On the snow in front of the main hall of Baoyuan Temple, as the last person jumped into the waist-deep snow, the first person put away the flying boat, floated his feet in the air, and waited quietly as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.
Those people in coarse cloth and brown clothes who jumped into the snow could not stand the cold and severe weather even though they had wrapped their whole bodies tightly. Everyone was shivering from the cold, but no one made any noise.
Jiang Xinghe frowned slightly, stood up, did some tidying up, and then walked out of Lingtian Valley.
The twilight is dark and blue, high clouds are passing by, and the crescent moon appears and disappears in the sky. The empty and silent Taoist temple was deserted.
"Inspector Zhuo, you've been fine for a long time..." Jiang Xinghe raised his hand in salute and said, "I wonder why you're here?"
The angry look on Zhuo's face when he left for inspection more than a month ago was still vivid in his mind. Jiang Xinghe would not really think that he had listened to his advice and came to give him a gift.
After hearing this, Inspector Zhuo slowly raised his eyelids, and a letter flashed in his hand, flying into Jiang Xinghe's arms like a light yellow streamer.
"Come to give you a gift!" Inspector Zhuo said with a cold and cold voice, his eyes fixed on Jiang Xinghe.
"Haha... Inspector Zhuo is joking." Jiang Xinghe said with a smile, and took the letter in his hand. The person who came was signed Ge Liang and wrote: "Prince Jiang Xinghe, the incense director of Baoyuan Temple, personally sends this letter."
Jiang Xinghe had secretly guessed Ge Liang's identity before. Whether it was the Foundation Establishment Pill he carried with him or the Mo Xuanxiang he showed no pity for, they were both treasures for ordinary cultivators, and they were not willing to waste them like this.
Especially after Jiang Xinghe calmly handed over the rare Tianshu Alliance token to himself, Jiang Xinghe didn't even know what Ge Liang's purpose was.
"Thank you very much, Inspector Zhuo, for taking the trouble to deliver the letter." A smile flashed across Jiang Xinghe's face, and of course he understood Inspector Zhuo's frustration.
After all, nominally speaking, Jiang Xinghe, as Zhuo's "subordinate" for inspection, is now designated as the "postman" delivering letters to Jiang Xinghe, so his mentality is naturally unbalanced.
"Excuse me, what is the purpose of Inspector Zhuo bringing so many mortals this time?" Facing the indifferent Inspector Zhuo, Jiang Xinghe still asked.
There were about thirty or forty people standing in the snow, none of them were practitioners, they were all cowering and shaking. If we take it seriously, this is the first time Jiang Xinghe has seen Baoyuan Temple so "busy"...
"You'll find out when you open the letter..." Inspector Zhuo crossed his arms over his chest and said impatiently.
When Jiang Xinghe heard this, he didn't think much about it, wrapped the letter with the power of his spiritual consciousness, tore open the envelope and took out the letter. Although the sky was dark and the moon was hazy, Jiang Xinghe could still read the handwriting on the letter clearly.
After reading it carefully, Jiang Xinghe finally knew where Inspector Zhuo's "ostentation" came from, and he couldn't help but feel a little gloating in his heart.
In short, Inspector Zhuo did come to "give a gift" to Jiang Xinghe this time, but it was just a gift from others. The gift was something Jiang Xinghe considered day and night - repairing the Taoist temple.
In addition to mentioning that Inspector Zhuo had been entrusted with supervising the work, the letter also asked Jiang Xinghe to leave for Feiyun Valley immediately to prepare for this year's Spring Festival Banquet.
Jiang Xinghe folded the letter and put it into his sleeve, and then with the movement of his spiritual power, he cleared a path from the thick snow on the ground and led directly to each side hall.
He said with a kind face: "The Taoist temple has always been quiet and there are few people, so there are no extra dormitories. I also ask all the craftsmen to stay in the side hall to rest."
There is a leader among the mortal craftsmen, a rough and strong man standing in front of everyone. He raised his head and glanced at Inspector Zhuo floating on the snow, and saw the latter gently nodding.
The rough and strong man immediately saluted and thanked Jiang Xinghe, then waved his right hand and led the way to the side hall. After a while, only the rustling of words was heard, and as candlelight lit up in each side hall, Baoyuan Guan, which was not filled with fireworks, was somewhat full of life and vitality.
When the craftsmen were settling down, Jiang Xinghe saluted again and said, "Please follow me, Inspector Zhuo."
The only two dormitories in Baoyuan Temple are Chen Daoren's bedroom and Jiang Xinghe's own living room.
Jiang Xinghe's plan was to arrange Inspector Zhuo in his room. Because he often practiced in Lingtian Valley, his room was quite tidy and clean.
"No need..." Inspector Zhuo seemed to have noticed Jiang Xinghe's intention, and said coldly as if he was thousands of miles away: "This is the new architectural drawing of Baoyuan Temple."
After he threw a scroll about two feet long, a book about the size of ten feet suddenly appeared at his feet. He jumped into the air while chanting a spell, and disappeared without a trace despite the cold wind raging in the air.
"Inspector Zhuo, the spiritual tea has been prepared a long time ago..."
Jiang Xinghe sneered and turned back to the valley without stopping.
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The rising sun is rising and the morning light is dim.
Jiang Xinghe stood on the top of Lingtian Valley, where the pines and cypresses reflected the snow, and the gold shone brightly on the sea of clouds. A moment later, a sound broke through the air from afar.
Jiang Xinghe moved his eyes and saw Inspector Zhuo opening the magic circle and ordering the assembled craftsmen.
After admiring the sea of clouds for a while, Jiang Xinghe suddenly came to the main hall. After saluting, he said, "Inspector Zhuo, I proofread the architectural drawings last night and there were slight changes. Please forgive me." After that, he handed over the long scroll. Return it.
After Inspector Zhuo took it, he looked at it for a moment, raised his eyes and stared at Jiang Xinghe and said, "The Incense Department naturally has the right to decide how to repair Baoyuan Temple."
After saying that, he ignored Jiang Xinghe and took out a large number of tools, equipment and materials from the storage bag, which was distributed to the craftsmen by the brawny leader yesterday.
In the latest scroll, Jiang Xinghe only specified that Chen Daoren's dormitory would not be changed, but that he would build a new incense department room next to it. Anyway, the top of Baoyuan Temple is so wide that it can accommodate many palaces and pavilions.
Taking one last look at Baoyuan Temple, which was about to be rebuilt, Jiang Xinghe pushed open the door of the Taoist temple and floated down the mountain. He was going to go to Ge Liang's invitation to attend the Spring Festival Banquet!
On the day Ge Liang left Baoyuan Temple, Zeng Yan invited Jiang Xinghe to attend the Spring Festival Banquet at the end of the year. Jiang Xinghe replied out of politeness, but actually he had not yet decided to go.
In the notes left by Taoist Chen, the description of the Spring Festival banquet was briefly described, and at the end it was mentioned in an understatement: If it is not necessary, you do not need to participate.
After receiving Ge Liang's personal letter last night, Jiang Xinghe made up his mind to go see it in person and express his gratitude to him in person. After all, the cost of rebuilding the Taoist temple was entirely borne by Feiyun Valley.
Jiang Xinghe could already imagine how much resistance he encountered. After all, Baoyuan Guan didn't turn in a penny for the incense offerings this year. How could He De receive such feedback!
Inspector Zhuo, who was standing on the ridge of the main hall of Baoyuan Temple, watched Jiang Xinghe's figure blur step by step until it disappeared, with a sinister smile on his lips.
"Every wall and every tile that I knock down must be smashed and searched carefully. If there is anything suspicious, it must be handed over to me immediately!" Zhuo Xunjian's spiritual pressure from the ninth level of Qi Refining swept through the Taoist temple, and all the craftsmen Immediately as silent as a cicada.
