The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 103 isn't enough for me!
As time went on, more and more villagers, who had previously been ignored by officials, began to arrive.

From the initial four members of the Niu family, the family has gradually grown to one or two hundred people, with people from other places continuously coming to join.

Although about two hundred years have passed.

The people on both sides of the Mi River, who know of this, will never forget the kindness of bringing water to save their lives!
Upon closer reflection, it's likely that the governor of Qingzhou during the founding of the dynasty, when he preferred to spend considerable time and effort building a new road rather than directly destroying the temple, was afraid of provoking the people's anger.

Given these circumstances, it's astonishing that so many people still remember and are willing to come.

That truly lived up to Du Yuan's words—that people of later generations have never forgotten it for a moment!
Although it was already night, the place was brightly lit.

Everywhere you look, people are renovating the temples.

Looking at the nearly completed temple and the incense burner filled with sticks of incense, the old man from the Niu family excitedly said to Du Yuan:

"Thanks to your guidance, the temple of Duke Pinglan has been completely renewed!"

Du Yuan chuckled and waved her hand, saying:
"This is not my achievement, it is clearly the achievement of all of you, and the merit of Lord Pinglan!"

If Du Yuan wasn't entirely sure whether it would work out, then...

But now, looking at the newly renovated temple behind him, Du Yuan was certain that what he wanted to do tonight was absolutely feasible!
But a weak yet upright and calm voice came from behind Du Yuan:

"Cause and effect, cause and effect, you are the initial cause of the current result, how can you forget?"

If Du Yuan hadn't displayed his supernatural powers in front of that woman and mentioned the name of Duke Pinglan, would that woman have rushed home to tell Niu Laoshi about it?

If Niu Laoshi hadn't decided that he had to "deal with" this temple, how could we have ended up in this situation?
Du Yuan turned around at the sound and saw a dark-skinned, thin old man standing behind him with a smile.

Upon closer inspection, a golden statue could be seen floating before one's eyes.

Although covered in dust and riddled with cracks, it is indeed a genuine golden statue of merit.

No need to overthink it, the old man who came to lend a hand late at night is the true master of this place—Pinglan Gong!

Thinking of this, Du Yuan raised her hand and smiled:

"Thank you for your courtesy!"

The other party chuckled and shook their head, saying:
"You're too kind."

"Can we go outside and talk about it?"

Pinglan Gong nodded with delight and followed Du Yuan out of the newly rebuilt temple courtyard wall.

However, after taking only a few steps, he stopped in his tracks, feeling helpless:
"Please forgive me, I really can't go much further."

Du Yuan turned around and saw that the figure of Pinglan Gong seemed to be bound by an invisible force, trapped in a small area of ​​one or two zhang in front of the temple gate, unable to move forward an inch.

Seeing this, Du Yuan looked apologetic and cupped her hands in greeting:
"I apologize for my abruptness. Please, let's go over there."

After saying that, he led Pinglan Gong toward the edge of a cliff not far away.

The two stood side by side, gazing down at the Mi River, which flowed ceaselessly, its waters as red as blood.

"I don't know why the Mi River has become like this! Fortunately, I heard from the people that the prince who is now in charge here has a solution."

Du Yuan asked in surprise:

"Can't you see anything?"

King Anqing's fate was sealed; only the dragon's head remained on the river's surface.

And as King Anqing boarded the cruise ship, even the last dragon head sank faster.

The previous signs of a desperate struggle have completely vanished.

Duke Pinglan shook his head repeatedly and said:

"I am but a wild god whose incense offerings are almost exhausted; how could I possibly possess your discerning eye to perceive extraordinary phenomena?" (The wild god whose incense offerings are almost exhausted.)
Upon hearing this, Du Yuan couldn't help but ask:
"Don't you really feel even a little bit of resentment?"

The people do indeed remember the kindness of Lord Pinglan, but what Lord Pinglan deserves is far more than this!

Upon hearing this, Duke Pinglan burst into laughter:
"Resentful? What do I have to be resentful about! I'm already more than satisfied!"

He turned to look at Du Yuan, his eyes devoid of any gloom, only filled with serene clarity:
“Look, I should have been buried two hundred years ago, yet I am still standing here speaking to you after the chaos of dynastic changes. Tell me, isn’t this an immense blessing? What more could I ask for?”

"I'm already content!"

Looking at the Duke of Pinglan laughing heartily without a trace of resentment, Du Yuan felt a mix of emotions, and finally couldn't help but say:
"You have done a great service by diverting the Mi River back to its source, saving the lives of people on both banks. You should not have received such a small reward for such a meritorious deed!"

But upon hearing this, Duke Pinglan waved his hand even more vigorously, his smile deepening. He raised his hand and pointed to the lights that lit up both banks of the Mi River, saying:
"You are mistaken. I have received an immense blessing. Look—"

"Even though I studied many water conservancy classics back then, in the end, I was still just a novice who came to the field halfway through."

He withdrew his finger, his gaze shifting to the figures of the people still busy amidst the temple ruins behind him, his eyes filled with emotion and relief:

"But it was my clumsy, amateurish method that actually preserved the Mi River, which has remained peaceful for a century! It was extremely costly and did not come at the expense of the people; this is already a great blessing from heaven!"

"What's more, this water can truly benefit future generations and bring blessings to descendants." His voice trembled slightly, carrying an almost devout satisfaction. "Isn't this a tremendous blessing bestowed upon me by Heaven?"

Upon hearing this, Du Yuan was filled with awe.

There's no mistake!

Even if there were no strange events at the Mi River tonight, he absolutely could not stand idly by and watch such a virtuous person gradually degenerate into a shrine of wild gods and licentious shrines!
Du Yuan suddenly reached out and grabbed Pinglan Gong's wrist!

Caught off guard, a look of surprise and curiosity flashed in Pinglan Gong's eyes.

Du Yuan stared directly at the other person, speaking each word clearly and decisively:

"You think it's enough, but I don't think it's enough!"

Then he pointed to the heavens and the earth, and then to the people.

"Even heaven and earth feel it's not enough! The people on both sides of the Mi River will feel it's even more insufficient!"

“So—” Du Yuan’s voice carried an undeniable force, “Let me help you!”

"Hey?!"

Pinglan Gong was completely astonished, and his expression immediately changed!
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Just then, the fourth watch of the night was approaching.

King Anqing had already boarded the pleasure boat amidst the attention of many and sailed towards the center of the Mi River.

Beside him were a dozen or so personal guards and boatmen, the dejected Master Gufeng, and the smug old monk Liaochen.

Looking at the Mishui River getting closer and closer.

Just as he was staring directly at the dragon's head, yet completely oblivious, King Anqing suddenly asked Master Gufeng a question:
"Sir, do you really think this is feasible?"

Master Gufeng looked at King Anqing in surprise. He had thought that he would be kicked away by the other party and then brutally killed by the True Lord.

Unexpectedly, the other party not only did not look down on him for losing face, but also showed him great care and consideration.

His throat bobbed for a moment, and the last shred of conscience in his heart made him unable to help but say:

"Your Highness, turn back quickly! This journey is far from a good one!"

"Your Highness is certainly trustworthy; everything Liao Chen said is true!"

Their thoughts and words were completely different!
Master Gufeng was terrified and dared not speak further, so he could only hurriedly lower his head.

Yes, the people behind both the True Lord and this old monk want King Anqing to rebel, as long as this can be achieved.

The True Lord wouldn't care who made him achieve it.
(End of this chapter)