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

Chapter 65 Wang Lingguan: Order Completed! [Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Little Yellow Chicken]

At noon, Zhou Yi and Wu Meiniang each had a bowl of braised noodles, while Chen Tang finished off the rest.

This general, who once dominated the Western Regions, was wearing a basketball jersey, holding a large stainless steel basin, with a handful of garlic cloves in his left hand. He would take a bite of noodles and then pop a clove of garlic into his mouth.

In the center of the courtyard stood the newly assembled solar cooker, with a kettle of water on its shelf. Zhou Yi was preparing to demonstrate how to use the solar cooker to the two of them, and at the same time test its water-boiling efficiency.

Chen Tang stared at the solar cooker for a while, then said to Zhou Yi:

"Sir, this thing seems to be used as a torture device. You can tie a person's hands to the water heater stand and keep them burning the hands with the solar cooker until they are scalded if they don't tell the truth... I'll test it on some foreign bandits when I get back and see how it goes."

Zhouyi: "..."

Can you please stop talking about this during meals? It makes our Hunyuan Palace feel like a prison.

He said vaguely:

"You can handle things yourselves. You don't need to tell me everything. Once you pass Chigu City, you'll reach Wensu. Get to the Protectorate as soon as possible and return to Chang'an soon."

Zhizhi Chanyu's head is still in the camp. Chen Tang has carefully preserved it with lime, intending to hang it on Gao Street in Chang'an, where foreign envoys reside, to deter barbarians and villains.

Historically, Chen Tang was resented for this incident. Kuang Heng felt that this was not in accordance with the principles of benevolent governance, nor with etiquette, and worried that foreign envoys would be angry.

Only after Wang Shang and other court officials argued forcefully did the head remain hanging for ten days before it was hastily removed, for fear that the envoys would protest.

Three years later, Emperor Cheng ascended the throne, and Kuang Heng specifically submitted a memorial impeaching Chen Tang for this matter, resulting in Chen Tang being demoted to a commoner.

To be honest, if Kuang Heng had used his grudge-holding ability to deal with small foreign states, Chen Tang wouldn't have needed to step in and save face for the Han Dynasty at the end of the Western Han Dynasty.

Soon, the water boiled. Chen Tang and Wu Meiniang were so surprised that they forgot to eat their noodles. Zhou Yi was also somewhat surprised, not expecting the solar cooker to be so useful.

"Sir, may I take this with me?"

Chen Tang wiped his mouth, lifted the kettle down, and touched the aluminum kettle with his hand, then got burned.

The Book of Changes says:

"These solar cookers were bought for you. You take eight of them, and let Meiniang take the remaining two. You can divide the matching kettles and pots among yourselves."

Chen Tang's face lit up with joy, and he immediately thought of Huo Qubing:

"What about the Marquis of Champion's side?"

"His cavalry unit is good at large-scale flanking maneuvers, so they're not suited to using solar cookers. I've prepared some other supplies for him... It's his first time on the battlefield, so I need to make him enjoy the feeling."

In the coming decades, Huo Qubing will not only need to seal the wolf's lair and drink from the vast sea, but also sweep across the Northeast and conquer Central Asia. He will have to fight many battles and travel a lot. Hopefully, he can get used to the bumpy days on horseback.

Chen Tang shoveled the noodles clean, pushed over the flatbed cart used for transporting bricks at the construction site, loaded it with eight solar cookers, ninety manganese steel spearhead shovels, a box of egg noodles, and two high-capacity lithium battery searchlights, and was about to leave excitedly.

Wu Zetian calculated the time and said:
"The Champion Marquis will come in three days, and the next time he will come will be eight days later. General Chen, please come again in eight days. At that time, we can have a reunion dinner together. Immortal Master, please prepare hot pot."

Chen Tang immediately understood:

"I'll bring two sheep then. We've already eaten sheep from Kangju and Wusun, it's time to try sheep from Wensu."

He clasped his hands in a salute and returned to the world of Emperor Yuan of the Western Han Dynasty through the main gate.

After Chen Tang left, Wu Meiniang looked at Zhou Yi and asked:

"Immortal Master, when will I be able to obtain local residency?"

"The longer you live here, the faster you can get your household registration."

Upon hearing this, Wu Zetian made a decision:
"I will return the day after tomorrow and ask about Sister Gongsun's situation. If she and Li Bai are in the same world, they should go to Chang'an to meet up as soon as possible."

Regardless of which path Li Bai takes in the future, he should first make a trip to Chang'an as a disciple of the Immortal Master Yiyuan to gain some exposure, which will save him a lot of trouble.

Of course, over time, Li Bai, who had spent his whole life seeking an official position, might have come to look down on being an official... No official is as enjoyable as being a god!

In the afternoon, Wu Meiniang helped Zhou Yi move a lot of bricks, watered the vegetable garden, and weeded, keeping herself very busy.

Zhou Yi said, "Building a Taoist temple can't be done overnight, don't be so impatient... What would you like to eat tonight?"

"I would like to eat layered pancakes with spicy soup."

I had eaten this combination once in town, and Wu Zetian couldn't forget it.

Zhou Yi washed his hands and said:
"That's only available in the morning. How about this, I'll make some dough, bake a few pepper and salt layered pancakes, and cook a hot and sour soup. If you want to drink spicy soup, you can go to town tomorrow morning."

"Very well, I will follow your arrangements."

While Zhou Yi went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, Wu Meiniang went to check on the newly installed streetlights and studied the foldable solar panels, so she wouldn't be unsure how to use them when she got back.

At the same time, in the psychiatric office of Yiyang City Mental Hospital, Feng Weiguo, the nearly fifty-year-old department director, was reviewing patients' physical examination reports.

After reading one of them, he slammed his fist on the table.
"Even these idiots are healthier than me, so why don't I let them get uremia? Why are these damned bastards healthier than me?!"

After reading it, he flipped to the next report. When he saw data on kidney function, his anger intensified, and the veins on his forehead bulged, making him look like a wild beast about to go berserk.

Just then, the cell phone on the table rang.

Upon seeing the incoming call, he quickly dropped the medical report he was holding and answered the phone:

"Fairy Stone, is the method you told me going to work? I've already sent out more than a dozen envelopes in the past two days. According to you, can I borrow several decades of lifespan?"

One envelope takes three years, so ten envelopes take thirty years.

In order to live to eighty, he has already spent tens of thousands of yuan in the past two days.

A middle-aged woman's voice came through the phone, with a heavy Xiuchuan County accent:

“It will work, it will work. Just scatter the envelopes as I said, and it will definitely work. If you want it to work faster, you can secretly kowtow to the younger generation... This is a longevity secret personally taught to me by my master, who is also the president of the Feng Shui Folk Customs Association of Yiyang City. I won’t charge you any money.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Weiguo was immediately filled with fighting spirit:
"Is it okay to kowtow to anyone?"

"The closer the relationship is to you, the better the effect. The principle is that when elders kowtow to their juniors, they shorten their own lifespan, and the shortened lifespan will be added to yours. Try it more often, it works both ways."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Weiguo hesitated, wondering which junior colleague he should ask for help. As he pondered this, he noticed the stack of medical reports beside him, and his mind immediately began to work with ideas:
"Everyone says that doctors have the heart of parents, so it's reasonable for me to borrow the lifespan of these useless people, right?"

After saying this, he muttered to himself:
"No problem at all. These useless people are just wasting air and food by living. They might as well transfer their lifespans to me. That's the only value they have in their lives."

After making up his mind, Feng Weiguo walked out of his office, put his hands behind his back, and went to inspect the inpatient department, just like a conscientious and responsible good doctor.

Whenever he saw those strong, young patients, a flash of hatred would appear in his eyes—hatred that God was blind and that his illness could not be transferred to others.

As he walked, he found his target: a teenager with autism, who was sitting in the hallway, lost in thought.

Feng Weiguo looked around and, finding no one, lifted his white coat and knelt down in front of the autistic child with a thud. Without saying a word, he began to kowtow, becoming more and more greedy, wishing he could take all of the child's lifespan and give it to him.

The child was terrified, the security guard watching the surveillance was terrified, and so were the hospital leaders who were coming downstairs.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, never expecting that the head of the psychiatry department of the mental hospital would actually be a mentally ill person who secretly knelt down to people.

Was it infected by that patient surnamed Xu?

While Feng Weiguo was fantasizing about borrowing a large sum of money to prolong his life, the hospital security guards arrived. They pushed open the stairwell door and rushed in, tying Feng Weiguo up tightly.

Feng Weiguo was startled, then shouted that he was not sick and asked everyone to show some respect. He also cursed the security captain, saying that he was brain-dead and could not manage his subordinates.

The hospital leaders exchanged glances, realizing that Old Feng's condition was far more serious than they had imagined, and immediately issued the highest directive:
"Director Feng is one of our own, so let's give him the strongest possible current to help him recover as soon as possible..."

Feng Weiguo was escorted by a group of his own people to receive electroshock therapy. The more he struggled, the more they felt that the electroshock therapy was really necessary.

As Feng Weiguo's wailing cries for his parents echoed from the electrocution room, a gentle breeze blew a red leaf from the Hunyuan Palace, causing it to drift and land before the statue of Wang Lingguan.

Order completed!
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