The professionalism of the stonemason is far beyond Fang Dou's expectations.

The personnel division of labor is clear. As the technical director, Peng Shijian led a team of apprentices to bear part of the tasks.

Various professional tools can be used to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Soon, the renovation of the dilapidated temple was on track and started to operate efficiently.

Fang Dou didn't bother him and walked to the open space next to him to stand in a stance to practice.

Peng Shijian and others are not surprised. The world is not peaceful, and monks must practice martial arts and defend themselves.

Not to mention anything else, these stonemasons are all strong, and they can hit stones and hit people's heads, so they can take care of their lives everywhere and not be afraid of robbers blocking the road.

Since the introduction of the "Golden Rooster Pile", daily practice has improved, and the energy of heaven and earth that can be used to suck has increased, and the physical fitness has increased rapidly.

As for the dog spirit, there are many people and many eyes, so they can be used without any aspect.

The dilapidated temple was busy and turned into a small construction site, but an uninvited guest came to the county town.

In front of the city gate, Guo San's reward had been removed, and passers-by were talking about it. The fugitives were arrested yesterday.

The officers and soldiers guarding the city gate were still checking the passers-by, but they were much more relaxed.

An old lady wearing floral clothes, carrying a bamboo basket on her right arm and covered with floral cloth, walked to the city gate, "Mr. Bing, I want to enter the city!"

The old lady has kind eyebrows and smiles. Every wrinkle on her face exudes a close and peaceful state, which reminds people of her old mother and grandmother at home when they see her.

The officers and soldiers were usually fierce, but when they saw the old lady, their voices softened.

"What's inside the basket?"

The old lady lifted the flower cloth and picked up an egg. "It's all homemade eggs. Master Bing took a few of them back and fryed them. It's so delicious!"

"Forget it, you sold it yourself, buy some oil and salt for your family!"

The officers and soldiers rarely did not take advantage of the situation and waved their hands to let the old lady enter the city.

The old lady thanked her repeatedly, carrying a basket of eggs, and entered the county town.

If these officers and soldiers looked carefully, they would find that most of the eggs in the basket were empty, with only a layer of shell outside, which could be blown away by the light wind.

However, a small number of solid eggs, the things inside are afraid that they will scare people to death.

If you raise the egg and shine in the strong sunlight, you can see that what is inside is not the egg white and egg yolk, but the curled embryo, with hands and feet, and with healthy limbs, just like a human baby.

No one knows that the old lady is named "Grandma Lang", and she is a famous demon among the people.

Grandma Lang entered the city and looked at the dilapidated streets on both sides, "Guo Saner is making a lot of trouble!"

Seeing the head of a murdered fugitive hanging on the archway at the street entrance, Guo San's head was in it. His two eyeballs had already been dug up and he stared at the bottom of it.

"Good brother, brother is here to pick you up!"

Even other demons in the world don’t know that Grandma Lang is a man, but she looks like a boy and a girl. She always dresses up as a kind old lady and abducts women and children everywhere.

His real name is Lang Qi, and he and Guo San are sworn brothers. Both of them make a living by trafficking in humans.

The difference is that Guo San gathered a group of beggars and gathered people to do evil. Lang Qi was powerful in spells and was usually alone, so no one could defeat him.

This time, Guo San was sentenced to beheading. Lang Qi was outside the city. When he came back, he heard that Guo San had failed to escape from prison and was beheaded.

"Good brother, I will definitely avenge you!"

Lang Qi thought to himself that after Guo San's death, Guo San had a blank space, and he wanted to find another helper to support him to replace Guo San.

Guo San did evil and could only make trouble in the county. However, the reputation of "Grandma Lang" was circulating in the seven counties in the south of the Yangtze River. How many people hated him for gritting his teeth, but they didn't even know his appearance.

After all, Lang Qi is the shady hand behind Guo San.

"hey-hey!"

Lang Qi chuckled, hunched over, like an old woman with slow steps, walking on the street inconspicuously.

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'"Old lady, are the eggs sold out?"

When Lang Qi left the city, the officers and soldiers of the city gate asked enthusiastically.

‘Grandma Lang’ shook her head in disappointment, “No one bought eggs!”

The officers and soldiers kindly comforted her, "The city has just suffered a disaster, and the people are reluctant to buy it. If you go here, there should be business in the town!"

Lang Qi nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Bing!"

After he left, a riot broke out in the county.

The head of Guo San, who was hanging on the archway, was stolen in broad daylight. No one could tell who did it.

Thirteen young children in the city disappeared, and thirteen more grief families were found.

In Lang Qi's bamboo basket, thirteen eggs were filled with them, and there were still curled body shapes like human babies.

"Doiled temple, little monk, interesting!"

Lang Qi sneered and walked on the country road with a bamboo basket.

From the people, he learned that Fang Dou had offered his head, but he was not in a hurry to go to the temple to take revenge.

Lang Qi was cautious by nature and guessed that Guo San was killed by Fang Dou when he returned to the ruined temple.

This dilapidated temple has probably been built into a nest by Fang Dou, and it is dangerous to break in.

He found out that Fang Dou often came to the city to buy, and made up his mind to ambush halfway.

The first thing to do is to find a local helper.

Lang Qi recalled that there were still several fugitive notices posted by the city gate.

Among them, there is one called "Disathlett", who is quite capable!

"It's you!"

...

"My little master, the wood and stones in this temple are all the best materials."

"Look at the collapsed beams and pillars of the South Palace, which have been immortalized after rain and wind. These are the top-notch woods used in the royal palace."

"Those stones are even more exquisite!"

As the construction period progressed, Peng Shijian talked a lot and pulled Fang Dou to study the temple.

He was even more curious about the stone statues in the temple. How could a scholar be worshipped in the monk temple?

In contrast, it is not surprising that Fang Dou is wearing a Taoist robe.

"I am very proud of the material of this stone statue, I can't tell it!"

Fang Dou was later and knew nothing about the history of this temple.

The renovation of the temple was finally completed after more than forty days under the arrangement of a group of stonemasons.

"Master Peng, thank you for your hard work!"

Fang Dou cut two taels of gold, then combined it with broken silver and copper coins, and raised up 50,000 yuan.

When Shimama Peng took the money, he was happy. Fifty thousand yuan was not a small number. If it was all copper coins, it would be difficult to carry them. The stonemamamas were not alone, and they also had all kinds of bulky tools.

This combination is the best, with gold and silver easy to carry, plus copper coin pockets.

"My little master, the north and south halls have been built, but the doors and windows of the south hall need to be built, and people cannot be occupied for the time being. My apprentice will seal them with thatch to avoid wind and rain coming in!"

Fang Dou nodded, and he had to wait until he entered the city next time, and then invited a carpenter to create some wooden bed, table, chairs, benches, etc.

After the stonemasons left, Fang Dou looked at the newly renovated temple and felt satisfied.

The Nan Temple, which was originally covered with weeds, has been rebuilt at this moment, and the entire temple has become like a "destroyed temple".

It costs a lot. One ingot of gold is almost used up, and most of the silver is spent, and the remaining copper coins are the most.

"Money!"
Chapter completed!