat down, picked up the wine bottle and poured a glass, took a sip, picked up a piece of boneless fish with chopsticks and ate it leisurely.

"Jun'er, how many days do you have to live?"

"It's hard to say, it depends on his luck!"

"Is it necessary to be happy?"

"The number of days has its own destiny, and I have calculated it carefully, so I must be happy.

If it doesn’t cause happiness, I estimate that the medicine will last for a month, but after one month, there will be no cure!”

"Hey!"

Eunuch Zhang drank several glasses of wine, and his face turned red.

When the old Taoist priest saw Eunuch Zhang looking sad and thoughtful, he said:

"Every time you walk through this world, you will suffer. No matter whether you are a member of the heavenly family or a commoner, you are no exception!

Sir, why do you need to be sad?

For example, if you and I are dedicated to doing good, we will naturally do as many as we can!”

"Don't worry, Taoist Wang, you just need to keep Jun'er alive for a month. I'll find a way to deal with this matter."

Perhaps Eunuch Zhang was in a bad mood and got drunk after drinking a bottle of wine. With his drunken eyes blurred, he held the wine glass in his hand and told all the unhappy things to the old Taoist priest.

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional.

Especially when Eunuch Zhang said that there was as much as one or two million taels of silver in Hanzhuang's tax warehouse.

He also said that it would be transported to the capital in the next few days. Wang Xun, an old Taoist sitting next to him, became even more sure of his purpose of coming here at this moment.

It turns out that the big deal mentioned on the road turned out to be more than 1 million yuan of silver!

The old Taoist priest returned to his yard, looked up and saw a bright moon, and felt deeply in his heart.

Go into his room.

The incense burner in the room is filled with smoke, and there are mirrors, cymbals, glass bowls, golden dragon oil lamps and other ritual objects on the table.

The old Taoist priest's expression became extremely solemn, he lit three sticks of incense, and fell to the ground in silence.

Muttering a prayer: "Vacuum hometown, birthless old mother...".

After finishing, he suddenly laughed secretly, and then laughed like crazy.

Recruiting troops, buying horses, and hoarding supplies all require money.

The old Taoist priest felt that his fortune had turned around. If he robbed this batch of money, it would be a great help to his imperial career.

Then won’t his dream of becoming an emperor soon become a reality?

Wang Xun, an old Taoist priest, recalled his 50-year missionary career and lamented that Taoism is not easy.

The Wenxiang Sect, derived from the White Lotus Sect, mainly preaches to farmers along the Grand Canal who have lost their land.

In the 14th year of Emperor Jing's reign, when he was just 30 years old and a young incense master in the Wenxiang Sect, he experienced the riots of the Wenxiang Sect.

The leader of the Wenxiang Sect at that time was also named Wang. At that time, the Wenxiang Sect launched a riot along the canal.

Because it threatened water transportation, it was quickly reported to the court and was immediately put to rest.

In that month, rivers of blood flowed, and heads were cut off from canal embankments everywhere.

He escaped by pretending to be dead in the pile of corpses.

Nowadays, it is very dangerous to practice "Smell the Incense Cult" on the canal. There is a risk of imprisonment, beheading, family destruction and death.

However, missionaries and believers are still coming one after another. They are not retreating when they are aware of the danger. Are they all moving forward bravely for the sake of their faith?

No, the real side is the temptation of money and the drive of ambition for political power.

During the Kangxi Dynasty, even if a poor man worked as hard as an ox and a horse all day long, it was not easy to barely keep his family from hunger and cold. To escape poverty was no less than a fantasy.

As for preaching as a profession, if you can recruit believers, not only do you not have to get up early and work in the dark, but the fragrance and gold will naturally come to your door.

He is also respected as a god and is at his mercy.

Therefore, preaching is as promising as a scholar who has spent ten years in a cold window. This is the powerful motivation for preaching, a "good profession" beyond the 360 ​​lines.

In fact, there are countless people who can make a living through missionary work, and there are also many who can support their families.

There are many teachers, big and small, who are powerful in their villages or whose families are well-off because of their wealth, and some even become rich men and wealthy ministers.

The Wenxiang Sect secretly set up missionary offices in and around the Grand Canal.

In the view of Wang Xun, an old Taoist priest, after more than 20 years of restoration, it is enough to reap the benefits of business on the canal.

Since last year, a large number of refugees from the northwest who were unable to survive due to drought came to the banks of the canal and settled along the canal. No one in the Dakang government paid any attention to them and cared so much.

The old Taoist priest secretly preached the teachings, took in the strong men among the refugees, organized and trained the army, and was always ready for rebellion.
Chapter completed!