Chapter 211 Differential Treatment The expansion and reconstruction plan of Ziwei Temple is proceeding in full swing under the command of Grandpa Gongshu. But problems were also exposed. There are too many people. No matter how much the Ziwei Temple is rebuilt, the most it can do is expand from the original area of less than three acres to ten acres. After all, Ziwei Temple is just a temple for descendants, not a monastery. The only Taoist priest who lives here permanently is Jiang Lin. It's just a simple job. Even if I bring ten cows with me, it will take me at most half a year to finish it. These are the original words of Mr. Gongshu. Even if one strives for perfection and is extremely meticulous, there would not be a need for so many people lingering in Ziwei Temple now. This is also what Bai Suzhen and others have been worried about. The consumption of money and grain is secondary. Anyway, with Zhou Rou, the largest and most domineering rich woman in Zhou Kingdom, around, transferring grain and money is just a matter of a word.
Mainly because there is no work to do. Jiang Lin's plan is more like "work-for-relief" than charity. The people are not here to eat and do nothing. If they just stay here without working but eat three meals of fatty meat every day, they would feel guilty about it. "Master, there are too many people, and more people are coming." Bai Suzhen looked at the bustling construction site of Ziwei Temple with some worry. The workers were very excited and working efficiently. And there are even more workers who are eager to do something but have no work to do. I was so depressed because I had no work to do that I felt embarrassed when I went to eat. Those who have work to do are full of energy and are even afraid that their work will be taken away from them. Those who were frowning looked at their children who originally could not read a single word, and now can write hundreds of words. But he did nothing. The most he could do was to take over the women's work and wash the dishes. Shame, so shameful. It can be said that the only reason they are still here is because Jiang Lin promised to teach their children. I stayed here shamelessly for the sake of my children. "This is not a solution. Sooner or later, we will have lazy people." Bai Suzhen said softly. Don't be too lenient in fulfilling your obligations. Even though there are no problems now, people still feel guilty about the fact that they can eat food that they would never have dared to dream of in the past without working for it. But what if it takes a long time? Those who were working discovered that those who were not working were eating the same food as themselves.
After not working for a long time, I no longer felt guilty and instead felt at ease. If that were the case, not only would it go against Jiang Lin's original intention, it would also likely escalate into a fight. "The most urgent task is to find jobs for the people." Bai Suzhen looked at Jiang Lin. She remembered that when she first raised this question, Jiang Lin was confident. I don't know what he is going to do. Do you want to make the entire Longjing Mountain covered by Ziwei Temple? Although it is not impossible, the emperor of the time would even be happy to give more support. But, some of it crossed the line. Jiang Lin is alone, and he has no intention of establishing a sect. What can he do by building such a large Taoist temple? "Friend Bai, do you know Jiazhou?" Jiang Lin suddenly asked a somewhat strange question. Bai Suzhen was stunned when she heard this, but she quickly reacted and said subconsciously: "Daoyou, are you talking about Jiazhou in Shu? What is there there..." As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something and looked up at Jiang Lin with some surprise and a probing look in her eyes. Jiang Lin smiled slightly and chanted slowly: "The spring mirror is full of green spiral hair, and the waves do not touch the precious dust. I know that the divine power is endless, and the six feet tall golden fruit is small." As he spoke, he looked towards Longjiang Mountain and said with a smile: "The whole mountain will be used as the foundation, and the stone Buddha will be carved out." “It’s really something that makes people yearn for it.” Bai Suzhen heard this and knew what Jiang Lin was planning. She looked at Jiang Lin deeply and said with a smile, "That's a big project." "If we really want to do it, even though Longjing Mountain is smaller than Jiazhou Leshan, the current manpower is not enough." That's right, if Jiang Lin's idea is really followed and a statue is carved on Longjing Mountain in imitation of the Leshan Giant Buddha, the workload will be so huge that the workers currently idle in Ziwei Temple will not be enough even if they work in three shifts. The original redundancy has turned into a gap. "It's enough." Jiang Lin suddenly smiled and walked into the bustling Ziwei Temple. "Taoist Priest!" "I've met the Taoist priest!" "The Taoist priest is merciful!" Many workers were greeting Jiang Lin, and those who had nothing to do were even more attentive, with a mixture of shame and attentiveness on their faces. Jiang Lin greeted everyone with a smile, and then walked towards Grandpa Gongshu who was not far away. "Master, I have something to ask you." Jiang Lin pulled old man Gongshu to a quieter place. "What's the matter with Taoist Priest?"
Old Man Gongshu had great respect for this Taoist priest who, although young, had saved millions of lives. "I have an idea. I want to carve a stone statue on Longjing Mountain." "Oh?" Hearing this, Mr. Gongshu could not help but look at the statue of Emperor Ziwei covered by yellow cloth, and said thoughtfully: "It is wonderful to take the stone from this mountain and carve the statue of this temple." "Master, you misunderstood." Jiang Lin smiled and said softly: "Do you know... the Leshan Giant Buddha?" "Um……" "Um??!!" Old Man Gongshu nodded subconsciously. After all, as a craftsman, how could he not know about such a miraculous wonder? But he immediately came to his senses and looked at Jiang Lin in surprise. "Young Taoist priest, let alone the scale of the Leshan Giant Buddha, even if it is reduced ten times, it is not something that can be done with this amount of manpower." Old Master Gongshu frowned and said, "Moreover, to be honest, I really want to carve a statue out of a mountain. If I succeed, it will be the greatest honor of my life." "But, human and material resources are secondary. I'm afraid people may die in the process..." This is what the old man is most worried about. "Master, these people are enough, and there will be no accidents." "When cutting rocks, the dangers are nothing more than blasting the mountain, or because the rocks are so hard, the craftsmen need to hang in the air for a long time and use tools to carve them bit by bit." "As time goes on, there is a danger of falling." Old Man Gongshu nodded but said nothing. He was very curious about how Jiang Lin was going to solve the problem. "In the final analysis, it's because the rocks are too hard, but if..." As Jiang Lin spoke, he picked up a piece of bluestone and then a stone hammer. Then, under the surprised gaze of Grandpa Gongshu, the stone hammer fell on the bluestone, but it was as if it hit a crispy cake, and it easily cut off a large piece. "This……" Of course, Grandpa Gongshu knew that Jiang Lin was a cultivator, but he was not stupid enough to think that Jiang Lin was showing off his skills to him. He took the bluestone and stone hammer from Jiang Lin's hand, tried it himself, and found that they were exactly the same as Jiang Lin's just now. "If all the rocks are this soft, and only become this soft when chiseled and rubbed with tools, do you think it is feasible, old man?" Jiang Lin asked with a smile. Then he noticed that the old man in front of him was getting redder and redder, and his breathing was getting heavier. "What should we do?" The old man grabbed Jiang Lin's sleeve, as if he was afraid that he would run away.
"The specific rules are, of course, that you come and what you want to carve is naturally the statue of Emperor Ziwei." "As for this stone, just give it to me." After Jiang Lin finished speaking, the old man became visibly excited. He immediately called over a group of "henchmen" and started making arrangements. As for Jiang Lin, he was glaringly ignored by the old man. Jiang Lin didn't mind. He just walked slowly to the main hall, bowed to the statue of the emperor, and was about to hand over the "application form". After all, this matter still needed the emperor's approval, otherwise it would be suspected of flattery. But before Jiang Lin could say anything, the familiar purple-gold energy began to rise again in his sea of consciousness and gathered into two large words. 'OK' Jiang Lin blinked, bowed again, then quickly came to the statue of Wang Lingguan, walked into the isolation zone formed by wooden stakes and talisman ropes, and sat cross-legged in front of the statue. The Shenxiao method was running silently, and the spiritual consciousness communicated with Wang Lingguan's thoughts inside the statue. The next moment, Jiang Lin’s eyes blurred. When Jiang Lin opened his eyes again, what he saw was the familiar sky island covered with colorful thunders, and the mighty and domineering Lingguan Ye in front of him. "I met the teacher." Jiang Lin stood up and saluted. "Ah." Wang Lingguan glanced at Jiang Lin with a strange look on his face, and said, "Xuanying, you have a good heart. It is not wrong to respect the Emperor no matter how much you respect him." "But, we are a Taoist sect, there is no need to compete with each other in fancy ways. Do you understand what I mean?" Wang Lingguan had been paying close attention to the reconstruction of Ziwei Temple since its inception. I thought that if there were any mistakes or omissions, I could correct them in time. But unexpectedly, Fu Zheng was not needed, but this kid wanted to do something big... "Xuanying, I know your plan, but..." Wang Lingguan said earnestly: "Once, Marshal Tianpeng also wrote to Ziweiyuan, wanting to erect a hundred-foot-tall stele on Magu Mountain to record the deeds of the Emperor incarnating as the Northern Emperor and performing the Great Demon Black Law, so that his disciples can admire him." "But the Emperor said: It is useless and cannot be done." "It can be seen from this that the Emperor doesn't like it very much... So how about thinking of another way?" He originally wanted to say that the Emperor was not very fond of flattery, but if he said it out loud, it would sound like Marshal Cricket Tianpeng flattering the horse but hit the horse's leg. So just leave it blank. "Disciple understands, but..." Jiang Lin nodded, and then, in front of Wang Lingguan's puzzled eyes, he manifested his sea of consciousness. The two large purple-gold characters inside made Wang Lingguan stare.
Surprise, confusion, and contemplation. Finally, Wang Lingguan nodded silently and said, "In that case, I will help you." What he said was naturally imitating the way Jiang Lin made the statue for himself, making the rocks become brittle and soft like dough under the tools. Although Jiang Lin can do it now, but... There's meat for everyone to eat, right? Since the Emperor has granted permission, as long as you contribute here, you will always have a place in the Emperor's eyes. "Oh, Xuan Ying." Wang Lingguan suddenly winked at Jiang Lin and whispered, "Longjing Mountain is a famous mountain in Hangzhou. If you make any rash changes, you still have to consider the reaction of the court..." Jiang Lin smiled and nodded, saying, "Teacher, don't worry. I will submit a memorial in the name of Ziwei Temple to the emperor and the prime minister for their review." Wang Lingguan nodded with a smile, saying that the boy is teachable. Don't forget others when good things happen to you, then they won't forget you when good things happen to you. To be honest, the current emperor and prime minister are from the same system as Jiang Lin. On the contrary, Wang Lingguan can be considered to be aloof. To be honest, he is a bit too independent. "Then, I will do it right away." "Go." Wang Lingguan waved his hand, and Jiang Lin’s figure suddenly disappeared on the sky island. The matter was discussed, but Wang Lingguan did not leave. Instead, he seemed to be eager to make something. He really wanted to contact some of the Tianpeng Marshals. See how this great god will react to this matter. It's almost the same thing, but when you, Tianpeng, play it, it's not accepted, but when my Xuanying plays it, it's accepted. Listen to the emperor's reply, "OK." His tone seems casual, no, it can even be said to be relieved. What a gap, Brother Bian Zhuang. Wang Lingguan clicked his tongue a little, but in the end he did not dare to do so. He knew that if Tianpeng really got angry and humiliated, he really would not be able to defeat him. Among the fighting gods who are still active in the Three Realms today, Tianpeng can almost be said to be second to none. The only ones who can fight with this gentleman are Zhenwu, the Third Prince, Zhenjun, and that monkey. Although he can fight against the monkey, and if a fight really breaks out, he can probably hold out for a hundred or two hundred moves, but why would he want to do such a thing himself? When he thought of this, Wang Lingguan rubbed his hands, and a thought flew out, heading straight for Fengdu. For things like this, of course you have to find someone fun to do it, while you just sit back and watch the show. ………… Jiang Lin opened his eyes, thought for a while, and came to the top of Longjing Mountain. Under the curious eyes of the boys and girls, he rolled the soil into an altar and offered incense.
"Respectfully invite the divine thoughts of the Northern Star Cave Lord." Jiang Lin sat there cross-legged, reciting silently. 'Om...' After a while, the agarwood began to waver and hover over the altar. "Xingjun, please allow me to prepare..." Jiang Lin told his plan again and then waited for Dongmingxingjun's reply. However, this star god was clearly on earth, but he had not responded yet. Jiang Lin waited for a while, but saw the incense slowly condense into a line of crooked words, and they were all the same word. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Seven in a row, enough to show that this star god seems very happy? Jiang Lin blinked in confusion, and the line of words slowly dissipated, replaced by: Go and prepare it yourself, don't worry about the expenses. Although he didn't quite know what happened, since Jiang Lin got the answer he wanted, he didn't think too much about it. After paying respectful obeisance, the altar was removed. Jiang Lin stood up, a thoughtful look in his eyes. Now that the last hidden danger has disappeared, it’s time for the mastermind behind the scenes to prepare for action, right? Jiang Lin didn't know that while he was concentrating on fighting with his "old friend" through the air. ………… Heaven, the North Pole, and Tianpeng Palace. Marshal Tianpeng, the leader of the Four Saints of the North Pole, looked at the black energy in front of him with a sullen face. From time to time, a vulgar laugh could be heard from within the black energy, making people gasp for breath. This made Marshal Tianpeng's face three shades darker. "Good good..." Da Kui from the Arctic faction stood up with a dark face, gnashing his teeth, and spoke as he looked at the black energy in front of him. "I won't be angry at my own kid. I won't be able to catch you, an old bastard, for a while." "but……" The Grand Marshal threw his cloak, and a broad-bladed axe appeared in his hand. "Wang Shan, you bastard! You can't get away!" (End of this chapter)