There is a Temple of the Eight Kings on the outskirts of Shengjing. The incense in the Temple of the Eight Kings is very strong. Many people come to burn incense and worship Buddha every day.
The abbot of the temple is a monk who wears black robes all year round, and his dharma name is Heixuan.
Master Hei Xuan is unsmiling but kind-hearted. He often helps poor people. Anyone who is living on the streets and has nowhere to settle can stay in the Eight Kings Temple.
People say that Master Hei Xuan is a living Bodhisattva who saves people in distress, but few people know that this master is the leader of the Daijin Stick Stick Department.
The three Dorgon brothers had all been to the Eight Kings Temple before, so they were familiar with the road now. They galloped all the way on their horses and arrived at the Eight Kings Temple in half an hour.
The three of them dismounted and strode towards the temple. Azige shouted: "Where is Heixuan? Tell him to come out and see me."
The monks in the temple were startled when they saw the angry expressions of the three people. Those with sharp eyes immediately recognized that the shouting person was Azig.
A monk bowed to the three of them and said:
"Master Heixuan went out for a trip the day before yesterday and has not returned yet. If the three of you want to see the master, you may as well come back another day."
"Then when will he come back?"
Azig was stunned and asked again.
"It's hard to say. It could take as little as three to five days, or as long as a year and a half."
The monk replied slowly.
Upon hearing this, the three Azigs were very disappointed, feeling that the anger in their hearts had been extinguished by a basin of cold water.
For a whole day, they went to find Mang Gurtai, Daishan and Huang Taiji, and finally arrived at Nurhachi. They finally found the culprit who killed Lin Ping'an, but now the old thief Heixuan is not here, which is really a bit confusing. Frustrated.
"Brother, what should I do?"
Dodo asked.
"What else can we do? We can only go back and come back another day."
Azig scratched his head and said helplessly.
Dorgon thought for a while and said to the monk:
"I will set up a tablet in the temple, and you will chant sutras to save him every day for seven or forty-nine days."
After saying this, he took out a banknote from his arms and handed it to the monk.
The monk took the banknote and glanced at it, a hint of joy appeared on his face, lowered his head and said:
"I don't know which deceased person the memorial tablet is for. Please leave his name."
"Lin Pingan!"
After saying this, Dorgon wrote the words "Lin Ping'an" with a heavy heart, and then he, Azige, and Duoduo walked out of the Eight Kings Temple.
Standing outside the Eight Kings Temple, Dorgon looked up at the sky, his eyes a little moist, and murmured:
"An Da, if you save my life, I will definitely avenge you. Just go on your way. We will be brothers again in the next life."
Azig and Duoduo both felt a little heavy. Azig patted Duoduo and said:
"A monk can't escape from the temple if he runs away. Don't worry, my brother will definitely stand up for you when the time comes."
In a Zen room on the attic of the temple.
After listening to the monk's story, Hei Xuan looked at the banknote in his hand. After being silent for a long time, he shook his head and said with a bitter smile:
"They are all cowards, and I will have to shoulder the blame for this after all!"
"Master, is this spiritual tablet still established? Dorgon said that he would save Lin Ping'an for forty-nine days."
The monk in front of Hei Xuan asked carefully.
"Of course we have to stand up."
Hei Xuan shook the banknote in his hand: "It is the duty of a monk to use people's money to eliminate disasters."
The monk responded and turned around.
Heixuan walked to the window, looked at the backs of the three Dorgon brothers in the distance, and sighed:
"Dorgon values love and righteousness. This son will become a great person in the future!"
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Lin Ping'an naturally didn't know that Dorgon also set up a memorial tablet for him to save him.
He was also a little helpless at this moment. It had been a while since he returned to this era. Except for a new deep-seated hatred in his heart, nothing seemed to have changed.
It was the same when it came, and it is still the same now.
The only change is that now he knows what he has to do, and that is to avenge Wan'er.
As for when this wish would be realized, he didn't dare to think.
Huang Taiji is the future emperor of the Later Jin Dynasty, but now he is just an ordinary citizen of the Ming Dynasty. The gap between them is huge. It is obvious that he alone cannot complete the revenge.
There is only one way left, relying on the huge state machine of Ming Dynasty to achieve their goals.
But how to do this, he hasn't figured out yet.
"Since I am regarded as a Tianmai person by them, perhaps only from this perspective can I get in touch with the core figures of the Ming Dynasty."
Thinking of this, Lin Ping'an felt that he couldn't rush. Since he had nothing to do, he should brew some good wine for the flower director first.
Having made up his mind, Lin Pingan carefully recalled the brewing methods he had seen in his previous life.
Brewing is actually very simple. It consists of just a few steps: selecting ingredients, brewing koji, fermenting, distilling, and filling the wine. Lin Ping'an naturally understands these steps, and the brewing industry in the Ming Dynasty was already very developed. What was lacking was the method of purification.
As long as you buy the best ones on the market and purify them, you can naturally make the wine taste more mellow. As for the "girly music" and other methods, Lin Ping'an thought about it and forgot about it.
Although it is also recorded in the book that the so-called wine koji is yang and girls are yin. Only the tender feet of a girl can produce the unique taste, but after all, it requires a hundred virgins to step on the koji together. The battle is really big. .
Unless you want to do this brewing business in the future, there is no need to go to such trouble.
Thinking of this, the shadow of Sylvia Lin appeared in Lin Ping'an's mind, and he couldn't help but talk about the order in his heart:
"I don't know how she is doing now."
The housekeeper of Lin Pingan's villa is called Fang Wen, a middle-aged man in his forties. When he heard Lin Pingan asked him to buy wine, he was a little surprised.
"Master, you are only twelve years old. Try to drink as little as possible, otherwise you will hurt your body."
Lin Ping'an shook his head and said: "Uncle Fang, it's not that I want to drink, but I want to brew some good wine for Dean Hua."
"So that's it."
Fang Wen smiled and said: "What kind of wine will the young master buy?"
"Just buy the best wine in Beijing. I want to buy more."
Lin Ping'an didn't know what the best wine in Beijing was, so he could only speak in general terms.
Fang Wen was stunned, thinking that there were a lot of good wines in Beijing, so he asked:
"Then what price is suitable?"
"Buy the most expensive one."
Lin Pingan said without thinking.
Fang Wen was a little embarrassed. He knew a lot about the most expensive wine, but it required money.
When he came here, Yan Xiaoxiao only gave him two hundred taels of silver and told him to find Lin Pingan when he ran out of money.
Thinking of this incident, he patted his forehead and said to Lin Pingan:
"Master, there is something I want to ask."
Lin Pingan nodded and looked at Fang Wen.
"Master, there is less than one hundred taels of silver in the house now. How much money do you have?"
Lin Ping'an was stunned immediately. He thought for a long time and asked, "Didn't Yan Xiaoxiao give you any money?"
"Here you go, two hundred taels."
Fang Wen said somewhat depressedly: "With such a large number of people in the house, we spend a lot of money on food and drink. Now we only have seven or eighty taels of silver."
I'll go, Yan Xiaoxiao, this is too stingy... Lin Pingan was speechless, he didn't expect this at all.
"Am I not a Tianmai person? Is this how you treat Tianmai people?"
Lin Pingan was extremely depressed. He patted his forehead and smiled bitterly in his heart:
"Since you won't give me any money, then don't ask so many people to come!"
"Do you still want me to earn money to support them?"
Fang Wen looked at Lin Pingan's appearance and said hesitantly: "Master, do we still want to buy those good wines?"
"purchase!"
Lin Ping'an said: "But I can only buy one jar at most."
Now he has thought about it, first get some good wine for Hua Fangfang to try. As long as the other party likes the wine, then I'm sorry, if you still want to drink, you have to bring money, otherwise there is no need to talk.
And on the other side.
Yan smiled and looked at the flowers blooming, and asked hesitantly:
"Father, I only gave Lin Ping'an two hundred taels of silver. There are so many people in his villa, I'm afraid it will all be used up in less than a month."
Hearing this, Hua Fangfang chuckled and said:
"He is a Tianmai user. Do you think a Tianmai person will be in trouble because he has no money?"
Yan Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, obviously not understanding, so she asked:
"Does the foster father mean that he can conjure silver out of thin air?"
Hua Fangfang shook his head and said lightly, "Maybe he really has this ability."
Yan Xiao smiled for a moment, then ran away. If the other party could really conjure money out of thin air, then she would have to let Lin Ping'an teach her this skill no matter what.
