"Tianshi."

Outside Tianji Palace, Du Xuanfeng was sitting alone on the fence watching the sunrise. He turned his head and saw Feng Yikang coming from not far away.

"Erlang."

Du Xuanfeng quickly withdrew his gaze and looked back in the distance.

"The time is coming," Feng Yikang whispered, "It's time for us to go down and pick up Saburo and the others."

"No hurry." Du Xuanfeng said softly, "Let's talk when Sanlang and the others come out from below."

Feng Yikang stood beside Du Xuanfeng, and he looked out of the fence - at Du Xuanfeng's hanging feet, there was a ravine that was thousands of feet deep under Sanchen Mountain.

Before the sun shines, the deep valley is like a black pool of water, full of unknowns and dangers.

Feng Yikang sighed, "The Heavenly Master deserves the name of "mockery", and he is indeed born to be very dangerous... Isn't you afraid to sit at such a high place?"

Du Fufeng laughed.

"This is pure and easy to think about things."

"What is the Heavenly Master thinking?"

"I'm thinking about my own way of dying."

Feng Yikang looked at Du Xuanfeng with some surprise, "...is it true?"

Du Xuanfeng supported his face, "When winter is quiet, you can think about your own way of dying and calculate some things clearly, so as not to die before you finish it..."

Feng Yikang laughed, "I can't tell that the Heavenly Master is such a pessimistic person."

"Are you pessimistic?" Du Huanfeng suddenly turned his head and looked at Erlang, "You don't usually want this?"

"It's useless." Erlang leaned against the fence, "After all, this matter is unsure."

"Yes, so I have to count."

"What are the Heavenly Masters?"

"Is there a lot of virtue accumulated in this life or a lot of evil committed?" Du Qiangfeng replied.

"...Ah?" Erlang was stunned again, "What are you doing?"

"It's up to you," Du Huanfeng's finger gently touched his cheek. He looked at Yun Yi who was gradually lit up in the distance and whispered, "If you commit too many evils, you will have to fall into hell after you die."

Feng Yikang suddenly laughed - he was really amused by Du Kangfeng's serious nonsense.

"What's so funny?" Du Qianfeng glanced at him.

"So the Heavenly Master is afraid that he will go to hell after he dies?"

"Yes." Du Huanfeng murmured, "If you can't enter the cycle of reincarnation again, you will be completely unable to turn over."

Feng Yikang held back his laughter, "What if the accumulated virtue is far more than the evil committed?"

Du Qiangfeng also laughed, and he pointed at the sky above his head, "That might turn into a star in the sky and become an immortal?"

Just as Feng Yikang was about to say something, his third brother Feng Yiping's voice came from behind him.

"Second brother! Heavenly Master!"

Du Xuanfeng and Feng Yikang turned around at the same time, and indeed saw him strode towards him.

Du Xuanfeng turned over and jumped off the fence and walked forward with Feng Yikang at the same time. The three of them had a brief conversation. Feng Yiping took a few of his subordinates to the place where they rested.

Behind him, hundreds of Taoist Taoists from Tianji Palace came out from a cave entrance on the mountainside. Many Taoists who were equally early stood by the road waiting. When all the people inside were exposed, they entered the cave one by one.

The same is true for Du Kuangfeng and Feng Yikang.

The long tunnel was filled with messy footsteps, and Feng Yikang and Du Qiangfeng walked side by side.

"Tianshi," Feng Yikang lowered his head and tidied up his sleeves. "Although I don't know how you calculate it, I don't think you have to worry about going to hell."

"Yeah."

"Just the thing we are doing now, there will be immeasurable merits." Feng Yikang whispered, "If the monks really lose their spiritual power in the future, if they want to safely survive the flooding of the Spirit River, they can only rely on the spiritual weapons we cast in advance now."

"It's just a drop in the bucket."

"Why is this a drop in the bucket?" Feng Yikang smiled, "It just so happened that His Majesty also informed the states and prefectures yesterday. They should have prepared in advance. After the spiritual weapon is cast, as long as it can last for three to five years and endure the Linghe River naturally sinks, we will pass this hurdle - this is your advice from the Heavenly Master, and it will be a great achievement to save the world no matter what."

Du Fufeng didn't say anything for a while. After a while, he said, "That's why I feel strange."

“What’s strange?”

"Since Your Majesty informed the states and prefectures a few days ago, why hasn't anyone come to Tianji Palace to ask for drawings for casting spiritual weapons until now?"

"Maybe they have a way."

Before they knew it, the two had already reached the end of the road in the cave.

Inside the hollow mountain, a tower that was almost as high as the mountain stood among them. The tower was filled with golden light, but it had a translucent texture.

The closer you get to the base of the tower, the darker the color, the more realistic it is. Through the translucent tower body, Du Kuangfeng and Feng Yikang can even see the structure at the bottom clearly.

There are nine floors in the tower, and each floor has seven raised corners. The Taoists in Tianji Palace constantly superimpose mantras on the tower, day and night, and these mantras will eventually melt into the real tower body of the tower.

"It's a pity that another ready-made tower foundation was burned by the spirit-bearing man this summer." Feng Yikang sighed, "Otherwise, one in Chang'an might be evenly given."

Du Xuanfeng didn't say anything. He looked at the tall tower under construction and the people who were busy, with a little uncertainty in his eyes.

If Mingtang had not caught fire at the beginning and the foundation of the tower was indeed preserved, would the empress send it to Chang'an?

Always feel it is unlikely.

...

Inside Wei's house, Wei Xingzhen woke up from a long dream.

Once you fall asleep, the pain is forgotten, and a short rest seems to bring about the peace that you would expect.

He opened his eyes and saw Feng Yan lying beside him.

She lay on her side, breathing slowly and softly. Wei Xingzhen turned into an adult and leaned over and kissed Feng Yan's side face.

Suddenly, he realized some changes and immediately sat up.

The movement also woke Feng Yan beside him up. Feng Yan opened her eyes and saw that Wei Xingzhen had gotten out of bed. While he tossed and turned, he looked at his left hand and repeatedly stroked the back of his neck with his right hand.

"Xingzhen..." Feng Yan had been sleeping for less than an hour. It was the time to be sleepy. She looked at her husband who was suddenly restless in front of her, "What are you doing..."

"The demon-suppressing nail seems to be missing!" Wei Xingzhen quickly walked to Feng Yan and handed his hand over, "Look."

Feng Yan rubbed her eyes and suddenly laughed.

She stretched out her right hand towards Wei Xingzhen, "Look at what this is..."

In Feng Yan's palm, three demon-suppressing nails slowly emerged as her spiritual power gathered.

But at this moment, the three long nails are no longer ordinary silver, and the surface of the nail body is covered with dark red mottled patterns. If you pull out the nails privately, the nail body will leave such traces.

Wei Xingzhen was stunned, "When did you--"

"After you fell asleep last night," Feng Yan lowered her eyes and looked at the nail in her hand, and smiled, "I changed my mind, Xingzhen."
Chapter completed!