The little monk raised his head and walked down the steps.

He was about to rush to Wo Fo Mountain when he suddenly saw the sun shining on Wo Fo Mountain and falling on Master's shoulders.

The light of Buddha suddenly appears.

In the light of the Buddha, the master held the flowers and smiled lightly at him.

This time, not only the little monk saw it.

Everyone in the city, including the old monk, saw it.

"This, this is..."

"Buddha?!"

The people exclaimed, some were shocked, and some were stunned, but no one saluted or worshiped.

This former Buddhist city suffered deeply from the slavery of Wat Pho.

Now, they no longer have any good impression of Buddha in their hearts.

Under the gaze of everyone, the master's figure gradually disappeared.

When the Buddha's light dissipated, the Reclining Buddha Mountain was completely empty, as if nothing had ever appeared.

"Amitabha."

The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed to the scattered Buddha light.

Cao'er looked back.

She is also somewhat familiar with this old monk.

But I don’t know why, all the words that come to my mind are words like “tiger”.

"Could he be a tiger demon?" Cao'er muttered.

Ignore these.

Cao'er asked the young monk, "Shopkeeper Yu plans to hand over the Buddha City to you. What are you going to do?"

The young monk shook his head and said, "Nothing can be done."

Cao'er wondered what to do if nothing else could be done.

She is now the lord of Shennong City and plans to learn from the young monk.

"We have been to the City of Reclining Buddha. The common people have been bullied by monks for too long."

The little monk looked at the cheering crowd.

"Monks cultivate their hearts, keep their minds pure, and meditate. They should not be involved in worldly affairs. Now is the time to return the city to the people."

He planned to make the City of Reclining Buddha like other cities, elect a nominal city lord, and then manage it by the Council of Elders.

As for monks…

He planned to rebuild the Temple of the Reclining Buddha.

Those monks who have bullied the people, after being judged by the Council of Elders, the sins are not serious and they can still become monks in the Reclining Buddha Temple.

"The Temple of the Reclining Buddha will leave no property or anything."

Just make a living by alms.

Whether they can survive or not depends on their own atonement and destiny.

Cao'er's eyes lit up, "Hey, this is a good idea."

She decided to use Shennong City.

Of course, there are differences between doctors and monks.

Cao'er also plans to establish a Presbyterian Council and let the Presbyterian Council manage Shennong City.

As for the city lord, Cao'er still has to be the city lord, but only in name.

She plans to follow the example of the young monk and rebuild the Medicine King Palace.

Every year, the Palace of Medicine King will publish a list of doctors, recording in detail the diseases treated by doctors, as well as the drugs developed or methods of practicing medicine.

Finally, Yaowangdian will evaluate these doctors.

With the help of these means, their reputation as a doctor in Shennong City was gradually restored.

Of course, Cao'er has more to do than that.

A few days ago, Yu Sheng used a mirror and the wounded from the battlefield to teach her many ways to set bones and treat internal diseases.

She plans to gather many young and thoughtful doctors in the Medicine King Palace to specialize in research in this area.

In other words, Yaowang Palace will be a place where doctors can evaluate and learn from the future.

Cao'er told the young monk this idea.

Hearing that Cao'er wanted to learn from him, the little monk touched his bright forehead and then made some suggestions.

For example, we encourage communication among doctors, but we must prevent problems such as ranking based on seniority in the circle rather than focusing on ability.

What he mentioned was all what he saw and heard when he traveled from the Eastern Wasteland to the Central Plains.

The more they chatted, the more interested they became, so they moved a stool to the inn and placed it under the eaves outside the inn, where they drank tea and talked freely.

The old monk shook his head.

When these two people are together, they really have endless things to talk about.

However, the old monk smiled when he saw how excited they were as they thought about the future and prepared to build Shennong City and Reclining Buddha City into famous places for doctors and monks.

It’s great to have a future.

Looking at the joyful people on the street, their faces are also full of expectations for the future.

The old monk looked towards the top of the Reclining Buddha Mountain.

There was nothing there, as if the old monk who disappeared had never appeared.

He now knew why the descendants of Buddha disappeared.

"You have chosen a good successor." The old monk chuckled.

He walked down the steps and returned to the embrace of the Reclining Buddha. It felt so good to be home.

No, it feels good to have an inn.

The old monk has also made some friends these days.

With the inn there, he could chat with friends and drink tea at any time.

He has been imprisoned in the Reclining Buddha Mountain for thousands of years, and it's time to enjoy life outside.

Dog shit and dog balls are also happy.

Not only did they return to their familiar hometown, but they also started their own business as inn waiters.

From today on, they have their own real home.

…

As Yu Sheng said, the witch academy has too few manpower.

They are stretched thin, and it is difficult to occupy so many cities in a short period of time.

Not to mention, they also used the same routine as Yu Sheng: divide the land equally.

Although the Nine Cities suffered heavy losses, the city lords of the cities and the big landowners were not without the strength to fight.

Even with the inn in hand for the rest of my life, it took more than half a year to settle down the plains in the valley.

The witch courtyard does not have such a sharp weapon as the door at hand, so it will naturally take more work.

Therefore, while the land of the inn was quiet and peaceful, the place occupied by the witch academy was in chaos.

Not only do they have to fight against the city lord and monsters, but they also have to fight against Yu Sheng who keeps building inns every step of the way.

At this time, the Witch Academy wanted to split everyone in half and use them as two.

However, just as Yu Sheng was watching their jokes and waiting for the Witch House to be exhausted and take the opportunity to build an inn, the Witch House dropped two bombshell news, which made Yu Sheng faint.

The previous news had been guessed by the Lord of Bishan City: the King of Beihuang would send people from Beihuang south to support the Witch Academy.

But the second news, even if the Lord of Bishan City scratched his scalp, would not have expected it: the saint who created the characters returned from the land of chaos.

"The ones who came back together are..."

The Lord of Banshan City looked at Yu Sheng, hesitated for a moment and said, "There are still God-killers."

Yu Shengfu, who was eating fish, raised his head.

"Hey, Lao Yu has come back from the Land of Chaos?" She continued to chew, "I am also planning to go thousands of miles to find my husband."

Yu Sheng looked back at her, "Why haven't I heard you talk about it?"

"Hey, it's not your fault."
To be continued...