Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 255 All the alien races are like dogs; the more they're beaten, the more they fawn! [Seeking monthly votes]

Uncle Ming, with an expression of utter disgrace, said:
"Don't even mention it. I don't know which bastard put my name, phone number, and home address on the black market, saying that I could get people out of Myawaddy. Now, people all over Quanzhou are looking for me, and I almost couldn't come back."

Zhouyi: "..."

Damn, that's a really underhanded trick!

Generally, underhanded tactics are designed to harm people, and whether you refuse directly or indirectly, it won't have any impact.

But if someone offers to save a life, refusing would be a bad omen, and if you don't refuse... even if Uncle Ming had nine lives, he wouldn't be enough for the people of Myawaddy to kill.

All I can say is that the person who came up with this underhanded trick is a master!

Uncle Ming's truck was filled with energy drinks like Red Bull and Lehu, as well as cigarette butts, suggesting he hadn't slept much on the journey.

Zhou Yi said to him:

"Why don't you take a nap?"

Uncle Ming laboriously pulled an outdoor backpack from the carriage, took out a tent and a set of outdoor bedding, and asked Zhou Yi:
"Master Yi, may I take a nap in the Sanqing Hall?"

Zhou Yi originally wanted Uncle Ming to sleep in Li Bai's bed, hoping to absorb the great poet's talent, but he didn't expect the guy to want to sleep in the main hall, so he didn't stop him.
"Okay, take a shower before you go to sleep. I'll unload the truck first. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."

Uncle Ming pulled another travel bag from the back seat of the driver's seat, which contained a change of clothes and toiletries... Clearly, this guy was prepared to survive in the wild if he got into a car accident.

"Just give me a bowl of braised pork, I'm going to take a shower first, we can talk again tonight."

After Uncle Ming entered the bathroom, Zhou Yi first divined his fate to confirm that there would be no danger to his life in the future. Only then did he open the back door of the van and prepare to unload the cargo.

The carriage was filled with statues of gods of all sizes, all wrapped in yellow silk cloth. As soon as the door was opened, a sense of mystery was immediately apparent.

Inside the innermost part were several stacks of plastic baskets, each containing a small statue of a deity.

Judging from the quantity, it seems they brought all their belongings back from Quanzhou.

To house these statues, Zhou Yi cleared out a storage room, laid wooden planks on the floor, and then moved the statues in one by one and arranged them.

Then, he cleaned the box and sent a message to Zhang Yuqiang, informing him that the statue had arrived and that he should bring offerings to Hunyuan Palace the next morning.

As for the amulets for Zhang Yuqiang's family, they have been prepared and can be worn for protection when they arrive tomorrow.

After taking a bath, Uncle Ming crawled into the tent in the Sanqing Hall and was snoring loudly in less than a minute, clearly exhausted from the trip.

By the time he crawled out of the tent, it was already past nine o'clock at night. He looked refreshed and had clearly recovered considerably.

"Master Yi, I'm really sorry to trouble you. I've transferred 100,000 yuan to you as my life-saving money."

Zhou Yi brought out the braised pork, along with a small bowl of rice and a plate of stir-fried bok choy. Uncle Ming devoured the food, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"After being extremely tired, braised pork is still the most satisfying thing to eat."

The Book of Changes says:

"Let's eat and then take a nap. We'll go to the city tomorrow."

Uncle Ming shook his head:

"I can't sleep anymore, or my destiny won't be able to suppress such great fortune. I'm going to drive to the city in a bit. My family has already arrived. We're having a housewarming banquet in a few days, and you have to come."

If he hadn't done those things to cheat his colleagues in the past, he could have stayed here for a night without any problem. But now, being able to sleep and have a meal in the Sanqing Hall is already the limit for Uncle Ming.

If we stay any longer, bad things will happen... Good fortune and misfortune are intertwined; when you can't control your good fortune, misfortune will follow one after another.

Thinking of giving Guan Gong a blessing tomorrow, Zhou Yi said:

"I'm going to consecrate the statue of Guan Yu tomorrow morning. If you're free, drive over and try to get some of Guan Yu's blessings."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Ming immediately nodded his thanks.

"Okay, okay, I'll drive over early tomorrow."

After the meal, he packed up the tent and other equipment, placed them behind the Sanqing Hall, and then drove the truck down the mountain to Yiyang City.

Zhou Yi tidied up the kitchen, went back to his room to read some Taoist scriptures, then washed up and went to bed.

Without Meiniang around, his days became increasingly monotonous.

In the other half, in the Zhenguan era of the Tang Dynasty, in a room behind the Hall of One Yuan, Li Mingda, wearing a yellow duck pajama, lay beside Wu Meiniang and whispered:
"If I'm clumsy, will the immortal send me back?"

Wu Zetian smiled gently:
"No, the Immortal Master has a very good temper. He didn't even get angry when Zhao'er threw herself into his arms... At that moment, I really wished I were a coward too."

Li Mingda was taken aback, as if he understood something, but the little girl didn't ask any more questions and changed the subject:
"Today, Father summoned divine lightning in the court and killed ten foreign officials. This may cause quite a stir in the Tang Dynasty. What do you think of this, sister?"

Wu Zetian said:
"It should have been done long ago. All the foreign races are like dogs; the more you beat them, the more they fawn over you."

As she said this, the image of Zhou Mou resurfaced in Wu Meiniang's mind once again.

All the changes in the Tang Dynasty were brought about by this man. I wonder if he is asleep now. Without his concubine by his side, does he secretly stay up all night...?

The next day, the two beauties, one older and one younger, brushed their teeth and washed their faces together. Li Mingda even tried Wu Zetian's facial cleanser and found it fragrant and pleasant. Not long after, Li Shimin personally brought breakfast and the latest news from the court:

"After the lightning strike yesterday, all the foreign officials in Chang'an adopted Han Chinese names, began to bow and greet each other, and even put their hair up. The remaining Turkic nobles also asked learned scholars to change the names of their ancestors, from the distant ancestor to the great ancestor, and then to the great ancestor, all of which were Han Chinese names, including generational names and courtesy names."

He worried for days, and even got a few more gray hairs. But he never expected that the path to Sinicization would be so simple. Killing ten foreign officials was more effective than saying ten baskets of nice things to them or explaining ten baskets of reason to them.

Li Mingda said with a grin:
"Wu Cairen said that all foreign tribes are like dogs; the more you beat them, the more they fawn over you."

Li Shimin's eyes lit up, and he decided to put these words into practice.

While marveling at her, he developed a new curiosity about Wu Zetian's historical achievements... Could a woman who could so incisively point out the nature of foreign races be insignificant?

On the other side, Uncle Ming drove a Land Rover Defender to Hunyuan Palace.

As soon as he got out of the car, he opened the trunk and carried out half a carcass of pork:

"I ate the meal you cooked yesterday, so I'll give you some extra ingredients today."

Zhou Yi felt that if Uncle Ming continued to be so generous, his good fortune would be higher than a three-story building.

Half a pig was too much for Zhou Yi to finish in a short time, so he simply made some Sichuan peppercorn salt, cut the meat into large pieces, rubbed it repeatedly with the Sichuan peppercorn salt, and put it into a jar to pickle.

Take it out in a couple of days and hang it in a well-ventilated place to air dry for a while, and it will become air-dried salted meat.

If you smoke it with pine or cypress wood, it becomes smoked cured meat.

After the two finished their work, Ding Zhenhua accompanied Zhang Yuqiang to Hunyuan Palace.

The statue was ready and placed at the main entrance. Under Ding Zhenhua's guidance, Zhang Yuqiang held the statue of Guan Gong in his arms and began to worship at the mountain gate.

To avoid appearing out of place, Uncle Ming specially brought a Taoist robe and joined Zhou Yi in the ritual, hoping to borrow some of Lao Guan's luck and make up for his thin, fragile fortune.

After the ceremony, Zhang Yuqiang looked at the empty roof of the God of Wealth Temple and sighed:
"Does the fact that the Temple of the God of Wealth has no roof mean that wealth is endless and without limit?"

Zhou Yi said with a smile:

"That's not true. The roof of the God of Wealth Temple will be fixed soon. If it's not repaired soon, the gods will come to us in our dreams and scold us."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuqiang also wanted to contribute:

"Will we need a crane to repair the roof? How about I have the factory's crane come and help?"

Zhou Yi did not agree:

“Roof repair can only be done by hand, without any machinery. My grandfather has been repairing roofs for most of his life, but he left me with a few unfinished tasks. If I use machinery, he will beat me up.”

Zhang Yuqiang was somewhat disappointed, but Ding Zhenhua, who was standing to the side, had an idea:
“Master Zhou’s place accepts all kinds of donations. I donated a batch of flour a few days ago. Doesn’t your crane factory produce small cranes? Donate one to Master Zhou and see if you can receive a blessing from the gods.”

These words really reminded Zhang Yuqiang:

“That’s a good idea. Next time I come to invite the statue home, I’ll bring a crane to donate to Hunyuan Palace. When you’re not busy, Master Zhou, please come to our crane factory and hold a blessing ceremony for them.”

Zhou Yi almost burst out laughing. Why does your factory always like to hold religious ceremonies?
The last time the big boss held a religious ceremony at his home, he burned down his entire villa. His son is now in a mental hospital and kowtows to everyone he meets.

Unexpectedly, the small business owner also had this idea.

He didn't agree immediately, but instead took out a copper coin to divine the outcome. After confirming it was very auspicious, he nodded and said:

"The sixth day of next month is an auspicious day; I'll go there then."

After Zhang Yuqiang and Ding Zhenhua left, Uncle Ming sighed:
"The divination method your grandfather taught me is quite accurate. I calculated that the crane equipment factory was connected to you, and I didn't expect to connect with you so quickly."

Zhou Yi didn't take the matter to heart, but he was very curious about the specifications of the crane that Zhang Yuqiang wanted to donate.

Even a small crane weighing only three to five tons was a national treasure in the ancient world!
Whenever a world needs a crane, drive it there to earn good karma, and drive it back when you're done. Refuel it if needed, maintain it if needed—a win-win situation!
On the other side, in the world of Emperor Yuan of the Western Han Dynasty.

Liu Shi formally issued an edict in the court, appointing Xin Qingji as the Grand Protector of the Western Regions and Cavalry Commandant, in charge of all military and political affairs in the Western Regions.

To encourage this iron-willed Protector-General, Liu Shi also bestowed upon him two large Han black dragon banners, hoping that he could restore the Han Dynasty's dominance in the Western Regions.

After recounting this matter, Liu Shi summoned Liu Xiang to the palace.

After Chen Tang's last home visit, Liu Xiang heard that his historical name had been changed from Gengsheng to Liu Xiang, and immediately announced the name change, which could be considered as giving Liu Shi face.

You dismissed Liu Gengsheng back then, but now you're promoting Liu Xiang. It's not the same person, so it's not a slap in the face.

After Liu Xiang entered the court, Liu Shi announced:

"Liu Xiang is appointed Grand Master of the Imperial Clan, and together with Gu Yong and others, he will annotate the Gongyang Commentary, following the divine decree of the immortals to restore the glory of the Han Dynasty!"

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