In such a good place, large and small sects are densely packed like stars, and villages and towns are also next to each other, which can be said to be the most lively area in the entire Cloud Sleeve Continent.

In the center of the area, there is a beautiful lake with clear water and a variety of fresh fish and shrimp.

If you dive to the bottom of the lake, you can find rare ores that are rarely found elsewhere.

The plants and trees by the lake are evergreen, and birds and animals run to forage for rice, and there are all kinds of medicinal herbs mixed in the period, all of which are naturally grown varieties.

However, on the edge of Tianxin Lake, there is not a single sect, nor is there a village or town.

It is as if Tianxin Lake has an invisible barrier that blocks all traces of human beings from the outside, allowing it to maintain the purest natural scene.

In fact, there is no barrier around Tianxin Lake, so anyone can visit here.

But the cultivators in the vicinity all knew that Tianxin Lake was the head of the top ten sects in the Cloud Sleeve Continent and the entrance to the Heavenly Mandate Palace, the first sect in the world.

Although everyone knows that the entrance to the Heavenly Mandate Palace is in Tianxin Lake, and it is also clear that the Heavenly Mandate Palace is located in a place called Chentian Immortal Realm, no one knows how to get to Chentian Immortal Realm from Tianxin Lake.

There had been people who had been squatting by the lake for months in a row, wanting to see how the cultivators of the Heavenly Mandate Palace were getting in and out, but in the end, they found nothing.

After Mo Junrong came to this area, he found two cultivators and twenty craftsmen from the town and took them to a place where there was no village and no shop in front of the village to build a house.

In terms of remuneration, it is not a problem at all, they can give as much as Mo Jun wants, and the only requirement is to build luxuriously and quickly.

Mo Junrong actually didn't feel sorry for the money at all, because the money itself was not his, but was snatched from other cultivators on the way.

As for those cultivators who were robbed, there was naturally only one result, and that was to be wiped out.

Inspired by Mo Junrong's countless money, the craftsmen worked very quickly, and it only took half a day to reclaim a vacant land and erect the architectural framework of one main hall and three side halls.

The two cultivators, on the other hand, acted as porters, constantly bringing building materials from nearby villages or towns.

It took another day and a half, and the four buildings were roughly completed, and all the pillars of the exterior walls were erected, leaving only the interior inside.

After Mo Junrong deviated Zheng Qiu's parents here, he temporarily settled them in a hotel in the town, and often went to the hotel to check on the physical condition of the two.

The psychedelic spell had already been used for the third time, and he couldn't use it on them for the fourth time, seeing that the effect of the spell was weakening little by little, Mo Junrong began to feel anxious.

He couldn't bring Zheng Qiu's parents into the Heavenly Mandate Palace, and it was not safe to arrange them in the surrounding villages and towns, let alone arrange the two of them into a nearby sect.

Once the effects of the psychedelic spell wear off, Zheng Qiu's parents' trust in them will quickly decline, and they will have to settle the two of them in isolation before then.

He rushed to the place where the house was being built, and kept urging the craftsmen to hurry up and get to work.

was already busy from morning to night, and after being urged by Mo Junrong like this, the craftsmen were suddenly a little unhappy.

But Mo Junrong's approach was very simple, he directly took out two large bags of gold and silver and threw them on the ground, blocking back the complaints of the craftsmen.

Finally, by the evening of the third day, the interiors of the four temples were basically decorated.

Mo Junrong asked the two cultivators to go to a nearby town to buy beautiful tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets, and stuff them all into the house.

He went into each temple to inspect, and the construction of the temple was completely up to standard, only pursuing the appearance of beauty and magnificence, and the quality and durability were not considered at all.

After confirming all the rooms, Mo Junrong called the twenty craftsmen and two cultivators to the open space, took out a large box and opened it.

There are two jars in the box, one large and one small, and when the seal is unsealed, the thick aroma of wine wafts out.

Mo Junrong took out a stack of glass cups from the box and distributed them to the cultivators and craftsmen, and said as he said, "I know that during this time, in order to complete the construction of the temple as soon as possible, everyone has worked very hard day and night.

So today I brought a good wine, and the smell of this mellow and rich fragrance is definitely a good treasure. ”

After handing out the glass cups, he took out the large jar of wine from the box and gave it to the craftsmen in turn.

"Look, I'm not lying to you, it's a good wine.

Come on, come on, I'll pour it for everyone, everyone celebrate.

It's all hard, it's all hard!"

The craftsmen were a little hesitant at first, but after seeing the cultivator in front of them smiling and reaching out to dip some of the wine into it, they relaxed and gathered around to receive the wine.

"Hahaha, everyone drink some, this good wine is quite expensive, I have a lot of blood.

Don't drink too much, how can you go home when you're drunk, take it easy!"

After pouring wine for the craftsmen, Mo Junrong put the big jar on the ground and took out the small jar.

He brought the small jar to the two cultivators and let them smell it.

"The two of you have also worked hard, and this is also a rare good wine.

They drank grain wine that had passed through fireworks, and if we cultivators wanted to keep our meridians clean and smooth, it was better to drink this fruit wine.

Come on, all a little!"

Saying that, Mo Junrong was about to pour wine into the two glass cups, but the two cultivators didn't seem to believe him, and the glass cups in their hands shrank back.

Mo Junrong had no embarrassment on his face, laughed and picked up an empty glass cup, poured himself full of fruit wine, and then raised his head and drank it all.

"Rest assured, this is indeed the best fruit wine, and there is nothing else in it. ”

Seeing that Mo Junrong had drunk a cup of it himself, the two cultivators glanced at each other and relaxed their hearts.

After pouring fruit wine for the two, Mo Junrong poured another one for himself, and then walked to the front of the crowd with the glass glass.

"It's amazing how many of you were able to build four temples in three days, and you're one of the best in the world.

I thank you all for your job!"

After that, Mo Junrong raised his head and drank the wine in the glass cup, and turned over the cup to signal.

Cultivators and craftsmen also held up the glass cups, said some words of praise in a rambling manner, and then drank the wine.

Mo Junrong became a servant in the tavern, holding the wine jar and constantly pouring wine for everyone, of course, he himself was not idle, and poured the same lamp into his mouth one after another.

After about two incense sticks, the craftsmen staggered and became drunk, and one by one they fell to the grass.

One of the cultivators laughed and said to Mo Junrong, "My lord, your wine is too strong, these craftsmen have never drunk such a good thing on weekdays, they can't bear it!"

As he spoke, he crouched down and pushed the nearest craftsman.

However, after three or four pushes, the craftsman still did not respond, and he raised his hand and slapped the craftsman twice on the cheek.

The craftsman remained motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.