Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

Chen Huan controlled the beasts to search the surrounding area quickly.

"Fuck, how come there is not even a trace of it."

Even if he encountered a beast tide like him, the gold note would not be destroyed.

"Could it be that this fat man didn't leave the city?"

The command was issued, and all the beasts ran towards him in an instant.

Looking towards the direction of the city, his face was a little gloomy.

"In that case, I will overturn you once more.

A large number of birds gathered

"Can your broken city still resist the kerosene of the air force?"

Ten thousand beasts galloped towards Qi'an City....................

Inner city.

The middle-aged craftsman led the black-robed man to a sunny open space.

"Are you alone? Where are your craftsmen?"

Kurosawa asked suspiciously.

"The Wenqu Temple was built by the power of will, so what kind of craftsmen are needed?"

The worker was seen muttering:

"A golden building rises from above, and peace and happiness come to the ground for four seasons."

""With a book in the left hand and a pen in the right hand, I step on the fairy ladder step by step, and build Wenqu with peaches and plums in my hands. Wenqu shines brightly, and great luck and prosperity!"

After saying this, he raised the gold note in his hand high, and the gold note turned into stars in the sky.

The stars gathered into the figures of craftsmen.

Those craftsmen took axes and chisels and quickly hammered at the empty space here.

Bricks and stones appeared out of thin air, and scaffolding was erected in the void.

The eaves and tiles of the temple gradually emerged.

The people in Hei Ze were ecstatic.

At this speed, the Wenqu Temple will be completed soon.

Outside the other side of the palace.

Several guards dragged Li Tingzhi's body out of the palace gate.

He threw it to a guard and said:

"Still the same, feed the dog."

The guard smiled:

"I think those dogs are getting fat. Why don't we just find a place to bury them?"

The guard touched the sword on his waist.

"You want to disobey the imperial decree."

The guard immediately knelt on one knee:

"I dare not, I will definitely feed the dogs."

The ghost-faced guard looked at him coldly and turned back to the palace.

""Huh~"

The guard couldn't help but let out a long breath and said:

"I'm so scared, these guards are so scary."

The guards nearby also gathered around and said:

"They are all tough guys picked from thousands, so let's just follow the rules."

"How many are these?"

"Drag the cart over here."

Several people put Li Tingzhi's body on the cart and headed for the dog cage.

The dog cage is actually a form of punishment used by the Ministry of Justice. In the past, hungry and vicious dogs were used to bite people to death as a threat.

Now this punishment is gone. These dogs are so full that they can't bear it anymore.

"Do you think you can finish it?"

"That's tough. This guy is pretty big. Eat half of it."

"What should I do? I have to borrow a dog?"

"Well, there's no one here."

Suddenly a guard looked around and said stealthily:

"Come and feel it, this is another prime minister."

Several people quickly searched Li Tingzhi's chest and soon took out a yellow gem that was glowing with colorful light:

"This is going to be a big deal. What kind of rare treasure is this? It shines so brightly."

"Quick, let me see it."

Several guards quickly gathered around, staring at the carrier stone with shining eyes.

"This is simply a fairy item."The voices of admiration continued.

At this moment, Li Tingzhi, who was lying on the cart, suddenly contracted his dilated pupils.

He blinked quickly and was alive!

Then he slowly sat up on the cart.

He glanced at the guards who were still gathered together and got off the cart.

He punched with a gust of wind.

He threw three punches in a row, hitting the guard's temple. The huge force directly stuffed the soft leather helmet into his head.

The remaining soldier holding the carrying stone was startled and was about to speak.

But Li Tingzhi stretched out his hand and pinched his throat tightly.

Li Tingzhi took the carrying stone from the guard's hand, squeezed it hard, and the bones cracked.

The four guards all fell to the ground.

After doing this, the space in front of Li Tingzhi was distorted, and finally three items emerged.

Looking at these three things, Li Tingzhi couldn't help but laughed hoarsely:

"It is really difficult to get this prime minister reward."

These three things are the spiritual treasures that can be exchanged for official power. As long as you become the prime minister and walk out of the palace alive, you can receive them.

But for Li Tingzhi's current situation, it is useless.

This spiritual treasure cannot be used in the secret realm either, and it is just a decoration.

He grabbed the lapels of his clothes with both hands, pulled hard, and his shirt burst.

Only a pair of trousers was left on his body.

Li Tingzhi lowered his head, with a bloody hole in his chest, and his entire heart was gone.

But he was still alive.

His eyes quickly looked at his left arm.

He saw the poisonous red line on his left arm because of drinking the"Three Days Rotten Heart Powder". At this time, it was like a burning incense. It quickly faded from the armpit downwards.

When taking poison, the blood line reaches the chest and the person dies, but when the person dies, the poison actually contains a lot of vitality! It brought Li Tingzhi back to life.

But this is not a long-term method. If you are a person, you must have a heart. This is the law of heaven.

"If the blood line returns to my palm, I will definitely die!"

Li Tingzhi immediately judged.

He then took out a brocade bag from his sleeve on the ground, which was given by General Zhao from the frontier. He tore it open and a piece of bamboo fell out.

Li Tingzhi took the bamboo piece and opened it.

Then his pupils shrank.

"Tianjitai said,"The people can live in Wenqu. Is this what it means?"

He quickly packed the carrying stone and the three spiritual treasures in a cloth bag and ran out. He rushed directly into the Ministry of Justice, kicked the stable, grabbed a horse and went to the outer city.....................

The Wenqu Temple in Kurosawa was built very quickly. At this time, the tiles had been completed and the paintings appeared.

Several people stared at the Wenqu Temple.

When the last plaque appeared, the illusory workers on the left and right disappeared.

A large Wenqu Temple was formed.

The middle-aged craftsman turned around, holding the gold paint and brush in his hand, and looked at Kurosawa and said:

"The great scholar wrote the inscription, and the temple was completed."

Hei Ze took the pen without saying a word, stirred it in the gold lacquer, stepped on the ladder and went up to the big inscription at the temple gate. He wrote with great vigor and power:

""The Eternal Literary Master."

Below it was written by Kurosawa.

Almost as soon as Kurosawa finished writing, a lot of colorful dirt floated out of his body. This was the colorful light of the city walls he touched when he traveled around the countries.

The dirt flew straight into the Wenqu Temple.

In the middle of the Wenqu Temple, a ball of mud was twisted and deformed, as if countless people were kneading and shaping it.

In the end, it directly formed Kurosawa's appearance.

He was wearing a gorgeous Confucian robe, holding a jade slip, and looking up at the stars.

"It's done!"

But after waiting for a long time, there was only this, no other image

"No, it should be to recognize the master! Why is there no movement!"

Hei Ze turned around and asked the middle-aged craftsman.

The middle-aged craftsman glanced at him.

"After the temple was built, it must be opened. We need to find sincere people to set an example for the people and burn incense."

Hei Ze immediately asked the people behind to bring incense into the temple, light the fire sticks and kowtow.

But after they kowtowed, the temple remained the same.

There was no movement.

Hei Ze was a little anxious:

"What's going on? Why is it still useless?"

The middle-aged craftsman also frowned:

"This shouldn’t be the case. Weren’t they the ones who paid for the temple construction?"

"What? What does it have to do with who pays?"

The middle-aged craftsman rolled his eyes and said speechlessly:

"Of course, whoever pays for the temple repairs is the role model for the people."

Everyone in Hei Ze turned their heads and looked at where the horses were tied.

The fat man was already breathing less and more, hanging on the horse.

"Fuck! Help!"