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Yang Zhao walked slowly behind Shen Ruoyu.

"What's wrong with that one?"

"Yes." Shen Ruoyu took out a small white fruit about the size of a thumb from somewhere.

As soon as the fruit came out, Yang Zhao felt a blur of flowers in front of his eyes, as if there were snowflakes falling all over the sky in the dark night.

The Lord of the Heavenly Tomb.

After a while, the snowflakes disappeared, and Yang Zhao looked at the small fruit with some surprise. Uncle Gongsun Yong was unique in the Zhou Dynasty. He knew that this ginkgo fruit was made by him at a glance.

"Master, this..., that master has gone into the fruit?"

Why, this man also wants to be a demon cultivator and become a Taoist tree?

"Yes, in order to give his soul something to rely on, we can only do this."

Shen Ruoyu handed the fruit in his hand to Yang Zhao's hand.

"Master, is this not easy to deal with?"

"I've been working on this since I came back. I just finished my work today. The spirit of the Lord of the Heavenly Tomb was too scattered and was not under his own control. It ruined many of my fruits."

"Take this fruit to Master Gongsun Zan, and ask him to sacrifice one of his arms, put the fruit inside, and then find a good master to carve a statue of the god with respect to etiquette. From now on, this statue will be enshrined in our This Yunyang Temple.”

Yang Zhao dragged the ginkgo fruit with some awe, confused by what Shen Ruoyu explained.

"No, that master, you also know that I have been stupid since I was a child."

Yang Zhao looked at Shen Ruoyu eagerly.

"If you don't explain this matter to me clearly, I don't have the ability to know the smallest details. If you ask me to spread the word to someone who arranges the whole story like this, it's very likely that the message will go wrong."

The middleman effect of spreading messages, they had played this game when they were in school.

The word the first person said was "red dates", and when it reached the ears of the sixth person, it might become "bathhouse son".

"Just say you're curious. There's no need to say you're stupid every day."

Shen Ruoyu glanced at Yang Zhao.

"You also know that if you want to survive now, you can only rely on incense. If you want not to be influenced by incense, the best way is to be granted a seal by the imperial court and build a temple and statue."

"But he is not the soul of our Chi County China. If he wants to receive this convenience, he will naturally need help from the outside world."

Shen Ruoyu looked at the white fruit in Yang Zhao's hand.

"The creature from the Divine State of Shuchi County, Gongsun Yong's Master, has grown in the realm of the Great Zhou Dynasty for hundreds of years. The fruits it produces are naturally the best spiritual souls."

"But it's not enough."

Yang Zhao is not that stupid.

"He also needs a protective shell from Master Gongsun Zan. Master Gongsun Zan and Master Gongsun Yong belong to the same clan, so his branches are the most suitable."

As he spoke, Yang Zhao became a little unsure again.

"This is like this, can Master Gongsun Zan agree?"

After all, what's the difference between cutting off someone's arm?
Uncle Gongsun Zan had many arms, but he couldn't just chop them off if he wanted.

"Uncle Gongsun Zan is not as stingy as you think."

Shen Ruoyu's voice was somewhat nostalgic.

"Although he doesn't like to talk..."

The words that followed were dispersed in the wind. Although Yang Zhao didn't hear clearly, she knew that Master Shen Ruoyu was homesick, so she quickly interrupted the spread of this sadness.

After all, as time passed, she was afraid that she would cry.

"Master, don't worry. I will definitely handle this matter for you, but the imperial seal you mentioned..."

"Of course, the imperial edict will be given to him after he has made enough merit. This has been the case since ancient times. It's good if I let him enjoy the incense of our watch. How can he have the nerve to ask for the edict if he has no merit?" Shen Ruoyu disagreed after the deadline.

amount……

That's right, although monks from outside like to chant sutras.

But it is not easy for foreign monks to get a public position.

"Also, tell Master Gongsun again and ask him to bring a good branch. Yunyang Temple here still needs a Taoist tree."

"what?"

Yang Zhao raised the ginkgo in his hand.

"Still chopping?"

Shen Ruoyu turned to look at Yang Zhao without saying anything, and Yang Zhao sneered.

Then Shen Ruoyu gave Yang Zhao some details and went back.

Yang Zhao took out a small wooden box from the Qiankun bag, stuffed the bigu pills in it into his mouth, and then put the ginkgo inside.

"Senior, you are wronged and need to stay here for a few days. When the time comes, I will send you there to build the statue."

Ginkgo didn't react at all. Apart from the fact that the fruit looked very fresh, there was nothing magical about it.

If it were thrown on the ground, except for those health-conscious adults and mothers who would pick it up, the rest of the people would probably not bow their heads even if they stepped on it.

Yang Zhao took the small box and looked around. Still uneasy, he put it in his room.

Turning on his heel, he put the box on the altar table in a large hall inside the jar. Although there was an altar table in the hall, there were no statues or thrones, not even a picture of an immortal.

There is only a plaque of Yunyang Temple enshrined on it.

Brand new, it was made by someone a few months ago.

The old plaque has disappeared long ago.

Yang Zhao bowed deeply to the small box on the altar table

"You stay here for a while. When the time is up, I will come to pick you up."

After returning to his house, Yang Zhaoxian contacted Guofu Minqiang and asked him to find a carpenter with a heritage.

The country is rich and the people are strong: "It's easy to find people, but there are too many factions. Do you have any specific requirements?"

Yang Zhao: "No."

Yang Zhao: "What my master means is that it doesn't matter which faction you're from, I don't have to choose."

The country is prosperous and the people are strong: "When do we need this statue? What format does it need? Are there any requirements for facial features?"

Yang Zhao: "Just find this master first. The rest will have to wait until my project starts before we can proceed to the next step. He will tell you the facial features and other features when the time comes."

The country is rich and the people are strong: “…”

The country is rich and the people are strong: "Okay, contact me when the time comes."

A few days passed by in a flash, and after a month of measurement and drawing, a rough draft of the design drawings of Yunyang Temple's Qiankun Formation and the Mountain Protecting Formation were finally produced.

As a result, the first step in building a formation is to dismantle the house.Not only must one part of the Taoist temple be dismantled, but the formation that pulls the plain gold pagoda in the Taoist temple must also be demolished and rebuilt.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, my Taoist temple has only been built for less than a year, and the formation has been strong for several months. I haven't used it for a few days yet."

"You are not the only one who feels sorry for me, Fellow Daoist Yang. This is not just a matter of money. This formation and the Taoist temple are all the hard work of Fellow Daoist."

"But, this time you asked me to build two more formations, plus Xiaonanshan's original small formation to enter the Sujin Pagoda, there will be three."

Xu Tong pointed to the location of Yunyang Temple on the drawing.

"The realm of Nanshan is too small. Moving the formation to connect the two realms requires a huge amount of spiritual power when opening it. If the position of the formation is not carefully planned, the spiritual power of the three formations will be interconnected and conflict with each other. Even a formation cannot be activated."