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Adults and children went into battle together, and neighbors from villages and towns also came to help. The reconstruction of Tianchi Village was quickly completed.

Time is short, and everything is simplified. If you can use furniture that is not too bad, use it as much as possible. When I couldn't find a good straw cover on the roof, I switched to straw. At that time, the best material for roofing was wheat straw. The wheat stalks are sturdy, hollow, and covered with roofs, which can be managed for years in the rainy river. Although the straw is covered quickly, the straw is relatively soft, and it is good to be able to manage it for three years.

In the post-disaster reconstruction, the green bamboos on the mountainside played a big role. The roof was burned, and it was built with bamboo; The wooden bed was burned and framed with bamboo; The table was burned and woven from bamboo; The bench was burned and made of bamboo......

More than half of the green bamboos on the slopes were cut down. The hillside with the long bamboo seemed to have its head shaved. But don't worry, after a few rains, the bamboo shoots will come out, and the bamboo shadows will follow the wind and be full of greenery. This is like generations of people in Sichuan, who have lived tenaciously and tenaciously in this land. When the disaster comes, I will cry bitterly, and after the disaster, I will still be alive and vigorous.

In Tianchi Village, there are no more people with sad faces. The disaster is over, and the days will go on. Seeing that the autumn harvest is coming, every household is beginning to prepare for farming. The bread in the field is almost dry, and it is waiting to be broken. The cotton in the cotton field began to fry buds, waiting to be picked. The rice in the field also gradually turned yellow, and the heavy ears of rice began to bend down and bow to the land where it was raised.

There is a relatively leisurely time before the farming season. However, several villages and towns near Tianchi Village have not been idle this year.

The fire in Tianchi Village made rumors fly. Everyone is saying that the catastrophe of the previous years has angered the Dragon King, and the Dragon King is going to take revenge on the villages and towns near Bunker Mountain.

Now a pair of Taoist priests from the top of the bunker mountain have come to the top of the mountain, and they want to re-sit in the Dragon King Temple and re-prosper the incense of the Dragon King Temple.

That old Taoist priest has supreme mana and can bring the dead back to life. Wang Yazhi, the daughter of Wang Qiming, the production captain of Tianchi Village, was dying and was saved by him with a golden needle. The old Taoist priest was really the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva, and he was compassionate, and he also took out more than 1,000 yuan for the reconstruction of Tianchi Village.

The apprentice of the old Taoist priest is the golden boy Linfan, blessed by the gods. In the fire in Chi Village that day, every village was burned down, and only Wang Qiming's house, where the golden boy was there, was not burned.

The more the rumors spread, the more bizarre they became. Some people also say that the old Taoist priest can swallow smoke and spit fire, has the incorruptible body of King Kong, can see yin and yang, and has the ability to judge life and death. Some people also say that the little Taoist golden boy can penetrate the clouds and tread the fog and be invisible during the day, just like the third prince of Nezha back then.

In fact, most of these rumors were spread by Mao Yunzi himself. He is gilding himself, creating momentum for himself to stay in the Dragon King Temple, and he is also building prestige for himself, so that other plans can be implemented smoothly.

Sure enough, on the third day after the reconstruction of Tianchi Village, Mao Yunzi released a message to rebuild the Dragon King Temple on the top of the mountain, hoping that people from nearby villages and towns would contribute money and efforts.

At that time, people's thinking was still relatively conservative. Those villagers used to have a strong belief in dragon kings. Now that someone is calling, naturally many people will respond.

The simple villagers in central Sichuan may be reluctant to eat or wear them, but when it comes to building temples and worshiping gods, they are willing to do anything. It is better to demolish ten houses than to demolish one temple. Eat less meat, but also worship God first. In the struggle against nature for generations, people have always felt that they are so small compared to all things in heaven and earth, and only with the help of the power of the gods and the blessing of the gods can they live their lives in peace.

One after another, people came to the top of the bunker hill. Some people brought eggs and rice noodles to Mao Yunzi, some people came to donate ten yuan and eight yuan of incense money, and some people carried bricks and tiles to contribute to the reconstruction of the Dragon King Temple.

At night, Mao Yunzi twisted the rat's whiskers and happily counted everyone's donations under the oil lamp.

Hu Chenzi knew that the master was tired in his heart, and he didn't care about him. He was actually a little ashamed in his heart, Master's actions were simply deceiving people and taking the opportunity to collect money. But he knew that as long as he asked the master, the master would say that it was just an expedient measure, an expedient measure.

Hu Chenzi didn't want to be called a liar by Wang Yazhi anymore. He still got up early every day and went to the White Dragon Cave to practice "Fu Long Duel". Hao Yunzi was busy focusing on the repair of the Dragon King Temple, and he didn't care why his apprentice disappeared early in the morning.

Hu Chenzi has already practiced "Fu Long Duel" very well. In the White Dragon Cave, he couldn't feel a trace of chill anymore. When I practiced to a critical point, I was actually hot, as if I was in a fire. Anyway, no one usually comes to this White Dragon Cave, so Hu Chenzi simply stripped naked and practiced in the cave with **** body.

The cold air in the cave penetrated into the skin of the **** of the dust, and then swam to the limbs. The pure yang qi in the body of the dust is then entangled and fused with this yin and cold qi, and they are mutually beneficial. Huchenzi is the body of a pure yang child, coupled with the cold qi of the White Dragon Cave, the progress is very rapid.

Sometimes, Huchenzi feels that his body is full of internal force, and his body is as light as a cloud, and he wants to go with the wind.

Whenever Hu Chenzi practiced "Fu Long Duel", there was always a faint white figure in the depths of the White Dragon Cave looking at him coldly. When he walked out of the White Dragon Cave, the white figure came to the place where Huchenzi had just practiced, and practiced according to his appearance.

It's just that he doesn't understand those esoteric internal skills, so he can only draw pots like this. At every critical point, you have to stop and adjust your pranayama. He also wanted to take out the silk cloth from the pile of stones, but when he approached, a golden light shot out, knocking him back dozens of paces. If it weren't for the red Sun God Bird Gu Yu on his chest who resisted the attack of the golden light, he might have been deeply injured.

The white figure shook his head and hid into the depths of the cave.

The reconstruction of the ancient temple of Longwang went smoothly, and people from nearby villages and towns came to volunteer to help, and they were very enthusiastic about the reconstruction of the ancient temple.

Soon, the construction of the Dragon King Temple was completed. The newly renovated walled temple gate and the flat temple floor are paved with bluestone slabs. Although it is not as majestic and solemn as it used to be, it also has a dignified atmosphere.

The statue of the dragon king and dragon mother in the temple has been repaired and repainted, which naturally has a solemn majesty. In the incense burner in front of the statue, Mao Yunzi burns paper every morning and evening. The incense of the Dragon King Temple is finally inherited again.

Huchenzi is often not in the ancient temple, and when he has time, he mixes with the children of Tianchi Village under the mountain. Huchenzi looks festive and cute, and is considered to be a golden boy Linfan, so he is naturally more liked by the villagers. Everyone doesn't call him the Tao name, they all call him the golden boy.

At that time, the movie "Shaolin Temple" had just been released, and it was the time when boys were most obsessed with Chinese martial arts. Hu Chenzi took the children to practice martial arts by the Qingshui River at the bottom of the mountain. He would teach the children some simple kung fu, and the children simply regarded him as the king of children.

The power of the dust in the hearts of the children made Song Jingjiang grit his teeth in anger. He often carried his unsold popsicles on his back and came to Tianchi Village to give them to the children for free. The children also liked him and regarded him as the God of Wealth.

Hu Chenzi and Song Jingjiang secretly shouted vigorously, maintaining a delicate balance.

At night, there were ethereal and almost inaudible human voices from the Tianchi on the top of the mountain, and the quiet sound was like wind, rain, smoke, and clouds......

"Xiaobai, that old Taoist priest seems to have bad intentions."

"Old turtle, you're afraid of him."

"You're afraid of him too, Xiaobai."

"I don't shoot, the well water doesn't interfere with the river water, if he offends me, I'm not a vegetarian."

"Haha, Xiaobai, if you are a vegetarian, then what will my old turtle eat? Ha ha! ”

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