The clouds in the night sky blocked the crescent moon, and the cold silver light shone in people's sight. Listening to the slight sound of the water waves in the hibiscus pool, Li Yuan got up from the stone, and his ears were faintly mixed with the sound of water and different sounds in the wind.

'Um?'

When he turned around, the soldiers guarding the mountain gate suddenly pulled out their swords from their waists, raised their faces and shouted: "What's the matter?!"

The night wind blew over the forest. In the sight of Li Yuan and the soldiers who were rushing to see the sounds around, pale figures flew out of the mountain gate and fell to the ground, waving the pickaxe, chisel, and hammer with their thumbs still small, and flocking to the stone piled up there.

"This...what the hell..."

Li Yuan looked at the group of little people running through in front of him, subconsciously took a step back, raised his sword with a clang, and shouted to the surrounding subordinates: "Don't move around, be careful of spells!"

The soldiers who rushed over with long soldiers and swords stopped when they heard the order. Only when they were a little farther away could they see clearly what was running on the ground. Their faces were even more terrifying than seeing a ghost. They all looked at Qianniu's body there.

"Don't do anything randomly, it may be Mr. Lu being casting spells."

Seeing these little people who looked like paper and left with the pile of stones, Li Yuan quickly raised his hand and told them not to move around. The magic sword in his hand was also attached with magic power. Although it could not be used, it gave him a different keenness of ordinary people. He turned his head to look at the empty mountain gate. In the night, only the birch trees on both sides swayed gently in the wind, and quickly bowed and bowed.

"Is this technique a sir casting a spell?"

A group of soldiers nearby followed the empty mountain gate and looked at each other. Could it be that Mr. Lu was still a ghost?

The next second, a sound suddenly sounded in the air.

"These little ghosts are my tricks. You don't have to panic. Just follow your duties and go back to your post."

In the air, Lu Liangsheng's soul floated at the mountain gate and was invisible to ordinary people's eyes. As for why those little people called "Little Ghosts", he actually didn't know what to call them. "Nanshui Shiyi" only wrote about the casting process and rarely wrote names.

Moreover, the little ghosts in these paintings did not realize that they all needed his magic power to induced them to do things, and sent out the soldiers and generals there. Lu Liangsheng divided the magic power to slap the little ghosts who filled the pile of stones, waved the tools to chisel stones, smashed the stone chips, dug out the foundation, or carried more than ten pieces together, and paved the heavy stones.

When I used magic power to control the scroll bars and several clones who learned swords also came like this. With the previous foundation, it was not difficult to build a sacrifice platform.

With the magic power, Li Yuan, who was standing by the river bank, put away his sword. He heard a familiar voice and felt relieved. He commanded the soldiers to go back to work, and he also stood near the mountain gate. He was shining with the pile of stones reflected by the stretched torch light. The dense little people dragged huge rocks larger than them, jingling and carving rock blocks. The mysterious scene made him fascinated.

The lake water pounced on the shore in circles. In the misty white mist that appeared in the lake, it seemed like a huge creature was swimming and peeping towards it. Soon, the clouds in the east became white, and the surging sound of water stopped. After a quiet night, people gradually came to Chang'an.

In Quchifang, which is closest to Furong Pool, the people in Qinglongfang get up early, wash rice, buy vegetables, and fetch water to gather in small circles to talk about strange things.

"In the afternoon, who did you hear it?"

"What did you hear?"

"It's a sound. I was cooking in the house at that time. The sound of the underground roar was shocked, and the stack of bowls I placed on the stove was so broken."

"What are you listening to? I live not far from Furong Pool. You can go and see it. This morning, I saw a temple on the other side of the lake, and a platform. Oh, it's too tall, I guess it's six or seven feet tall!"

“It appeared overnight?”

"I'm afraid it happened yesterday afternoon when it was almost dark, and it was related to the loud noise."

"Hey, don't you tell me. At that time, I bought things at the intersection of the street. Many soldiers came, and then carriages came over one after another. Later, the whole street was closed. I saw His Majesty's carriage beating there from a distance. It seemed that he was from Furong Pool."

"It's a temple and an emperor, isn't it because the gods appeared?"

“……Who can tell it clearly.”

In the nagging words of the city, the morning light shone in the clouds, pushing Qingming away in the early morning. In the houses of hundreds of officials in the city, the plaque with the word "Min" written on it, Min Yuerou had breakfast, returned to the house, opened the window frame, and shone in Chenyang. She held the book she had not finished reading last night, sat at the desk, and gently flipped through it.

This was a book about studying in Lu Gongzi's room when he left Lujia Village that day. It contained the contents of his own annotations. The pen tip was strong and the content was simple and focused. If it were his previous personality, he would not be able to calm down and read these things.

"Miss!"

On the eaves of the corridor outside the house, the maid Rabbit Ling ran out the window with her skirt in her hands. Yue Rou looked at her panting and asked softly: "What's the matter? Are you running so urgent?"

The little maid put away her breath, smiled and showed a pair of rabbit teeth, pointing to the kitchen on the side of the corridor.

"Miss, I just heard Aunt Wang say something strange happened outside, and half of the city was almost spreading. Now many people are heading there."

"What strange thing? Is there a flower picking thief who picked a man and was paraded in the streets?"

Rabbit Ling opened her mouth exaggeratedly, stared at her lady with wide eyes, as if she saw something amazing.

"Miss, you didn't say these vulgar words before... Why don't you be heard by the master? Just now, four dark scholars were scolded by the master and ran away in shame."

"Those four last time?"

"That's right, but this time it's much darker than last time, and the clothes are wrinkled. I heard that I've even become an official."

Looking at the nagging little maid over there, Min Yuerou was also curious. It was not the scholar, but what happened in the city in the mouth of Rabbit Ling. She was not in the mood to read, so she closed the books, closed the doors and windows, changed into men's clothes, and when she came out, she was like a handsome young man who was imitating someone, nodded and snapped her fingers at the maid.

"Go out and watch the fun."

One master and one servant took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and quickly ran to the back door of the kitchen and sneaked out. After leaving the alley, the streets outside were bustling and shouting and selling, but there were more pedestrians and people passing by the south of the city, and there were few women who left the house and children among them.

"It seems that there is really a lot of fun, Rabbit Bell keep up."

The master and servant looked at the alley behind him. Seeing that no one was chasing him, they ran into the crowd to watch the fun. When they were wrong, four people were walking inside, whispering to each other and muttering.

"What rare thing? Could it be that something has fallen from the sky?"

"No, I wouldn't believe that this is a vain thing when I read the books of sages..."

"Two brothers, we monsters and sneaky guys..."

The two people who were speaking in front all turned around and shouted at their slightly shorter companions: "Get out!"

.........

Most of Chang'an is already bustling and noisy. With Qinglongfang, the residents of Quchifang will tell the strange things they see. One morning, almost spread to nearby neighbors. The gossip of this era is the most talked about. If it involves the mystery of gods and ghosts, almost no one can be curious.

For a time, even the few people who usually walk around left their homes and lived further away, even brought dry food and rushed out with friends and relatives to watch the fun. The peddlers and vendors brought their belongings early and rushed there to look for business opportunities as soon as possible.

In this atmosphere, the government was nervous and had to send a large number of personnel to maintain order and be on guard. Possible smashing, looting, stampede and other things.

Soon, the people who rushed to Furong Pond, before they arrived at the lake, saw the outline of the temple in Quchifang from afar and a high platform in front of them, and the lake water was much more surging than usual.
Chapter completed!