Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 88. The name Xie Yukun sounds perfect for a live-action role-playing game! [Seeking monthly votes]

Grandpa actually has a mortal enemy?
Zhou Yi found it strange, not because he thought his grandfather was kind and didn't like to fight, but because he found it strange that his grandfather would let such an opponent live in the world. This was not in line with his old man's character.

Abbot Zhou was completely baffled and asked Uncle Ming for his answer:

"Is this arch-enemy any good?"

"He's quite impressive. He has a pair of yin-yang eyes, and it's said that nothing can escape his sharp eyes. In his youth, he was known as the Golden Eagle Master... but I don't know anything about his current situation. I'm only responsible for making statues and occasionally help introduce small business opportunities. I can only be considered a semi-insider in the industry."

What kind of eyesight does one need to dare to use a nickname like "Golden Eagle"? But Uncle Ming can take 90% of a business deal, and he hasn't been killed by his competitors; he's clearly not simple either… Zhou Yi continued, “Is Uncle Ming not simple either?”

Do you have any information about the Yiyang City Feng Shui Folk Customs Association?

Uncle Ming posted a screenshot of the organizational structure:

“They have their own official website and public business. Several cemeteries in Yiyang have cooperative relationships with the Feng Shui and Folk Customs Association… Master Yi, it’s the 21st century now, you need to learn how to use a search engine.”

Zhouyi: "..."

We've been dealing with people from ancient times for so long that we've forgotten about the convenience of the internet.

He replied with "thank you for reminding me" and ended the conversation.

Tonight we had braised chicken in a big plate, and Chen Tang especially loved the potatoes in it.
"Since the Tang Dynasty can grow potatoes, the Han Dynasty certainly can too. Could you please give us some potatoes so we can cultivate them?"

Huo Qubing had already read the history of the late Han Dynasty and shook his head, saying:
"General Zigong's world cannot be planted for the time being. Otherwise, given the behavior of Kuang Heng and others, they might give potatoes to the Xiongnu or other foreign tribes. Let's wait until the court is stable before we talk about it."

These words reminded Chen Tang:
"I forgot, I forgot. My mission is to eradicate evil, I need to hurry back and do these things. What month is it for the Marquis of Champion? Can we start planting yet?"

"It's only February, and it's not time for spring plowing yet."

Zhou Yi listened and said:

"After we finish eating, I'll go to town to buy some potatoes wholesale. You can take them there and have someone deliver them to the palace. Once they sprout, have your uncle arrange for people to plant them. I'll print out the planting techniques and we'll start planting potatoes from Chang'an."

Potatoes need to be hybridized. In the fall, the Tang and Han dynasties would exchange some of their harvested potatoes and replant them in different places, gradually exploring ancient planting methods.

Of course, during this period, Zhou Yi will try to collect different varieties of potatoes to create a potato gene mix.

Zhou Yi ate too much at noon and wasn't very hungry. After eating for a while, he picked up his phone and started looking up information about the Yiyang City Feng Shui Folk Customs Association.

This association looks very professional; it has its own official website, business introductions, and organizational structure information.

The president's name is Xie Yukun. Upon seeing this name, Zhou Yi couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark:
"What a perfect name for driving a live stake!"

Xie Yukun's page is densely packed with information; his personal introduction alone fills an entire page. He studied under the Maoshan School of Taoism and combined it with the folk customs of the Central Plains region, as well as a series of knowledge such as feng shui and fortune telling. He eventually integrated these knowledge and created his own fortune telling technique of "using evil to stop evil," which has won him much praise and countless disciples and followers.

He holds dozens of titles. In addition to being the president of the Yiyang City Fengshui Folk Association, he also serves as the honorary president of the Fengshui Association for all counties in the entire Yiyang region, and holds positions such as director and secretary-general in related associations in the provincial capital.

According to the I Ching's interpretation of this profession, the more titles one has, the greater the probability that they are a con artist.

As for the so-called "using evil to stop evil" method, it is a typical crooked and evil way... If you have already cultivated evil energy, how can you stop any evil?

After browsing through all the pages on the official website, Zhou Yi determined the registered address of the Feng Shui Folk Association and learned that in addition to Xie Yukun, the association had nine directors and several members.

However, the names of the directors and members were all omitted, and only the number of people was written.

"Next time I come, I'll have to meet these people... Since paying taxes voluntarily is a good deed, then getting rid of these scum and flies should be even more meritorious, right?"

Zhou Yi had been preoccupied with the matter of unlocking the Taoist magic exchange with one jin of merit. Now that he had found a clue to earn merit, he couldn't give up so easily.

After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Tang washed himself thoroughly and took some fruit to say goodbye. He would come back when he arrived at the Protectorate General's residence, and would not stop in between.

While Huo Qubing was taking a bath, Zhou Yi drove down the mountain and bought some potatoes. He happened to run into Zhao Wei, who was returning from harvesting wheat. Under the pretext of performing a religious ceremony, Zhou Yi bought two hundred catties of wheat.

Spring planting hadn't started in the Martial Emperor World yet, so they took this opportunity to procure some wheat and see if it could be grown there. While loading the truck, Zhao Wei was a little puzzled:
"What kind of religious ceremony requires wheat?"

Zhou Yi evaded the question by saying:
"The rituals to worship Shennong require the offering of five grains. The new wheat has just been harvested, so let the gods taste the wheat grown in our Yunwu Town."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wei pointed to his newly harvested wheat and said:
"Then get some more, lest the gods don't have enough to eat and say that the people of Yunwu Town are stingy."

Zhou Yi waved his hand:

"This is enough."

Back on the mountain, Huo Qubing had taken a bath and was sitting under a streetlamp in front of the Sanqing Hall, studying drones.

He flew the drone dozens of meters high and used the camera's zoom to capture a night view of Yunwu Town.

Zhou Yi drove his Wuling van to the entrance of the Hall of Longevity and unloaded all the potatoes and wheat:
"Historical records state that you led your troops to kill 2028 people in the Battle of Dingxiang North. Now that you have weapons provided by the Tang Dynasty, as well as drones, telescopes, and compasses, are you confident that you can break through to three thousand?"

Huo Qubing manually controlled the drone to land, a confident smile on his face:
"Master, rest assured, when I came here, I set a target of five thousand soldiers. If I fail to achieve this, I am willing to give up the title of Marquis of Champion!"

Historically, Huo Qubing didn't find the main force of the Xiongnu Chanyu, but rather a group of the Chanyu's elders and relatives who had broken away from the main force to have a picnic and a party. As a result, Huo Qubing and his men surrounded them and used their blood to activate the Han Dynasty's limited-time cheat code.

This time, Huo Qubing actually set his sights on five thousand, and Zhou Yi reminded him:
"Your army is not meant to confront the main force of the Xiongnu head-on, but to find their weak points and launch a fierce attack. I'll find some key points of guerrilla warfare behind enemy lines for you online later. When you get back, discuss them with Zhang Qian. Only when the commanders work together can the soldiers under their command be united."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. If I seize any items belonging to the Xiongnu royal family, may I bring them to present to you?"

Zhou Yi agreed:
"Yes, remember to have it engraved on a stele or recorded on bamboo slips, indicating that it is dedicated to Hunyuan Palace."

In the Tang Dynasty, one could write memorials of respect, but not in the Han Dynasty. The Han Dynasty did not have paper, and silk could not preserve two thousand years of time. Bamboo slips were passable, but stone tablets were the best, as they had more commemorative significance.

After the drone landed, Huo Qubing removed the battery, carefully put the drone into a special backpack, then charged the battery. He then followed Zhou Yi back to his room to study, preparing to learn more about modern military theory in order to achieve a good start.

The next day, just as Zhou Yi got up, Granny Gongsun arrived at Hunyuan Palace carrying a backpack:

"Hooray! I've completed the single-player version of Candy Crush in five days! Master, praise me for being amazing!"

Zhou Yi was particularly interested in the struggle between Li Longji and Princess Taiping:
Are both sides still in the process of building up their strength?

Gongsun Da Niang nodded:

“My niece has turned two imperial guard commanders and three city defense generals against her. She’s very aggressive. If I hadn’t read history, I would have been worried that my grandson would be doomed and that my niece would become empress.”

Judging from the course of the coup, although Princess Taiping was very disruptive, Li Longji took action and within half a day, he purged all her supporters. Those prime ministers and commanders were completely powerless in front of the emperor.

It's obvious that Li Sanlang is a master of playing dumb to outmaneuver others. He's currently acting calmly, simply waiting for Princess Taiping to finalize the time to make his move.

Grandma Gongsun didn't care about any of that; she just wanted to know what delicious food she would have for breakfast.

Upon learning that pancakes were to be made, she hummed a song and happily returned to her room, preparing to air out her blankets, change into short sleeves and trousers, and become a youthful and beautiful modern person.

Entering the room, the furnishings were as they had always been. Granny Gongsun lifted her pillow, about to take it to the yard to air it, when she saw an envelope underneath, addressed to "Gongsun Sister."

"Oh, Sister Meiniang wrote me a letter?"

She picked up the envelope, took out the letter inside, carefully read Wu Meiniang's words, and without saying a word, grabbed the precious sword that Zhou Yi had given her:

"Dare to covet the Hunyuan Palace? This old lady will poke a thousand holes in you right here and now!"

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